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brucewaynehater101 · 13 days

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What music genres do you think the batfam members listen to?I ask this because of how little Alternative music fan headcannons there are. I personally think Tim enjoys grunge and or nu metal(Specifically bands like limp Bizkit, Linkin Park, Korn, and System of a Down)

I'm not too familiar with genres, so I'll be giving this my best shot. I typically listen to music by the vibe it gives. My playlists include music that makes my brain go brr (the nice dissociation), songs for muses, ones to scandalize my mother, music a garage band would play, songs that make God fear me, and a long playlist for pleasant company.

Anyways, I've seen a few fics where people say that Bruce and Tim share a love of those genres. I could definitely see Tim listening to the ones you mentioned. He probably plays it through his preferred headphones as he fixes electronics, codes, or plots destruction. He also, because he suppresses his anger a lot, probably listens to music like Ghostemane, Kim Dracula, and Freddie Dredd.

Jason definitely enjoys musicals. Dick as well, but Jason isn't as vocal about it. Instead, Jason will listen to 80's rock and 2000's girl bands if others around (he ofc listens to TLC).

I like to think that they all enjoy music in different languages. For Dick and Damian, they especially like music they grew up listening to in their respective cultures. The others, because the batfam is multilingual, just enjoy all kinds of different tunes in multiple languages. The batfam playlist, especially for hanging out in the cave, is chaotic. Bruce nearly had an aneurysm the first time he heard Touch You (Yarichin Bitch Club) over the speakers. The only reason the kids didn't get in trouble was because Damian was out with Colin at the time.

I hc that Cass likes lofi hip hop music. She typically enjoys all songs but prefers those without words (because understanding words still requires energy from her and can prevent her from fully relaxing). She does listen to a lot of classical music, a passion she shares with Alfred.

Alfred, the man the myth the legend, enjoys swing music the most. He'll put on a variety of music in the kitchen (different classical eras, opera music, the occasional musical, jazz, some more modern instrumental music, and some movie background tracks), but the whole fam knowns he's in a really good mood if swing music is playing.

Bruce is the type of person to just listen to what's on. Unless he dislikes the music, he will be fine with whatever his kids or Alfred have playing. He particularly enjoys alternative rock and old country music (like Garth Brooks), but he doesn't usually fight for the aux cord.

Barbara has playlists depending on her mood. Birds of Prey mission prep? Bruce being a dick? Dick being a dick? Batfam drama she has to once again intervene in? Coding nights? Can't get out of bed days? She also has a few playlists for each person she regularly interacts with. For calm or bad nights, she'll put the playlist in that person's comm. She also likes to hack speakers around Bruce and play her revenge music when he's being a petty asshole. Some of her revenge music includes "They're Coming to Take Me Away" by Sloppy Jane, "OoOo1" by galen tipton, "All I see is Poop" by Hobo Johnson, "I Swallowed Shampoo" by Soupy Garage Juice, "I am now going to bark at you" by thquib, and "I hope You Die in a Fire" by Grand Commander.

Duke is most definitely a Mitski, Hozier, Crane Wives enjoyer, and you can pry that hc from my cold, dead hands. He probably also likes songs similar to "Ancapistan" by Jreg or "The Fine Print" by The Stupendium.

Dick's music is either super high in energy or sad as fuck. He loves the songs "Has Anbody Seen My Will to Live" by The Tin Knees and "Copacabana (At the Copa)" by Barry Manilow because they are both sad and happy :) I hc that he likes songs by TV Girl, Yot Club, Joji, and Cosmo Sheldrake. He also has a few playlists he follows of Zumba music. The song "The Masochism Tango" by Tom Lehrer is one of his favorites.

This is already a pretty long post, so feel free to reblog with more ideas! I didn't get to Steph or more in depth with Damian :(

#dc comics #duke thomas #dc universe #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #damian wayne #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #yes i do listen to every song and band I've mentioned regularly and for enjoyment #thank you for the ask!!!!#i will probably add damian and steph later #ignore any bad writings with this one cause I'm currently at work while writing it

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itsybitsylemonsqueezy · 2 months

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Continuing my new series of "dumb thoughts I have about Baldur's Gate 3," I have a strong conviction that every companion/main character may be represented by an (hilarious) 80s anthem (if you pretend that 1976-1983 is the 80s).

So, without further ado, here is my personally curated playlist for the BG3 Companions!

Astarion

"Somebody to Love" by Queen I mean, where do I start? Take a look in the mirror and cry? I spent all my years in believing you? Or my personal favorite, I just gotta get out of this prison cell/Some day I'm gonna be free! Lord... And the thing to get about this is not so much that Astarion is looking for romance necessarily, but he wishes to be in a place safe enough to love. I think that's really one of his most cherished dreams, being able to form a stable, long-term relationship with someone who will keep him safe, where he will be safe and not alone anymore. But also, can you imagine this drama queen complaining, with a full choir back up, about how hard he works every day? Dear god. So I humbly pitch "Somebody to Love" for his anthem.

The Emperor

"More than a Feeling" by Boston Listen, I was overcome by the fact that a tadpole in your brain certainly is more than a feeling. It was too good not to share! He just wants to love you!

Gale

"Tainted Love" by Soft Cell Is there a more appropriate sentiment for Gale and Mystra than I gave you all a boy could give you/Take my tears and that's not nearly all! ? This is my break up song for the poor boy. You can do this Gale, I believe in you!

Halsin

"Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper You see a big bear sprawling in the sunny flowers in the middle of a forest clearing and what do you think? Girls just wanna have fun, absolutely! Also, Cyndi Lauper is an OG in sexual liberation, which is very Halsin.

Karlach

"Total Eclipse of the Heart" by Bonnie Tyler Oh, the jokes really don't stop with this one ^^; It's about living in a powder keg and giving off sparks? Being lonely for so long? Bright eyes? I mean... Karlach absolutely lives up to the melodrama here.

Lae'zel

"Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor This one I'm probably least satisfied with as it feels very hurr durr Lae'zel fight good. But "Livin' on a Prayer" didn't come out until 86, "Welcome to the Jungle" was 88, "Immigrant Song" is right out in 1970... and none of these are quite right either. Haven't found one yet that properly captures some of the nuance of our complex, fighty lady. Perhaps subject to change later.

Shadowheart

"Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey Alright, I'll admit this one isn't perfect either, but... come on! The title is just too good! And such a rosy, hopeful song about beating the odds in the face of Shadowheart's pessimistic doom and gloom, it was just so good!

Withers

"Hotel California" by The Eagles If bone man isn't the personification of You can check out any time you like/But you can never leave I don't know what is.

Wyll

"Carry On My Wayward Son" by Kansas If this song is ruined for you by certain other cultural touchstones... suck it up. Or if you must, replace with "Take On Me" by a-ha, because that was a close second. But I think when you really think about it, Wyll is very much a wayward son, trying to create a little peace in this world.

#BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #Baldur's Gate 3 companions #Astarion #The Emperor bg3 #Gale bg3 #Halsin #Karlach #Lae'zel #Shadowheart #Withers bg3 #Wyll #I think everyone deserves a little 80s power anthem myself #Shhhh 1976 counts as the 80s you hush

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wallywise · 2 months

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Hey!! It's the byler music fairy!! What are the songs you most associate with byler, Will, and/or Mike, and why??💙💛🎶🎵🧚‍♀️

Oooooh thats a great question that I’m veeery happy to answer to !!! I actually have three playlist on Spotify specifically on this (Byler, Mike and Will)

So bear with me I will try to make it short x’D

Byler

For them the first that come to mind is Heroes by David Bowie no one can convince me that’s it’s not their canon song in the serie, the lyrics are just perfect and I could bet money that they will kiss in season 5 with this music in background “And we kissed as though nothing could fall” it’s just way too perfect. Secondly I associate them a lot with Seven by Taylor Swift, the lyrics are just so perfectly them !! Or even Spark Fly, a lot of Taylor’s song are very byler coded to me- Like I said I have a whole playlist with songs like Daylight by Taylor Swift, Me and Michael by MGMT, The light that never goes out by The Smiths and such, for a long time I could listen to nearly anything and still link it with them x’D

Mike

For him I actually have a few song that I can’t listen to without thinking about him; Tarzan boy by Baltimore and Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat The first being in the serie and the second on Mike’s official playlist, they’re literally about gay boys trying to live in the 80’s, wishing for liberty and escaping their city to live freely (and find love) These songs are Mike‘s, i do also think about him when listening to songs like Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez, the lyrics really describe the wheeler family, but there’s so much more songs that I can’t add because it would be too much x’D There’s so many song like Michael in the bathroom that I associate with him because if edits

Will

Again for him there’s so many song that I can’t listen to without thinking about him, firstly and obviously Should I stay or should I go by The Clash and Boy’s don’t cry by The cure as the first one is canonically his song and the second very much hinted to be important 👀 so honestly no need to explain those very much except the fact that the lyrics speak by themselves. Secondly I do think A LOT about him listening to nearly every Conan Gray song there’s an invisible link between them I can’t shake off, Heather, Family line, Summer child ??? So Will coded !! And songs like Iris by the goo goo dolls or Elastic heart by Sia ?? ALL TOO WELL BY TS ?! Forever linked to will in my head because if edits and fanfictions 😭

I swear there’s so many songs that remind me of him, of Mike or of both of them I can’t even start to list it, those two gays really rot my brain for so long that every song was a byler song if I tried hard enough (most of the time I didn’t even try I just listened and “oh very ____ coded” and that for monthhhs, now it’s not the same anymore as I have more diverse interest and I think of diverse characters listening to music but I swear there’s so many song that could have been written for them 😭🫶

#anon ask #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #miwi #byler tumblr #byler is endgame #⭐️💙

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etherealspacejelly · 18 days

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my music taste is all over the place tbh, but i feel like it falls into a few very specific categories when you break it down:

songs my dad listens to. mostly 70s and 80s rock/rock and roll. typical middle-aged british father music tbh - Blondie. Kate Bush. The Bee Gees. Aerosmith. The Beach Boys. Peter Gabriel. etc.

songs i heard on the radio a lot as a kid - Kesha. Britney Spears. Lady Gaga. Beyonce. Rihanna. Cascada. Pitbull. MIKA. etc.

songs i heard on tiktok and went Holy Shit That Slaps - Phonk. Will Wood. Tornado by Owl City. Random songs i heard in an edit and suddenly remembered they exist.

Queen. this is a category all by itself because. i have a playlist of just queen songs thats nearly 4 hours long. they're the only specific artist ive ever actually cared about rather than one or two songs

songs from/based on media i enjoy - doctor who soundtrack, video game soundtracks, FNAF fan songs, etc.

meme songs - careless whisper. never gonna give you up. caramelldansen. africa by toto. fireflies. these unironically slap and i regret nothing

idk what the point of this post is i just think its kinda funny

#life updates with jelly #music

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macklinsgf · 1 year

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Bomika lover moment you say?

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“Awe man! Why’s it have to b-be so damn cold!?” Mika’s complaining cut through the dark and damp street, it was mid-January after a rain so it’s expected to be cold, doesn’t make it any better though.

“Here you big baby.” Bose scoffed jokingly, taking off and handing his sweater to his friend. “Now stop complaining.”

Mika wrapped the sweater around her, the warmth and smell of evergreen surrounded her and she nearly sighed out loud.

“Judging by looks alone, you liked it?” Bose laughs at the comfy girl’s form. She punched him in the arm.

“Shut up!” Now looking at the boy in front of her she frowned. “Hey aren’t you cold?” She questioned, underneath the sweater he was wearing only a t-shirt and jeans.

“Nah. I don’t get cold easily.” The 16-year old replied nonchalantly. Mika grunted.

“Whatever you say…”

As the duo approached her house Bose said goodnight and began the walk towards his house which was surprisingly not that far!

As he walked away he shivered slightly but ignored it, it was worth it if Mika could be warm.

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Mika yawned, pulling on her pajamas after a long shower, the girl sat on the bed before realizing she still had Bose’s sweater! She panicked for a second before realizing she could just give it back the next day.

Mika sat on the bed pretending not to see her friend’s clothing… well… she was feeling chilly… forget the warm bath! Mika snuggled into the hoodie sighing comfortably before realizing there was something in the pocket.

The young girl shrugged and pulled out what looked to be an iPod… a little snooping can’t hurt right…? She questioned herself looking at the pod curiously. All she was going to do was find the music Bose liked! For no reason whatsoever! Just to know!

She opened the iPod to the most recent playlists, and sat shocked. There in front of her face was a playlist with her name on the title? Maybe Bose just had playlists for everyone! She rationalized. But as she scrolled through the many playlists none of them were labeled by someone’s name…

Mika nervously put the earbuds in and tapped shuffle on her playlist, the first song played…

“Yellow by Coldplay?” She recognized the song immediately. The girl listened through the whole song and the next one played…

“Perfect by Ed Sheeran?!” She exclaimed, realization donning on her… she skipped the next song,

“I’m yours by Jacob Mraz”

Next,

“A thousand years by Christina perri”

Next…

“Sucker by Jonas brothers”

Next.

“What makes you beautiful by one direction”

Next!

“Creep by Radiohead”

Mika sat stunned on her bed repeating just three words in her head.

“Bose likes me…?”

“Bose likes me.”

“Bose likes me!”

Suddenly she felt like she was in a 80’s rom com because that was the only explanation to the sudden butterflies dancing violently in her stomach as she finally came to terms with the fact that her dreams had finally come true!

She sprawled across her own bed in Bose’s sweater. Processing what just happened when a knock startled her out of her trance. Mika looked up to see a nervous looking Bose in her window. Mika swiftly opened the window for the taller boy to enter and he looked extra flustered after seeing what the girl soon realized was her still in his sweater.

Oops.

“So I just kinda realized I left my sweater here…” Bose rubbed his neck, chuckling worriedly.

“Right!” Mika quickly removed the article of clothing, handing it off to Bose and giggling slightly.

“What’s so funny?” He asked as he began climbing out of the window.

Now’s your chance Mika! She told herself.

“Well…” she walked forward, hands behind her back. “I thought you didn’t get cold.” She stated simply, before the boy could respond she left a small kiss on his cheek leaving him speechless and flustered.

“I-I s-should probably go…” he fumbled with his words, smiling dopey like.

After he’d left Mika had a whole meltdown because ‘why did she do that!’ ‘But it worked didn’t it?!’ ‘She got her feelings across!’ ‘But does he like me back?!’ ‘You saw his smile! He’s totally into you!’ Suddenly her twin walked in.

“Yo Mika do you… know… where… The pudding is…?” Miles’s question slowed as he saw the position of his sister.

“You doing okay?” He questioned genuinely. Mika inhaled.

“I just kissed Bose.” She started staring at her floor and panicked.

Miles was shocked but walked over and complimented her on ‘getting her man’ in his own words. They chuckled on the floor for a solid 10 minutes. Before wishing each other goodnight… it was 11:00 after all!

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thoughts?

THIS IS SO ADORABLE!

#danger force #mika macklin #bomika #bose o'brien #one shot

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thechaseofspades · 1 year

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3, 5, and 13 for the music asks?

3: A song that reminds you of summertime

Me specifically? I was a delivery driver two summers ago, and let me tell you, I was not prepared with nearly enough music to get me through some of those days without going nearly insane. So I leaned on Spotify Discover playlist a ton, and some of the music I picked up from that era has lived in my brain ever since as "that summer I drove for 40 hours a week" music.

Long story short, "Bee-sting" by The Wombats. Probably the best "summer song" out of those. Don't get me wrong, they were all bops, but not all of them screamed *summer* without that context.

If we're looking for a more "summery" answer, then "Counting Stars" by OneRepublic has got to be it. It's got a great vibe, and just makes me wish I was more carefree and adventurous. I wish I could just go run in a field as the sun sets at 8 pm. That's the summer experience right there bucko.

5: A song that needs to be played LOUD

Any song that I really like or want to vibe to, I put my headphones in and turn it up as loud as my ears can handle it, and then a little bit louder. I like being fully immersed in the music. So for that reason, it's hard to pick just one.

But if I absolutely have to, then I'm going with "The Pretender" by Foo Fighters. It just absolutely rocks and I have nothing sophisticated to say about it. Does it rip from a Sesame Street song? Yes, absolutely, and it's funny to think about every single time. RIP Taylor Hawkins.

13: One of your favorite 80’s songs

My parents grew up in the 80's, so I grew up drowning in content of the era. I will be first in line at 80's nostalgia's funeral, because I am frankly exhausted from it, and have been for a while. Like, I get it, the 80's seemed kinda cool and there's plenty of good stuff from then, but my goodness there were other years

Anyway I'm getting off topic. The answer is "Under Pressure" by Queen and David Bowie because how could it possibly not be?

Thanks for the ask! Love doing these

#music ask game #ask game #i'm more of a fleetwood mac guy and that's 70's #honorable mention to anything grouplove has made for the summer answer #and 'anti-venom' by uss for the loud answer #what can i say i am very indecisive

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boseobrien · 1 year

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“Here you big baby.” Bose scoffed jokingly, taking off and handing his sweater to his friend. “Now stop complaining.”

Mika wrapped the sweater around her, the warmth and smell of evergreen surrounded her and she nearly sighed out loud.

“Judging by looks alone, you liked it?” Bose laughs at the comfy girl’s form. She punched him in the arm.

“Shut up!” Now looking at the boy in front of her she frowned. “Hey aren’t you cold?” She questioned, underneath the sweater he was wearing only a t-shirt and jeans.

“Nah. I don’t get cold easily.” The 16-year old replied nonchalantly. Mika grunted.

“Whatever you say…”

As the duo approached her house Bose said goodnight and began the walk towards his house which was surprisingly not that far!

As he walked away he shivered slightly but ignored it, it was worth it if Mika could be warm.

—//—

Mika nervously put the earbuds in and tapped shuffle on her playlist, the first song played…

“Yellow by Coldplay?” She recognized the song immediately. The girl listened through the whole song and the next one played…

“Perfect by Ed Sheeran?!” She exclaimed, realization donning on her… she skipped the next song,

“I’m yours by Jacob Mraz”

Next,

“A thousand years by Christina perri”

Next…

“Sucker by Jonas brothers”

Next.

“What makes you beautiful by one direction”

Next!

“Creep by Radiohead”

Mika sat stunned on her bed repeating just three words in her head.

“Bose likes me…?”

“Bose likes me.”

“Bose likes me!”

Oops.

“So I just kinda realized I left my sweater here…” Bose rubbed his neck, chuckling worriedly.

“Right!” Mika quickly removed the article of clothing, handing it off to Bose and giggling slightly.

“What’s so funny?” He asked as he began climbing out of the window.

How’s your chance Mika! She told herself.

“I-I s-should probably go…” he fumbled with his words, smiling dopey like.

“Yo Mika do you… know… where… The pudding is…?” Miles’s question slowed as he saw the position of his sister.

“You doing okay?” He questioned genuinely. Mika inhaled.

“I just kissed Bose.” She started staring at her floor and panicked.

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thoughts?

Um.YES.

I remember this exact prompt on an otp generators and it's so cool to see more detail added to it to make it a story !!!

#small fanfiction #i loved reading this #canon #bomika #bose o'brien #mika macklin #anon answered #ask

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nickgerlich · 3 months

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Discovery Zone

I have long been a student of consumer behavior. I suppose going to grad school—both MBA and PhD—at a school whose Marketing Department was known for its consumer behaviorist professors helped make that happen. Indiana U was a great place to be back in the 80s.

By virtue of my training, I became intrigued by how people process information, how they initiate their searches, and how they ultimately buy. If marketers could ever figure this out completely, there would never be any flops or failures, because we would know in advance if something is going to fly. Or not.

Alas, we are not much closer today to where we were 40 years ago, but not because of lack of trying. It’s just that humans are a complicated lot, and just when you think you have figured out one thing, you realize you don’t know nearly as much as you though in other areas. We are irrational, fickle, and prone to whimsy, in spite of what we may profess.

Shortly after Pandora launched in 2005, I became enamored of their approach to serving music. As many of you know, Pandora creates playlists on the fly, based on user input of either an artist or genre. Unlike the Spotify or Apple Music so many of use today in which we play our own playlists, or direct the service to play a specific song, album, or artist only, Pandora actively encourages discovery. In other words, it is likely to deliver music and artists you have never heard before, its algorithm predicting what you will like based on your simple input.

If you are willing to deal with all that uncertainty, that’s great. I know I certainly was introduced to a lot of new tunes and artists that way. And now comes Amazon with its Rufus, an AI shopping tool that enhances discovery much the same way that Pandora did nearly 20 years ago.

While I have long applauded Amazon for its suggestion engine—“People who bought this also bought that…”—Rufus intends to take it to a whole new level. After all, once you have people in the store, online or within your four walls, they are already in the mood to shop, and quite possibly buy. If Amazon can help point the way to things we might need or want, it only stands to pad its bottom line.

From a consumer behavior perspective, there are two different views of how this process starts. The standard AIDA model (Awareness, Interest, Desire, Action) cannot unfold unless first there is awareness. That’s Rufus’ job. As much as we might like to fancy ourselves savvy shoppers, we truly do not even know the tip of the iceberg when it comes to product knowledge, at least the depth and breadth of product offerings. It is staggering.

The second path is more purchase-oriented in that it examines the entire process, from when we acknowledge that a “problem” exists, which can be as simple as noticing the milk jug is nearly empty, the orange light on the dashboard has illuminated, or there is water flowing out from under your barn door, like what happened to me during the recent cold wave. Basically, this is the point at which we have recognized need.

From there we search for ways to solve the problem, evaluate the resulting options, make a buy-or-no-buy decision, and if we did purchase, make post-purchase evaluations. It’s a handy little model, and I realize it does not capture all the nuances of the many types of purchase situations (like when you really have no choice but to just pay the man), but it works.

The AIDA model, while different from the buying model, still applies. It’s kind of like having two witnesses to a crash, but from opposite sides of the street. It often runs in the background, because we see ads every day, filing away little bits of information either intentionally or by happenstance. These bits may be accessed when the need arises. Or, we may go looking for information as situations dictate.

But back to Amazon. As we all know now, AI is here to stay. While it may have taken the arrival of ChatGPT for AI to become a household word in the last 15 months, it has been around for at least two decades. It just keeps getting better.

If Rufus can discern that I am not only looking for a running vest with a water reservoir, but also perhaps getting ready for an event, it could serve up far more than just accessory items that other people also bought. You know, like shoes, clothes, caps, and everything else that goes into decking out a trail runner.

I suspect that, just with ChatGPT, Rufus will only get smarter as time passes, its knowledge of us growing each and every time we search, browse, and buy. It will be the spouse that not only thinks they know you, but has perfect memory, as well as the ability to make connections that would stretch the human brain.

I know. That sounds a bit scary, but this is where it is heading. Rufus will be looking for the common denominator whenever possible, just like I expect it to do the next time I am inside a Whole Foods waving my palm over that fancy scanner. It should be able to deduce a lot of things about me, more than just the obvious.

I also expect Walmart to hop on this train as well. I can look back at all of my grocery purchases via the Walmart app, because I use the camera to scan the QR on the POS terminal, and instantly link to my stored Walmart+ data. If they were really on their toes, they would begin to understand the patterns, and then be able to help me discover new items that fit my shopping persona.

This is all genius, and I rather like it. As I have said before, I do not mind targeted advertising. I would much rather see ads for things I have a serious shot at buying, not something that will land with a thud and deaf ears.

Rufus is being rolled out slowly, first to a small trial group, and then nationwide later this year. So be patient. You’ll get a chance to use it, as will I. Until then, I am expecting great things, not to mention bigger purchases.

Dr “Sell Me Something New” Gerlich

Audio Blog

#marketing #Amazon #Rufus #AI #retail #online

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amazing-spiderling · 8 months

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For the ask game: 5 14 16 31 49 50

Do you have any works where you refuse to reach a certain relationship landmark, for one reason or another?

Huh. This is kind of a strange question- I mean, I think when I start writing something, I have a pretty good idea of where I want things to end up. So if I'm not choosing to get to a certain "landmark" it's because it just wasn't right for the narrative, not because I'm choosing not to go "that far". I guess I don't often write about characters having children, either because it's not write for the story at the time/doesn't make sense, or I'm not interested in inventing some just for the sake of it. I don't have a problem with children and babies being in stories- I love to include Ellie in Spideypool stories when it makes sense, and I like the idea that Peter would be good with her.

Are there any relationship dynamics/tropes you want to write in the future, but haven't yet?

Ah, so- I have a little idea simmering in a pot. It's certainly one of those, "If no one else is gonna write it I guess I have to do it!" kind of things- that's *sort* of an enemies to lovers thing? More of a rivals to lovers thing, but also with plenty of misunderstanding and identity shenanigans, so there's plenty of familiar things for me to pla with as well.

Are there any relationship dynamics/tropes you enjoy reading about, but wouldn't want to write yourself? Vice versa?

To answer the latter question first, I don't really spend my time writing anything I wouldn't want to read. The closest I have come is writing fills for other people in events that are maybe not my setting/plot of choice, but it's still going to be tailored to my tastes, otherwise there's just no way it would get done. As far as tropes I like reading but wouldn't write? Hum. I don't mind a little bit of a sharper edge of cruelty/ adversarial nature in earlier chunks of a story that can get worked out as the story progresses, but I think I have a hard time channeling that myself, so I mostly worry it would fall flat. I dunno, I'm kind of a never say never person for this sort of thing.

Are there any songs that remind you of [clarified in DMs to be mattfoggy]? Are there any songs that remind them of each other?

I was kinda in my feels about "Heather" by Conan Gray while making a playlist a while back, which I think would be a decent pick if you were trying to make a mix about some serious pining, and it could probably go either way tbh. I have also been reading a lot of the older DD comics lately (80's ish I think?) where Matt is literally involved with a Heather, and Foggy and Natasha (yes, that Natasha) conspire to break them up. It all goes very poorly! Especially for poor Heather.

"I'll Still Have Me" is another song that hits me just right, and I think it's the kind of song that would have Foggy SOBBING during S3 (or y'know, any of those periods when Matt is faking his death or whatever.)

Everybody knows I'm upset, they don't even have to ask it They know I believed in us last week.

What's your favorite relationship dynamic that you've seen in another work of fiction? Has this influenced your writing at all?

I don't think I got terribly involved in shipping until, oh, college or maybe even a little after that. I consumed a lot of media that I think is popular for ships (Sailor Moon, read GO in high school, other various 90's anime, comic books) but I was always pretty content to accept whatever relationship was presented on screen or not really think about it much at all. But one of my long-time friends and I first bonded over X-Men and the buddy relationship between Wolverine and Nightcrawler, and a few years later he showed me the tanker chapter to Metal Gear Solid 2, telling me "I think you're going to like these two guys" because of my penchant for buddy bro relationships. At the time I was content to be like, "YEAH WHAT GOOD BROS" but obviously that didn't last. XD Since then, nearly all of my ships have followed the pattern of friends-to-lovers, and obviously that shows up a lot in my writing and art. (Although weirdly, while I totally GET Logan/Kurt as a ship, it just doesn't do anything for me.)

Free space! Brag on yourself! Advertise your writing! What are you most proud of recently?

Oh gosh. Well, I recently wrote a stupidly fluffy little fic for a friend called, "Keep It Simple" which is a very silly college MattFoggy story about Matt struggling to confess his feelings to Foggy while Foggy does everything he can to... help him confess. (It makes sense in context, I promise, haha.) That was a fun one to write, mostly because I got to come up with lots of silly things for Foggy to say, and I love getting to write about him being a good bro.

I'm also charging ahead with a co-writer to work on "Home's Around the Corner (It's a Long Way There)" and hopefully chapter 4 will be out before too long. (You know how it is with edits.) We only had a general idea of where we wanted the story to go when we started, but as we've written more, some interesting wrinkles and turns have cropped up and I'm having a good time with it. I think the end result will be pretty satisfying all around. :3

#thank you for the ask!

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elizabethplaid · 1 year

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Tonight, I’m listening to my “batch listen” playlist on youtube, where I’ve been dumping new-to-me songs. I’m somewhere amid the 330s, out of 550+, and I’m right in the territory of “listening to this for the first time” and “oh yeah, I remember hearing this several months ago”. Holy fuck, it feels like struck gold with some of these songs.

I can kinda tell where some of them came from. A bunch were found as song lyric references (uquiz, Drawfee, a protest sign), and some were probably from NPR Classical (anything piano or instrumental). There was also my “listening to 80s songs as if they’re new” phase.

Omg, coming up are some Sleep Token songs. I found that band back in January/February, so that’s how long these songs have been stuck in limbo on my playlist.

Guess that means I should write an update for the list, to share the links. It must’ve been nearly a year since I last posted one. I got so caught up with pre-made mix videos, I just forgot about my own lists.

#daily notes #music #batch listen playlist

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Vi, I've been meaning to ask - what would be ur top 5 songs that you'd like to edit Tomgreg to? (Nothing that you've already done - but would like to do maybe?)

oooh good question! okay so I have this really long playlist with songs I wanna use for amvs, but this is my top 5 for tomgreg right now. (I also have some ideas for tom in general & tomshiv). mostly oldies because it's so much fun editing tomgreg to songs tom would listen to himself, like I can picture him listening to these and being like "greg...🥲" (and the same with some songs & shiv but we're talking about tomgreg now)

1. don't you want me - the human league

I was listening to my 80s playlist last week and this song came up and I was like OH TOMGREG. SAFE ROOM SCENE. AAAH. I picked you out, I shook you up, and turned you around / turned you into someone new is VERY tomgreg. but the whole song is honestly. I already kind of planned it out in my head, probably gonna make & upload it somewhere this week. (also the fact that it's a duet so I can have tom parts & greg parts is great, really excited for this one)

2. cloudbusting - kate bush

I LOVE kate bush and this song is so dramatic and the lyrics are so very tom: you're like my yo-yo / that glowed in the dark / what made it special / made it dangerous so I bury it / and forget; hello repression hours. and you looked too small / in their big black car / to be a threat to the men in power is literally greg aaaaaaah

3. handle with care - traveling wilburys

again, the lyrics are very much tom: been stuck in airports, terrorized / sent to meetings, hypnotized / overexposed, commercialized / handle me with care and I feel like this is something tom would listen to and be like "this song is just like me fr"

4. cruel to be kind - nick lowe

something from greg's pov for a change, whaaaat (I usually make amvs from tom's pov because he lives in my brain rent free so it's easier to connect songs to him, I also understand him better and he's unhinged which is more fun to edit lol). I feel like this song captures greg's confusion about tom's mood swings very well: though you say you're my friend / I'm at my wits' end / you say your love is bonafide / but that don't coincide with the the things you do / and when I ask you to be nice / you say you've gotta be cruel to be kind / in the right measure

5. funny little frog - belle and sebastian

the PINING. unrequited tomgreg is something I'm kinda obsessed with, I mean yes I'd love to see them be evil together but I also love tragedy & drama & tbh I enjoy seeing tom sad. basically the singer of this song sings this whole dramatic love confession (you're my fashion tip, a living museum / I'd pay to visit you on rainy sundays etc.) and then at the end he's like I'll maybe tell you all about it someday...

there's a lot more + all the great suggestions my followers sent me + half of lana del rey's discography.

I also have a bunch of songs for tom in general: running on ice by billy joel, grace kelly by mika, charmless man by blur, the man by the killers... and I'm goin' down by bruce springsteen, the dangling conversation by simon & garfunkel, losing my religion by R.E.M. & our perfect disease by the wombats for tomshiv (tomshiv makes me sad as fuck though which is why I don't edit them that often, I really have to be in the mood for it)

so yeah I'm not nearly out of inspiration haha. actually I realized that tom is basically my muse because he inspires pretty much all of my edits and I haven't been in such a huge creative flow in years haha.

(be warned: if anyone steals any of my ideas I'll break their legs. but first we'll have a sleepover.)

#ty for the ask clover <33 #this was also a great opportunity for me to kind of organise my ideas so thanks for that too #asks

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uh-velkommen · 2 years

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I love Bastille for such a peculiar reason

They make such smooth, easy listening music that I just feel happy listening to them. Like there’s not a single stressor in the world that could bother me with Dan’s voice in my headphones. It’s strange because Fall Out Boy is my favorite band for many reasons; their instrumentals hit all the marks when I was searching for emo bands to get into, the talent is there, the lyrics are so raw and relatable, their concepts are creative with the pop culture references and the soulful influences, not to mention the years of drama and history that followed that band leaving plenty of new things for me to discover over the years. Bastille, I couldn’t even tell you the names of the other members yet every time one of their songs pop up in my playlist, my brain goes “Omg my favorite band!” Now that I think of it, my discovering Bastille and Fall Out Boy almost happened in the same way. I heard the song for a second (Pompeii and My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark) and without hesitation went, “Who sings this I need to look into them” But when it happened with Fall Out Boy, I had the means to actually look into them. When it happened with Bastille (and I love telling people this story) the most I could do was turn my radio on every day at 3 p.m. exactly to catch the stations “Top ten hits” play Bastille until Pompeii was no longer a top ten hit. And just like that, they left my brain. Years later I got a job and with my first paycheck I didn’t go “Finally, I can get Fall Out Boy merch!” No, I bought a Bastille Album. It was Wild World and I love that album to death but still not more than Fall Out Boy...

As I write this post, I had finally listened to their new song (two months old now because it had been sitting in my “Watch Later” since it came out) Shut Off The Lights and it nearly had me in tears by the end. I wish I could tell you why. It’s such a simple song and Dan doesn’t do anything particularly amazing with his voice. But I was so happy that it was so good. I think I had started to fall off the band wagon when the album Doom Days came out. I thought, “Man I spent money on this band and now all their music is starting to sound the same.” I’ve only found one band that was able to switch up their sound but still sound like them and that was Pierce The Veil. Where each album feels fresh, new, and exciting but doesn’t feel like a part two to their previous album or an entirely different band (which Fall Out Boy had admittedly, fallen subject to). However, Pierce The Veil isn’t even in my top 3 favorite bands. But Doom Days man, I can’t remember if every song sounded way too similar to the next or if the album as a whole had reused too many sounds from their previous ones. It was such a let down and then the Goosebumps EP came out and by then I gave up my loyalty. I mean I really hate that EP. I’m really disappointed that they drifted away from that experimental indie-alternative band sound to songs that follow such a boring poppy song structure. Also, if a band pumps out a bunch of music too quickly (which is an issue I’ve found with Dance Gavin Dance whose music is also starting to sound all too similar) or consecutively bad music over the course of a long period (because imagine waiting years for new music just to be disappointed over and over again) then I get frustrated and eventually lose interest. 3 strikes. Now as I sit here listening to Give Me The Future for the first time, I’m not impressed.

First of all, is the amount of auto tune a stylistic choice? My favorite Bastille songs have been the ones with minimal music, Two Evils, Four Walls, even the orchestra version of Warmth because Dan’s voice is that good. That’s also why I hate Novocain by Fall Out Boy. I absolutely love Patrick Stump’s voice and the effects on top of it completely take me out of the experience. Don’t get me wrong, I like that some of the songs have a clear 80s influence (that’s a trope I’ll never get tired of) but that doesn’t automatically make the song good. So why is it that I got to Shut Off The Lights and I’m immediately made happy again. Is it the looming melancholic vibes of the instrumentals? The romantic lyrics? The passion you can actually hear in Dan’s voice? The clear harmonies or the easy bobbing of my head to the beat? What is this formula that Bastille is so good at achieving yet only does 50 percent of the time? Why is it that I always forget how much I like them until I play Wild World and immediately become enamored? How can they be so close to my favorite when I don’t even like half of their discography? I just don’t get it.

#bastille #fall out boy #pierce the veil #dance gavin dance #music #emo #emo music

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unbridgeabledistances · 3 years

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okayyy so i had something heavier/hurt-comforty in the works as a gapfiller about mickey processing (bc we all need that!!!) but this fluffy little 3+1 about ian and mickey singing to each other happened instead— i hope u enjoy💞

a 3+1 of 3 times ian sang to mickey, and one time mickey sang to ian (to give context to the absolutely wild 11x09 serenade)

also the biggest shoutout to @southside-forever’s 80s gallavich playlist which has SO many bops and inspired bits of this😌

Mickey didn’t really know when it all started— Ian was always fucking humming these days, always whistling or singing some tune under his breath when he came out of the shower. He was more buoyant recently, lighter— the security gig was going well, and these days it felt like something looming and heavy had lifted, releasing the crooked hunch out of Ian’s shoulders that had taken root the sour morning weeks before as he shoveled Fruit Loops and Jameson into his mouth. Since then, it felt like he and Ian were finally on the same goddamn page for once— like they had a purpose, like they were moving forward.

Or at least, moving forward on the weekdays— but today was a slow, lazy Saturday, and Mickey was still laying in bed in a tank top and boxers, sweaty and entangled in the crumpled sheets, laying back with his head on the pillow and playing some overly-gory sharpshooter game on his phone. He’d been trying to beat this fucking level a million times, but his thumb couldn’t move quickly enough at the pivotal moment when he had to shoot a bunch of enemy forces— he’d been at the game for a good half hour, since when Ian had sleepily stumbled off of the mattress sporting a full bedhead to go take a shower, and Mickey was starting to get a tinny, sharp headache from staring at his phone screen for too long. He was just starting to consider getting up, to peel off his sweaty tank top and head downstairs to grab some coffee— when Ian came into the room from his shower, a fraying towel wrapped around his lower half and his torso slick with excess water droplets. Mickey flickered his eyes up from his game for a moment, taking an… appreciative glance, and then quickly focused his attention back on his pixelated mission as Ian stood in front of the dresser in the cramped bedroom, and started to rustle through the drawers for a t-shirt.

Mickey maneuvered his buff video game avatar through a minefield, biting his lip in concentration— when his sharp focus was suddenly infiltrated by Ian, singing under his breath in an airy tone.

“Ooooooh we’re halfway there.”

Mickey gritted his teeth slightly and tried to pour all his attention into the pivotal moment of the level, but half of his mind was being pulled to listen to Ian’s gravelly voice, continuing to softly murmur to himself in a tone that was ridiculously off-key.

“She says we’ve gotta hoooold on, to what we’ve got—”

Mickey’s phone screen flickered. GAME OVER.

Mickey wanted to throw his phone at the fucking wall. He inhaled, then pressed “Start Game” again, one last time— and again, his focus was disrupted by Ian, singing under his breath as he pulled on his jeans and gently pattered his hands in a rhythm on the top of the dresser— which was endearing and sappy as fuck, sure, but it was not helping Mickey with the task at hand. Mickey puffed out a sharp, frustrated breath, keeping his eyes on his phone screen.

“The fuck are you singing for right now?”

Ian suddenly gave a sheepish smile over his shoulder as he rifled through their sock drawer, like he’d been caught in the middle of doing something wrong.

“Don’t know. Song was just stuck in my head I guess.”

Mickey glared at Ian, pressing his thumb to the screen to pause his game. “Cut that shit out.”

Ian rolled his eyes fondly, sitting on the edge of the mattress to pull on his socks. “You should be thanking me for serenading you with your fucking eighties dad music. I could be singing Carly Rae Jepson right now, or some other pop bullshit that you hate.”

Mickey felt an involuntary, amused smirk split onto his face, and he tried to turn it into a scowl. Fucking adorable motherfucker.

“Okay, tough guy. If anything you should be thanking me for cleansing your ears from the techno garbage that you used to listen to.”

Ian gave a soft smile, shoulders turning fully towards Mickey now that he’d finished pulling on his socks— and then he turned and clambered into the bed, hovering above Mickey and causing Mickey’s fingers to go slack around his phone case. Mickey could smell the warm, freshly-showered scent of him, all cheap bar soap and Old Spice deodorant, and felt the soft press of his t-shirt through Mickey’s thin tank top— an overly worn t-shirt, one of Mickey’s, that stretched just a little too tight over Ian’s torso.

Ian looked down at Mickey, fucking beaming for some reason, his eyes light. He swooped down, pressing a soft, quick kiss above Mickey’s eyebrow. And then—

“Take my haaaand, we’ll make it I sweeear”

Mickey felt an involuntary, uncomfortable chuckle bubble up out of his ribcage. Was Ian fucking… singing? To him? It definitely seemed like it. And as much as he didn’t want it to, because this was fucking sappy and ridiculous and… well, gay— Mickey couldn’t help the fact that his husband leaning over him, breathily singing the tune of one of their goddamn wedding songs in his husky tone-deaf voice, made Mickey’s blood run a little bit hotter; which was bullshit, because absolutely nothing about this should be hot, and it was probably the most disgustingly married thing that Mickey could think of�� but apparently everything about Ian, every dorky and fucking god-awful cringey thing that he did, was a turn-on, or at least according to Mickey’s thudding heartbeat and sweaty palms right now.

Ian’s face was still hovering centimeters above his, his eyebrows raised triumphantly and sporting a sappy fucking grin, like he knew how affected Mickey was by this, no matter how much Mickey grumbled and complained and tried to hide it.

Mickey rolled his eyes. “You’re fucking soft, Gallagher.”

Ian just leaned down again, kissing up the slope of Mickey’s neck and biting at his earlobe—and, okay, maybe Mickey could get behind Ian’s singing after all.

Ian’s singing was starting to get fucking ridiculous— and as much as it made something deep inside Mickey feel a light pang of relief, to see Ian being his old bubbly self again in the rhythms of routine and held by the safety net of financial stability because of the security gig that made the air between them less stale, it also meant that they were also around each other pretty much 24/7, and Ian’s serenades were starting to get relentless.

While they pretty much had a common ground in liking nostalgic 80s music, they would still inevitably argue about what music to play in the ambulance every morning— and whatever shitty album they eventually chose to put on, whether it was Ian’s pop garbage of Mickey’s mellower 80s tunes, Ian’s brain would apparently absorb all the songs like a fucking sponge and he’d start singing them all day long—in the kitchen, in the shower, even when they were just laying in bed on their phones and Ian would constantly hum absentmindedly.

Today they were driving to some bougie dispensary in Glencoe, near a bunch of ridiculous mansions on the very outskirts of the city, and it was Ian’s turn to pick the music— Mickey usually elected one of the well-loved CDs that he’d jammed into the glove compartment as they were refurbishing the ambulance, CDs that he’d kept since he was a kid when he piled them high in the corner of his grimy room next to a half-broken boombox— but as much as they were Mickey’s comfort CDs, Ian could only listen to Bon Jovi so many times before he started to slander 80s music as a collective genre.

“Can we just listen to something by someone who isn’t older than us, just this once?”

“Easy for you to say, Gallagher. At least the music that I like has fucking words.”

When it was Ian’s turn to pick the music, he usually picked more modern stuff with heavy beats and a thrumming bass (though more often than not he also appeased Mickey’s tastes with some “80s throwback” playlist he’d found on Spotify that he’d noticed Mickey would bob his head along to)—but on longer drives, like this one, it was easy to butt heads about the soundtrack. Ian had allowed Mickey to play through one of his Queen CDs that morning, and then Ian had put on some whiny indie bullshit from a playlist on his phone for the other half of the drive— now they were heading home after a long day, with the stereo turned low to a local radio station.

They’d settled into a comfortable silence, as they often did at the end of the day when their energy faded— Ian had stopped pattering his hands on the steering wheel like he usually did when he was amped up and buzzing with energy in the mornings, and Mickey could tell they were both ready to collapse onto the couch the second they set foot in the door.

Mickey blew out a deflated breath and reached to turn up the radio, tuning in to some middle-aged host with a cheery voice chattering about the heat wave in Chicago that upcoming weekend—and then the airwaves went silent, and there was the overdramatic sound of a slamming door and a gospel choir.

Ian’s ears nearly fucking perked up at the sound as the opening chords began.

“Life is a mystery… Everyone must stand alone…”

Ian immediately raised his voice to join in, the tired slouch leaving his shoulders.

“I hear you call my naaaame”

He turned to Mickey and pointed overdramatically, causing Mickey to shove his arm away but unable to quell the overly fond grin that he knew was blooming on his face.

“And it feels like… home.”

The beat dropped, rolling into the chorus, and Ian energetically drummed his hands against the steering wheel once more.

“C’mon, Mick!” Ian laughed, throwing his head back dramatically as he sang while still trying to keep his eyes on the road.

“When you call my name, it’s like a little prayer, I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there.” Ian’s pitchiness clashed with the melody, but he was too focused on singing and bopping side to side in this seat to really care.

Mickey rolled his eyes, his lips still turned upwards at the corners while he watched his absolute dork of a husband jamming to Madonna. “Isn’t this song about giving someone a blowjob or some shit?”

Ian gave an easygoing laugh. “Technically, yes. And it’s also definitionally a gay anthem, which means you have to sing with me.”

Mickey scoffed and flipped Ian off. “Fuck off.”

Ian raised a playful eyebrow, and continued to sing with relentless eye contact:

“It’s like a dreeeeam, no end and no beginning”

Mickey felt heat rise into his cheeks against his will. No fucking way was he going to sing a Madonna song about a blowjob stone-cold sober at 2pm on a Tuesday while driving home from work with his fucking husband—which, wow, that was probably the gayest sentence that had ever crossed Mickey’s mind in his 26 years of existence (which was definitely saying a lot).

This wasn’t ever a place Mickey thought he’d be in— sitting beside Ian so comfortably, singing fucking songs while they drove home from their daily commute; getting to soak up all the warmth, all the brightness that had always radiated out of Ian so intensely that it nearly blinded him, a warmth that he’d always wanted to lean in closer to even when they were just scrawny kids in a shitty neighborhood still figuring everything out.

Maybe, just maybe— it was okay to lean in a little more.

By the time the chorus rolled around the third time, Mickey was begrudgingly humming along, like he usually did whenever the songs that Ian was singing on and endless loop got stuck in his own head and popped up while he was brushing his teeth or making toast for breakfast— by the time the final rhythmic chorus faded to silence on the radio waves, Mickey glanced over at Ian, singing at the top of his lungs, face slightly flushed and grinning ear to ear.

“Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there.”

Ian and Mickey were walking down the moonlit sidewalk, veering back home after an evening at Lip’s— the night had honestly been weirdly enjoyable, which was definitely a welcome reprieve from all of Lip and Debbie’s intense back-and-forths about the house over the past few weeks. Tami and Lip had needed to go over to Brad and Cami’s for some bullshit crisis management about the stolen bikes, and Ian had readily agreed to watch Freddie— which meant that whether he liked it or not, Mickey had spent his Friday evening at Lip’s half-packed apartment watching Ian coo over a one-year-old, which was… not a totally unwelcome sight.

Trying to keep his shit together, Mickey had snapped a picture to send to the Gallagher family group chat, and everyone had immediately given them shit about being so eager to babysit and get their hands on a toddler like a couple of baby-crazed newlyweds—which had caused Mickey to start overzealously complaining in the groupchat to compensate while Ian occupied Freddie. Kev had noticed the texts and swung by Lip and Tami’s house after closing the Alibi to keep the two of them company, bringing by a pack of beers—and now he and Ian were warm and happily buzzed, relieved of their babysitting duties and walking the chilly city streets back towards the Gallagher house.

Halfway through the walk Ian had interlaced their fingers, and now their arms were swinging slightly as they turned the final corner to walk down the last stretch of pavement towards the chain-link fence—when suddenly, Ian stopped cold a few houses away from the Gallagher front porch. He looked down at Mickey, raising their entangled hands and pressing a kiss to the inside of Mickey’s wrist.

Mickey raised an eyebrow in confusion, and Ian just looked back at him—his cheeks glowing pink from the few beers, his eyes light and unguarded under the streetlamps.

“This spot reminded me of something.”

Mickey rolled his eyes. Of fucking course it did. Ian was a sappy motherfucker on the best of days, but with a couple of beers in him he was practically uncontrollable.

“What?”

All of a sudden Ian let go of his hand, punching into the air dramatically.

“Cause love is a battlefiiiield”

Mickey laughed, feeling warm hot blood rush to his cheeks in delight—and fuck, he loved his husband so goddamn much. And just this once, mostly because of the own alcohol running thick in his bloodstream, Mickey made the lurching decision to join in, stepping closer towards Ian and raising his hands equally as dramatically.

“No promises, no demands”

“Woooooah”

Ian had practically doubled over with laughter, tears welling in the corner of his eyes—and Mickey let himself get lost in it, the warm feeling buzzing through his body, of love and joy and fuck knows what else, getting to sing on a fucking street corner with his husband a decade after everything had gone so gut-wrenchingly wrong, leaving him bleeding on this same pavement.

They stumbled over their own feet up the stairs, fumbling out of their clothes and collapsing into bed—and later, just as Mickey was on the brink of fading into unconsciousness, Ian mumbled the same refrain into the crook of Mickey’s neck in a sleepy voice, like the song was still stuck in his head and he just couldn’t help it.

“Love is a battlefield.”

It was late— it was one of those slow, tender nights when the past was hanging heavy over them, laying pressed together in bed as thin streams of moonlight poured in through the blinds, pressing whispers into each other’s skin about all of the hurt and the doubt that had been seeped up and healed with time.

Ian was sprawled back on the bed and Mickey was laying with his head resting on his chest, feeling his ribcage expand and contract each time he took a breath. They’d absorbed so much the past few weeks— the sick, twisted blows of a loss that felt all the more jagged and painful because of how muddled the grief for Terry was—but after a few days had passed they’d found a place to settle, in the comforting press of the silence in their bedroom.

Mickey was mindlessly playing with Ian’s fingers, listening to his steady breathing—and without thinking, he ran a finger over the cool silver of Ian’s wedding band, letting out a breathy chuckle.

“I still can’t believe we’re married sometimes, man.”

Mickey could feel Ian’s lips curve upward into a smile from where his mouth was pressed against the top of Mickey’s head.

“Yeah, me either.”

And Mickey felt something bubbling, something welling— and he didn’t ever fucking sing, not unless Ian made him, but Ian was always fucking dropping song lines into sappy moments like this.

So he took a breath, and, half-singing but mostly talking, in a way that sounded almost mocking if it wasn’t so soft around the edges, he let out into the dark silence of the room:

“At last….”

He wasn’t even singing, not really—he was just sort of… saying the words in a singsongy way, but he knew that Ian could tell what he was doing, what he was trying to do. He was trying to be as fucking sweet and soft and pliant as Ian was, as Ian always was in moments like this, in a way that sometimes made Mickey feel brittle and hard in comparison. This time, Mickey wanted to breathe out the love he had for him into this moment, the love that made his ribcage feel like it was going to fucking burst— a love that he felt erupting outwards when Ian had played this song for him for the first time a few weeks before the wedding, and had asked with a shy smile, “D’you think it’d be okay if you walked down the aisle to this song?”

Ian’s chest shook with laughter, and he carded a hand through Mickey’s hair. And then, in his gentle, sleep-soft voice, in a breathy tone that tickled the shell of Mickey’s ear:

“My looove has come along”

Mickey rolled his eyes fondly, just to prove something to himself, even though he knew Ian couldn’t see him—and then he reached a hand upward and leaned back, drawing Ian’s chin forward to press his lips to his for a brief, lingering moment.

Mickey settled back against Ian’s chest again, and felt Ian press a kiss to the top of his head. He smiled contentedly, closing his heavy eyelids.

Maybe being a couple of sappy motherfuckers wasn’t so bad.

#i wrote this so fast bc it is midterms szn and i am a busy bee! but simply needed to get this out of my brain #i love y’all and hope u enjoy the softness!!#also @ the anon asked me for more drunk happy husbands here u go<3 #gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fic #ian x mickey #ixm #ian and mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich fanfiction

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terrainofheartfelt · 3 years

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"It's been more like a 'Choose Your Own Adventure'!" A Rufly Playlist

Finally, a use for my Dad(™) music taste! I threw in a few live recordings/rough sessions because that’s rock and roll, babey. YouTube link here

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American Girl - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

If you think this isn’t a rufly song, then idk what to tell you.

And for one desperate moment there / He crept back in her memory / God, it's so painful when something that is so close / Is still so far out of reach

Light My Fire - The Doors

Making this playlist was fun because I got to imagine a lot of precanon Rufus/Lily, and how they came to be. And like, I can see Rufus covering a LOT of these, yk?

The time to hesitate is through / No time to wallow in the mire

Funny Feelin’ - Langhorne Slim

I can also see Rufus actually writing some of these. Like this one!

Well, I got my eye on you, baby / And I know I ain't the only one / But if you just say maybe / My lonely days would be done

Superstar - tswift

If you don’t project onto at least one tswift song can you even call it a ship playlist?

And I knew from the first note played / I'd be breaking all my rules to see you / You smile that beautiful smile and all the girls in the front row / Scream your name

Lay, Lady, Lay - Bob Dylan

Tour life vibes

His clothes are dirty but his, his hands are clean / And you’re the best thing that he’s ever seen

Fire - Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band

Your kisses they burn / But your heart stays cool

Fooled Around and Fell in Love - as performed by Morgan James

Because Lily Rhodes really did fuck around and find out.

Free, on my own is the way I used to be / Ah, but since I met you baby, love's got a hold on me

Don’t Let Me Down - The Beatles

Nothing says Lily & Rufus like a Beatles deep cut.

I'm in love for the first time / Don't you know it's gonna last

Shadows of the Night - Pat Benatar

80s rock vibes, babe!

You can cry tough baby, it's all right / You can let me down easy, but not tonight

She - as performed by She & Him

She may be the love that cannot hope to last / May come to me from shadows of the past

Can’t Buy Me Love - The Beatles

Tell me that you want the kind of things / That money just can't buy / I don't care too much for money / Money can't buy me love

Second Hand News - Fleetwood Mac

It’s breakup chapter time, y’all

I know there's nothing to say / Someone has taken my place

Hungry Heart - Bruce Springsteen

I met her in a Kingstown bar / We fell in love I knew it had to end / We took what we had and we ripped it apart / Now here I am down in Kingstown again

Piece of My Heart - as performed by Big Brother and the Holding Company

Have another little piece of my heart now, baby / Well, you know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good

Love Really Hurts Without You - Billy Ocean

In my head, this is the “Lily and her cavalcade of failed relationships post-Rufus” montage song

You walk like a dream and you make like you're queen of the action

Halls - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

This is the “Rufus touring post-Lily” montage song

Thought a broken heart could write a perfect song / And it did and I was right so now you're gone

Mulholland Drive - The Gaslight Anthem

Okay so we all know about the Dair & Rufly parallels, and this song nearly ended up on that playlist, but the vibe didn’t quite fit. And I think, in my heart of hearts, that this song (though probs more punk than Lincoln Hawk sounds) reads like Rufus could have written it. And there are lines that are so evocative of both Dair & Rufly like I still remember holding you, just out of sight of her - like! That’s Valentine’s day 2012 amirite??? And: But it scared you, love, to need someone, so you killed it all instead. And the imagery of Mulholland Drive with Lily being from LA...Anyways this song is one of my all time favorites.

Would you miss me if I was gone and all the simple things were lost? / Would you ever wait on me to say / Oh that I’d just die if you ever took your love away

Malibu 1922 - COIN

You're some old man's new trophy / Locked up in some house in New Jersey / Now money's not a problem / But 20 years it seems you've forgotten

How’s the World Treating You - Elvis Presley

Pilot Rufly vibes, but sad!

Every sweet thing that mattered / Has been broken in two / And I'm asking you, darling / How's the world treating you?

Even Cowgirls Get the Blues - The Gaslight Anthem

Pilot Rufly vibes, but sexy!

Can I get a witness, pretty baby? / I still love Tom Petty songs and drivin' old men crazy

It Ain’t Me Babe - Bob Dylan

“You made a choice to be Lily Bass, and we both need you to go do that.”

Go lightly from the ledge, babe / Go lightly on the ground / I’m not the one you want, babe / I will only let you down

Harvest Moon - Neil Young

It’s about the lovers to strangers to hostile acquaintances to friends to lovers again.

When we were strangers / I watched you from afar / When we were lovers / I loved you with all my heart

Home From Home - Roo Panes

“Well, it’s Thanksgiving, and I couldn’t think of another place that felt more like home.”

Because I'm starting to realise the question worth asking is, who? / I'm starting to realize the question worth answering is you

You Got Lucky - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

I mean. I mean they do fight a lot.

If you don't feel complete / If I don't take you all the way / Then go

Are We Free? - Mick Flannery and Susan O’Neill

I like how this whole song is a dialogue, but always comes together at the chorus

Are we free to understand / or bound to repeat again / all the wars of before?

The Bones feat. Hozier - Maren Morris

“The king and queen of reconciliation” - Dan Humphrey

No, it won't always go the way we planned it / But the wolves came and went and we're still standing

Songbird - Fleetwood Mac

They didn’t break up, what are you talking about?

And I love you, I love you, I love you / Like never before

Beginning to Feel the Years - Brandi Carlile

And I'm beginning to feel the years / But I'm going to be okay / As long as you're beside me--along the way

Call on Me - Big Brother and the Holding Company

Baby, when you're down and feel so blue / Well, no, you won't drown, honey, I'll be there too

Lily - Benjamin Gibbard

It was too perfect. I had no choice.

Lily is a big brass band who fills the air with song / Lily is a destination and she's where my arms belong

Hard Feelings - Brian Fallon

And the time used to stop in her hands / I could feel it go hesitant / When it rained in Manhattan / We took shelter in the spare room at the Grand

#rufus x lily #lily x rufus #rufly #gossip girl #playlist #source: ggcaps #i swear I've been meaning to post this before the asks I just got today

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Day 16: Prinxiety

@tsshipmonth2020

Heeey, look at that, I’m behind! Day 16: When your soulmate listens to music, you hear it in your own head as well.

Content warnings: assumed death of a soulmate (he’s not dead), depression, general sad vibes.

Word count: 2.6k

Note: the songs referenced in this fic are IDK You Yet by Alexander 23 and Love is Gone by SLANDER. Both of these songs make me cry and were the inspiration for this.

It was at midnight on December 19th when Roman’s soulmark first appeared. He didn’t realize this until 1am.

Granted, he didn’t know it was his soulmark for the first hour.

At first, the almost imperceptible steady beat in his head just seemed like a song that had gotten stuck in there. He didn’t remember ever hearing the song, but it wasn’t unlikely that he’d heard the tune at the store or on the radio and it unconsciously ingrained itself into his memory. He was working on an assignment that was due in the morning, a script analysis for one of his Theatre courses, and had begun to bop his head along to the music when his roommate walked in, eyes bleary and arms laden with books.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” He asked through a yawn, dropping the books on his desk and flopping into the bottom bunk.

“I could ask you the same question, Pat,” Roman hummed, completing his conclusion paragraph with a dramatic flair of his hands. “Just finished my paper. Going now.”

“Lost track of time at the library,” Patton murmured in response, draping his arms over his eyes.

Closing his computer, Roman popped his back and climbed up the small ladder into the top bunk, using his cellphone as a flashlight. He assumed Patton was already fast asleep (the man could fall asleep at the drop of a hat) and tried to follow suit, only to sit up in annoyance after several minutes.

Whatever song was stuck in his head was keeping him up.

He remembered a tip he’d seen on the internet once, that said if you sing the last part of the song, it’s easier to get out of your head. Something about ‘your brain needing to complete it to be satisfied’ or whatever. As hard as he focused, though, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what song it was, much less the ending.

The more he concentrated on it, the louder it seemed to get, until it was no longer a hum of bass in the back of his skull, and he could make out the lyrics, the guitar solos, everything. He definitely hadn’t heard this song before. It wasn’t the kind you’d hear playing in public; it was loud, swears thrown in every chorus, just generally the kind of thing you’d hear in a Hot Topic but nowhere else.

And then it stopped.

For a split second he was pleased, thanking his brain for finally shutting off, and conceded to lie back down. He might be able to get six hours of sleep at this rate. Pretty good, for a college student.

Except as soon as he closed his eyes, another song started. It was another one he didn’t know, one he would have no way of knowing each word to. The realization hit him hard and his eyes shot open, nearly falling off the ladder in his haste to climb down.

“Roman? Everything okay?” Patton drawled, clearly having been woken up by Roman’s enthusiasm.

“My soulbond!”

“What?!” That got his attention and he jerked up, narrowly missing whacking his head on the top bunk.

“The music in my head all night, it’s my soulmate! It must be his birthday!”

He was pulling up music on his laptop before he’d even processed it, hands freezing over the keyboard as his brain grasped for something to play. What could he play that would properly introduce himself to his soulmate? A show tune? Something from the 80s? But his mind had gone completely blank, and he couldn’t think of a single one.

“What do I play, Pat?” He gasped, tapping the mousepad in time with the upbeat tempo in his head.

Patton was suddenly leaning over his shoulder, clacking a name into the search bar before pressing enter. Roman narrowed his eyes

“Why that one?”

Patton shrugged, “It’s kind of cheesy romantic, like you. And the first line is fitting.”

“A valid point,” Roman announced, closing his eyes to listen for a pause as the music switched. The second the song ended, he slammed the space bar, begging it to play before the next one started.

How can you miss someone you’ve never met?

Because I need you now but I don’t know you yet,

But can you find me soon, because I’m in my head,

Yeah, I need you now but I don't know you yet.

A little more depressing than he initially would have chosen, but he could see Patton’s point. The music on the other end had been paused and he smiled in accomplishment, knowing that he must have heard. He let the song play to the end of the first chorus before pausing it, waiting with his roommate with baited breath.

The silence was almost unbearably long, Patton watching him intently for some kind of indication that the music was back.

Hello,

It’s me.

Adele’s soothing melody filled his mind and he absolutely wheezed with laughter. Patton grinned and let him explain through gasps for air, and he let out a giggle in response.

“Okay,” Roman snorted, “What next?”

Patton passed out probably an hour later after helping Roman pick out songs that would adequately encompass him as a person, but the theatre student didn’t sleep last night. Eventually him and his soulmate found a nice rhythm, each playing a song in turn. It didn’t take long for him to assume that his soulmate was emo (a fact that had him blushing furiously), simply due to the overwhelming amount of My Chemical Romance and Green Day played in his head, and he figured it was probably pretty obvious that he was a theatre kid. The second song he played was from Heathers, afterall.

When his eyes finally started drooping too much to ignore, he knew he had to end this soon. The soulmate’s song ended and he quickly pulled up the first thing he’d thought of, a children’s lullaby, trying to indicate that he had to sleep.

There was quiet on the other end when the song ended, before the beginning trills of Baby Shark started playing and he groaned, quickly muffling the sound with his hand so as to not wake his roommate. He didn’t let it play past one verse, thank Olympus, and then his mind was quiet for the first time in many hours. It seemed like a mutual agreement that ‘now is sleep time’, and Roman went to sleep with a smile on his face.

Their new norm was quickly established in the following weeks. It became obvious almost right away that playing their music at the same time was cacophonous and only caused headaches, so they eventually settled on switching days. Every second morning, Roman would wake up to his alarm and quickly start his morning playlist, a set of rousing, uplifting, exciting songs to get his blood flowing for the day. It was his day to choose the music, so he’d set his walking playlist for class and his study one for the evenings, sometimes playing an adventure podcast or something to spice things up. The other days, he’d be woken by the soft notes of melancholy tunes, starting the day slowly. As the morning progressed, usually by the time he was eating breakfast, the tone would change to something a little more fast paced, as if his soulmate needed to warm up before getting to the main act. As much as the music wasn’t his style, he found himself keeping pace to the beat with his steps, bopping his head along to the melody, humming a harmony to the more commonly played ones. Just knowing that this was his soulmate made it better.

And then, one day… the music stopped.

He’d woken up around noon, not a big deal since he didn’t have classes until after lunch anyways, but he knew for a fact that his soulmate was always up by 10, latest. Whether the other had classes or a job that kept his schedule, he didn’t know. It was an oddity for sure that there was no alarm.

He put it off to the other probably having a sick day, or a free schedule, and he was sleeping in for once. The worry only started creeping in near the evening, when usually at this time, the music would start slowing down again as the sun set. There hadn’t been a peep all day, which was very unlike either of them. Even though the silence bothered him, he wouldn’t dare intrude on the other’s day, so he studied and ate dinner in silence, tapping his pencil against the table. Of course, he put it off to a one day fluke.

Except, two days after, when it should have been his soulmate’s turn again, there was no music. And the time after that. And the one after that. It was almost two weeks of radio silence on the other end before he called Patton through broken sobs, pleading for him to stop studying and come back to the dorm. Obviously, he made the ten minute walk in five.

And then Roman admitted the way his anxieties had been spiralling.

“What if- What if our soulbond broke? Did the universe realize we were a mistake? Or… or what if he died?! What if he’s hurt or dying or alone and I’m just-”

Patton shushed him gently, rubbing his back as Roman hiccuped into his shoulder. “When did this start?”

“Two- two weeks ago.”

“Then isn’t it possible that he just isn’t listening to music for a little while? Maybe he’s… somewhere without wifi. Or his phone broke.”

Even though he very much didn’t believe a word Patton was saying, he nodded along messily, clutching Patton’s shirt tighter. He eventually agreed to give him more time, hold on just a little longer, before completely giving up.

It took about a month before he did, and it didn’t get better from there.

Their consistency had been their norm for almost nine months, over summer break and now into the new school year, and now it was torn away without warning. Roman refused to listen to music on days that weren’t his, even though Patton tried to tell him it was okay, but he wouldn’t. It didn’t feel right. He mourned his soulmate the same way he would mourn a close friend’s death, for he truly believed he was gone for good. The person he’d barely gotten to understand, much less meet, and he was just… gone. He was going to live the rest of his life without a soulmate.

Most nights he just did the bare basics of the homework he had to do, without any of the old flair he’d put into all his work, and curled onto his bed to watch a show or, on his days, listen to music. His old playlists had shifted to the bottom of his rotation, now only bringing sadder memories that Patton had insisted he not indulge in at this point, so it was usually just automated lists he found. Nothing was special about them anymore.

Today was his day, an uneventful Saturday where the most exciting occurrence was Patton convincing him to come to the cafeteria and eat with other people. It had been tiring and only made him feel more alone, so his daily scheduled moping times had come up a little earlier. Patton had given him a hug and a gentle kiss on the head, telling him he had to go meet some people for a group project, and to call if he needed anything, before grabbing his bag and leaving. Roman didn’t miss the sad look tossed his way before the door shut.

Despite Patton’s advice, he was feeling particularly shitty today, and his fingers, seemingly with a mind of their own, pulled up one of his older playlists. One of the ones that was reminiscent of days when he actually had a soulmate. He clicked shuffle and tossed the phone onto the pillow next to his head, curling that much deeper into his blankets, as if he could somehow refill the void that had been cut out of him.

How can you miss someone you’ve never met?

Because I need you now but I don’t know you yet,

But can you find me soon, because I’m in my head,

Yeah, I need you now but I don't know you yet.

The first song he’d ever played had become a sort of inside joke between them. Despite the song’s sad melody and somber lyrics, it was a reminder of the first time they’d interacted; an awkward, laughter filled night. At least, it had been on Roman’s night, and he could only hope it had been the same on the other end.

He didn’t even realize he was crying until the pillow beneath him was tear stained and gross to lay on. Why had the universe chosen him as the target for its cruel irony? Not that he wished this on anyone else… but why couldn’t soulmates be foolproof? Why was there that margin for error, the always-there possibility that everything you’ve ever dreamed of will be ripped out of your hands just as soon as you think you have it? So close, but so far. At least before they’d connected, he’d lived in blissful hope and ignorance.

The song ended and he pressed pause lethargically, not able to find the emotional strength to listen to more. Maybe Patton had been right. A glance out the window showed that it was well past nightfall, the full moon gleaming into his window, and he decided to just sleep the emptiness away. It hadn’t worked so far, but maybe tonight was the night. He turned off his phone screen and plugged it in to charge, rolling away to face the wall, and waited for the soothing peace of sleep to take over him.

At first, he thought it was just a hallucination, wishful thinking. More than once in the three months since his soulmate disappeared, he’d thought he’d heard music, only for the feeling to disappear as soon as he focused on it. A soulbond only became louder when concentrated on, so he eventually realized he was doing it to himself subconsciously, his mind struggling to fill the emptiness that had once been filled by the other’s music.

When it disappeared, he figured it was music from someone else’s dorm filtering through the thin walls. But no, this was too clear, too distinct, too ingrained, to be coming from an external source.

He calmed his racing heart before he could jump to conclusions. This music isn’t like what his used to be. It must be your brain, because he’s gone. He’s GONE, Roman.

Much as he tried to push it down, he couldn’t. It was becoming evident that no, something was happening, and it had to do with his soulmate. As he had done for the time he’d known (could it be considered ‘knowing’) the other, he concentrated on the lyrics, because those were the only feeble ways they’d interacted in those times.

I’m sorry,

Don’t leave me,

I want you here with me,

I know that your love is gone.

I can’t breathe,

I’m so weak,

I know this isn’t easy,

Don’t tell me that your love is gone,

That your love is gone.

Patton walked in after his group meeting to see Roman sobbing in his bed and, immediately assuming the worst, he jumped onto the bed and pulled him into his arms. Through gasps for breath, Roman was able to choke out that, “He’s back. He’s playing music. He’s back. He’s back.”

Part 2 HERE

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