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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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The Dawn Patrol | Prologue | Bradley Bradshaw

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Arriving a day late, with a broken taillight, in the middle of the night, Bradley shows up to his new posting in the Florida Keys and finds himself mixed up with something sinister.

Warnings: themes of kidnapping, murder and death as well as predatory male characters, age gap: reader is 24, Bradley is 32. All chapters detailing sensitive topics will have more detailed warnings. Kind of unhinged reader, she’s a little feral but we love her. Will be smutty from literally the get go but as always specific warnings will apply — minors dni.

May 2nd 1986

Lottie is last seen on the Sugarloaf Marina at twelve-oh-six. Just after midnight, already a while past her curfew. It’s well lit, visible from the Sugarloaf Channel Bridge which leads down through the keys.

She is wearing a yellow halter top, white shorts, denim jacket. Some reports say that she‘s barefoot on the marina, others say that she was wearing some white sneakers. Took them off, lost them, wasn’t wearing them in the first place; she was right by the beach, the detail doesn’t matter in the beginning. Those kind of crossed wires aren’t the kind that are easily tripped over. She was wearing the shoes, but that won’t ever matter.

That bridge is almost always busy, especially so at this time of year, tourists moving from one key to another or heading down from Miami or central Florida.

By this point in the journey, people tend to start checking their surroundings again. The Overseas Highway has been refurbished into a main coastal highway between the cities of Miami and Key West — its been like that since the fifties. Offering travellers a roadway through a tropical savanna environment and access to the largest area of coral reefs on the U.S. mainland.

If Bradley Bradshaw had looked to his left at exactly midnight on that night in May, as he crossed the mile marker on the Overseas Highway, he would have been the second to last person to have seen Lottie Rivera. Alive, standing at the payphone at the edge of the beach, tears streaming down her face and blood on her knees.

He hadn’t looked. It’s something heavy to consider, all of the things in your peripherals that you’ll never know where there. What would have happened if he had seen her. He isn’t sure that he would have stopped. He isn’t sure that she wouldn’t have gone missing if he did.

The radio is playing Tears for Fears’ hit from last summer, Bradley’s still wide awake; he has been driving for six hours straight and he doesn’t feel ready to stop. His destination is coming up. There’s something so melancholy in the synth pop, he hasn’t really ever listened to the words as much as he does that night.

Going fifty-five, the ocean passes him by on either side. Steady streams of traffic, tourists pouring into town for the summer. Nothing ever lasts forever. He almost scoffs, wanting to spit back at the radio, wondering if some sick DJ is out there sending him this message just to spite him. Instead, he tousles his hand through his curls, resting his head against his hand.

The reminder that he has crossed the threshold and now resides on the wrong side of thirty sits in his knees, more so in the dull ache that has come to rest in them at some point over the last six hours.

He’d trade in his soul before he’d ever consider trading in this truck, but he has to admit that the bronco has its downsides. ‘75 model, fresh blue paint job, wagon style with a removable hard top and a freshly detailed white leather interior. Bradley paid sticker price for it back in ‘81; it remains his pride and joy today.

The leather looks pretty but his ass has been numb since he passed Fort Pierce. On the highway like this, the gears are steady as they are, he can stretch out his left leg a little but the right has a job to do.

Even with all of these aches and pains, his gut would let him keep on driving until the front wheels hit the Gulf of Mexico. Running sway’s funny like that — it all feels so definite when you’re getting in the car. Knowing when to stop’s the harder part. This time around, he has a destination.

Seems a little too close for his liking. He hasn’t ever been here before, never this far south in the US. But Navy? — That’s someone fucking with him. His dog tags rest around his neck now, tangling with the chain that holds his badge.

Six years of service, nothing to show for it but the chain around his neck and a couple of bad dreams now and again. This work suits him better than the Navy ever did. He’s got Admiral Simpson to thank for where he is now. Yet, the thought of looking that man in the eye and shaking his hand makes Bradley’s stomach churn.

Rooster passes by the Sugarloaf Marina at twelve-oh-six. The moon’s sitting high in the sky, it’s full and it’s a dazzling white. Too bright to not notice that tonight’s a full moon. Rooster’s eyes are on it as he passes right by the marina. He never once notices Carlota Rivera in her abundantly clean, white reebok club c’s or her little yellow halter neck that her mom had told her that she would be too cold in.

No, the first time that Bradley will see her, she’ll be missing one of those sneakers and her left ankle will be bloated and twisted abnormally. Her tanned, Italian skin will be a sullen grey and her naturally slim body will be bloated from the days in the water.

But for tonight, she’s alive, at twelve-oh-six, standing beside a payphone with a smile on her face.

His posting isn’t anything to do with Lottie. It’s a simple strangulation in a Navy barracks. Someone taking hazing a little too far. It’s shut and closed but it gets Bradley out of the city, and that’s all that had mattered. It’s none of his business tomorrow morning, when her Mom calls the Monroe County police department, bawling her way through a missing person’s report. It’s none of his business until six days later.

For tonight, his only business is getting to his new apartment and the remaining thirty minutes that'll take. He rubs his calloused hands over his eye, feeling it pulse in complaint under his fingertips. Sitting up straighter, he exhales slowly and blinks until he feels a little more awake.

Grabbing his suitcase and duffel from the back of his truck, and the keys that he had mailed to him two days ago, he sees his apartment for the first time as he’s setting foot inside of it. He knows that his landlord thinks he’s insane, putting a deposit down and four months upfront for a place that he had apparently no interest in seeing. That doesn’t matter. It’s better than he was expecting.

Two bedrooms and open-plan living space, pre-furnished, first floor with a balcony that faces the Garrison Bight Marina. He pulls open the sliding door and steps out onto the beige tile, leaning his palms on the wooden slatted railing that brackets the front of his balcony.

A perfect view of all of the yachts he’ll never be able to afford. Sea air, salty and thick. He heard that there was a small storm here the last night that carried through into this morning. Even if he hadn’t heard that, he would know. He can feel it surrounding him, like it’s holding him in place. Maybe fate.

A police siren whoops once and he looks up to the end of the road. He can just about see the police cruiser marked Key West Police, its lights are on but it isn’t after anybody. Not at first glance anyway. The aging, sunburnt driver leans out of the window and holds the radio to his mouth, “Make the right decision, Finch.”

And then the perpetrator comes into view. Police description would mark her as early-twenties, curly perm in a large denim jacket and a denim skirt with the same kind of faded wash to it, advancing on foot — well, heel, westward towards… Rooster glances to his left, having to squint to read the road sign under the dim-neon of the street light. Not alone, there’s another girl with her. Female. Early-twenties too. Laughing her ass off.

“Come catch us, Marshall!” She calls back towards the cop in the car. He looks exhasperated and already out of breath, but not surprised. This isn’t the first time he has chased the two of you. You’re intoxictated. Rooster can tell from the perpetual squinting grin on your face, the bubbly laughter — and most prevalently, the brown paper bag and glass wine bottle peaking out of it in your hand. He doesn’t have to be a detective to figure that one out.

Briefly, you glance upwards. You follow the feeling of eyes on you and land on him, the handsome brunette on the first floor balcony. Tired looking but pretty, bathed in a pink flush and wearing a barely buttoned cream over shirt. Your grin widens as you give a nod of acknowledgement to your solitary audience member.

“Yeah, if you can run that fast!” You call back to the cop in the car. Hayward Marshall, the shiniest turd of the Key West police department. Not a bad guy, but a narc nonetheless. “Fuckin’ pig!”

At that, the cop at the end of the road growls loudly in annoyance and finally pops open the driver’s side door. Rooster’s lips quirk softly as he watches the two of you turn and run. The cop waits for a beat, then quickly catches on. There’s no point in chasing you.

Rooster hears the door to the police cruiser slam as he steps back into his apartment. Without turning the lights on, he closes the patio door and drops down onto the couch. Exhausted to the point that even closing his eyes hurts, sleep comes for him much more quickly than the usual tossing and turning, ebb and flow of consciousness. Carlota Rivera takes her last breath at 1:49am. Rooster’s laying on his back on an uncomfortable could that might’ve been new in ‘73, just about asleep. The blinding sun streaming through the window wakes him again at dawn.

His first shift with the Monroe County PD is tomorrow morning, an 8am start. Lottie’s whereabouts remain unknown from that morning. She was already dead, but she wasn’t in the water yet.

Rooster has today for himself. First, is a shower. He doesn’t bother to shave, that can wait until tomorrow. Second, he unpacks the essentials. Not that he packed much more than that.

Finally, he walks outside into the morning sun with a pair of gold ray-ban caravans and a faded baseball cap. It’s already warming up, in the high seventies before Rooster’s watch even ticks past seven. He walks over to the railing and looks out over the docks. It hosts a fleet of about eighty yachts, big ones that could easily make the trip across the ocean to Europe. He’s surprised to see as many of them as there are.

Taking off his sunglasses, he’s even more surprised to see the feral minx that was outside of his window last night, howling laughter like a damn coyote, now standing on the deck of a thirty-five thousand dollar boat. You’re showered and dressed, and flushed with a remarkably healthy glow considering how drunk you were a couple of hours ago.

Hair tied back into a loose ponytail, curls decorating the sides of your face, wearing a white tank top and classic blue denim cut offs. Resting his elbows against the railing, he thinks back to your treatment of the police officer from last night and finds himself glad to have left his badge in his bedroom. He’s technically still a cop, even if he tries to distance himself from all of that.

If he wasn’t alone and unobserved, he would pretend that he knows what you’re doing. Fiddling with different canisters and wires. All that crap has never made too much sense to him. He likes fancy cars and cool boats, he just doesn’t really get them. Now, planes? — They were much easier to understand than cars ever were.

Salty, warm morning air and half a packet of mints in, your sinuses are more than clear and your eyes have only just stopped streaming from under your sunglasses. As much as you know you shouldn’t have been out last night, drinking as much as you were, it helps to know that you’re got access to the best freshly squeezed orange juice known to man on this boat.

Usually, you’re pretty aware of your surroundings. A young lady has to be in this day and age — that’s what your grandmother would say, right before you’d teasingly remind her that there’s little that’s ladylike about you. But, you don’t notice the handsome brunette that’s watching you until you turn with a heavy canister in your hand, grunting softly.

It’s clear that he’s been there for a while, he’s settled in against that old railing like a statue, just studying you. It’s almost refreshing that it’s not some sun-spotted, viagra fuelled retiree standing there and slobbering all over the path as he watches you work. But, it’s still a random guy that makes no effort to look away, even as you narrow your eyes at him through your sunglasses.

“You got a staring problem, or something?”

Rooster’s lips quirk upwards as you confirm every suspicion in his mind that you’re the girl from last night. He gives you a slow shake of his head and nothing else. He’s handsome. Tanned with pink cheeks, sunglasses that fit his face well and a shirt that’s pleasantly tight around his biceps. You’re seeing him for the first time now, last night is too much of a drunken haze for you to remember the brief encounter that you had.

If he came up to you in a bar, you’d let him buy you a drink and maybe fuck you in the backseat of his car. Truck, he probably drives a truck. He’s probably Navy. It’s growing increasingly easy to identify the men that turn up around here for a summer or two.

“Y’know, to most people, that means stop staring.” You tell him, setting the empty gas canister down onto the dock for you to carry back later. His lips quirk up further. Almost really smiling at you now.

“‘M looking at the boat.” Rooster shrugs calmly, still smiling softly. You push your sunglasses up onto the top of your head, swiping several tight curls with them. He’s not looking at the damn boat. You’re pretty when you’re glaring at him like that. All riled up like a pissed off kitten.

“You wanna see it up close? — Can wipe the deck with your face if you’re feeling brave.” You bite back at him. This time he grins at you, truly amused and still leaning on that rickety old railing. That’s the thing about working at Garrison Bight — you spend just as much time fending off slimy old men as you do actually working.

This guy doesn’t look that old. Or that slimy. He’s older than you, certainly. You can see that from the nice watch he’s wearing, the sunglasses, the dated baseball cap. Definitely Navy. Poor fella picked the wrong place to approach you, anywhere other than work and you’d happily play along.

He gives you a small shake of his head, settling back into that comfortable, amused smirk. “Not that brave,” He teases, turning his head finally to actually take a look over the yacht. Three floors, not including below deck. Huge. Beyond impressive. “I’ll keep on looking from right here, if that’s alright with you. Got a pretty nice vantage point from over here.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, lifting your palm to shield your eyes from the glaring morning sun. “Have you got a wife or something that I need to know about?”

“Not that you need to know about,” He shrugs, “She keeps herself occupied most days.”

Finally, he gets you to break. You smile across the gap between the yacht and the railing, amused by his joke. You set your sunglasses back on the bridge of your nose and tilt your head at him, giving him a quick look up and down.

“You ever had your dick sucked on a yacht?”

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agelessphotography · 5 months

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Highway 81, Waco, Texas, Steve Fitch, 1973

#photography #vintage photography #vintage #steve fitch #1970s #1973 #black and white photography #american #drive in theater #waco #texas #night scene

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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 139 & 140

Welcome to Week 139 & 140

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers & header by me

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Made for Me - Part 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Steve Drabble - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Fitness - (Ari x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Shortcake - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

brooklyn baby - (Steve x OFC) - @marxeluni

A Real Prince Charming - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Secrets chapter 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Bedazzled- Chp 11 - (James x OFC) - @caffiend-queen

If I Could Touch You - (Steve x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

Biker Bucky & Biker Ari Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Nobody can take your place - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

At Home Drill - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Two kings (1) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Words - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

A omega's taste - (Tony x Reader x Steve) - @ironlady1993

From Blue to Green - (Lee x Reader) - @springdandelixn

Bedazzled Chp 12 - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

His Inheritance - Part 12 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Highways & Heatstrokes Part 1 - (Ari x Reader) - @oh-my-damn

Lightning in a Bottle - (Thor x Reader) - @wizardofrozz

New Rules - Part 11 - (Steve x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Secrets Chp 5 - (Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Riding On - Chp 31 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Day 1 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Saved - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @kellyn1604

Secret Sierra - Chp 3 - @lloydsbitch

Aurora - Part 3 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers

Best Friends Forever - Chp 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @talia-rumlow

Collared part 6 - @spnexploration

Bedazzled - Chp 13 - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

Follow you home - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Confessions - (Steve x Reader) - @our-marvel-universe

Bedazzled - The Final Chapter! - (James x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

Marks - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

In the middle of the night - (Stucky x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

The Dinner Guest - (Steve x Reader, Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420

Two Kings (2) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

In His Hands - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Design - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Pursuit - (Brock x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Make You Feel My Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #ari levinson x reader #stucky x reader #lee bodecker x reader #tony stark x reader #thor x reader #brock rumlow x reader #frank adler x ofc #lloyd hansen x reader

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lunaticobscurity · 16 days

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ok, @posthumanwanderings asked me about my favourite simple 2000 games, and it'd be easier to format this as a text post than as a private message. so here it is:

vol 37: the shooting ~double shienryu~ - released in europe as steel dragon ex, this is the excellent arcade shooting game shienryu, along with a newly-made sequel. the ps1 port has a ton of weird extras, but this port has a whole sequel.

vol 50: the daibijin - released in europe as demolition girl, this is about attacking the supermodel riho futaba, who has become kaiju sized, for some reason. contains the iconic phrase "breast acquisition data". when it came out here, it had some brief infamy as one of the games unfunny hacks would play and exaggerate how bad it was, for the purposes of alleged "comedy"

vol 64: the splatter action - released in europe as splatter master, it's a cute, gory beat em up, in which you control a little pumpkin man with chainsaws

vol. 73: the saiyuutou saruden - possibly released in europe as monkey king, but i'm not sure if it actually happened. i wrote about it here

vol 81: the chikyuu boueigun 2 - released in europe as global defence force, i'm sure you all know what this is. iconic, era-defining, one of the best games on the entire ps2, not just in the simple series. i'm not joking.

vol. 95: the zombie vs kyuukyuusha - released in europe as zombie vs ambulance, it's post-apocalyptic horror crazy taxi with boss fights. you'll probably get bored after a few stages at most, but the novelty of it is compelling for a while at least.

vol. 101: the oneechanpon ~the neechan 2 tokubetsu-hen~ - the early musou-style oneechanbara games are rough to go back to compared to the more modern character action-style games, but if you're going to play any of them, this is probably the most interesting. it's got a bunch of guest characters from other simple 2000 games!

vol. 104: the robot tsukuuruze ~gekitou robot fight!~ i wrote about this one here

vol. 105: the maid fuku to kikanjuu - a beat em up where you play as a heavily-armed maid killing evil dolls and shit

vol. 112: the tousou highway 2 ~road warrior 2050~ - i wrote about this one here

#simple series #simple 2000 series #ps2

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just-late-roman-republic-things · 8 months

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Highlights of Roman history from the very beginning to the first emperor, collected from Mary Beard's SPQR:

~1700-1300 BCE: The area that is now Rome becomes permanently settled.

~1000: Oldest known graves under the Roman forum.

753: Traditional date of Rome's founding, as calculated by Cicero's friend Atticus. (There probably wasn't a specific year, in reality.)

750-700: Earliest known huts on the Palatine hill.

550-500: Archaeological evidence for a Roman monarchy dates to this time.

~509: Rome becomes a republic; exact date is rather fuzzy. From 509-400 it remains a small town, and its "wars" probably aren't much more than cattle raids and family feuds with neighbors. Population of about 20,000-30,000.

494: First of several conflicts between plebeians and patricians as plebeians demand equal rights.

~490: Supposed war of Coriolanus.

~450: The Twelve Tables are codified, starting the Roman legal tradition. They mostly focus on the problems of a small town. Patrician vs. plebeian conflicts continue. According to legend Cincinnatus became dictator and stepped down around this time, but it's unlikely Rome had much of a permanent state apparatus.

396: With the annexation of Veii 10 miles away, Rome starts rising in power.

387: Rome is sacked by Gauls.

367: Plebeians gain the right to be elected consul. Senate is established as a permanent body (not just ad hoc meetings), and consuls become the chief office of state, around this time. Roman government more or less takes on its "classical" form.

343: Beginning of the Samnite Wars.

341-338: The Latin War; Rome takes over Latium. First extension of Roman citizenship to defeated people/allies.

326: Enslavement of Roman citizens for debt is abolished.

312: Construction begins on Rome's first aqueduct and paved highway.

300: Rome has about 60,000-90,000 people, making it one of the biggest cities in the Mediterranean. Another half-million Romans and non-Romans live under Roman rule. Earliest Roman coins minted around this time.

295: Battle of Sentinum, 200 miles from Rome.

290: End of the Samnite Wars; Rome is indisputably the dominant power in Italy.

287: Plebeian Assembly gains the right to make laws for all Romans, effectively settling the conflict with patricians.

280-275: War with King Pyrrhus of Greece.

270: Fabius Pictor writes the first known book of Roman history, which in turn is the primary source for Livy during the Augustan era.

264-241: First Punic War; Rome acquires its first province, Sicily.

220s: Wars with the Gauls in northern Italy.

218-201: Second Punic War. Rome becomes the dominant power in the western Mediterranean.

216: Battle of Cannae; largest defeat in Roman history.

171: Extension of Latin Rights to children of mixed Roman/non-Roman marriages in Spain; first extension of citizenship (in partial form) to non-Italians.

168: After the Third Macedonian War (yes, there are more), Rome partitions Macedonian and becomes the dominant power in Greece; annexation follows a few years later.

167: Rome abolishes most taxes for citizens, relying instead on the profits of war.

146: Destruction of Carthage in the Third Punic War, and Corinth in the Fourth Macedonian War. Polybius finishes writing his Histories, focusing on the expansion of Rome from 220-146.

133: Tribunate and death of Tiberius Gracchus; first known use of violence in Roman politics since 287.

123-121: Tribunates and death of Gaius Gracchus.

113-101: Cimbrian War; victory of Gaius Marius against the Germans.

91-87: Rome's Italian allies revolt in the Social War.

87-81: First and second Mithridatic Wars. Wars of the Marians and Sullans.

82-80: Dictatorship of Sulla.

73-71: Revolt of Spartacus.

63: Consulship of Cicero; Catiline conspiracy and uprising.

59: Consulship of Julius Caesar; formation of the First Triumvirate.

58-51: Caesar conquers Gaul.

49-45: Civil war between Caesar and the Pompeians.

44: Assassination of Caesar. War breaks out again between Antony, Octavian, the assassins of Caesar, and Sextus Pompey, and more or less continues on and off until...

30: Octavian defeats Antony and Cleopatra, annexes Egypt and becomes sole ruler of Rome. After this point he is usually called Augustus, Rome's first emperor.

There is no official point when the republic officially ended. Augustus portrayed himself as restoring the republic, and contemporary writers still seem to have referred to it as such. But popular elections were phased out and the Senate accepted permanent one-man rule by the time he died in 14 CE.

#jlrrt reads #mary beard #spqr book #timeline #ancient rome #jlrrt essays

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justforbooks · 1 year

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David Crosby, who has died aged 81, was a premier-league rock’n’roll star twice. In the mid-1960s he was a founder member of the Byrds, the Los Angeles band often credited with inventing the genre “folk-rock”. This was defined by their shimmering recording of Bob Dylan’s Mr Tambourine Man, its distinctive harmonies and chiming 12-string guitar carrying it to the top of the charts in Britain and the US in 1965.

Arrogant and argumentative, Crosby was sacked from the Byrds in 1967, but, after producing Joni Mitchell’s debut album, Song to a Seagull, he found an ideal berth with Crosby, Stills and Nash. It was a group of distinct individuals who wrote their own songs, but together they created one of the great harmony-singing blends in pop history. Their debut album, Crosby Stills & Nash (1969), was an immediate smash, and proved hugely influential on a rising generation of west coast artists. Crosby’s long hair, walrus moustache and buckskin jacket made him look like a frontiersman for the Age of Aquarius. Their second album, Déjà Vu (1970), with the addition of Neil Young, and the band becoming Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young (CSNY), felt like the crowning moment of a California golden age. It topped the US chart, reached No 5 in the UK and has sold 14m copies.

The members then embarked on solo ventures and their reunions grew increasingly rare, though they reformed for a stadium tour in 1974, a lavishly wasteful affair that Crosby nicknamed “the Doom tour”. A major obstacle was that Crosby, a regular marijuana and LSD user, would succumb to a ferocious addiction to crack cocaine, with near-fatal consequences. This came to a head on 28 March 1982, when he was arrested by the California Highway Patrol after he crashed his car into the central divider on the Interstate 405 highway. Police found freebasing paraphernalia and a .45-calibre pistol in the car, and it was later determined that Crosby had suffered a seizure from “toxic saturation”.

A couple of weeks later he was arrested again on similar charges, this time at a Dallas nightclub where he was performing. A spell in a rehab facility in New Jersey failed when Crosby fled the premises. His decline from prince of west coast rock aristocracy to struggling addict was halted only when he was jailed in Texas in 1986, following yet another drugs-and-firearms arrest.

In 1985, Spin magazine had told its readers “The Tragic Story of David Crosby’s Living Death”, but after being paroled from Huntsville prison in August 1986, Crosby staged a remarkable comeback. He marked his return with the enthralling autobiography Long Time Gone (1988) and the solo album Oh Yes I Can (1989). He would make six further solo discs, in addition to Crosby & Nash (2004), two albums with Stills and Nash (Live It Up in 1990 and After the Storm, 1994) and American Dream and Looking Forward with CSNY (1988 and 1999). In 1987 he married Jan Dance, who had survived her own addiction purgatory alongside him. Shortly after being diagnosed with hepatitis C, in 1994 he underwent a liver transplant, the operation paid for by Phil Collins (Crosby had sung on Collins’s 1989 hit Another Day in Paradise), and bounced back with renewed energy.

Born in Los Angeles, he was the second son of the cinematographer Floyd Crosby and his first wife, Aliph Van Cortlandt Whitehead, a scion of the influential Van Cortlandt dynasty. Floyd came from an upper-class New York background, his father having been the treasurer of the Union Pacific Railroad, and his mother the daughter of a renowned surgeon. He had tried his hand at banking in New York before working on documentary films in the South Pacific (including FW Murnau’s Tabu, for which he won an Oscar) and eventually moving to Hollywood, where he won a Golden Globe award for his work on Fred Zinnemann’s western High Noon and made numerous films with Roger Corman.

David’s early musical influences included classical music and jazz as well as the Everly Brothers and bluesman Josh White, and he recalled how he would take the harmony parts when the family would gather to sing extracts from The Fireside Book of Folk Songs. A trip with his mother to hear a symphony orchestra “was the most intense experience I can remember from my early life” (as he wrote in Long Time Gone), because it illustrated how musicians could collaborate “to make something bigger than any one person could ever do”.

He attended the exclusive Crane school in Montecito, California, then Cate boarding school in Carpinteria. Though intelligent, he regarded academic work with contempt and refused to apply himself. One area where he did shine was in musical stage shows, such as his performance as the First Lord of the Admiralty in Gilbert and Sullivan’s HMS Pinafore. He subsequently attended Santa Barbara City College, but quit and moved to LA to study acting. However, music was becoming his true focus, and he began playing in folk clubs with his elder brother Ethan (who would take his own life in 1997). When a girlfriend became pregnant, Crosby hastily left town and worked his way across the country towards the folk-singing mecca of Greenwich Village, New York, where the likes of Peter, Paul and Mary, Phil Ochs and Joan Baez were breaking through, while Dylan was about to transform the musical climate entirely.

Crosby formed a partnership with the Chicago-born folk singer Terry Callier and they performed frequently together, before Crosby travelled down to Florida in 1962 to sample the folk scene in Miami’s Coconut Grove district. He then worked his way back to Los Angeles via Denver, Chicago and San Francisco. In LA he met Jim (later Roger) McGuinn and Gene Clark, all of them fascinated by the Beatles and the idea of mixing folk with rock’n’roll. They became the Jet Set, which evolved into the Byrds with the addition of the bassist Chris Hillman and drummer Michael Clarke.

Signed to Columbia, the Byrds had already built an enthusiastic local following by playing in clubs such as Ciro’s on Sunset Strip by the time Mr Tambourine Man was released in April 1965, and its success was followed up by their debut album, released in June. Crosby’s distinctive tenor voice was integral to the band’s vocal blend, and he began to develop an idiosyncratic songwriting style.

Influenced by jazz as much as rock, his songs used unusual chords and unconventional melodies. On the band’s third album, Fifth Dimension (1966), one of his most significant contributions was co-writing Eight Miles High. This psychedelic milestone gave them a Top 20 US hit, and also reflected Crosby’s infatuation with the jazz saxophonist John Coltrane. Their next album, Younger Than Yesterday (1967), featured Crosby’s ethereal Everybody’s Been Burned as well as his self-indulgent sound experiment Mind Gardens, while the song Why reflected his admiration for the sitar maestro Ravi Shankar. When the Byrds met the Beatles, Crosby’s enthusiasm for Shankar helped spark George Harrison’s interest in Indian music.

Crosby’s green suede cape and Borsalino hat had made him a Hollywood Hills style icon, but his days as a Byrd were numbered. He had irked his bandmates at the Monterey pop festival in June 1967 by making rambling speeches about LSD and the assassination of John F Kennedy, and also by getting on stage with Stills’s band Buffalo Springfield in place of the absent Young. Crosby’s song Lady Friend (1967) flopped as a single, and during the making of the album The Notorious Byrd Brothers he was fired after arguments over the choice of material. His song Triad, depicting a menage-a-trois, was vetoed by his bandmates as being too risque (Jefferson Airplane subsequently recorded it). Nonetheless, Crosby played on and co-wrote several tracks, and The Notorious Byrd Brothers is arguably the Byrds’ finest album.

Borrowing $25,000 from Peter Tork of the Monkees, Crosby bought a 74ft schooner called Mayan, where he would write some of his best-known songs including Crosby, Stills and Nash’s Wooden Ships. The obvious potential of CSN immediately won them a deal with Atlantic Records, which released their debut album in May 1969. Their second-ever live appearance was at the Woodstock festival that August. Though dominated by the all-round wizardry of Stills, the album showcased the different writing skills of each member. Crosby’s Guinnevere demonstrated his fondness for unusual scales and harmonies, while the bluesy Long Time Gone was a heartfelt response to the assassination of Bobby Kennedy and indicated the group’s willingness to embrace political and social issues.

Déjà Vu, released nine months later, brought another strong showing from Crosby. The hanging chords and mysterious time changes of his title track made it one of his most mesmerising compositions, while Almost Cut My Hair was his battle cry for the counterculture. However, personality clashes within the group while on tour in 1970 prompted them to split.

All the members made solo albums, including Crosby’s If I Could Only Remember My Name (1971). Additionally, he formed a successful duo with Nash, which brought them US Top 10 hit albums with Graham Nash David Crosby (1972, also UK No 13) and Wind on the Water (1975), and they reached No 26 with Whistling Down the Wire (1976). In 1973 Crosby reunited with his previous band for the album Byrds, and in 1977 Crosby, Stills and Nash released CSN, which reached No 2 on the US album chart and outsold the trio’s debut. However, by the time they made Daylight Again (1981), another US Top 10 hit, Crosby was in the throes of addiction. Allies (1983), a patchwork of live and studio material, was the group’s last effort before he was jailed.

Crosby’s post-prison renaissance continued with regular tours with CSN, who went on the road almost annually from 1987, with Young joining them in 2000, 2002 and 2006. He released the solo album Thousand Roads (1993), which gave him a minor hit single with Hero, then picked up the pace dramatically in the new century with Croz (2014), Lighthouse (2016), Sky Trails (2017) and Here If You Listen (2018). For Free, featuring Steely Dan’s Donald Fagen and Michael McDonald, came out in 2021. His final release, in December, was David Crosby & the Lighthouse Band Live at the Capitol Theatre.

One of his regular musical collaborators was James Raymond, his child with Celia Crawford Ferguson, whom Crosby had left pregnant in California in the early 60s, and who had given her baby up for adoption. She later moved to Australia. Raymond met his birth mother in 1994, then in 1995 introduced himself to his biological father at UCLA medical centre, where Crosby was having treatment following his liver transplant. An accomplished musician and composer, Raymond played in the jazz-rock band CPR with his father and Jeff Pevar (they released four albums between 1998 and 2001), was music director for Crosby’s solo live shows and also became a member of Crosby, Stills and Nash’s touring band from 2009.

Yet Crosby’s creative rebirth coincided with a calamitous breakdown in relations with his old comrades. In 2014 Young said CSNY would never tour again after Crosby described his new partner, Daryl Hannah, as “a purely poisonous predator”, and in 2016 Nash, who had always gone the extra mile for Crosby throughout his addiction years, also announced his estrangement from him.

In 1991 Crosby was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as a member of the Byrds, and in 1997 with Crosby, Stills and Nash. He won the 2019 Critics’ Choice movie award as the “most compelling living subject of a documentary” for AJ Eaton’s film David Crosby: Remember My Name.

Crosby continued to be plagued by health problems. He suffered from type 2 diabetes, and in 2014 was left with eight stents in his heart following major cardiac surgery.

He was the sperm donor for the children of Melissa Etheridge and her partner Julie Cypher: their son, Beckett, who died in 2020, and daughter, Bailey.

Jan and their son, Django, survive him, as do James, a daughter, Erika, by Jackie Guthrie, and a daughter, Donovan, by Debbie Donovan.

🔔 David Van Cortlandt Crosby, musician, singer and songwriter, born 14 August 1941; died 18 January 2023

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More info on front blind zones. I really don't thinj we need cars like this. The use cases where their full clearance/power is really used are so rare but people drive them to their office parks every day. Sadly our shitty safety culture will MAYBE require cameras but that's it.

"While the people driving SUVs are slightly safer (1.6 percent decrease in SUV occupant deaths in 2018, according to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration), the number of pedestrians killed by those drivers has skyrocketed by 81 percent in the last decade, according to a report released last year by the Insurance Institute for Highway Safety."

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PRANKS GONE WRONG THAT ACCIDENTALLY KILLED PEOPLE

Adrian Broadway, a 15-year-old girl from Little Rock, Arkansas, was with her friends toilet-papering, egging, and throwing mayonnaise on a car, in retaliation for a prank someone else had pulled on her group. Unfortunately, a 48-year-old man came out of the house and opened fire on them in their car, killing her and injuring one of her friends. The shooter, Willie Noble, was later sentenced to 30 years in prison for Broadway's death.

What seemed like an innocent jump-scare became fatal in 2013 when an 18-year-old girl named Premila Lal hid in a closet at her house, knowing that a family friend was there watching over the property. She planned to surprise him by jumping out of the closet, but the house sitter, 21-year-old Nerrek Galley, was packing heat at the time — this despite playing video games with her 15-year-old brother. When he heard the noises of her entry, he grabbed his gun to investigate. Believing her to be an intruder, Galley shot the girl when she opened the door, and she later succumbed to her injuries at an area hospital.

One man's decision to suit up as Bigfoot to summon a few scares cost him his life. 44-year-old Randy Lee Tenley impersonated the elusive beast in 2012 by donning a military-style ghillie suit on the side of Kalispell, Montana's Highway 93, to spook travellers on the road into thinking they'd witnessed the sought-after animal. Instead, he was run over by two teen drivers and died as a result of his injuries.

A traffic sign antic in Circleville, Ohio became the site of a horrific crash scene in 2011 after a pair of local teens decided to wrap an intersection's stop sign in plastic and petroleum jelly, rendering it invisible to drivers. The pair, 19-year-old Seth Stonerock and 18-year-old Derek Greenlee, apparently thought their roadside ruse was funny and bragged about it on Facebook. Sadly, two elderly women — 85-year-old Mary Spangler and 81-year-old Jeanne Shea — died after driving past the concealed sign and being struck by another vehicle. Stonerock was sentenced to four years in prison for being the central culprit, while charges were dropped against Greenlee, who claimed he tried to talk his friend out of it.

"Ding, dong, ditch" was a common source of young amusement at one time, but when 16-year-old Mark Drewes engaged in the old door-to-door pastime in Boca Raton, Florida in 2003, it proved to be a deadly game. Drewes was shot to death while walking away from the home of Jay Levin, who claimed he thought Drewes was an armed intruder.

Wedgies might be an ordinary part of childhood roughhousing, but in 2013, an underwear escapade became fatal. During an argument, 33-year-old Brad Lee Davis pulled his 58-year-old stepfather Denver St. Clair's bottoms so far up, the elastic band slipped around his neck and asphyxiated him. Davis claimed that the act was in self-defense

#pranks #jokes #gone wrong #murder #crime

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PRANKS GONE WRONG THAT ACCIDENTALLY KILLED PEOPLE

#pranks #jokes #gone wrong #murder #crime

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RADIO CALLER: Yeah, yeah Karl first time caller, long time listener, I just think that, when you really look at the season, and if you think about whether these guys are gritty, whether they’re hungry, they’re just not. They’re just not hungry. Their maws are open but nothing except the winter winds pass through them. They’ve faced death but they haven’t greeted him like an old friend. They are made of flesh and bone and that is not enough, uh, not nearly enough Karl. An organism is made up of three desires intertwined, sex and death and consumption sex and death and consumption. And, this season, I really don’t think they showed their base biological urges, they were removed from their own physical reality, the meat that controls everything we do, a twitching mass that pilots us all, the trickster biology that makes us think we have free will, that there is something we might recognize as good. When there is only death and decay and desire and a body being devoured genitals-first by ants on the side of a forgotten highway. But yeah, what did you think about the team this season? Yeah, uh, I’ll take my answer off the air.

RADIO CALL IN HOST: Ok, Ok, your ideas about biology are misguided at best. At best-

you want to listen to archive 81 soooo bad

#archive 81 #a81

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2023 Fic Round Up

Summary:

Number of Fics: 81 New Fics; 3 Prompt Collections, 2 Continued Fics,

Most of the writing done this year was prompt fills (71 stand alone prompt fics).

Also have the We Run Together series on tumblr that I have yet to transfer to AO3.

2022 Roundup

(Tumblr disliked my original draft so I had to significantly cut down the information in the list)

Prompt Collections:

Chemicals React (Chapters 57-68)

Round Robin (6+ Sentence Fics) (Chapters 11-29)

3 Sentence Fics (Chapters 18-29)

January

Deep in My Bones (G, Julie & Carrie, Julie/Reggie, Part 1: 2023 Prompts)

Furby (G, Alex/Luke/Reggie/Willie/Bobby, Part 2: 2023 Prompts)

The Stage is Set (G, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Part 3: 2023 Prompts

You are Not Alone (G, Alex & Reggie, Part 4: 2023 Prompts)

Still Come Back to You (G, The Greater Polyphantoms Polycule, Part 5: 2023 Prompts, Part 7: Kiss Kiss)

Clocks Move Forward (G, Trevor-centric, Part 6: 2023 Prompts)

Stranger Than Fiction (G, Julie & Alex & Reggie, Part 7: 2023 Prompts)

Glitter on the Highway (T, Reggie/Flynn, Part 8: 2023 Prompts)

February

To Follow Where You Are (T, Reggie/Carrie, Part 9: 2023 Prompts)

Not All Treasure’s Gold (M, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Part 10 2023 Prompts)

Cold as Ice (G, Reggie/Willie, Part 11 2023 Prompts)

Want This to Last (G, The Greater Polyphantoms Polycule, Part 12: 2023 Prompts, Part 10: Kiss Kiss)

Like Never Before (G, Reggie/Luke, Part 13: 2023 Prompts)

With a Taste of Your Lips (G, Alex/Willie, Part 14: 2023 Prompts)

Keeping a Moment (T, Alex/Luke/Willie, Part 15: 2023 Prompts)

Leave All This to Yesterday (G, Julie & Reggie, Part 16: 2023 Prompts)

Let the Rain Pour (G, Julie/Reggie/Flynn, Part 17: 2023 Prompts, First Published: February 2023, Completed April 2023)

So Close And Still So Far (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 18: 2023 Prompts)

March

Dream to Me (G, Reggie/Will Byers, Part 19: 2023 Prompts, Stranger Things Crossover)

A Hold of Me (T, Julie/Reggie, Julie & Alex & Luke & Reggie & WIllie & Bobby, First Published: March 2023, Completed: March 2023)

Kiss it Better (G, Alex & Reggie, Part 20: 2023 Prompts)

Come Up for Coffee? (T, Alex/Willie, Part 21: 2023 Prompts)

So I Don’t Lose You (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 22: 2023 Prompts)

But I'm Livin' (T, Julie & Alex & Reggie & Luke, Part 23: 2023 Prompts)

So I Whisper Now In Your Ear (T, Julie & Alex & Luke & Reggie, First Published: July 2022; Chapter 7 published: March 2023)

Here With You (T, Julie/Reggie, Reggie/Luke, Part 3: Hanging by a Moment)

The Devil Searching For Redemption (T, Julie & Alex & Reggie & Luke, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Part 24: 2023 Prompts, Part 1: Devil Searching for Redemption)

April

I Could Be The Monster (M, Julie & Alex & Reggie & Luke, Part 2: Devil Searching for Redemption)

A Lovely Night (G, Julie/Reggie, First Published: October 2022 Completed: November 2023)

Getting Carried Away (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 25: 2023 Prompts)

Do You Want? (T, Alex/Luke, Part 26: 2023 Prompts)

I'm Here I Promise (G, Ray & Luke, Part 27: 2023 Prompts)

He Once Was a True Love of Mine (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 28: 2023 Prompts)

Someone You'd Call Your Enemy (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 29: 2023 Prompts)

May

A Feeling Running Through Our Veins (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 30: 2023 Prompts)

Someday I'll Wish Upon a Star (G, Julie & Alex & Reggie & Luke, Part 31: 2023 Prompts)

A Line Without a Hook (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 32: 2023 Prompts)

I Would Waste My Time (T, Julie/Reggie, Part 33: 2023 Prompts, Part 3: Feats of Crimson)

June

Pain Relief (G, Reggie/Luke, Part 34: 2023 Prompts)

We'll Make Sure You're Okay. (G, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Part 35: 2023 Prompts)

Over and Out (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 36: 2023 Prompts)

Cherry Blossom Kiss (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 37: 2023 Prompts)

Miss You (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 38: 2023 Prompts)

A Matter of Time (T, Julie/Reggie, First Published: June 2023, Completed: October 2023)

Competitive Baking (G, Rose-centric, Part 39: 2023 Prompts)

You Got the Keys (G, Julie & Reggie, Part 40: 2023 Prompts)

Jump Then Fall (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 41: 2023 Prompts)

Glasses (G, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Julie/Reggie/Flynn, Prompt 42: 2023 Prompts)

PokéPlush (G, The Greater Polyphantoms Polycule, Part 43: 2023 Prompts, Part 6: Kiss Kiss)

Maybe I'm Your Love (G, The Greater Polyphantoms Polycule, Part 44: 2023 Prompts, Part 11: Kiss Kiss)

July

Always Find My Way To You (T, Julie/Reggie, Part 45: 2023 Prompts)

What A Time (T, Reggie/Carrie, Part 46: 2023 Prompts)

Would You? (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 47: 2023 Prompts)

Only Thing To Say (G, The Greater Polyphantoms Polycule, Part 48: 2023 Prompts, Part 1: Kiss Kiss)

August

fearless // good night (G, Julie/Reggie)

September

A Damn Cold Night (G, Julie & Reggie, Part 2: I'm With You)

Take Me by the Hand (M, Julie & Reggie, Part 3: I'm With You)

Misspeak (G, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Part 49: 2023 Prompts)

'Til We're All Alone (T, Julie/Reggie, Part 50: 2023 Prompts)

Unexpected (G, Julie & Willie, Part 51: 2023 Prompts)

Cygne Noir (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 52: 2023 Prompts)

A Beauteous Flower (G, Julie/Reggie/Kayla, Part 53: 2023 Prompts)

Keep Asking Why (T, Bobby-centric, Part 54: 2023 Prompts)

Happily Ever After...So Far (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 55: 2023 Prompts)

October

Missing You (G, Julie/Reggie)

Complete Now (G, Julie/Reggie/Luke)

Rained In (G, Julie/Reggie/Kayla, Part 56: 2023 Prompts)

There For You Till the Very End (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 57: 2023 Prompts)

Dream Ripped at the Seam (M, Julie/Reggie/Luke, Julie & Alex & Reggie & Luke, Part 3: Devil Searching for Redemption)

(All I Really Want is) Something Beautiful to Say (G, Julie & Alex, Part 58: 2023 Prompts)

Come Take Me Home? (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 59: 2023 Prompts, Part 4: I'm With You)

Homework and Teddy Bear (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 60: 2023 Prompts)

November

Until the dice roll five or eight (G, Julie & Reggie & Luke, Part 61: 2023 Prompts)

A Needed Hug (G, Ray & Reggie, Part 62: 2023 Prompts)

Dangerous Hands (T, Julie/Reggie, Part 63: 2023 Prompts)

Long to Hold You Tight (G, Reggie/Luke, Part 64: 2023 Prompts)

Connections (G, Luke & Carrie, Part 65: 2023 Prompts)

"That's My Side." (T, Julie/Reggie, Part 66: 2023 Prompts)

Caramel Macchiato (G, Flynn/Carrie, Part 67: 2023 Prompts)

December

Save Me From Tears (G, Reggie/Carrie, Part 68: 2023 Prompts)

Hunka Hunka Burnin' Love (G, Reggie/Luke, Part 69: 2023 Prompts)

'Cause you asked for it (G, Julie/Reggie, Part 70: 2023 Prompts)

Photos or It Isn't Real (G, Flynn/Carrie, Part 71: 2023)

#2023 Round Up #fic collection

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Weeks 141 & 142

Welcome to Week 141 & 142

It’s been a busy two weeks. Over 50 fics for you all to enjoy.

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers & header by me

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Made for Me - Part 5 - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Sundaze - (Andy x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Secrets Chp 6 - (Steve x OC) - @nekoannie-chan

Choreography - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Rude attitude (4) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Aurora - Part 4 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers

Dynamite Ball Skills - (Jake x Reader) - @writercole

Best Friends Forever - Chp 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @talia-rumlow

Collared part 7 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration

Highways & Heatstrokes - Part 2 - (Ari x Reader) - @oh-my-damn

The best birthday - (Steve x Reader x Brock) - @nekoannie-chan

Bad Moon Rising - (Ari x Reader, Lloyd) - @biteofcherry

Mafia Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

Down Again - (Ari x Reader) - @navybrat817

His Inheritance - Part 13 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Lightning in a Bottle - Part 2 - (Thor x Reader) - @wizardofrozz

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 2 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

What Dreams Are Made Of - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Riding On - Chp 32 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

Saved - Part 4 - (Steve x Reader) - @kellyn1604

Biker Ari - @angrythingstarlight

Wicked Little Games - (Steve x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight

Secrets chapter 7 - (Steve x OC, Brock x OC) - @nekoannie-chan

Bandaged with Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Secret Sierra - Chp 4 - @lloydsbitch

Trapped - (Tony x Reader) - @ironlady1993

Tactical - (Frank C x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Peepshow - (Ari x Reader, Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420

Temples To Build - (Bucky x Reader) - @slyyywriting

Highways & Heatstrokes - Part 3 - (Ari x Reader) - @oh-my-damn

A Hairy Tail - (Steve x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Fever - (Tom H) - @animnerd

A New Widow? (Nat/Bucky) - @/animnerd

Jerk next door (4) - (Andy x Reader) @holylulusworld

Different escape plan - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Never-ending nightmare - (Ransom x Reader, Ari) - @late-to-the-party-81

Left for Revenge - (4) - (Andy x OC) - @hollybee8917

Left for Revenge - (5) - (Andy x OC) - @/hollybee8917

The Dalliance - (Loki x Reader) - @literatureatthebowofnails

Give Me One More - (Ari x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie

Aurora - Part 5 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers

Best Friends Forever - Chp 5 - (Bucky x Reader) - @talia-rumlow

Collared part 8 - @spnexploration

Highways & Heatstrokes - Part 4 - (Ari x Reader) - @oh-my-damn

Highways & Heatstrokes - Part 5 - (Ari x Reader) - @/oh-my-damn

His Inheritance - Part 14 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Lightning in a Bottle - Part 3 - (Thor x Reader) - @wizardofrozz

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 4 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Prepping the Nursery - (Steve x Reader) - @navybrat817

Secret Sierra - Chp 5 - @lloydsbitch

Consciousness of Guilt - Chp 25 - (Andy x Reader) - @/wiypt-writes

Two Kings (4) - (Steve x Reader) - @/holylulusworld

The Quinjet Plan - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #andy barber x reader #steve rogers x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #ari levinson x reader #dean winchester x reader #thor x reader #frank castle x reader #frank adler x ofc #steve rogers x ofc #loki x reader #ransom drysdale x reader

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