Woof! The ending is pure and unadulterated teenagehood, i love it

Paradice

Ch6: Arise

I kept forgetting to post this X] i’ve had it done for awhile now. rip. nyway, beast n warrior get to go head to head! literally :) hope y’all enjoy!

Unfortunately, things did get worse. The night was relatively quiet. Everyone got settled in their rooms, heading to the cafeteria when they were hungry. The contestants spoke, but their voices were muffled behind doors, or silenced by a withering stare or growl. A few of them poked around in the cupboards and fridge for snacks, but that was about all the use the common room got. At least, as far as Beast was concerned. The only times she planned to leave her room was for fighting or food. But this morning? That was about to change.

“WAKE UP!!!” The shout might as well have been a gunshot with how quickly Beast jolted from her slumber. A yowl tore out of her throat as she thrashed blindly, clawing at the soft darkness around her. Where was she, why was someone screaming, what happened what was going on what- “UP N AT EM! G’MORNIN FELLOW CONTESTANTS!” The second shout drew a savage snarl, her head finally bursting out of her warm prison, teeth bared and ready to sink into whatever threat was near her- … only for her to realize she wasn’t in her forest. Oh. Right. Maroon walls, two desks with show-lighted mirrors, a pair of wardrobes with dresser drawers. Neatly made bed across the room. Messy blanket nest surrounding her. She was at the dungeons, right. Though… huh. The only signs of her roommate were trinkets scattered across one of the desks, what was probably a makeup bag set neatly beside them. No Witch, though. Her roommate must’ve been an early riser. Fine by her. She didn’t want to see her anyway. “IM READY, WHO ELSE IS READY?” This time, she just flinched in annoyance. Who the hell was carrying on like this?! She just wanted to sleep. This bed was so comfortable… she’d never slept on something so soft before. The closest thing she could think of was that mossy knoll she’d found once, on that first cold night alone. But this… oh, she could stay wrapped up in the warmth forever. She yawned loudly. The stage staff would get her when it was time to go on, right? Right. Huffing, she dragged her blankets back over her head. Then shoved her head under her pillow. If they kept going, she’d just ignore it. “LETS ROCK N ROOOOOOLL!!!” … just ignore it.

But the next morning, the yelling was back. And the next morning. And the next. As the shouts bounced around in Beast’s skull for the fourth day in a row, she could feel her hackles raising. This had to stop. Sure, everyone else was awake and moving before the yelling started. Sure, she’d been getting up at noon. Sure, the yelling stopped after ten minutes. But she couldn’t stand it. She liked resting after her fights! She liked hitting the floors hard and then going right back to bed! As far as she knew, that’s just what everyone else was doing. They’d want their sleep, right? How had nobody else told this guy to shut the fuck up?! This. Had. To. Stop. With a fury filled snarl, Beast flung the blankets back. Her wild mane of bedhead clung to her horns and snout, claws swatting it away in outrage. She rolled out of bed and gave herself a quick once over. She might be mad, but she wanted to make sure she was decent before storming out there. She had on the dark short sleeved, short pant onesie that went on under her armor. Good enough for her. She stomped on over to the door, yanking it open and letting it slam against the wall. The chatter of the common room instantly died. Looking about the room, she could see several of the contestants gathered around the table. Everyone was dressed in their combat clothes, ready for the arena. All of them looked up at her in various stages of shock. Beast just glowered at them. “Would whoever’s screaming shut the fuck up?!” She barked. “I’m trying to sleep, damnit!” The room remained awkwardly silent as the contestants exchanged glances. Inventor and Robot were giving each other a knowing, nervous look. Witch had her damn phone out- probably recording- and had stood up quickly out of her chair. Thief leaned up against the wall, one brow raised in quiet interest. Which left- once again- Warrior. Given the incredibly sheepish look on his face… Beast had a feeling he was the screamer. “Uh… sorry?” He said awkwardly, flashing a confused smile. “I thought everyone was up…” She narrowed her eyes at him. Tail lashing, she took a step forward. “Well, I wasn’t. And I don’t appreciate being woken up early.” “… it’s… not early though?” Inventor ventured hesitantly. Beast growled at her, and her mouth snapped shut. “Inventor is correct- it is approximately 10:30am,” Robot chimed in. Beast shot them a glare, but they stared back evenly, hands folded on the table before them. “So what? Maybe I like sleeping late!” Beast snapped. “But that means you miss everything but the fights,” Witch spoke up, brows knitting in concern. No, in pity. It made Beast’s fur stand on end. “Are you o-“ “Maybe I like it that way. I’m fine,” Beast hissed. Crossing her arms, she stood up tall, daring anyone else to make a smart comment. Her only answer was a scoff from Thief- he got a snarl in return. Not that he seemed to care, rolling his eyes at her. “I just want everyone to leave me alone.” A beat of tense silence passed. Nobody was meeting her eyes. Except- “Listen, I get wanting to be alone- but you can’t just hide in your room forever,” Warrior said worriedly. Everyone’s gaze snapped to him, surprise mixed with concern and spiked with Beast’s malice. “You’ve missed a lot of announcements, dude.” “Yes I can,” Beast hissed back, “I don’t care- the stage crew keeps me up to speed. I’m staying in my room. Just shut the fuck up with the morning siren call.” “No,” Warrior said firmly. He stood up from his chair, fixing her with a determined look. “If you don’t start coming out before noon, I’ll- I’ll start singing in the morning!” “Oh no you won’t,” Beast glowered. “I will!” He said brashly, crossing his arms defiantly. “And I’m about to start right now!” “No you-“ With a deep inhale, Warrior started belting out the loudest, most tone deaf rendition of a good morning song Beast had ever heard. “GOOD MOOOORNING, RISE AND SHIIINE, TIME TO GREET THE DAAAAAAAY-“ he crowed. Everyone else flinched away, Robot covering their ears and Inventor giving a surprised squeak. Thief muttered a small ‘oh my gods,’ Witch beaming as she held her phone up higher. Under her fur, Beast felt her face heating to cerulean. In outrage? In embarrassment? She wanted exactly none of that. “SHUT UP!” She roared, launching herself across the room. She cannonballed directly into Warrior, bowling him over with a loud crash. To her utter fury, he let out a cry of glee. “OH YEAH, LET'S SPAR!” He cheered. Spar?! This wasn’t a friendly match- she was going for the damn throat. She snarled, drawing back an arm to slash him- but he swung one of his own, shoving her off and to the floor. She hissed and scrambled into a crouch, teeth bared and claws already dripping venom. Warrior had found his footing as well, hands up in fists, ecstasy dancing in his eyes. She lunged at him again, jaws open and smoke spilling from her maw. Despite her speed, he managed to catch her, hands an iron grip around her waist. ‘Gods- what?!’ She barely managed a yowl in surprise before he used her momentum to suplex her to the floor again. Her head crashed into the wood, white and stars blotting out her vision. She gasped and thrashed, shaking her head viciously to clear the pain. ‘Not weak, not weak, GET him-!’ She recovered as fast as she pounced. While Warrior tried to roll to his feet, she lunged at him, digging her claws and teeth into whatever exposed skin she could get at. Neck, face, arms- anything. He gave a cry of surprise, face twisting into a grimace. He managed to get a boot under her and shove her off. She wheezed softly, head throbbing in agony and lungs screaming as she tried to get her breath back. But the damage was done. To an outsider, the scratches weren’t even that deep. To an outsider, her bites were nothing compared to what she did that first day. To an outsider, they just looked like a lame warning. But as Warrior swung at her again, his face paled, purple blotching over his cheeks. He missed in favor of giving a loud retch. Beast grinned through her pain. Hah. Poison. He was on his knees now, gritting his teeth and trying not to puke. Beast darted forward to bite him again, smoky jaws full of guttering flame- only to be met with a rock hard fist. He’d managed to move before her, punch connecting with the side of her head and blasting stars across the remainder of her vision. She hit the floor hard. Her shattered thoughts crashed against each other wildly, barely a sentence managing to form. ‘Gods- fuck-‘ she groaned, trying to get up despite the agony- ‘he’s strong as all hell-!’ She felt a trembling hand latch onto the scruff of her neck. She yowled and flailed as Warrior lifted her up. Though she managed to sink her teeth into his arm repeatedly- each bite more vicious than the last, he didn’t drop her. He just grit his teeth, grimace hitching into an unshakeably determined gaze. ‘Who-who is this guy?!’ Her mind sputtered. Among all her pain, horror, and rage, a glimmer of awe floated to the surface. He was still standing. He still had her. “Time to go back to bed,” Warrior muttered. He drew back his fist one more time. Beast didn’t have time to blink before it collided with her head again. And everything was swallowed by a white tsunami of pain. Distantly, she felt her body drop to the floor. The dull throb was nothing compared to the radiating agony trying to drag her under. She just barely managed to pick up some voices through the fog. “I think I won that one! She fought well, I-“ A retch. “I… I don’t feel so good…” As she slipped into unconsciousness, she heard a hard crash of armor on wood beside her. What bit of her was left managed a smirk. Hah. Poison.

When Beast finally washed back up on the shore of consciousness, she let out a loud groan. She could feel quite a few bandages wrapped around her horns and stuck to her snout. The soothing balm of healing magic washed over her, but her head was still throbbing. That Warrior had gotten her good. She blinked her eyes open hesitantly, squinting in the light. Ah, yeah. She was at the healer’s. She was laid out in one of the beds, a basket of apples on the nightstand beside her. She instantly grabbed for one. Her clumsy hands nearly knocked the basket over, but she didn’t care- she wanted this headache gone. The first bite through crisp skin brought a sigh of relief. There was that soft brush of relief, getting the tangles of pain from her mane. A soft purr slipped from her as she relished in the apple’s taste, eyes closed, tail twitching in delight. Unfortunately, the moment didn’t last. A soft jingle from her left made her tense, claws digging into her apple. Aw, fuck. What were they doing here? “Well, that didn’t take long,” Jester drawled, a cynical smile below their cloudy gaze. Beast shot them a withering glare. They just stared back evenly, ever smiling, though their arms were crossed and one foot tapping. “You threw a bit of a wrench in today’s recording order,” they chuckled. “Try to keep your fights after filming, m’kay? We have a schedule to keep here!” “Yeah yeah, whatever,” Beast snorted. She rolled her eyes, missing the way Jester’s smile stretched thinner. “My my, aren’t you a stick in the mud!” They giggled, setting a hand on their cheek. “Well! You’ll figure out our routine soon enough. Hopefully you’re healed before you have ta go on~!” Beast felt a trickle of worry in the back of her mind. Wait, what? Would they really toss her in with less than full health? She opened her mouth to ask, but Jester had already spun away. Their laughter mixed with jangling bells as they marched merrily away. “Enjoy your rest! You’ll need iiiiit~!” Beast silently watched them go. Hm. That… didn’t bode well. Maybe she ought to get moving. She slid out of her bed without a second thought. Standing made her wince, but her head wasn’t nearly as bad as before. She made sure to snag a few more apples before heading out the door. “Heyyy, you’re up!” The sudden voice made Beast jump, scrambling to catch her apples. She whipped her head around to see who it was, and- oh. Warrior. He was standing a bit down the hallway, green bandages wrapped around his arms and neck. He was busy sipping from a juice box with a pink apple on the front. Huh. So they came in liquid too. He smiled brightly, revealing he’d stuck the straw through his tooth gap. It was so- Absurd? Goofy? Charming? ‘Absurd, go with absurd,’ her mind hissed quickly- that she nearly barked out a laugh. After she literally tried to maul him, he was still trying to talk with her? Some piece of her murmured in impressed approval. Strong fighter. Resilient. Persistent, too. A spark of respect flared in her chest, and for once, she didn’t squash it. “… uh… yeah. You are too. That’s, uh, that’s good,” Beast said awkwardly. Warrior chuckled, giving an enthusiastic nod. “Yep! Can't keep me down for long!” He boasted. Beast snorted, spark flickering into timid warmth. ‘That you can’t.’ “Your head doing ok?” Warrior asked gently, brows furrowing in concern. “You took a lot of hard hits.” That made her blink in surprise- he was asking after her well-being?- and she threw her gaze across the room. “I’m fine,” she said automatically, “don’t worry about it.” She shoved an apple in her mouth so she wouldn’t have to say more. But… part of her wanted to. Why did she want to? She took a loud chomp from her apple, burying her confusion in the bliss of pain relief. For a minute, her noisy crunching was the only sound. Eventually, Warrior spoke “So- hey, that fight was amazing,” Warrior admitted. “The location not so much, but Y’know- us fighters don’t choose the dance floor, we just dance!” That managed to draw a snicker from Beast, ghost of a smile twitching at her lips. “Hah, yeah. Surprised I didn’t smash any furniture,” she joked back hesitantly. When he laughed heartily, she couldn’t still the pleased wag of her tail. “HA! You’re right! We oughta find a real sparring arena next time we tussle,” Warrior beamed. Beast blinked owlishly, and he seemed to realize what he said. “Ah, uh-“ he flashed a bashful smile, rubbing the back of his head. “I mean, if you wanna fight again. I had a lotta fun, and I’m sure everyone would love to see you outta your room more!” Beast was silent. Considering. She… wasn’t gonna get rid of this guy, it seemed. He was a good fighter… extra practice wouldn’t hurt. And maybe it would be better not to miss breakfast before she had to fight. She didn’t have to get buddy buddy with everyone. Just… exist in the same space. Like a hawk and a herd of deer. Finally, she gave a short nod. “Alright. Give me a heads up when you wanna spar,” she said gruffly, trying not to let her tail wag as Warrior beamed like the sun. “And don’t wake me up by yelling again. Wait till I’m up and moving to do your dumb morning screaming, ok?” He snickered, and she elbowed him roughly. “I’m serious! I’ll kick your ass again!” “Save it for the sparring arena!” Warrior laughed. With a wave and a warm smile, he headed off down the hall. “Catch you later, Beast!” “Not if I do first!” Beast yelled back. He turned down the hall a moment later, stage crew sweeping him away. And he was gone. Beast’s tail ticked from side to side in the quiet. … had she just made a friend? ‘Pssh, no. He’s a sparring partner. That’s it,’ she told herself. Shaking her head, she shoved aside thoughts of the bubbly blue fellow. She had a dungeon round to prepare for. She stalked off down the hall without a moment more, weaving through stage staff back towards her den. ‘C’mon. Focus.’ She had a game to win.

Music I Love: 1973 

Continuing the Music I Love: the 70's series, here are some songs from 1973. 

Being somewhat of a music late-bloomer, these were my first years of pop music consciousness. And I was already 11. Unlike many of you that grew up in later generations, my parents were not lovers of the pop music of the day. They liked watching the Lawrence Welk show, which was an old variety show that featured out of date entertainment that was probably popular in the 30's and 40's. They didn't care for any kind of rock and roll as far as I could tell, and as far as they were in charge of what we watched and listened to as kids, it was NOT going to be anything cool. So it wasn't until 5th or 6th grade and having my own transistor radio that I started actually seeking out my own music. Even so, not all of the music in these lists are things I remember from right when they came out. It probably wasn't too long after, but I certainly wasn't on the cutting edge of what was happening in the music scene. I mean I was 11..... 

But even among 11 year olds, I wasn't in the cool kids group.  

Anyway... here are the songs from 1973 that I have listed. 

Shambala- Three Dog Night   A bunch of the songs I have in these lists are songs that nearly everyone knows, even kids from later generations. This one... maybe not as much. But it's still a song I love. 

Dance With Me- Orleans Orleans has two hits on my list, this is my second favorite, but it's still worthy of inclusion. 

China Grove- Doobie Brothers    This song has a killer bass line and great groove. 

Takin' Care of Business- BTO  I swear I think everyone knows this song, and for good reason too... it's just a super catchy and fun song. 

Gimme Three Steps- Lynyrd Skynyrd   Southern rock at its finest. This is a catchy song, with story lyrics that are easy to sing along too and it's really funny too.  

Midnight Train to Georgia-  Gladys Knight and the Pips    OK, THIS is one I remember trolling the radio for- I love this song. And the Pips counterpoint lyrics are a hoot too. 

Dream On- Aerosmith  Aerosmith had a lot of great songs, but this one might be my favorite. I mean, Walk This Way and Sweet Emotion are up there too, but Dream On... 

Drift Away- Dobie Gray  Weeeelllll, gimme the beat boys to free my soul, oh I wanna get lost in your rock and rooooooll and drift away....  

Bennie and the Jets- Elton John

Desperado- The Eagles I can't believe I forgot this song on the original post, because this is one that I truly LOVE. I've learned this (and forgotten it) on the piano, and I think I love nearly everything about this song.

they dancin

So, my kids can be frustrating as hell, but that’s ok, they are kinda meant to be. But more often than not they are also amazing. Take the other day for example. We are in the car on the way to pick up my partner after a shift, she could get an Uber but it’s cheaper to go pick her up. Anyway! We are in the car and my 3 year old asks for some rock and roll. So I oblige. I switch to a playlist and start skipping through looking for something heavy. Ah, this’ll do, My Ruin covering Black Flag’s My War, probably wildly inappropriate for a 3 year old and the 7 year old also in the car but as far as I can remember there’s no swearing so it’s fair game. The 3 year old immediately starts head banging like a seasoned professional and is shouting “ROCK AND ROLL” and tells me to turn it up. Her window is also down and I look around just in time to see this guy in a car next to us, his window also down, looking around, probably wondering where the loud music is coming from, do the most textbook double take I have ever seen. The lights changed to green and we pulled away, the 3 year old still head banging shouting and screaming “ROCK AND ROOOOOOLL!” The driver next to us’ face will bring a smile to my face for a while to come…

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Rock 'n' Rooooooll

LETS ROCK AND ROOOOOOLL

i’ve finally made it... one of my posts got screenshotted and posted onto a “best of tumblr” instagram :’) we built this city on rock and rooooooll

don’t you remember

we built this city

do do

we built this city

on rock

and

ROOOOOOLL

Red rock and rooooooll.

Before heading to the airport on Tuesday (sob) Bryce and I stopped by Red Rocks Amphitheatre! It’s ~40 minutes from him which is going to be sublime for spring/summer/fall concerts. So cool to be able to casually hang out in such a premiere music venue! I’ve seen so many crazy pictures of people exercising here as well; they do yoga here (looks SO LOVELY) and people are regularly running the stairs. 

It’s wild how you can be driving parallel to the Rocky Mountains and see glorious views to the right and then dessert plains to the left. Denver is about ~15 miles from Red Rocks and you can see it clearly from the venue! Such an amazing place. Can’t wait to groove to some tunes here.

Guy: Hi.

Nirs: Hi.

Adann: What happened with my mp3-player? Ah, I see! It works now! (*sings*) ROCK-’N’-ROOOOOOLL!!!!

Nirs: :D How you do it?! You always make me smile :)

Adann: It’s because I’m cute ^______^

Nothing like waking up and starting to hate yourself, man

Thanks for answering! I confess I'm asking b/c I want to make a joke about Rose bringing a band to Soul Society, and I was wondering which band he'd pick. I don't know anything about music, so I thought I'd ask you! I-I don't suppose you have any headcanons about bands that are still around? Headcanons that I will then steal? *nervous hopeful grin* I will credit you!

You’re super welcome! I’m flattered actually!

haha, I see! HMMMMMM….

let me think long and hard for a second, because mainstream rock bands kind of…don’t exist anymore…..not good ones anyway (like, ones that can shred on a guitar like those greats of the 70’s)

oh!

The Red Hot Chili Peppers are still making music! They started recording their new album last month!

yeah that counts, right?

AU REVOIR

AU REVOIR!

YOU PROBABLY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

AU REVOIR

AU REVOIR!

YOU PROBABLY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

she says that "it's french, I know what it means, you don't have to beee soooo mean if you wanna LEAVE, why don't you go?" right before she walks away I'm pretty sure I hear her say

ADIOS

ADIOS!

I BET YOU THINK I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

ADIOS

ADIOS!

I BET YOU THINK I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS