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Review #263: Tracy Chapman, Tracy Chapman
You don’t get artists like Tracy Chapman come along too often, and it’s infuriating when they do, because you see the same old shit play out. People are threatened by their mere presence and the idea that they can make something so incredible, but especially that it might give marginalized people a voice. This record came out the year I was born, so it’s approaching its 36th birthday. It’s both unsurprising and also a little devastating at how relevant it remains in 2024. I’ll start by saying: I love it, her, I always have, and I have so many memories attached to this record. Some so sad and some really sweet, all really tender.
But I have something to say about both music critics and general white fragility when it comes to Tracy. Here’s a 1988 review from renowned critic Robert Christgau, self proclaimed “Dean of American Rock Critics” (are American rock critics some kind of authority too? Why’s that? Interesting.):
"Fast Car" is so far-seeing, "Mountains o' Things" so necessary, that it's doubly annoying when she puts her name on begged questions like "Why" and "Talkin' Bout a Revolution." Maybe I should be heartened and so forth that Intelligent Young People are once again pushing naive left-folkie truisms, but she's too good for such condescension--even sings like a natural. Get real, girl. B MINUS”
Where to begin? Firstly, that is the entire review. So you want to talk about condescension, Robert? You can start by referring to Tracy Chapman as a grown woman, which she is, and was, in 1988. And critic you may be, but you’ve never written a review that’s even half as good as Talkin’ Bout A Revolution, which is more relevant today than any of your writing. Why was about apartheid. Maybe you had the luxury of not giving a fuck. Assigning grades? B minus? Get real, boy.
Curious what grade you gave Paul Simon’s Graceland, an album recorded during apartheid, some in South Africa with an array of African musicians who he then toured with. This was both criticized and praised. The point is, it was very political, not in content so much, but in creation. So, when it’s done by an egotistical white man? Listen, I love Graceland but don’t think I won’t be looking into that with some serious side-eye. OH WHAT A FUCKING SURPRISE, PAUL SIMON’S 1986 GRACELAND RECEIVED AN A. Fuck all the way off, and then fuck off some more.
This album isn’t for you. Has it ever occurred to you that not every piece of music was made to be consumed by you? And to be declared worthy by you? Jesus fucking Christ, the audacity. She’s singing about poverty, the kind most people will never truly know. The traumatic kind. She’s singing about domestic violence, you know, the kind typically perpetrated by men against women and that too often takes their lives. She’s singing about a tense relationship with the police. She’s singing about escaping dire situations with a glimmer of hope that she might finally belong, that she might finally “be someone”… Only to find herself in seemingly just as dire ones. Do you relate, Robert? Let’s go back to 1988 and you just sit this one out. To be clear, it’s not entirely for me either! But when you have that awareness, you can hear something and still appreciate it. It’s not that hard.
Fast Car was still on the radio a good bit when I was growing up, and again, I think my Mom played this record from time to time. But my real connection to Tracy Chapman came to me in two different ways: VH1’s Pop Up Video, which I watched every single day before I went to school. Over and over, the same episodes. There was an episode that featured Fast Car, and I remember just being floored by the little facts that popped up. Her life had been so unbelievably difficult, with challenge after challenge — which is pretty damn clear in the song. The thing I always remember is that as a young girl, she had saved up her money to buy a guitar, and then her best friend stole it. As stupid as it sounds I think about that all the time. Anyway, this song is special, and everyone knows it, it’s massive, but it’s something different to everyone. Can anyone relate specifically to what she’s describing? Probably somebody, somewhere. Maybe lots of people. But I can tell you that I listened to this song curled up in my bed pretending to be asleep with tears streaming down my face. Wishing that some parts of it weren’t true for me, and wishing that some parts of it were. It’s both a gut punch and a cup of tea between my cold hands.
The second way was Baby Can I Hold You, which, and this kind of cracks me up, was covered by Irish boyband Boyzone in the 90s. Little baby me was pretty into Boyzone, but eventually learned that the original artist was Tracy Chapman. Obviously, her version is better. It hurts my feelings. Is it someone declaring their feelings? Or is it someone communicating the experience of an emotionally unavailable partner, and the words they long to hear? Either way, there’s an ache in it, and it’s beautiful.
Tracy Chapman has been having a major resurgence, because a white male country artist covered Fast Car and as a result an entire new generation of young people are being moved by it. While I kind of wish there wasn’t a cover like this at all, it’s been nice to see Luke Combs give Tracy Chapman the spotlight she deserves and make it her moment. They seem to have a sweet and thoughtful relationship, and he truly loved the record when it came out. He had it on cassette. It was really something to see Tracy on stage at the Grammys smiling, thriving, looking beautiful as ever and singing with that voice just shutting everybody the hell up. I also appreciate that he kept the genders the same in his cover. I’d love to know whether he chose that or whether she insisted upon it. Either way, it was the right call.
Chances are you’ve heard Fast Car, and maybe even Baby Can I Hold You. Don’t be a dweeb, this record is significant and I really believe you’re missing out if you go through your life without listening to it, but it’s your call. I’d like to personally thank Tracy Chapman and VH1’s Pop Up Video for their contributions to my life and the content of my brain. I love you both so very much.
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how come we never saw them stuck in a traffic jam??? 4/5 of the show is inside that goddamn car!!
#dean would be so impatient and mad and annoying#and he'd bicket with sam and sam's like shut up you petulant infant but also starts getting antsy too#and cas pops in still has angelic powers#and dean's like awesome now you can zap us out of here and back on the road#and cas goes all no cant do. he's being shady or smth who knows and disappears#cue in classic 'son of a bitch!'#oh also there's a pop song playing on the radio and by the start dean hates it but since it's playing in every other station (cassettes bro-#ken idk) he ends up singing the chorus by the end of it#spn thoughts
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The Glee star and Emmy winner for The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story, Darren Criss, 34, will be releasing his first album of Christmas songs, titled A Very Darren Crissmas (October 8). It includes duets with Adam Lambert, Evan Rachel Wood and an original song, “Drunk on Christmas,” featuring Lainey Wilson.
What was your goal with this Christmas album?
To reintroduce familiar songs in a new way. But I also wanted to take lesser-known songs and make those feel more familiar. And, most importantly, I wanted to take songs that people don’t associate with Christmas but I do—like Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”—and try to make them feel like Christmas songs.
What inspired you to write “Drunk on Christmas”?
It’s about the end of Christmas when everything’s been done. There’s wrapping on the floor, you’ve cleaned things, the in-laws have left and there’s nothing else to do. It’s two people having a sit-on-the couch moment, sipping a glass of cocoa with some SoCo [Southern Comfort] in it.
What is it about Christmas music? Why did you want to do the Christmas album?
Christmas or the holiday season is something that, whether we like it or not, we experience every year, and that comes with a litany of wonderful songs and music that again, whether you have been proactive about listening to it or not, it’s pretty hard to avoid. It’s permeated our cultural consciousness for our entire lives. So if you happen to be someone like me who consumes music at a hyperactive level, I’ve always adored Christmas music.
People say this because of the way that it makes them feel and the things that it reminds them of. There are so many layers to why people enjoy Christmas music. It’s nostalgic, it is very romantic, at least in the true dictionary meaning of the word romantic. And to me, I’ve always loved it for a much more anthropological reason, which is for one month or several weeks out of the year we suddenly subscribe to a certain sentiment that the other 11 we don’t really dial into. We want it all, then we want it to just go away.
What makes Christmas songs different?
As a musician I’ve always loved that Christmas music can employ certain musical elements that otherwise aren’t very popular. To me, it’s incredible that without a doubt the estates of many artists are guaranteed placement on the radio even though many of them have been deceased for many years. The pop charts are dominated by whatever contemporary, awesome artists there are nowadays, but in December you can guarantee that Burl Ives and Dean Martin will be on the radio with the best of them. I find that so charming. It’s because people really, really love this music.
And those songs don’t sound like the sounds that we’re hearing on the radio, sonically, harmonically, rhythmically. They employ a lot of “classic” sounds that evoke the feeling of Christmas. I’m a self-proclaimed genrephile—this is a term I use for myself throughout all the stuff that I do. I can’t help but be so enchanted by this idea that artists have license, and by license I mean an excuse to do things that you ordinarily wouldn’t be encouraged to do, or that audiences wouldn’t necessarily be as quick to absorb.
So, when you’re talking about classic Christmas writing, for lack of a better word, you use clichéd Christmas terminology, you use certain chords, and harmonies, and instrumentations that you just wouldn’t do throughout the year. It leans on the slightly more sophisticated, slightly more musical, and that is really exciting for someone like me.
How much does the fact that your last name is Criss play into this?
If you play music and your last name is Criss, every year someone says, “You know what you should do?” as if they’re the first person who’s ever thought of this idea. So I’ve always wanted to do this; it was just a matter of time. And I also didn’t want it to be phoned in, I didn’t want it to seem like, “Oh, here’s some songs that you know already.”
I wrote this in my liner notes that my favorite thing to do with art, but particularly music, is curate, interpolate, create and personalize. That’s my main thing. I’m an OK singer, I’m an OK musician, but what I really think I have a yen for is trying to interpolate something new that people didn’t know before.
If you think about a song like “Jingle Bells,” it was not written for Christmas. It was a song from 200-something years ago that bears no mention of Christmas whatsoever, but we associate it so heavily with Christmas. Lately I hear Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” come up on Christmas playlists. I think it must have something to do with the Christian angle of the song and the reverence of the word “hallelujah,” but there’s no mention of Christmas.
So there’s a lot of different things that can make people feel like Christmas if you arrange it a certain way, and that’s what I wanted to do. I wanted this cocktail of songs that people didn’t know and I might be able to introduce to them in a really new, interesting way.
You duet with Adam Lambert, Evan Rachel Wood and Lainey Wilson. These people couldn’t be more different. How did you select your song partners for this?
Honestly, people are busy, so I leaned on friends of mine. The album is called A Very Darren Crissmas, and I wanted to make it just that. Songs that are very, very me, doing things that are very me, and using the talents of people who are legitimately in my life. Adam has been a pal for a long time. We’ve known each other from just adventures in Hollywood, but he, of course, was on Glee with me. Evan Rachel is a dear pal of mine; we’ve done some things together. She’s played my festival, and I’ve done comedy sketches with her and stuff. These are all extraordinarily talented singers. As I told them when I asked them to be a part of it, “I’d be very lucky to have you on this record.”
I had not met Lainey Wilson before I started this. But when you’re in Nashville, you are in the Olympic tent of USDA certified prime country singers. And that’s a bit of a blind spot for me as far as who’s on the up and up, who’s somebody that can really give a level of authenticity, legitimacy to a more classic ’50s Nashville sound, which is the song that I wrote called “Drunk on Christmas.” My producer Ron Fair, who has been living in Nashville for a while, suggested Lainey and we got on like a house on fire. She’s an extraordinary talent and I was happy to have her. These were all people that were part of this grassroots friend to friend thing. That’s how I got them and I’m very lucky that they’re on the record.
There are hundreds of Christmas songs. How did you choose what to include?
Choosing was extremely hard. I had a list of about 100 songs. I’m not done; this record is only phase one in my mind. There are so many songs that it will make your head spin. If you go, “Did you think about this song?” The answer is yes, and I absolutely had to deliberate which ones I had to triage out of the sequence.
I even said no to “The Christmas Song,” which is on the album. I didn’t want to do it because I was like, “Everybody knows it; it’s perfect by Nat King Cole,” and Mel Tormé [who wrote it] is one of my favorite artists of all time, much less songwriters and musicians. So I was like, “I don’t want to have to do that.” And on the day when we were there, we just had a guitar and said, “Let’s just do it for fun,” because I love singing that song. But I was like, “It’s been done perfectly too many times, I really don’t want to have to put myself up against that.” But we had a nice take, it’s live in the room. And hey, come on, it’s Christmas. So I left it on there.
If we were to come to your house during the holidays, what would you be listening to?
I’d probably sit you down and play you my favorite songs that you’ve never heard that I think are great Christmas songs. But what’s nice is I’ve now put those songs on this album, hopefully, in a perhaps delusional effort to standardize these songs in the Christmas pantheon. There has to be an air of delusion to being an artist in the first place. If one of these songs that no one’s ever heard before catches on with a family or a person and becomes part of their Christmas playlist every year, then I will have succeeded in my efforts.
What did the Emmy you won for The Assassination of Gianni Versace do for your career?
Although the Emmy has just my name on it, the number one thing that I’m most proud of is it’s more symbolic and representative of the work of the whole team. It is a validation and celebration of the really hard work of people that I spent a lot of time and energy with creating this role.
You have a couple voice roles coming up—in Trese and Yasuke—but what are we going to see you in next, not just hear you?
I don’t know. Let me know if there’s any opportunities. A huge reason for why this album was made was because I had the time. Making records takes a lot of time, and I’m envious of people who are just singers. I don’t know how people do that, that’s just not who I am. I’m a producer, I’m a writer, I’m a musician. It takes so much out of me to make a body of music because someone doesn’t say, “OK, here are the songs, show up on a Tuesday, you sing it and then you leave.” Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Some of my favorite artists can do that and are blessed enough to be able to just do that. I can’t.
It takes so much time for me to really get in the weeds, arrange, edit vocals, edit instrumentation, mix tracks, really getting in the jungle of music production. I can’t function any other way and that takes an extraordinary amount of time. Even when there was a global pandemic, I still had deadlines that we could barely make to finish this album because that’s just how my brain works.
So I haven’t been able to act. I haven’t had an acting job in almost two years. That’s not entirely true. I’ve had little bit things during the pandemic, but no big series or films or anything like that. It’s just been mostly working from home and being as proactive as I can be. I started a weekly podcast with a friend of mine, I put out an EP. I’ve been extremely busy with high output and low visibility. I’m waiting for the next thing, but I’m not one to sit still. If you give me time, I’m going to fill all the spaces out. So I did that with music this past two years.
Are you going to go back to Broadway now that it’s opening again?
I don’t want to say anything that is not perhaps confirmed 100 percent, but I will say with full confidence that I have always had the intention of going back exactly where we started. I’ll let them announce what’s happening because every show is in its own unique holding pattern. But, yes, right before the shutdown I was doing American Buffalo in New York, and talk about the actor’s dream, that is right up there. Doing a great American play that I’ve always wanted to do. I’ve had a long history with that show, and I finally get to do it for real with two of my favorite actors—Sam Rockwell and Laurence Fishburne. They are two acting heroes of mine.
So I was in rehearsals for that. We were about to go into tech, and things got shut down. But we’re in a very fortunate position where you’ve got two huge movie stars, you have a very well-known play and you have a fixed set and just three guys. There are musicals that have orchestras, big choruses and huge set pieces, and the overhead and upkeep of these productions is quite complicated. And a lot of them, for that reason, fell by the wayside during the pandemic, and it’s an awful tragedy. But our set and our billboard and our posters are exactly where we left them. It’s kind of a trip. If you go to Circle in the Square, I keep telling people it’s the longest I’ve ever been on Broadway because it’s just sitting there dormant, waiting to be resurrected.
I think all of us are planning on going back. I think the show is scheduled to reopen almost to the day that it was supposed to open in 2020. We’ll see how the schedule ends up, but you have three guys whose heart and soul is the theater. I don’t want to speak for the other two guys, but I’m almost positive that all three of us would rather be doing that play on Broadway than anything else. So when I say I haven’t had an acting gig in two years, it’s been a comfort to know that that was waiting for me on the other end. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that we’ll be able to do it. We’ll have to make sure that everything is hunky-dory with theater audiences, et cetera, et cetera, but that’s the idea.
How did Ryan Murphy casting you in Glee change your life?
I said during my Emmy speech that actors are only as good as the moments they get. I used to say actors are only as good as the parts they get. Take that with a huge grain of salt, obviously, it’s not entirely true. But in context of that moment, certainly you can understand what I meant. Acting is a proactive craft, but in many respects it’s a passive career, where you have to hope and wait for a benefactor, a patron, a supporter to say, “OK, all right, kid, you’re up. I think you can do it.”
I think any artist’s life is a constant compromise between knowing what you can do and what you want to do, and having other people, audiences and creative authorities alike, have an idea of what you can do. You have to have that balance of somewhere in the middle, where hopefully you can rise to an occasion that you know you can do, that somebody’s going to give you the opportunity to do. But you’re not in control of that relationship, and so you have to sit and hope and pray that someone is going to give you that moment and that opportunity. That was something that I’m fully indebted to with Ryan.
Because he did say, “All right, kid, you’re up,” and gave me that shot. We talked about the The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story series for years before we did it. I didn’t think he was ever going to do it. By the time we started shooting, he probably mentioned it to me three or four years prior. And I kept asking about it like, “Hey, you still want to do this thing?” I think he was just always obsessed with the fact that I was half Filipino and that I bore a certain resemblance to the guy. Age and everything, it seems pretty spot-on. But he was a man of his word, and he really did end up making it. So I’m incredibly indebted to him and I’ve always been very effusive about that.
Now that you have this modicum of fame, what would you like to use it to accomplish?
For me, there are so many things that I love in this world that I don’t think other people are familiar with. One of the things about having a modicum of a platform is hopefully embracing that to use it as a gateway drug for stuff that people might not be familiar with. I don’t know if they’re going to like it as much as I do, but I’m looking at this track list and there are songs that I guarantee that you don’t know.
These are all things where I go, “OK, I have this moment of people’s attention, hopefully, this is a fun way to have them have eyes on something that I think is deserving of eyes, and not because of me, but because of other people who have made something amazing.” And, hopefully, they have the same proactive curiosity that I had growing up where I look at the liner notes and see who wrote the songs and where they came from. But we’ll see. We’ll see if people have that reaction.
You’ve accomplished so much. What’s the dream going forward?
The dream is to keep doing me, really. I think all you can do is be as true to yourself and try and do as accessible and as valuable work as you can. And, hopefully, in so doing, represent people, giving them visibility and encouragement towards their own place in the cultural conversation.
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Naruto Characters and What Music I Think They Would Listen To Pt.1
Naruto
-You know those popular boys from school? The emoji tracksuit kids that like dunked on you when you walked through a door?
-Those vibes
-He listens to almost exclusively mainstream rap. It has to be 🔥🔥🔥 ya know?
-Always talking about the new Drake album or the new Kanye album. LOVES Chance the Rapper and Childish Gambino i just see it in his eyes.
Sasuke
-This fuckin guy
-See, my knee jerk reaction is like your emo classics. Pierce the Veil, MCR, Linkin Park. Screamo. Metal.
-But no. We have similar temperaments and I think that kind of music would actually irritate him.
-I think he’s emo but more mainstream soundcloud rapper emo. Lil Peep, $UICIDEBOY$, Lil Uzi Vert. LOVES XXXTentacion.
-Post screenshots of what he’s listening to on his snapchat story and you just know the boy is going THROUGH it.
Sakura
-OKAY so HERE is your rock and roll/metal baddie!!!
-hear me out. when she’s young its all pop. like y2k pop with R&B leanings. Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Beyonce, etc. you get the idea
-but after training under Tsundae she picks up rock. starts with some classic rock at first, then slowly progresses.
-this girl loves Metallica and Black Sabbath. she just loves rock. Zeppelin, AC/DC, Five Finger Death Punch. All of it. I will not be taking any criticism.
-windows down in the car, headbanging always.
Kakashi
-this one is a little difficult to nail down
-a part of me just wants to throw him in the pool of doesn't really care and will listen to anything
-i think he’s got a different playlist for every mood
-R&B sexy playlist with the Weeknd and some Justin Timberlake (yes he thinks that's sexy), soft sad boy hours playlist with Post Malone and Russ, a party mix with some your standard frat boy bops.
-overall, he listens to a lot of popular music
Yamato/Tenzou
-another tough one to nail down!!!
-i truly think Yamato is a man of all tastes as well
-however.... i get country music vibes???
-not like new, pop, country. but the classics. Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Dolly Parton.
-he also likes jazz! and big band/swing. Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin. What i would refer to as whiskey drinkin music. kinda classy and fun
Sai
-girl
-i truly do not know
-the man is an enigma
-i think once he joins team 7 and kinda strays away from the foundation he’s gonna be all about trying new stuff
-so one day he’s listening to Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran and Ariana Grande. Radio pop, entry level shit
-and the next time you see him its songs he heard on tiktok exclusively
-eventually he’s down a rabbit hole, consuming music in mass quantities and he’s into Crystal Castles and Grimes. Then next week its Tupac and Notorious B.I.G. Then it’s Judas Priest and Guns N Rose.
-everyone just gives up trying to keep track
Shikamaru
-oh its male manipulator music ALLLL DAY
-tame impala, mac demarco, the front bottoms, arctic monkeys, modern baseball, the smiths
-you get the idea
-dont necessarily think he's the ‘male manipulator’ type but he’s def the edgy smoking cigs and listening for the lyrics type
-i don't have to go into detail here you know I'm right
Ino
-see, her and Sakura go down similar paths
-she started off with the y2k bubblegum pop phase but her progression is a little more understandable
-shes your typical indie (except they aren't really indie) pop darling. Lana Del Rey, Lorde, Marina and Diamonds, Melanie Martinez, the 1975.
-what I'm saying is she was definitely on tumblr in 2014 and just never moved past that phase (did any of us tbh)
-as time goes on though she starts to branch out a lil. loves the mainstream women of rap! Cardi B, Megan thee Stallion, Nicki Minaj, Doja Cat. constantly bopping
Choji
-i couldn't find any gifs of this cutie smiling and that's a crime i want addressed RIGHT NOW
-but music wise?? i mean he’s a sweetheart right?? genuinely likes pop music! Ed Sheeran, Maroon 5, Katy Perry. HUGE Bruno Mars fan surprisingly
-i can see him just bopping his head along to the radio, just vibing and not being picky. loves a good ballad. Sam Smith, John Legend.
-hes just having a good time
Hinata
-queen of yearning and pining
-girl in red, mitski, HOZIER
-i feel like her playlist just looks like someone let a closeted queer girl put it together
-ABBA, St. Vincent, Florence + the Machine
-also just soft pop vibes. she’s defo posting sunset videos with the Lumineer’s playing in the background. HEAVY cottage core inspo
Shino
-here is your true emo king
-the trinity of course. P!ATD, MCR, Fallout Boy
-then Twenty One Pilots, Paramore, GORRILAZ
-he gives me also like art kid vibes as he gets older? Weezer, Wallows, Cage the Elephant. you know the type
Kiba
-kinda smilar to Naruto tbh
-but it HAS to be FIRE. no sad music! bass turned up and LOUD always
-i feel like he even went through a dubstep phase.
-hes the guy in the mcdonalds drive thru ‘you know what I'm here for’ *blasts Sicko Mode*
-some stand out faves are Travis Scott, Tyler, the Creator, Kendrick Lamar, Freddie Dredd
-he’s actually pretty cool tbh
Rock Lee
-yall ever been to a football game and they play the same hype songs over and over? ever seen a workout montage in an 80s movie?
-thats this boy. he’s just constantly listening to workout playlists. Eye of the Tiger, Livin’ on a Prayer, Welcome to the Jungle
-outside of that, i would think some of his favorite artists would be things Gai would listen to. Billy Joel, Bon Jovi, the BEASTIE BOYS, Foreigner, Aerosmith
-what I'm trying to say is he listens to the same music ur dad listens to
Neji
-fucking music SNOB
-’you've probably never heard of them’ headass
-and then its like the strokes or vampire weekend or some shit jfc
-male manipulator music part two but 100% fits the stereotype. hes gonna leave you on read and then cry to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
-some standout favorites are the Pixies, Neutral Milk Hotel, alt-J.
-likes some other stuff too. The White Stripes, The Black Keys, some Beck.
-decent taste if he wasn't such an a-hole about it!
Tenten
-ya know what
-hyper pop. 100 gecs, Charli XCX, CMten, SOPHIE, Slayyyter, A.G. Cook.
-i would say she started off kinda like Ino, the 2014 tumblr pop stuff
-then that just got to be too boring. so now she's riding the wave of the super new age stuff.
-neji fucking HATES it and grumbles all the time about ‘its just noise, how can you stand that’ and it only makes her like it more.
#naruto#Naruto Shippuden#naruto uzumaki#Sasuke Uchiha#sakura haruno#Kakashi Hatake#Kakashi#sasuke#sakura#team 7#team 10#yamato#tenzou#sai#sai yamanaka#shikamaru#shikamaru nara#ino#ino yamanaka#choji#choji akimichi#team 8#hinata#hinata hyuga#shino#shino aburame#kiba#kiba inuzuka#team 13#neji
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Man On The Moon III: The Chosen - Album Review By “kidslovecudi“
Before I say anything about this album, let me say that I am so excited that Cudi is finally releasing new music! Speaking for all Cudi fans, we have all been waiting for new solo material from the moon man for the longest time and the few teasers he’s been releasing over the last year, with “Leader Of The Delinquents” and his collaborations with Travis Scott, (“The Scotts”) and Eminem (“The Adventures of Moon Man & Slim Shady”) have not been enough to fully satisfy us. With Man on The Moon III: The Chosen, Cudi fulfills on a promise to his fans he made years ago and gives us quite a lot to digest. However despite how fulfilling this record is, Cudi still manages to leave you on the edge of your seat wanting more and I personally can’t wait to see what he’s going to do next!
1. Beautiful Trip (Intro)
Produced by Kid Cudi, FINNEAS, Plain Pat, Emile Haynie & Dot Da Genius
And it starts...
2. Tequila Shots ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by Kid Cudi, Dot Da Genius & Take a Daytrip
On this first track Cudi brings us back into the dark world of the moon man but this time with a new outlook. Referencing his previous works, Cudi aims to prove that he’s “not just some sad dude” and feels that despite his mental well being still occasionally being unstable he’s ready for whatever he has to face. What I loved most about this record was Cudi’s consistency. Throughout the years Cudi has mastered the art of having his own unique galactic sound that transcends through all of his music, despite the genre, and that sound is very present here. Along with his classic hums and hypnotic melodies, this track, known as the fan favorite, has the potential to be a classic.
3. Another Day ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by Dot Da Genius, Nosaj Thing & Take a Daytrip
When I first heard this song, I absolutely lost my shit. Cudi started this album off swinging and I was not prepared for him to go so hard. I’ve had this song on repeat quite a few times since I first heard it and along with the beat being absolutely sick, Cudi is rapping his ass off! My favorite part is when the beat breaks down in the second chorus, and I get hype as fuck every single time.
4. She Knows This ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by J Gramm, FnZ & Dot Da Genius
This song on first listen reminded me of a song by another of my favorite artists, called “The Let Out” by Jidenna but Cudi took it to a whole other level and isn’t as repetitive. Once the track speeds up Cudi goes even harder with even trippier sounds that will make you feel like you’re driving through space. One of my favorite things about this album is that a lot of the songs change in the middle keeping you that much more engaged in the whole song than to quickly digest it, like a lot of records on mainstream radio. On top of that his bars are on complete fire and it’s always great to see Cudi flex his rapping skill that a lot of people don’t give him credit for.
5. Dive ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by Dot Da Genius, Anthony Kilhoffer, Aaron Bow & Teddy Walton
Dive ends the first act of the album and serves as Cudi’s goodbye to his fantasy high. The guitar riffs at the beginning of the song is my favorite part and I wish they were made a bigger part of the song. However this song is classic Cudi, I initially thought it was missing something but after listening to it on it’s own a few more times, I feel like this song is absolutely perfect. It’s groovy as fuck and I think because it kind of ends so abruptly that it leaves a lot to be desired, but that also might have been Cudi’s intent, allowing it to serve as interlude of sorts. I loved the transitional elements through out the song, like when the bass comes in, his adlibs throughout the song and especially the echoing adlibs like, “MOVE, MOVE” “towards the end. It takes a few really good listens to fully enjoy the song as a whole, like it did for me but the more I played the album the more and more I fell in love with it.
6. Damaged ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by MIKE DEAN, Dot Da Genius & Take a Daytrip
I loved the words to this song and the overall message that Cudi was trying to convey throughout the song, but the song itself didn’t do a whole lot for me until I actually found myself in a similar dark place. It’s one of those classic Cudi records that really makes you sit and reflect on your life and everything you’ve gone through, which was exactly what the song did for me. This song is where the album starts to slow down a bit and Cudi sings and raps about his trials and tribulations of being a damaged man and that sometimes his demons still come back and he has to deal with them. A common struggle most of us who’ve ever dealt with feelings of anxiety and depression all know too well.
7. Heaven on Earth⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by Dot Da Genius, Anthony Kilhoffer & DST The Danger
This song really didn’t do a whole lot for me but what I loved the most about it again, were it’s adlibs. Cudi really showed out with the adlibs on this album and that’s what made this song enjoyable for me. The song for me just sounded too typical to me but even despite that, it’s still a great track to vibe to, just not something I’d put on my favorites.
8. Show Out (feat. Skepta & Pop Smoke) ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by Dot Da Genius, Anthony Kilhoffer & DST The Danger
Easily one of my favorite tracks on the album, when I first heard this, I completely lost my my shit and it was almost impossible not to turn my entire bedroom upside down. For one beat is absolutely sick and picks the tempo right back up. Cudi, Skepta and Pop Smoke’s voices are infectious together and everyone shines on this song without any one of them over shadowing the other’s performance. Definite a track to rage the fuck out to.
9. Mr. Solo Dolo III ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by Kid Cudi, Audio Anthem, Dot Da Genius & Plain Pat
This song is trippy as fuck. From beginning to end this song takes you on an absolutely journey from the chords and the keys and there are no words to describe it. I remember playing this song while I was driving home from work on my scooter at night and man oh man, the vibes this song had was incredible. It made me feel like I was traveling to another galaxy. As a loner, this song really spoke to me and it made me feel like someone else understood exactly how I felt. My favorite part was his scream after the second verse. It made me feel free and liberated and that my feelings in that moment had been validated.
10. Sad People ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by Dot Da Genius & Take a Daytrip
This song is an absolute vibe. Cudi’s in his bag, back in his zone, as he said and my favorite thing about this song is the chorus. Cudi’s harmonies are absolutely incredible and my favorite part is towards the end of the chorus when the song takes on an eerie west coast like synth and it’s absolutely infectious.It’s like a dark B side to “Cudi Zone” from the first album which is one of my favorite songs by Cudi to this day. It’s songs like this that made Cudi the legendary moon man that he his, in the first place.
11. Elsie’s Baby Boy (flashback) ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by E*Vax, Kid Cudi, Heavy Mellow & Dot Da Genius
This song sounded like a leftover track from “Speedin’ Bullet To Heaven” and despite how much negative criticism that album got, I absolutely love when Cudi dives into his alternative roots and I really hope he decides to dive deeper into it even further at some point. In this song Cudi sings about his relationship with his mother Elsie and his childhood upbringings. By this it in turn gave me flashbacks to my relationship with my grandmother and my childhood memories which all brought back happy and sad moments for me.
12. Sept. 16 ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by Emile Haynie, FINNEAS, Plain Pat & Dot Da Genius
What I loved the most about this record was Cudi’s vulnerability. Cudi has a few rare moments on his albums where he actually sings about love and being in love and it’s always great to hear. Cudi’s such a hopeless romantic and I love when he let’s his guard down and expresses his feelings. This song takes me back to “Kitchen” on “Passion, Pain, & Demon Slayin’“ and though I love that song more, this song was definitely cooked in the same pot.
13. The Void ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by Dot Da Genius, Kid Cudi & MIKE DEAN
The most uplifting song from the album, this song takes me back to some of the vibes from the first album, like his song “Up, Up, and Away”. That was one of the songs in my high school days that made me fully accept myself for who I was, regardless of what people said and this song is just as motivating and uplifting. On the same wave of “Reborn”, Cudi sings about avoiding all negativity on this record and only focusing on the positive. I almost cried towards the end when he thanked us, his fans, for staying with him and never leaving him. It’s a very beautiful song, but I just personally feel like this song should have been the one to end the album or close to end because to me this track is a hard one to follow behind.
14. Lovin’ Me (feat. Phoebe Bridgers) ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by William J. Sullivan, Charlie Handsome, Rami Beatz & Dot Da Genius
It took a little while for this song to set in for me but after it did, it made me want to cry. If you ever struggled with self-love or self-acceptance then this song is for you. What I loved most about this song was the message because it really hit home for me. It’s a beautiful anthem about finding happiness within yourself that I feel a lot of people will relate to.
15. The Pale Moonlight ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Produced by E*Vax, Rami Beatz & Dot Da Genius
Wasn’t feeling this one all too much, but what I loved about it most again, were the adlibs. I loved Cudi’s multiple layering of his vocals throughout the song, especially the “la-la-la-la” parts. The sounds very remiscent to some of Cudi’s earlier music and if you didn’t know any better you’d swear this was a leftover track from “The End Of Day”.
16. Rockstar Knights (feat. Trippie Redd) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Produced by Jenius, WondaGurl, MIKE DEAN, Dot Da Genius & Take a Daytrip
I’m not a big fan of Trippie Redd but I really fuck with his contributions on this song. This is another song where I really loved the chorus and I also love Cudi’s flow once his verse comes in. Cudi’s wordplay is out of this world on this record and it’s hard not to beat your head as Cudi delivers bar for bar for bar throughout his entire verse. Cudi really shines on this record with his skills as a MC and if Cudi ever felt he had anything to prove as a rapper, he definitely did that here. As the song ends it feels like Cudi just turned the spaceship on hyperdrive and took us along for the ride as he drifted further and further into space- Totally sick.
17. 4 da Kidz ⭐⭐⭐⭐
Produced by WondaGurl, MIKE DEAN, Dot Da Genius, 18YOMAN & Take a Daytrip
A song dedicated to the “kidz” reminding us that we are not alone and this song is another song to vibe out to. With instructions from Cudi, to turn it loud if we need to, this song, on the same frequency as “love.” is another song where Cudi is speaking to us as our big brother and giving us a well needed pep talk. What I loved most about it was Cudi’s vocals on the chorus, especially the way he pronounced the “oo” vowel sounds. It was very reminiscent of a Baltimore accent which I always found comical in the best way which is one of things I love the most about Cudi. He’s not afraid to try different things or pull different things from his various influences despite the genre and on this record, he ties them up beautifully.
18. Lord I Know ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Produced by MIKE DEAN, Dot Da Genius, 18YOMAN & Take a Daytrip
Serving as the closer to the album and the man on the moon trilogy, this song is a classic Cudi hym that tells us that we’re not alone regardless of what we face in life. What I liked most about this song was the message, and that’s why I rate it so highly. In this song Cudi expresses being content with the path he’s on at life and after everything he’s gone through, it makes me happy to finally hear that he’s found peace within himself. The song/album ends with his daughter Vada saying, “To be continued” and I can’t wait to see what Cudi has in store for us next. I just have a strong feeling that all of us Cudi fans are about to eat REAL GOOD.
There’s been a lot said about this album, good and bad but I feel this album is merely a taste of what’s to come. Is this record my favorite? No, but what I can say is that it’s an ALBUM, meaning it’s not a group of songs that you can easily separate like many others. This is the kind of album where you have to play the whole thing all the way through time in and time again to really get what Cudi was trying to convey. It’s not a record that you can just play a few times and be done with, no, it’s a grower. There were a lot of songs on this record that I did not like at first, but after having some time to let them marinate, they became some of my favorites and it made me truly appreciate Kid Cudi as an artist because people don’t make albums like this anymore. There’s rare artists that are this detailed with the way the songs transitions, the interludes, and how copacetic the album is in it’s entirety. This album was truly a gift and I can’t wait to see what else Cudi has left up his sleeve.
Top Favorite Songs
Another Day
Dive
Tequila Shots
Rockstar Knights
The Void
Mr. Solo Dolo III
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Shake It Off
Summary - Dean decided to teach the Reader how to drive.
Pairing - Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)
Warning - Fluff, if you squint you can see angst and swearing
Word Count - 1.4k
Requested by @herfalsegod - Hello, hon! Can I request a fic for Dean x reader? She doesn't know how to drive, neither wants to learn-- she's more than glad with enjoying the ride. But after a difficult hunt that got Sam passed out and Dean too bruised to drive, he decides it's time to teach her. Cue reader almost hitting the car and Dean bein a drama queen™ and reader using the excuse of 'driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole' to put some Taylor Swift on
A/N - I am so sorry about posting this so later! I couldn't find the time to write at all until today. Anyways, I finally wrote it and I hope you like it. Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
“Hey boys, who wants to drive me over to the supermarket?” You looked at the brothers who were currently drowning under a pile of lore books.
“Drive yourself,” Dean said, digging down deep into his jeans pocket to retrieve his car keys before tossing it over to you.
“You know I can't drive,” you whined as you caught the keys before tossing them back to your boyfriend.
“You should learn to drive, Y/N,” Sam said, finally looking up from his laptop.
“Nope,” you said, popping the last syllable, “I have got two men in the household who are excellent drivers.”
“We are not your chauffeurs,” Dean deadpanned, making you roll your eyes. You walked up to your boyfriend and placed your left hand on his shoulder, gently massaging the knots on his shoulder. You leaned down to whisper in his ears, “Drive me to the supermarket and I'll owe you, big time. Maybe let you do all those things to me you have been wanting to do for days. How does that sound?”
Dean stared at you with wide eyes for a minute, probably going over the pros and cons in his head before jumping out of the chair and asking, “All those….things?” He swallowed hard.
“All of those. Even the one which you said last night,” you winked.
“Guys, I'm right here,” Sam gagged, “you know Dean, this is the sole reason Y/N will never learn to drive because you will do anything for sex.”
“Don't point fingers at me. I love my girlfriend and I love sex and you are also easily uh-manipulated by her,” Dean huffed, making you gasp.
“She helps me with research!” The younger Winchester defended, “unlike you.”
“Boys, boys, boys. Stop fightin’. Will ya? I don't want to learn driving because I enjoy riding shotgun and it's not like I will ever need to drive to save my life,” you said and stood there with your hands on your hip.
“You're a hunter. You never know what curve ball life will throw at you,” Sam said and you rolled your eyes in ignorance but who knew that these exact words of Sam Winchester would ring in your ears when you all try to leave the abandoned warehouse four days later.
“Sam? S-Sammy?” Dean croaked, trying to wake his unconscious brother, who was lying in the backseat.
“De,” you urged, slipping into the seat beside the driver's seat, “we gotta move. We have to take him back to the bunker as quickly as possible.”
“Yeah, yeah I know,” he winced as he got inside the car and you noticed that his right shoulder had a deep scratch by the werewolf’s claw on it.
“That looks bad Dean,” you said, worry etched on your face.
“I'll live. I gotta get my brother back to the bunker,” he said, throwing a concerned look at his brother's direction, “and you can't drive.”
You knew that Dean didn't mean to direct his frustration at you but it still stung. Your stubbornness was now making you all suffer. You heard your boyfriend groan as he tried to shift the gear of Baby.
“You're gonna learn how to drive,” Dean said sharply as he drove out of the place, “Nuh-uh. No more excuses.”
“But-” you pouted.
“Don't give me that face, Y/N/N. You're not getting out of this,” he raised his brow challengingly at you, making you ultimately surrender to his demand.
And Dean was a man of his word. Two days later, he was dragging you out to the garage while you whined at him to let you go but he was too stubborn this time. Even Sam was of no help as he kept looking at the scene unfolding in front of him with an amused expression on his face.
“Come on sweetheart, I know you don't wanna learn driving but you know it better than anyone after the last hunt that it's necessary for you to know how to drive,” Dean said as you two reached the garage, him finally releasing your hands but he stood there blocking the gate in case you decided to take off.
“Ugh,” you groaned finally giving up, “fine. Teach me how to drive, Sensei.”
Dean snorted at your choice of word, “Yeah, smartass, get in the car now.”
“I am learning to drive. That doesn't mean you're off duty. You still have to drive me to all the places. This is just for emergency purposes!” You warned.
“Yeah I know,” he rolled his eyes, “now, are we ready to learn, Y/N/N?”
But things went south quickly. Not twenty minutes into the driving lesson, you almost managed to mess Baby's front.
“Y/N!” Dean yelled as you barely managed to avoid the trees as you made it out of the garage, “stop swerving! You will crash!”
“I don't know how to stop!” You yelled back as the car swerved for the hundredth time and Dean leaned in to take control of the steering wheel.
“The brakes! Push the brakes!” He yelled again, making you jump. You pushed the brake pedal, the impala abruptly coming to a stop in the middle of the road. The sudden force threw you and Dean forward and you barely managed to not hit your head in the steering wheel.
Your boyfriend jumped out of the car, mumbling a bunch of swear words under his breath which you pretty sure were directed at you. You scrambled out of the car as well and saw Dean inspecting Baby.
“Oh Baby! You okay? Are you hurt? Baby I'm so sorry,” he cooed at the black beauty.
“Dean?” You called out, making him look up to you, “uh-driving lesson?”
“It's done!”
“What? You can't be serious! So what if I almost crashed your car? I'm still learning! And you said it yourself, knowing how to drive is important for a hunter!”
“Don't use my words on me! I told that before you almost crashed Baby-”
“Yes, exactly! Almost. I almost crashed her but I didn't,” you said.
“Fine, go back inside the car. We'll finish the lesson,” he rolled his eyes. You went inside the car and Dean followed you after he murmured a soft apology to Baby.
“Don't touch the radio,” he said, swatting your hands away. You pouted and deliberately touched it, switching the radio on making Dean growl in frustration and his frustration only increased as the radio started playing a Taylor Swift song.
“But I keep cruising, can't stop, won't stop moving. It's like I got this music in my mind. Saying, "It's gonna be alright,” you sang along loudly.
“Stop,” Dean groaned.
“Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake. I shake it off, I shake it off,” you ignored Dean and kept on singing. He tried to change the station but this time you swatted his hands away, saying, “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”
“Son of a bitch! You're never driving again!” He said, burying his head into his hands. You started the engine, still grooving to the music making Dean look up at you. You finally made it back to the bunker in one piece, as your boyfriend successfully taught you the nitty-gritties of driving.
“How was the drive?” Sam asked as you both came down the stairs.
“Eventful,” you replied.
“She almost crashed Baby!” Dean exclaimed, making Sam laugh out loud.
Rolling your eyes at his words, you said, “Dude, be like Taylor. Shake it off!”
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He’s 42, and he’s loved
I did it, I freaking did it, here’s the Happy Birthday Dean fic.
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After so many years of living in the bunker, Dean was no longer wired to sleep only four hours a night out of necessity. He was also not a morning person, never had been, so most days he allowed himself the luxury of sleeping in.
Today, however, something deep in his belly– anticipation, excitement– pulled him out of unconsciousness against his will. Eyes still closed and mind still jumbled, he couldn't imagine what it could be about, until the steady thumping underneath him was replaced by a hum and a voice so deep it never failed to send a shiver down his spine.
"Good morning."
Green eyes met loving blue, and Dean didn't bother fighting a smile or the urge. Not today. He reached up to run a finger along Cas's jaw, under his lips, down his neck. He kissed him, a hand cupping Cas's face as he used the other to push himself on top of him. He kissed Cas, whose fingers entangled themselves in Dean's hair, longer than he'd ever let it grow before. He kissed Cas, and by now it was both as natural as breathing and as striking as a blue moon.
Cas's hands traveled from Dean's hair down the nape of his neck and onto his shoulders. "It's early," he mumbled into Dean's lips. Dean shifted to check the clock, 5:32 am, and caught sight of the duffle bags next to their nightstand.
"Big day," he breathed out, propped up on his hands.
Cas donned a half-smile and a twinkle in his eye. "That it is," he said, and flipped them over. Once settled on top, Cas started trailing feather-light kisses along Dean’s jaw and down his neck, stopping to pay special attention to that one spot just under his ear that Cas knew drove him insane. His hands found their way under Dean’s t-shirt, caressing at his hipbones and traveling up his belly, not as solid as it once was. Dean could feel the love, the reverence, in every touch and kiss that Cas, his Cas, laid upon him. It left Dean a total mess.
Cas slowly found his way back to Dean’s lips, brushing over them with his tongue and seizing the opportunity Dean’s small gasp gave him. He swept over every crevice and corner of Dean’s mouth, once, a fleeting thing, before pulling away. It generated a whimper from the back of Dean’s throat that Cas had the audacity to smirk at.
“I love you,” he said, low and hoarse like a prayer, as he rested his forehead on top of Dean’s, breaths mingling together and eyelashes brushing against each other. “Happy birthday, Dean.”
42. Wow.
“So far?” Dean brought his hands up to grab Cas’s face like he was his lifeboat. “The best.”
Cas kissed him one more time, short and chaste, before dragging them both out of bed to get dressed. They found the others already waiting in the war room with their own bags. Sam and Eileen were still blinking sleep out of their eyes, but Jack had the energy of a golden retriever puppy and was the first out the door.
They stopped for breakfast at the 24-hour diner in town. They were the only lunatics there at 6 in the morning on a Sunday, and Dean made sure to tip that poor waitress well since she had to tolerate their growing rowdiness and excited chatter as they ate and gained their strength. Dean had to admit though, the energy that other townspeople were walking into was fantastic, especially after Cas went and chose some song by The Temptations at the jukebox (yes, there was a goddamn jukebox), prompting Dean to take him dancing around the place as best they could.
By the time they got back to the car, everyone was in great spirits, any and all morning grouchiness long vanished. They joked around and jammed the whole way, two hours passing by in seemingly nothing.
Warm sand and whispering freshwater welcomed Dean like they were created for him. Maybe they were. Maybe Cas made this particular lake. Dean looked ahead at him and Eileen, signing away at each other in between setting up the towels and chairs. So normal, so lively, so overwhelmingly human. The thought of Castiel, a creature of power beyond all mortal comprehension, molding mountains, and valleys, and lakes; it all seemed so foreign to Dean now. He was just Cas, standing there in a t-shirt and swim trunks, feet sinking into the sand, golden-rooted overgrown hair shifting in the wind. And it was all because of him. Cas was there, and Cas was human, for him. It’s something that hit Dean in waves sometimes, knocking the wind out of him and reminding him how absurdly lucky he is.
There was a chilly breeze in the air, the water was freezing, and they had the whole beach to themselves (because, again, lunatics). None of them ever waded too far into the water (pneumonia was still a very real thing), but none of them escaped un-splashed either.
Dean watched whatever game was being played without him as he came back from the bathroom at one point, Jack sitting on Sam’s shoulders and trying to avoid the water Cas tossed at them. Eileen was sitting on one of their chairs, reapplying sunscreen, and Dean alerted her of his presence with a hand on her shoulder before sitting on the chair next to her.
“So,” she started after a while, handing Dean a water bottle and opening her own. “Forty-two. How does it feel?”
Dean thought about it. He was alive. He was topside. He was at a goddamn beach, watching his kid fall off his brother’s shoulders as his… whatever Cas was, cackled in pure delight.
“Like a goddamn miracle,” he finally answered, and Eileen nodded. They tapped their bottles together, drank, and it wasn’t long before they were being dragged over to the water by their soaking wet significant others.
Not long before noon, they'd changed into everyday clothes and were walking back to the car, exhausted and starving. Their lunch stop had been picked out days beforehand, a steakhouse in Ellsworth where Dean made sure to mention it was his birthday before paying.
“Why do you need a discount?” Jack asked, once the waiter was out of earshot. “Aren’t our credit cards unlimited?”
“They are,” Dean replied. “We’ve got our Charlie to thank for that.”
Not that they still had her, of course. But Dean liked to thank her anyways.
“I wish I could’ve met her.”
Dean tossed an arm around Jack’s shoulders, ruffling the back of his head in the process. “So do I, kid.”
Dean decided Cas was riding shotgun on the way back to the bunker. Sam, exhausted from having lugged around both Jack and Eileen on his shoulders for a better part of the morning, had no complaints. He fell asleep not long after taking off, Eileen and Jack next to him following suit.
Dean turned down the pop station playing on the radio and rolled down the windows as he merged into the highway, letting the soft music and the wind rushing past his ears meld into a single background track. That track was sometimes interrupted, enhanced, by Cas humming along to whatever song was playing. Dean didn't recognize a single one, another reminder of how heartwarmingly human Cas was, developing his own taste in music and sharing it with him just as Dean had done for years.
The first time he hummed along, Dean reached over and laid his arm on the back of the seat, running his fingers through the strands at the nape of Cas's neck for a while. The second time, he placed his upturned hand on the seat and didn't have to wait long before Cas's hand snaked its way into it. The third time, Dean couldn't take the whole reaching over thing anymore, and tugged Cas's arm so he'd scoot closer. He planted his hand on Cas's thigh, and Cas rested his own hand on top of it. They stayed like that the whole ride back, only interrupted by Dean bringing Cas's hand up to his lips, or the other way around.
They only stopped for gas about twenty minutes out of Lebanon. They had enough to get home, but Dean hadn't let Baby's tank run empty since he was 25, and damn him, he wasn't going to start at 42.
They had nothing else planned, but Dean had full immunity and control over the day, and as he pulled into the gas station, he decided: movie night. He gave Cas a quick peck before heading inside and picking up some popcorn, M&M's, and licorice. He glanced outside, saw Sam had woken up and was on the phone, and grabbed even more licorice. He couldn't bitch about it today.
Sam hung up as soon as he caught sight of Dean walking back to the car.
"Who was that?" Dean asked.
"Oh. Uhhh… Jody."
"Oh, uh, Jody?"
"Yeah," Sam stammered. "She says happy birthday."
"Huh. Thought maybe she'd call me herself."
"She's busy, I guess," Sam said, quirking his head like he couldn't help but do when he lied.
"Right."
Dean slumped against the car as he filled the tank, and as Sam climbed back in, Cas climbed out, settling next to him.
"Is Sam lying to me, Cas?" He asked, studying the car wash sign far ahead.
"No, Dean," he heard Cas reply. "That was Jody he was talking to."
"But he is hiding something."
"Dean," Cas beckoned, and Dean turned to meet his eyes. "Trust him," he said, lacing their fingers together. "We wouldn't be devising anything malicious on your birthday."
Dean's eyebrows shot up. "We?"
Cas simply smiled and said “I love you,” kissing the back of his hand and then returning to the car.
In contrast to how fast two hours went by that morning, those 20 remaining minutes back to the bunker felt eternal. Sam kept texting on his phone, occasionally showing Eileen something on the screen, to which she'd smile and nudge him excitedly. It was driving Dean up the wall the more he watched them through the rearview mirror, and he was about to say something when Cas placed a hand on his knee and squeezed. Patience, his eyes said. Also I love you. Always, constantly, I love you. It calmed Dean down. At least, enough to reach the bunker without peeking at the backseat again.
Dean stepped through the threshold, formulating the movie list for tonight in his head, when-
"SURPRISE!"
Dean almost startled out of his skin. Streamers, balloons, confetti of every color imaginable, and a war table decked out in snacks awaited him below, along with a sea of faces of some of the best people he knew. Sam stood next to him and patted his back, wearing a proud grin on his stupid face. Dean turned back to find matching smiles on Cas, Eileen, and Jack, so taken aback that he wouldn't have started down the stairs had Jack not pulled him excitedly along.
Claire tackled him in a hug the second he came down the last step. "Now you're old," she said in his ear.
Dean didn't argue, just mumbled a quiet "yeah, yeah" as he squeezed her, planting a kiss on her hair before she pulled away.
Jody and Donna followed, then the other girls, congratulations and "happy birthday"s left and right. Garth awaited his turn, and Dean made sure to initiate the hug with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.
Over Garth's shoulder he spotted some faces. They were vaguely familiar, but one in particular was prominent in his memory, one he hadn't seen in far too long and now looked much older than at their last encounter. "Krissy?"
She smiled that cocky, crooked grin of hers. "Happy birthday, dweeb."
"Krissy Chambers, what d'ya know." He engulfed her in a hug, smiling at Aidan and Josephine behind her. "And you're all still together."
"Duh," Krissy scoffed, pulling away. "We're family."
Dean nodded, looking around as Sam, Cas, Eileen, and Jack said hi to everyone. A damn family alright.
And so the evening began. Everyone caught each other up, told some stories. Claire and Kaia were officially together, Krissy and Aidan were very much not. Baby Sam and Castiel were growing up great, and Garth was ecstatic to finally meet his son’s namesake. Donna brought freaking karaoke machine, so in between stuffing their faces with snacks (yes, licorice included, much to Sam’s disgust), everyone would take turns at the mic. Among the highlights: Alex, Patience, and Claire’s Since U Been Gone, Dean, Jody, and Donna’s Bennie and the Jets, Jack and Cas’s Don’t Stop Believing, and of course, a valiant collective effort for Sweet Caroline. Dean spent the night answering the "how does 42 feel" question. Made sure to give a different answer every time. "Like thirty." "Like sixty." "Like hell, and I would know." "Like heaven. Actually no, not that bad." Eileen smiled at him every time, because she knew. Like a miracle.
Dean was almost (almost) tired by the time the pie came around and the incredibly out of tune Happy Birthday chorus began. He was wearing two party hats at that point. Jack placed the pie in front of him, ‘HaPPy B-daY D!’ written in crust on top and Rice Krispy treats framing the plate. Dean sent Jack a knowing smile before reaching over to ruffle his hair in thanks.
“Make a wish,” Sam said beside him. Dean regarded him for a moment, then Cas at his other side, then Jack and Eileen and Claire and Jody and everyone around the table, all with a soft smile. He blew out the candles.
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“I would really like to ask you what you wished for, you know?” Cas said later that night, as he sat down next to Dean in their little library nook, everyone else long asleep. “But they say it’s supposedly bad luck to say it out loud. That it won’t come true.”
Dean pressed play on his phone and stood up. “Doesn’t matter,” he said, holding his hand out for Cas to take. Some Harry James piece filled the air as Dean pulled Cas close, studying every shade of blue in his eyes, every wrinkle that surrounded them, the outline of his lips and the shape of his jaw. He turned for a second to look at the party mess everyone promised to help clean up in the morning, then turned back to Cas. He met his lips, soft and deliberately slow, trying to speak volumes without saying a single word. It’s this. It’s you. It’s us. It’s love and family and peace. That’s my wish. That has always been and always will be my wish.
He pulled away and said, “It already came true.”
Cas happily nuzzled his face into the crook of Dean’s neck as they started swaying back and forth. They lost themselves in the music and each other, hands caressing and lips leaving soft kisses wherever they wanted. After who knows how many songs, neither of them could say, Cas mumbled into Dean’s shoulder.
“I love you.”
At long, long last, Dean finally replied.
“I love you too, Cas.”
Cas’s head shot up, and Dean caught only a brief sight of his eyes turning glassy before Cas pressed their lips together again, wanting and caring and so, so incredibly loving. It was as Cas pulled away that it dawned on Dean: he’d never, in his life, felt as happy, as satisfied, as loved as he did on this day.
“Happy birthday, Dean.”
And it was. It definitely was.
#15 minutes before midnight holy shit i did it#spn#supernatural#happy birthday dean winchester#dean#deancas#fic#fanfic#happy bday dean#gen.fics#fuck the finale#gen creates
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Pretty in Pearls, Chapter 6 (Jankie) - Plastiquedoll
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A/N: hi! it took me a while but here's a new update I hope you enjoy it! thank you for reading it! <3
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“I can’t do this anymore,” Jan complained.
Jackie lifted her gaze from the book she was reading.
“This is the third time you say that… algebra can’t possibly be that bad.”
“For your consideration, there aren’t even numbers on these exercises, it’s Math… there should be numbers… where are the numbers?” She whined.
“Don’t look at me, why do you think I chose Art History? After high school, I promised myself my relationship with calculus was over.”
Jan sighed but focused on the assignment once again.
“Okay… I’m done… that was the last exercise of the sheet. I refuse to keep using my brain for what’s left of the day.”
Jackie chuckled.
They were alone in the copy room. It had been one of those quiet days; it was raining outside so Jan’s practice had been canceled but luckily her friend enjoyed her company while she did homework as well. In the past two hours, only a lost student walked in begging for a copy of a study guide for a mid-term for the following day. Jackie had the radio on and she had let the younger chose the station, Jan had picked a bubblegum pop radio that kept playing songs from the ’00s and the 10’s –to which she had found Jackie mumbling the lyrics a couple of times.
As much as she hated to miss her practice, she had to admit it was the first time in two weeks she had a moment to breathe. With her responsibilities and new hobby involved, she barely had time to take a break.
Jackie had her eyes on the book and one hand on the computer’s keyboard. She had been writing notes non-stop since her meeting with the dean. As she had explained it to Jan, her complaint had been discussed, and even when she presented a well-written note and had some witnesses to back it up, the only thing the university was doing was reprimand him and, –since it was the first time someone had said something about the professor’s behavior- let him continue his classes with a warning.
In terms of Jackie’s situation, they had dictated that she’d be able to present a final assignment that would include several –if not all- units of the program, and it would be evaluated by a panel of professors from similar backgrounds, to make it fair. The thing was that her former professor was the one that had formulated the questions and, aside from being a lot, they were pretty gimmicky and for all those reasons, she had started the assignment way earlier than the semester was over, just to be sure.
“Okay, I’m done for the day too.” She closed her notebook. “I feel like there’s smoke coming from my ears or something.”
“Oh, was it you? I thought it was one of the machines.”
Jackie scrunched her nose. “Anyway, it seems like it’s a slow day and I have ten more minutes here so… Do you want to go watch a movie at the cinema?”
“At the cinema? Whoa… I haven’t thought about it but it’s been ages since I went to watch a movie…”
“Is that a yes…?” Jackie did her best to hide her nervousness behind the question.
“Sure. But I have to warn you, I’m not good with horror movies.” Jan shrugged.
“I saw that coming… But there’s this old cinema called Bellamy, we could ride the subway and would be there in no time. They play random movies every day so we could just get there and grab a couple of tickets for the next feature. What do you say?”
“Sounds good to me. Oh! I’ll put it on the group chat in case anyone else wants to tag along.”
Jackie’s lips turned into a thin line. “Okay… you do that and I’ll finish here.”
Jan hadn’t even noticed the shift in the girl’s mood, she was way too excited typing the message on her phone.
“I hope you’re not upset but it seems it’s going to be just me and you,” Jan mentioned while Jackie closed the door of the copy room. “Everyone’s plans or they are studying or… I don’t know.”
“Oh… no… it’s fine by me if it’s fine for you.”
“Of course! It’ll be fun!” She smiled.
It was still raining outside so they shared Jackie’s red umbrella that matched with her rain boots.
“What’s with this downpour?” Jackie wiped some drops from her clothes once they got underground. “Okay, here we go.”
Jan seemed amused. “I have never ridden the subway… well, back when I was like four I’m sure my mom took us me and my brother but I have no memories of it whatsoever.”
“You’ll get used to it quickly. Honestly, it’s one of the easiest ways to travel when it’s not packed.”
Without objecting, Jan followed Jackie’s lead up close. They almost coordinated steps to avoid puddles while running; the comical situation got them laughing at loud all their way to the subway station.
“I’m out of breath.” Jackie leaned against one column before closing the umbrella.
They shook some drops out of their clothes and waited for the subway to arrive. When it arrived not even five minutes later, they rushed to climb onto the wagon before they got pushed by others passengers. At least with the rain, there was place to move and even some seats available.
Jan had decided she liked riding the subway, it was a great place to observe the diversity of the fauna of the city. There were all kinds of people around probably heading to their works or their homes or to meet friends or just somewhere different. It was exciting, to consider the unlimited possibilities.
She looked at Jackie and displayed a giant grin that had the other girl blushing lightly and looking away.
“So how did you find this place?” Jan asked after a couple of minutes.
It caught Jackie out of guard. “Huh? What do you mean?” She frowned lightly.
“I was wondering how did you find this place since it’s not near the campus.”
“Oh that… I actually discovered it a couple of years ago. Things at home with my mom after the divorce weren’t precisely on the best terms so after school I never got straight back there. Instead, I started wandering around and taking the subway or the bus to go anywhere really.” Her voice threatened with breaking but she quickly cleared her throat. “One of those times I ended up in this old building, a theatre with so much history and they played these movies I had never seen before so… I stayed there ever since.”
“Whoa… that’s…” Jan wanted to reach for her hand but the older girl hurried to jump off the seat.
“This is our stop.” She pointed out.
“Alright. We’re here.”
“We are.” Jackie showed her a smile and grabbed the umbrella, ready to face the rain. “Let’s go.”
They had arrived just in time for Carrie but since Jan had stated she didn’t enjoy horror films, they waited ten minutes for the next movie to start. Coincidentally, it was My Fair Lady with Audrey Hepburn so it would also work for research purposes –or that was what Jan said- aside from the fact she had never watched it.
Jackie couldn’t say she was a newbie to Hepburn’s movies, she had watched all of them at least once but having company was new to her. Since getting into college she had stopped needing the cinema as an escape, a way to avoid reality at least for a couple hours; it was after meeting her friends and starting her classes that she eventually had less time to go there or simply, didn’t need it anymore.
Now, it was a whole different scenario. She had Jan next to her and it was a bit magical to see her in the dark with the light of the screen reflecting on her face, something that made her heart race. She would’ve died to hold her hand at that instant but it was true that she’d also die if she touched her as if Jan held the power of burning her with a mere contact.
Then, the screen went black and the credits started rolling, the movie was over.
They waited until most people had left the room and then they walked out.
“So, did you like the movie?”
Jan tilted her head. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a period piece from time to time and the costumes were iconic but… Professor Higgins is awful!” She gestured with her hands to emphasize her displeasure. “He spent all this time torturing Eliza… changing her to the point where she couldn’t go back to her life. That’s a psychopath.”
“Oh thank God, we agree.” Jackie sighed with relief.
“No wonder Rosé and her classmates changed part of the plot because…”
“Yeah. I’m dying to see that. How are the rehearsals going by the way?”
“They are great, I have a small part… the equivalent of one of those ladies on the horse races and I appear in two numbers but the rehearsals are so much fun with everyone. It's a nice group of people that are passionate about musicals.”
They got out of the room and saw the people already gathering for the next feature. The smell of popcorn was strong in the air just like the humidity of the rain on the carpet.
Jackie spotted a familiar face and her eyes lighted up. “Oh my God, Sophie!” She waved toward a short old woman with white hair and giant round glasses. “Jan, you have to meet Sophie”
“Jackie, darling.” She shuffled toward them. She pulled Jackie for a tight hug. The woman barely reached her waist.
“Sophie, this is my friend, Jan.” She introduced them.
“Hi-” Before Jan could say something else, Sophie also hugged her.
“Sophie is the owner of the theatre,” Jackie explained once the old lady let the younger breathe.
“Oh! That’s awesome. It’s really nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too. I have waited for ages for Jackie to finally bring a special someone…”
“No!” Jackie shook her head. “It’s- It’s not like that at all… We’re friends.”
“Pardon me, it’s only that when you introduced me to this lovely young lady I just thought… maybe someone had finally melted your cold façade.”
“Oh, Sophie… what are you saying?” She laughed nervously, her face was completely red. “Don’t listen to her… she’s old.”
Jan giggled. “It’s alright. I adore Jackie, she’s one of my best friends.”
“I haven’t seen this one in a while, you’d think she vanished or something.” The woman pointed.
“I’m sorry, Sophie. I should’ve called you at least.”
“For sure.” Sophie nagged.
“It won’t happen again… I’ll come back more often after the midterms, I promise it.”
“Oh darling, you haven’t heard, have you?”
Jackie looked puzzled. “What?”
“The Bellamy is going to be demolished.”
“What?!” The girl’s jaw dropped to the floor.
“How?” Jan asked, in disbelief as well.
“Well, a group of rich people has decided this is the perfect location to build one of those department stores.”
“No, no, no… this can’t be. This place is sacred, part of the cultural heritage of the city, it can’t be destroyed to build a mall.”
The old lady shrugged. “There’s not much I can do about it, it’s already written.” She patted Jackie’s shoulder. “Listen, honey, the important thing is that this place served its purpose for a long, long time and we got to enjoy it.”
Jackie was on the verge of tears. “How can you say that? How can you give up just like that? Without even putting a fight? The Bellamy is not just another cinema.”
The girl stormed out of the theatre before anyone else could say something.
“Wait! Jackie!” Jan shouted but she lost the girl in the crowd. “I’m sorry, I’m sure she didn’t mean any of that.” She softly explained to Sophie.
“You don’t need to tell me, I know. Now go after her, she needs a friend right now.”
“Yeah… I will…” Jan turned around.
“Oh, and Jan, one more thing,” Sophie called. “keep an eye on her, she seems inscrutable sometimes but she’s sensitive underneath.”
Jan displayed a tiny smile. “I know.”
“Jackie! Jackie wait!”
As if it didn’t matter at all, it had stopped raining.
She found the elder laying against the wall, next to a Casablanca poster that had been there since… well… probably since Casablanca first premiered.
Jackie’s cheeks were wet and her eyes reddened but she had wiped all the tears before Jan got closer.
“Hey… I’m so sorry.” Jan looked at her with soft eyes.
Jackie closed her eyes and sighed loudly. “I can’t believe it… this theatre is a home to me.”
“There must be a way to save it, we’ll figure something out.”
“I don’t know… it seems impossible… even Sophie has renounced.”
“Then we’ll convince her as well.” Jan grabbed her wrists. “We’ll find a way, there’s always a way.”
“Okay, Disney Channel Original Movie motivational speech.”
Jan chuckled. “What do you say if –for now- we go home and pick something to eat? I’m starving and... is it me or popcorn buckets are getting smaller?”
She got a smile from Jackie, that was a win.
“Plus, if I want to become a subway expert I’m supposed to ride it again, right?”
“I suppose that’s correct.”
“I’m telling you, I know this vegetarian place that has the best eggplant tacos and veggie sushi…” Jackie was commenting when they returned to the dorms.
“Sounds amazing, just let me pick some money from my room and we’ll be ready to go. You can come with me if you want.”
“Alright.”
They climbed the stairs until Jan stopped in her tracks making Jackie almost bump into her.
“Hey, careful there…”
But the brunette was petrified, watching the scene that happened on the very same floor of her dormitory. It took Jackie a moment to locate the event that had caused such commotion but as soon as she saw it, she just wished her friend hadn’t.
There he was, Nathan, the object of her affections, walking out the room of a girl that lived in the building. A different girl, it wasn’t the girl from the first day or another girl she had seen him with before. This was a gorgeous girl –like the others- but there was something different about him -him with her- the way he put the missing lock behind her ear and got closer to press a chaste kiss on her lips, the way they smiled after their lips touched.
Jan felt sick to her stomach, her face got pale and she barely could hold the tears.
The couple returned to the room and right when the door closed, she ran directly to her room. She desperately searched for the keys.
“Jan? Are you…?” Jackie touched her shoulder.
Jan sobbed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine… I just… I need to find the keys… it’s like I can’t find them anywhere.” She kept rummaging her backpack without result.
It was too late, she broke into tears, her knees gave in and she ended on the floor.
“I’m sorry, this must look so stupid in comparison to the theatre but… It hurts so badly.” Her voice broke into pieces. “I keep telling myself it’s just another girl but there’s always another girl… It's exhausting.”
“Oh, Jan… no…” Jackie kneeled next to her and embraced her in a hug. “It’s not you.”
“I know that… it will never be me.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
She finally found her keys and got up.
“I’m sorry, Jackie. I’ve lost my appetite.” Her voice sounded weak, distant.
“No, wait… you don’t have to be alone right now.” Jackie hurried to stand up.
“I really… really… want to be alone.” She sobbed harder. “I don’t want you to see me like this.” She closed the door on Jackie’s face as soon as she got in.
“Jan!” Jackie knocked on the door. “Jan… please don’t do this. Jan, please… open the door.”
She tried for another five minutes but finally gave up. Jan wasn’t opening the door and the best Jackie could do was texting Rosé hoping the girl would come home earlier to take care of her.
It broke Jackie’s heart to see her like that, especially for a guy like Nathan, one that wasn’t worth the tears.
The following day, it surprised Jackie to find a text message from Jan early in the morning –earlier than any of her classes.
From Jan 🐻: Meet me at Lucky’s before class. It’s important.
Jackie jumped out of bed and rushed to get ready as soon as she read it, after a night of poor sleep she was waiting for that text message.
She walked straight to the diner and found her friend sitting on a table with her computer open and her pink-haired roommate sitting in front of her.
“Hey...” She approached the table.
“Jackie, you’re here!” Jan greeted with the same energetic tone she had –even that early in the morning. Although she looked hyped, the bags under her eyes told a different story.
“Uh… Are you okay?” Jackie asked before taking a seat next to her. She also eyed Rosé who just shrugged.
“Peachy.” She smiled. “Would you like a cup of coffee maybe? Waffles? Pancakes? French toast?”
“The waffles are really good.” Rosé pointed.
“Thanks… I’ll have some eggs maybe but… what’s going on? Yesterday…”
“Yesterday was yesterday and today is today.” Jan gestured with her hands. “I texted you because I have something super important to show you.” She pointed at her computer's screen.
That was it? They were going to pretend the Nathan incident hadn’t happened at all? Well, at least for Jan, that was the case.
“Alright… tell me.”
“So, I did some research and I believe it is possible to save the theatre if we gather enough evidence to prove it has historic importance for the city.” The page of the culture ministry was opened along with at least fifty different tabs on the subject.
“And how exactly are you going to do that?” Jackie raised an eyebrow.
“I was hoping you’d come with an idea since you know the place better than me. Maybe Sophie could tell us some story or we could do our own research.”
Jackie sighed. “I guess it could work but we’d need to invest hours on this and… are you sure you want to do it? I feel like you have a lot on your plate already.”
“Oh no, she devoured the pancakes the second the plate touched the table, trust me.” Rosé assured.
“I was hungry and I didn’t eat them right away, they drew a face with the blueberries so I took a picture and posted it on Instagram first.” She shook her head. “As I was saying, this is important for you, Jackie and I want to help.” She stared at her, hoping she would convince her with those arguments.
“Jan, I’m worried about you.”
“Don’t even try it.” Rosé mumbled. “I already did and she chose to ignore me categorically so I followed her here to make sure she didn’t jump from a bridge or something.”
“She’s also here to hit on my coworker so it’s really a win-win situation.”
They high-fived.
“That’s lovely… but we should talk about what happened last night…”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Jan stated. “I’m fine.”
“Yeah, I don’t think…”
But Jackie was interrupted by Denali.
“Hi, how’s it going over here? Do you guys want something else?” She had her eyes fixed on her notebook.
“Can I get a cup of Americano and scrambled eggs?” Jackie asked. She needed some coffee to go through it.
“Right away. Do you girls would like something else? More coffee?”
“We’re good.” Jan smiled.
“Oh, Jan, I have your check over there if you want to collect it right now.”
“Thank you, Nali. I’ll be there in a second.”
Rosé cleared her throat. “I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
But it was like the cat had caught the pink-haired girl’s tongue.
“…if you can pour more coffee for me?”
“Sure.” She smiled politely but it was clear that Ros�� was melting inside.
Once the waitress left, all the eyes were on Rosé.
“What? I got paralyzed. I can’t do it. I can’t. It is physically impossible for me to ask her out, my body reacts like that.”
“I believe, as science people and Twitter users have once referred to it, that's a case of gay panic. Have you tried in a different way?” Jackie asked before sipping some of Jan’s coffee. “What is this?” She winced.
“Decaffeinated.”
“Ugh…”
“Bitch, I have tried… I even left my number written on a $20 bill when I went to the bathroom earlier, hoping she’d see it but it’s like I’m invisible.”
“That’s not right. Denali loves to flirt and she’s single so I don’t see why she wouldn’t say yes. Oh, I know, you could invite her to the play's opening night.”
Jackie looked at the younger, Jan had dodged the conversation about her but there was no way her friend wasn’t going to dig into it later.
“Maybe I can pave the way for you… find out if she’s having a rough morning or something that affects her response.”
“Would you do that for me?” Rosé didn’t sound so sure about it.
“Of course, I have to pick up my check… my first check here.”
“Congratulations.” Jackie smiled at her.
“Thank you.” She then touched her roommate’s arm. “Leave it to me. I’ll be subtle.”
“Jan…” Before Rosé could say something, she was already heading toward the counter.
“Was it bad?” Jackie asked once the brunette left.
“Girl… You have no idea.” Rosé sighed.
“Thank you, Nali.” Jan held the check proudly in her hands.
“Is your name correct?”
“Yes, it’s perfect.”
“Remember you work tomorrow so have a moderate amount of fun with it and stay away from ice skates and acrylic nails hot sales… Huh… I guess that only applies to me.” Denali turned around.
“Denali… I was wondering…”
The raven-haired girl dropped a pile of napkins.
“Shit. Don’t tell anyone but I forgot to put my contacts on this morning and basically, I can’t see shit without these giant glasses.” She murmured before quickly putting a pair of dark frame glasses on. She grabbed the napkins and after typing something on the computer, took them off immediately.
“Oh… that explains a lot actually…”
“What do you mean?”
Subtle Jan, subtle.
“So my roommate likes you.”
Denali almost tripped. “Wait, what?”
“She’s been trying to ask you out for the past weeks but she feels like you’re ignoring her.”
Denali dragged Jan behind the counter with her and kneeled before putting the glasses back on.
“Which one is your roommate?” She whispered.
“The one with the pink hair that comes here often… is a regular. You can't ignore her she's like one of those anime main characters with the funky hair.”
“Oh my God, Fine Wine is your roommate?”
“What?”
“She’s always singing that Kylie Minogue song and I thought it was a joke since you guys call her Rosé but…”
“That’s her name.”
“Well, she is fine wine.” Denali pushed the glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yeah? She even left a $20 bill with her number as a tip for you?”
“That was her?! I thought it was one of the creepy guys from table six. Oh my God…” She grabbed the jar of tips and started searching for the bill.
“Bitch if I’m missing a single dollar from that jar I swear to God…” Kandy yelled from the other side of the diner.
“Shut up, I’m in the middle of something here…” Finally, she pulled out the bill with pink glitter ink.
“It says XOXO Rosé.”
“What part of «I’m not wearing glasses» you didn't catch?”
"Is that a yes, though?
Denali nodded. She removed the glasses and waved toward their table. “Hey Rosé, if you’re not busy tonight, I’ll call you!”
Rosé blushed instantly but she nodded with a smile on her face.
Jackie, behind her, just shook her head, acknowledging that the shenanigans of her friend had worked out once again.
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Scottish pop singer/songwriter Dean Ford was born as Thomas McAleese on 5th September 1946 in Airdrie.
You wait all year for a Scottish singer/songwriter to appear, and two come along at once. Dean Ford was one of the most underrated artistes Scotland ever produced.
Tom, as he was still known as back then first began singing in public accompanying a jazz ensemble at the local Whifflet parish church dance hall. He formed his first musical group The Tonebeats at age 13, one of several he hooked up with during his teenage years. By the time he left Clifton High School in Coatbridge at age 15, he had been gaining more exposure as a featured singer. His break came after a performance with the Monarchs at the Barrowland Ballroom in Glasgow in 1963, where he was seen by members of the popular east Glasgow band The Gaylords and subsequently invited to join the group.
McAleese adopted his stage name (a moniker he coined by combining the names Dean Martin and Tennessee Ernie Ford) and The Gaylords were re-christened Dean Ford and the Gaylords. With hopes of achieving more commercial success, Ford and the band relocated to London in 1965. The bands name came from a notorious post war Chicago Gaylords street gang.
Although the band were very popular and despite being crowned ‘Scotland’s Top Group’,they struggled to break through into the big time. The band changed their name in 1966, but although they were well received , they still struggled to make progress, this was despite Jimi Hendrix describing their 1967 song I see the rain, as the 'best cut of 1967, it did however make it to the top of the charts in The Netherlands!
Things started to go their way that year though when they played as Pink Floyds support at London’s Marquee Club, they started mixing it with the likes of The Who, Joe Cocker, Traffic Gene Pitney and The Tremeloes.They still lacked that chart success and CBS threatened to drop the band if they didn’t deliver soon, they famously rejected the song, Everlasting Love in 1967, Love Affair took the song to the top of the charts! Eventually the band had a hit with Lovin’ Things the following year, their follow up fared less well but in 1969 Marmalade became the first Scottish group to ever top that charts with Lennon and McCartney’s Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da.
Marmalade went on to have 8 more top 40 hits over the years, my favourite was written by Ford and band member Junior Campbell, Reflections of My Life. Marmalade continue to show up at these 60’s shows but as far as I am aware none of the original band remain.
Dean lived in Los Angeles for much of his later life, but never forgot his routes, recording and releasing his final album, This Scottish Heart just two months before his death, the album of course having a Scottish theme with tracks like Glasgow Road, Bonnie Mary, Made in Scotland and For MacDougall included in the 30 songs, which also featured a remake of my fave Marmalade song, Reflections of my Life.
In 1998 Dean and Campbell were awarded a Special Citation of Achievement by BMI for attaining radio broadcast performances in excess of one million in the U.S. alone.
Dean, Thomas McAleese passed away suddenly on Hogmanay 2018 in Los Angeles, at the age of 72.
A plaque is being unveiled in Whifflet Public Park, Coatbridge today sometime, the ceremony will be a quiet affair due to social distancing.
This Scottish Heart
Hearts of fire in kilts we swagger
The lion red on gold
Truth be known I miss it much
For Scotland's pride is in my blood
Pick your partner
For we're dancing the old St. Bernard's Waltz
Bonnie lassie, take my hand
And I will never let you fall
Gone, gone are the days
Of the wild, wild rover
A song on his lips for everyone
Now with friends of mine for auld lang syne
And Rabbie's words hit home
Though sadness comes, the sadness goes
This Scottish heart still overflows
Gone, gone are the days
Of the wild, wild rover
A song in his heart forever
Oh, now, here's to you and here's to me
When Rabbie's words hit home
Though sadness comes, the sadness goes
This Scottish heart still overflows
This Scottish heart still overflows
This Scottish heart, this Scottish heart
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Sinful Symphonies
“This song again?” You rub your temples, your eye twitching as the sound of heavy metal drones on in your head. It overwhelms the sound of your own music. Setting down your palette, you drop your paintbrush into a jar of solvent before marching to your radio resting on the windowsill of your room.
Lowering the volume, you wait for the music on your other’s “side” to soften. You honestly pity their eardrums if they listen to music this loudly.
Soon, the music stops altogether.
Good.
You crank up your own music to full blast. A smug smile tugs at your lips.
“Hope you like jazz, jerk face.”
Ever since the day you were born, music seemed to stream constantly to you from your other half’s side. Whether it was night or day, music played ceaselessly. When you were young, you’d make a game of playing your favorite records to try and share your tastes with your soulmate, hoping they’d eventually show an interest in the same music.
Their music didn’t change exactly, mostly sticking to classics and rock, but on nights when your room grew uncomfortably quiet, soft music would play and lull you to sleep.
Childhood was fun, full of guessing games and the like, but the tune changed when you reached your teens. As supers made more and more appearances in your life, the music grew darker and twisted, as if the person on the other side was directly affected in some way.
Soon, your game of appeasing your other evolved into a game of bothering them as they did you. Some days you won, some you lost. You blasted ballads and pop songs while they flooded you with death metal and songs you couldn’t decipher. You won the mornings while they won the nights. Mostly when you were preparing to sleep.
At the very least, they didn’t often get hurt. That, you were grateful for. Pain is also shared between soulmates, though the physical wound of the other is only momentary for the partner.
“Still, you have a wicked sense of humor, love.” You sigh, rubbing your eyes as the memory of flesh falling from your face comes to mind. There’s been plenty of times where your body ached from phantom shifting, but the physical wounds always hurt the most. “Making me worry about you when you put yourself in situations like that.”
Perhaps they're a hero or a villain. Its entirely possible. Supers put themselves in harms way all the time. Maybe it wasn’t recklessness but the goodness of their hearts that drove them into danger.
...or they were just a prankster
Either way, they were getting drop kicked to the heavens when you found them.
“Now that I think of it, they have to be pretty old if they’ve been at this since I was born.” You muse to yourself, brushing your hair back as you pick up where you left off on the canvas covered in oil paint before you.
“Maybe I’ll paint you one day.”
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“Starting off with Dean Martin I see” you adjust the strap of your supply bag to rest more comfortably across your chest. The smooth crooning of the late singer invades your thoughts; its a nice change of pace. “You must be having a good day huh?” Exiting your car, you hum along to the song as you open the trunk of your car to take out your painting.
For your college class, you decide to bring in your painting of the final battle between the Headless Rider and Bright Knight; a super-villain and superhero who later disappeared from the public’s eye. You were pretty damn proud of the piece, seeing how it had taken you weeks to finish.
Entering the liberal and performing arts center, you head for the elevators. On the way you pass by several.. odd looking individuals. They were robots. However, living in a world full of supers means not much phases you anymore.
Shrugging, you continue your journey and makes your way up to the 11th floor. Passing by Mara, one of your classmates, the two of you start up a conversation about the sudden appearance of the Four Horsemen. Mercenaries that arrived from Calamni {a country far to the south}, the Horsemen brought with them a new wave of terror; ranging from riots to bio weapons. They didn't act on their own but would do nearly anything for the right price.
“I’m afraid to go outside at night.. I hear Pestilence is preparing something real nasty. They say she’s the one behind the break in at the CDC.” Mara says, her skin turning ashen at the thought of the pale rider.
”Are you up to date on all your shots?” You respond jokingly, smiling down at the shorter girl.
Mara whines and clutches her sculpture to her chest,”Its not funny, I get sick super easily. And what if my soulmate is in the area of the attack? I don’t want to lose them before I even meet them!”
“I’m sure you and your soulmate will be just fine” You reassuringly state,”Just drink a lot of orange juice and take your vitamins.” You wink playfully.
Your classmate frowns. ”What about you, aren’t you worried about your soulmate?”
“They’ve gone through worse than a little cold. I think they’ll be just fine” They didn’t seem to feel worried, if the transitioning sound to Frank Sinatra was any indication of their mood.
Diverting from your original discussion, you both prepare yourselves for the upcoming critiques.
However, before you can step through the doors to class, a rattling boom shakes you both to the core. You drop to the ground and assess the environment around you.
The floor titters and jolts.
Never a good sign.
“Oh gods please-!” Mara shouts as the ceiling begins to crack and bend.
‘Time to go.’ You think.
Jumping to your feet you yank Mara up, leaving behind your painting as you run to the emergency stairs,”Lets get out of here!”
Mara clutches your sleeve as people fleeing from classrooms bump and push against her. Many head towards the closest stairway while others rush towards the windows in hopes of flagging down help from the outside.
“What if the stairs are blocked!” Mara screams over the sound of mayhem.
You yank open the door and begin your descent,”We’ll burn that bridge when we get there!”
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True to Maras fear, the stairway was blocked in by bent beams and debris.
Still, music comes from your other.
Such lovely music in such a shitty time.
Mara backs away and begins tangling her fingers in her hair,”We have to call the police!”
You mumble,”They won’t get here in time, the building will collapse by then.” Peeking under a leaning beam, you spot a ray of light. A small whistle can be heard from the other side as well.
Wind?
“I think the explosion must’ve caused the rubble to break the wall on the other side.” You back up slightly, flinching as the foundations above you begin to groan.
“We aren’t strong enough to get through, and we’re still on the 7th floor! There’s no way we would survive that fall!”
“Actually..” You whisper nervously,”I am strong enough..”
With a flick of your wrists, gauntlets form around your hands and down to your elbows; encasing them in polished metal.
“H..how-“ Mara sputters, instantly recognizing the emblem on the back of your hands. She presses herself against the wall, glancing at the stairs behind her.
“You’re a Horseman” she squeaks,”the same family as-“
You raise your hands in defense,”Same as the Headless Rider and the Four. Yes, but I promise I mean you no harm.”
Mara laughs incredulously,”You’re trying to make us jump 7 stories, what do you by mean ‘you no harm’?! How do I know that your clan isn’t the one behind this attack?!”
“They may be infuriating but my siblings would never kill me off like this, trust me, we pinky swore as kids. Now, I know this is weird but it’s either jumping or getting crushed to death.” You intercede before she can interrupt,”And I don’t think either of our soulmates would like that very much.”
Gulping down several deep breaths Mara looks past you to the rubble blocking the wall.
”..You can’t just clear the rest of the stairs..?”
“I’m fast but not that fast” The rumbling grows deafening. Even from here, the sounds of screaming can be heard from upstairs. But it too is silenced by the destruction.
You growl,”Choose now Mara!”
“Okay!” Mara whimpers,”Okay! Please, get us out of here.”
Pivoting on your heel, you strike the rubble with gauntlets glowing like a steel forge. Instantly, the cement gives way, turning to dust and leaving only beams that are easily pushed away. Making a clear path to the opening in the wall, you break the edges of the wall to widen the hole further.
As expected, wind whips your face as you loom over the opening. Squinting against the biting breeze, you spot the cause of the explosion at the base of the building.
The robots from before are lugging out bag after bag of artifacts and large containment tubes of delicate articles and manuscripts. Smaller bots stand at the ground level of your current building with armfuls of explosives.
For a moment, you question why they would target your building when it holds nothing of importance. But then you remember the security office on the first floor that has direct phone access to the League of Heroes.
And the other building..
“They were after the restoration sector.” You mutter under your breath,”All this destruction for some silly papers..” Backing up from the opening, you summon the rest of your signature armor to shield your body. Your clan would definitely scold you for revealing herself to a civilian, but you would get even worse if you revealed yourself to the whole school.
“I’m going to jump. Whatever you do, don’t squirm, okay?” Lifting Mara into your arms, you brace yourself to jump.
You weren’t afraid of heights after your training with your siblings, but that didn’t make you fond of the idea of falling.
Mara covers her face with one hand while latching the other around your neck,”Please don’t drop me.”
You walk up the hole,”I don’t know, that sounds pretty tempting.”
“You better not-“ Mara is cut off as you both go plummeting down, her words die in her throat as she screams in terror at the sudden free fall.
On the other hand, you take this moment to look for any sign of the lead villain. Usually when robots are involved, the brains behind the operation is nearby to ensure their plan goes smoothly. But all you could see was a flash of green scaling the second building and what must’ve been a science major panicking below it as you fell.
Poor guy looked like he was losing his shit. You chuckle under your helmet.
Nearing impact, you adjust your grip on Mara to aim your right fist at the ground.
War was the brawler in the family, but that didn’t mean you didn’t pack a punch.
Releasing a wave of violet energy, the force exerted slows the fall just enough to allow you to land with minor injuries. Left with a light sprain and a crick in the neck from Maras grip, you hide behind a bush near the back of the art department.
Mara reluctantly opens her eyes, sighing with relief at the sight of safe and sturdy ground. Looking up at you, she smiles sheepishly,”Thank you ..for helping me.”
You smile under the helmet, the slits for eyes emitting a soft lavender glow.
“You’re welcome. But know that if you tell anyone my secret I will have to kill you.”
“Duly noted.” Mara laughs with a twinge of nerves.
Setting her down gently, you wait for her to regain her balance before pointing to the robots,”I’ll handle them, you get out of here and make sure the school contacts the LoH.”
Mara nods, running to the main campus.
Left alone, you crack your knuckles as you approach the restoration building.
‘I don’t want to set the world on fire’ plays on in your head, a silent requiem for the collapsing building behind you.
Debris passes by you as the floors finally cave in.
Your soulmate gave you numerous injuries.
They could handle yours.
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Flug had many fears, mostly two-
“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! LOOK AT ME NERD!”
Three. Three fears.
The first being Black Hat, who just recently took Flug on as his chief scientist. He would have been overjoyed were it not for his new masters record with past employees.
Dead, dead, double dead, mutilated horribly, missing, eaten, exsanguinated, excravated, eviscerated, and so on.
No one ever just “quit”. Unless they “quit life” but that decision seemed to be Black Hat’s instead of theirs.
His second fear was still Black Hat, but it mostly was towards the idea of failing him and turning out like the people before him. Flug was durable due to experiments he tested on himself and maybe even some of his heritage.. but he was surely not durable enough to face the incarnation of evil himself and get away unscathed.
His third fear was the woman above him currently frightening the people stuck inside the building she was climbing.
She was his creation, in a way, mixing lizard DNA with a normal human to test hybridization and its affects on the human psyche. While it did give the subject an immunity to most poisons, heightened strength and the ability to climb walls-among other things- her mindset was changed drastically.
He’d have to remember to ask Black Hat just what lizard he gave him for the experiment.
“Hey doc, what are we gonna do with these guys!” Dememcia waves excitedly to the people inside, grinning at the fear in their eyes.
Flug adjusts his goggles,”Leave them I guess? We just need a few more documents and we’ll be done here.” Why a lower class villain would want these papers were beyond him. Based on his research and examinations of security footage, they weren’t very important at all. Maybe this villain just had an odd hobby.
Unlatching herself from the building, Demencia rolls to the ground, landing perfectly on her feet.. Stretching her arms over her head, she counts the hatbots retreating from the structure.
“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7- hey!” A blast singes the top of her head, burning her hoodie.
Flug turns around and cocks the blaster in his hand,”Who’s there!”
You approach them silently with your gauntlet pointed to Demencia. Activating your vocal distortion box you hiss,”So many bots for a simple college run, eh?”
Demencia smiles menacingly,”Look Flug, a new bug to squish!”
Flug’s squints, doing a quick evaluation of the villain who-! His eyes widen in fear.
”Demencia wait!”
Demencia launches herself with full force, effectively slamming you into the ground with a heavy thud.
Digging your fingers into the hybrids hair, you headbutt her, letting go after hearing a wet crunch of bone.
Demencia jumps away, wiping a trail of blood running from her nose,”Ohhh, I like you~” Her eyes shine with excitement.
“Can’t say the same” You stand and wince at the throbbing pain forming behind your eyes. Unlike your siblings who had a natural buffer to keep them from feeling the affects of their abilities, you inherited drawbacks from your mothers side. The more you fought, the more your body suffered.
Power came at a price.
A sudden blow to your diaphragm knocks the air out of your lungs, causing you to skid back several feet
You allow yourself only a moment to catch your breath.
‘Pitiful’ you think to yourself,’I’ve let myself become soft.’ You look to the girl in front of you, her fist bloody but her grin still plastered on her face.
You weren’t Conquest, or War, or Pestilence, or even Death.
But you weren’t weak.
Your gauntlets begin to glow as your armor shifts. Slamming them together, they morph to form spikes along the knuckles.
Flug calls out again to Demencia who dances in place, unaware of the enemy in front of her drawing closer,”Don’t let her hit you!”
“Aww come on doc, she’s just a poser! Look-“
Demencia is knocked to her knees.
Blast after blast, spikes of energy pierce her body, sending her further into the ground.
Fumbling with his blaster, Flug retrieves a remote from his coat, pressing a bright red button.
“H-Hatbots, attack!”
#villainos#villainous#flug#demencia#black hat#blackhat#black hat x reader#blackhat x reader#villainous x reader#villainos x reader#soulmate au#gonna be slow ish#definitely ooc#because lets be honest#black hat aint a sweetheart#bUt He WiLl bE#part 1#sinful symphonies#god tests me
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because you reblogged it & I'd love for you to talk about it: "13. Favorite albums, songs, movies, and tv shows of 2019" + books, podcasts, etc. also not necessarily 'were published/came out' in 2019 but which /you/ found and fell in love with this year c:
This is basically the year I discovered my love for David Tennant the most adorable Scottish beanpole in existence (almost 10 years after everyone else did, but oh well). So a lot of stuff I consumed in 2019 is related to him. Prepare for the endless praise.
It all started with Good Omens which I am absolutely in love with. After spending years in the tragic canon that is supernatural (Dean/Cas *coughs*) these ineffable dumbasses were such a breath of fresh air. There is so much fluff in this show, even though it is about the fricking Apokalypse. Bless, Neil and Terry honestly. I can’t wait to finally get my DVD for Christmas so I can binge the deleted scenes. I need more Crowley/Aziraphale being soft in my life.
Broadchurch broke my heart and established me as a DT fangirl. The acting in this show is absolutely phenomenal. I enjoyed that this series explored how a community and individual people deal with tragedy instead of focusing narrowly on the crime itself. It fascinated me to no end. Also, Hardy yelling ‘MILLAAAAAR’ in his Scottish accent is such a meme and it amuses me to no end.
David Tennant does a podcast was hilarious and I spend many hours on my train rides listening to it. He is friends with most of the people he interviews and it gave such a warm intimate feeling to the show. There were inside jokes and just plain goofing around which is fantastic. Especially in this day and age where we experience so much pressure to be perfect and composed at all times.
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING which is still kind of David Tennant related? A couple of months ago when I started following DT blogs this one gif kept popping up with him covered in white paint. It looked hilarious and so I ended up watching my third Shakespeare play. I came for Catherine and David and stayed for Beatrice and Benedick. I could fill pages, about these two. I don’t know how many times I have watched the 2011 play OR listened to the radio adaptation OR read my favourite scenes.... I haven’t felt this passionate over a piece of literature since I read Pride and Prejudice when I was 11. Since I mention MUCH ADO I absolutely have to give a quick shoutout to @notantherwritingblog, because she is nurturing my addiction to these characters with her brilliant fic ‘Bea and Ben: or, A College of Wit-Crackers’ which has been my favourite fic of the year. Her writing is amazing and she handles sensitive themes with such grace. Please give her a read if you want to read about the most wholesome relationship of all time.
Doctor Who yet again I am ten years late to the party, but that doesn’t mean I am not partying hard. It is lovely to see a show with several recurring female characters for once (*coughs* compared to Supernatural *coughs*). I really want to give the Doctor a hug though. It probably says enough if I mention that I just finished season 2...
After my David rant just a couple of more mentions to not make this post too long:
I have been religiously watching youtube videos by Bernadette Banner, Drawingwiffwaffles and Kasey Golden for a couple of months now and it has inspired me a lot to be creative again.
The book ‘Enchanté’ by Gita Trelease was bewitching. I read it at the beginning of the year and it reminded me how much I actually enjoy reading (if it is not for school). Magic and 18th century France. What do you want more?
Check please! Do I need to say more than gay ice hockey players? The main character mom-ing the whole squad and baking pies? PLEASE READ
#good omens#david tennant#doctor who#broadchurch#maan#youtubers#books#mein verrücktes leben#2019#ask game#long post#rant about things i loved this year
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The world is ending in beautiful colors
But they're standing together, brother to brother
Everything is as it's supposed to be.
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Dean never liked the Fourth of July too much. The other holidays were chock full of benefits like receptionist bowl candies, stupid decorations, and insensitive jokes directed towards Sam. All fun things.
God forbid anything happened on the Fourth of July, because someone screaming from a gun shot wound was like playing whack a mole if the city was big enough. Dean could tell the difference between a firework and a gunshot. At least he'd like to think so. It depends on where the gun is, it doesn't always echo.
He sometimes gets caught up in thinking about the always existent likelihood of some snot-nosed, loitering citizen getting hurt. Usually he alleviates this by directing his energy towards his younger brother.
He always bought sparklers and paper poppers for Sam on Fourth of July. It's an attempt at making sure he's held over with a semblance of happiness from small things to look forward to.
[It wasn't nearly enough to keep him from running away sometimes. Maybe because little things like that only matter in a normal family and not to a couple of crooked and broken sons and their father. But every smile he could get from Sam meant the world to him, and if little things meant anything to Sam then they were a godsend to Dean.
He tries paying mind to him to make sure he' doesn’t go running off. It wouldn't be any good for either of them with their dad. Lately he hasn't been enough for Sam at all.
Sam never liked the Fourth of July. It was the only holiday their father never let them go out. Too many people gathered in single areas to watch the fireworks in the sky. If anything were to happen, it would draw suspicion to the boys. Knowing Sam and Dean, something usually did. John preferred keeping a low profile. Sam would beg his dad to let them go see them with everyone else, squeaking promise after promise that they would be fine. John would grumble with small warning threats until Sam wrapped himself in blankets on the bed. From there he would pretend it was the end of the world. The bangs in the sky were bombs and explosions like it was World War III or an apocalypse. That way there would be no tomorrow with his stupid dad.
When Sam was twelve, they snuck out and into a field to watch fireworks. He had grown bitter towards the idea of celebrating Fourth of July, but somehow this was different. "De, come on," Sam said fisting a dozen fireworks. This was just them. It was their own moment, and they were going to make as much out of it as they could. Sam excitedly followed Dean as he strode out the door.
What boy didn't love his brother?
What boy didn't love playing with fire?
The drive over was fueled by quiet anticipation. Sam's eyes shone brighter than anything Dean had ever seen.
He parked on a hill and rummaged through the trunk for sparklers. Over the hill was a grassy plain that became taller and deader with each step until they were standing in a field surrounded by trees.
The shadows played on Sam beautifully. His skin shone in the night like the moon. He smiled sweetly at Dean, who was lighting both of their sparklers together.
Sam laughed and smiled and waved his arms about.
The sparks danced in Dean's eyes. It was more beautiful than the fireworks themselves. It was almost painful to look away from them. Sam didn't think too hardly about it and instead focused his gaze on the horizon. The sun was slipping past the skyline out of sight. But Dean watched Sam the whole time.
Sam ran back to Dean. He had dropped his sparkler amongst a pile of grass that proved well as tinder. Dean grabbed Sam by his upper arm and pulled him back into the impala. You could hear their car buzzing from a town over. They were out of there immediately.
He felt a twinge of guilt as they drove away from the field lit up in flames. Partly because he felt so good about it. It had been an accident, but who is to say he hadn't meant it deep down? He had done that with Dean. They left their mark upon this world. A burned up, black and dead mark.
Their dad wasn't too mad when they got back to him. John had just woken up to an empty motel room. He was irritated and suspicious when he heard about the fire. Nevertheless he didn't do much about it.
They wouldn't experience a moment like that again until they relived it in heaven.
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Dean felt like he was going to be sick upon seeing him young again. The trunk slammed and he turned to his little brother, who was holding a crate of fireworks. He almost thought some kind of curse de-aged him, but this was too familiar. Guilt that had accumulated over the years suddenly resurfaced itself. He was lost in the eyes across from him for a moment as years seemed to fly out the window. This was the pain in his heart that had hurt him the most. But Sammy was excited and out of breath. He looked at Dean as if he wanted something. and suddenly Dean felt warm inside even as goosebumps prickled down his arms and around his neck. "Sammy?" he asked to be sure.
"Come on, let's go," Sam chimed as he ran towards the clearing.
He knew this horizon.
Dean paused and tilted his head, " ... weird dream," he said to himself.
The crate of explosives clunked familiarly in the dirt as Sam settled to his knees in front of it. "Got your lighter?" Sam asked.
He did- in fact, it was suddenly in his pocket as he felt for it.
He took out his old silver lighter in awe. "Oh, I haven't seen this in years," he chuckled.
"Fire 'em up," Sam said handing him a green Roman candle. Dean lit them and they both held them in the air above their elbows. The fizzing lead to pops and the sky lit their faces up in fluorescent reds and blues.
"I remember this," he said with watering eyes, "It's Fourth of July 1996!" He scrunched his face up in disbelief.
Dean had almost forgotten just how beautiful and magical this moment was for him. He couldn't close his mouth completely or keep himself from smiling.
Sam suddenly turned his head to him with eyes sparkling, "Dad would never let us do anything like this. Thanks Dean, this is great." Dean's eyes grew sad and his smile faltered. Sam fell into him for a hug. He could feel his younger brother trying to pour as much meaning into it as possible.
His Sammy only ever longed for normalcy through the security and acceptance of a family's love. This moment probably also meant the world to him. He placed his arms softly around his sibling for a moment. He was a little lost in how surreal this all was for a dream.
Dean gave him a nod to grab more fireworks.
After that they lit them consecutively with Sam repeatedly shouting, "Fire in the hole!"
They cracked the sky and colored the landscape in rainbows of light and smoke.
That's when Dean could hear a song playing on the radio even though he was sure he shut it off. Bob Dylan's Knockin' on Heaven's Door seemed to get louder as it rumbled with static from the direction of the impala. It slowly and seemingly started to come from inside his very head. It clouded the past until he was left with nothing but the current moment. The song seemed to fit how at peace he suddenly felt. It fit Sam's perfect smile as he ran out in front of him with his arms raised while he shouted and spun. They were filled with nothing but love. The "ooh" of the song felt like it was wrapping around him tight and keeping him where he was. He was being lulled off into an eternity. His soul itself was singing.
He looked up to the sky with Sam as bits of light flew into his line of sight. The fireworks became louder until they felt like they were piercing through his skull and pushing out his brains. The thunderous booms became like gunshots and everything around him darkened until there was nothing to see. The nothingness formed images where he struggled to make anything out. flashes of being executed in the night in place of fireworks. Images of Sam with his arms out to his sides in the same way he's doing now, but in these flashes he was much older and larger. He was being shot along with him. He was killed again.
This beautiful kid next to him wasn't his Sam. His brother was somewhere else. The real one; a grown man.
When he thought about this he suddenly found himself alone. Gasping in the dark, wondering if he could even breath. Despite all the noise he made, everything was quiet. He felt like he was being torn apart in hell again; but this was somehow worse.
His other half was taken from him. He was suddenly cold.
He didn't think it could be heaven without Sam there with him. Where was he? He had to get back.
He wasn't going anywhere without Sam.
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They'd been resurrected more than they could count on fingers or toes. At this point in time Dean was guessing he and Sam had died and gone to heaven around a hundred times or so.
The last time they'd been there together was the only time he remembered. When Roy and Walt broke into their room to kill them, and the Angel Joshua had sent them back to Earth with their memories still intact.
The next time he and Sam ended up in heaven together, was when the world was falling apart. There was nothing they could do. They had lasted against time and age because fate had not yet allowed them to discover peace.
It was the end of this world. The rapture had come earlier than everyone thought. Except for Sam and Dean who thought they had stopped it years prior to this. But what once came to be must always come to an end.
The horsemen had been released: sent to earth to cause war, famine, pestilence, and death (as they were named) to test those whom weren't Christian and turn them to Christ. Death was not brought upon by a horseman, but instead the reapers- seeing as how Death himself had already been killed by Dean Winchester.
The brothers tried to destroy the three other horsemen, but to no avail. Then the sun turned black and the moon went red. That's when they realized that everything was coming to a halt (because as Sam pointed out, a solar and lunar eclipse couldn't occur simultaneously). Seconds after the sun and moon shifted, the sky receded like a scroll. Every mountain and island was shaken as the bible foretold. The ground split and structures collapsed as people and rubble fell into the cracks. Whether or not those events were six seals opening was unclear, as these events had transpired before. The brothers, and Angels and Demons alike wondered if more seals had been put into place since the war on Earth and in heaven.
Soon after the dust settled it began dancing in the air. More than a hundred billion people's remains reformed from the bones, dirt, and trees. It appeared at first as though small galaxies were being formed, before they fell together and clumped into human figures bearing white robes. People of every descent popped up around the world until everyone was crammed together. The dead had risen, and just as it seemed there would be no more room to stand, a screeching sound had come from the sky. Anything that could shatter would, and all who could hear had gone deaf from the sound. Even as their ears bled, the sound was trapped in their heads and driving them to their knees with insanity. The sound became like trumpets, and the sky unfolded into a blindingly white light.
Angels swooped down and that's when the brothers were taken. God had gone to the trouble of ordering the safety of Sam and Dean above all. They were his favorite human creations.
Demons and angels clamored for their bodies as they were taken to heaven. The feeling of a dozen clawed hands dug into various parts of their bodies as they were pulled into the sky. Dean had one latched onto his earlobe. Some were even pulling at Sam's hair until it ripped out of his scalp. It was painful, but they hardly reacted as it had all occurred within the span of a few seconds.
As they were pulled past the veil of white, it felt as though they were being pulled deep into an ocean. It was like taking too many sleeping pills, and they fought not to succumb to it.
They had exhaled harshly as they were yanked into oblivion, but the low pressure of space caused all remaining oxygen within their bodies to begin reverse-dissolving and escape from their blood streams thus rendering their cardiovascular systems useless (if Sam were not currently dying he could identify this condition as hypoxia). Their cardiovascular system was rendered further as useless since the low pressure also caused nitrogen within their bodies to reach its boiling point at lower temperatures thus creating tiny bubbles that blocked their veins and arteries. Seeing as how most of their veins and arteries were ten times their size or already broken, most of them were blocking vessels in their brains. This lead to simultaneous violent shaking as they'd begun to experience strokesThen for the same reason their entire bodies began to expand like balloons as the water that made up seventy percent of their bodies expanded like the nitrogen had until it became a vapor.
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Home For The Holidays
Summary: “Oh, don’t remind me.” Ray frowned, setting his knitting aside. His mother was due for a visit because she’d been dying to see his new apartment. And though the roommate was expected…she did not know he’d been dating his roommate since Junior Year of high school. Which was a long time to not know about something considering they were both Juniors in College these days.
(I turned this request into a full fic, oops.)
Chapter 1: Ramblin’ Rose
Words: 4,816
Ships: Gavries. Stephen King’s ‘The Long Walk’.
‘Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie…’
The music poured in from the small radio sitting atop the side table on Garraty’s left. Lyrics were coming at him with lightening speed but the man could only focus on the pile of red yarn that was to become a scarf.
Calmly and serene, Ray leaned back so the pea green recliner would rock back and forth and glanced up to catch the afternoon light hitting through the picture window & into the living room. But it blazed across more than just a plaid family-style couch and the matching glass lamp set.
It also bled through the canvas’s Pete had laid across the hardwood to dry while he made himself a peanut butter sandwich. There were about five or six medium sized paintings bathing in the sunshine that Ray had to paused and admire.
He craned his neck towards the kitchen area behind him in their tiny apartment. “You sure you don’t want me to make you something…like a real lunch?” He rolled his lips together.
Pete leaned on the counter, getting into the intimate space of their laundry basket which they’d yet to empty since it’s last trip to the Laundromat. “Save your energy, Ray-baby.” He chuckled, biting into the bread and coming over to lean on the side of the recliner. “You got a whole dinner to whip up for good ol’ mom.”
“Oh, don’t remind me.” Ray frowned, setting his knitting aside. His mother was due for a visit because she’d been dying to see his new apartment. And though the roommate was expected…she did not know he’d been dating his roommate since Junior Year of high school. Which was a long time to not know about something considering they were both Juniors in College these days.
“Personally, I’m excited.” Pete ruffled Ray’s hair and sat back in his spot on the hardwood and went about poking at his paintings.
Ray sighed, head falling to lean on his open palm with a dreamy look of distance. He stared at the back of McVries head for a few seconds. He squinted one eye when the sun glared back at him. “I’m tired.”
“Isn’t that somethin’?” Pete laughed. “Man has barely moved all afternoon and he’s tired.” He knew the man had just rolled his eyes because he almost always waved his hand about when he did so, it danced in the light with the floating dust particles.
Ray tilted his chin and chuckled into his hand. “Call it domestic bliss taking it’s toll.” He reached his leg out and gently kicked Pete’s back for attention which was gladly accepted with the man’s new twisted position, palm flat on the floor.
They stared at each other for a few moments before Pete turned his body comfortably and started rubbing his hands up and down Ray’s ankle. “I take good care of you, Don’t I Ray?”
Garraty leaned back into the chair and stretched his leg out further. “Oh yeah, asshole.” He gently smirked and crossed his arms over the yarn in his lap. “You sure do.”
Pete’s grin was wild yet softly earnest. It kinda made Ray’s heart flutter in his chest. He knew the man was shoving all his own nerves down to appear as if this ‘meeting-mom’ situation wasn’t bothering him.
“Mom’s gonna dig you. I bet.”
Pete nodded, waiting to smile until his head pointed the floor that time. The radio had since faded into the next song which played on & on…
‘It happens all the time
This crazy love of mine
Wrapped around my heart
Refusing to unwind
Ooh-ooh, crazy love, ah…’
“They’re gonna start with the Christmas stuff soon, huh Ray?” Pete asked as he let his hand water-fall down Ray’s leg to rub small circles with his thumbs at his ankles. His palms rested against his boyfriends wool socks and were semi-covered by the green flannel pajama pants that Ray loved so much.
Garraty nodded slowly and let his eyes flutter shut. For it was still early enough in the day that he still felt loosely tired from their late night adventures. Soon it would be late enough to be pre-tired for the upcoming night.
“My boy fucking loves Christmas.” Pete let go of Ray’s leg and heaved himself to stand once more while Garraty let out a small huff of a protest and winked one eye open.
“I told you that nickname sounds a little weird.”
The sun-rays outside shifted just a touch and some of that late autumn light escaped the boys. What remained was hitting McVries’s back and framing him with a mellow orange light. It reminded Garraty of the chalk tracings police did when they found a body laying somewhere. ‘Did they still do that though?’ He wondered to himself.
Pete smiled again, showing his teeth. “Sorry.” He swiped the pad of his thumb under his nose and smoothly tilted his head in that mysterious kinda way he used to in high school. “You thinkin’ we get the tree up and running around...?”
“We’ll go to the farm tomorrow. Also, remind me to pick up a Christmas sweater for Stebbins, yeah?” Ray finally set aside the knitting and stood from his comfortable chair. McVries raised a brow.
“Why are we buying our neighbor a sweater?” Though the two of them had known the guy since high school, Stebbins remained a mysterious character that never failed to surprise them.
“Oh you know he’s coming to our family party, he’s like our dog. At least he’d look nice this year.” Ray giggled on his way over to the coffee machine on their counter. That had been a purchase he’d never dare to regret. The two of them used the it way too often and served themselves a lot of steaming cups. He heard the sweet sound of Pete’s crazed laughter pour in from behind the loud machine. “By the way, What’s the status on your family’s attendance?”
Pete stopped giggling and reached for the mug Ray had prepared. “Well, my mother...” He paused to sip the hot cup of black coffee and felt the afternoon roll over him. “Said she’s dying to attend and that checks off my father too, he’s always with the ol’ lady. And they’ll be bringing Katrina along. She’s seven now and doesn’t take well to sitters, you know?”
Ray grinned and leaned back against the counter. “Think she’ll take well to me?”
“Oh, she’d better. I think you’re sticking around for the long run, Ray-baby.” Pete reached out to tap Ray’s cheek but his cheeky boyfriend slipped away and sipped his own drink which was in a long travel mug.
“I’m going to put some real clothes on and get the last few things I need for dinner.” He set his cup down next to where Pete was dipping his finger in his own. “And you are...” Garraty let his hand gesture to his boyfriend who simply smiled.
“Going to put on some Nat King Cole like a romantic bastard and wait up for you...?”
Ray rolled his eyes and bumped their hips together as he shoved past McVries.
“Dean Martin?!” Pete called after him and ignored the annoyed huff coming from the bedroom. He leaned over the kitchen island “Volare, oh oh....” He paused, not sure of the way to finish the lyrics.
Ray came out, fresh from the green plaid and sporting an expression that told of the smile he was trying to hold back.
“I will actually go to my doctor’s appointment this time. Promise.” Pete heaved himself off the counter and gave Ray the softest kiss on the cheek. “Now you hurry back.” He patted his back and walked Ray on up to their door. Pete glanced up to the window and took note of the dusting of snow that was just beginning to fall. As Ray shoved his arms through his coat sleeves, Pete grabbed the front and helped him pull it to a comfortable position. Making sure he was snug and warm.
“Take my car, will ya? Your car’s lack of heat is going to have you catching your death, Ray-baby.” He sniffled, as if for emphasis and smiled.
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Ray tried not to worry about McVries proving himself to be an honest man this time but he couldn’t help but have a little dilemma over it...starting in the cereal aisle.
Pete was no stranger to skipping out on doctors appointments. They made him uncomfortable and...itchy...according to him. But Ray hounded him several times to get himself a check-up. After all, it was important to know your own status. He glanced over an expiration date on a carton of milk and frowned.
He was reaching for some pie crust when his phone started ringing.
“-What’s my social security number?” Pete’s voice filled his ear before he could even think. Ray opened his mouth but quickly closed it when he realized he was not sure how to answer. “I’m in the waiting room-which is horribly crowded by the way, I feel like the room might pop, and I can’t fill this form out.”
“Ummm, how many numbers is it?” Ray asked lamely and scratched the back of his ear. He was twenty years old and should know this kind of shit now but he found his mind blanking.
“Nine...” Pete’s voice was unsure.
Ray sighed and blew air out towards the dirty ceiling of the grocery store. “Are we idiots?”
“Probably.” Pete laughed and Ray felt a little comforted.
“Give me a second, I’ll call you back.” Ray said a quick goodbye and dialed his weirdest option that just might work. “Hello, Stebbins?”
Their neighbor was quite the character but Ray kinda loved having him around just as much as he got creeped out by it sometimes. “I need you to do me a favor and get the spare key for our apartment-”
“oh, no need. I have a key already.”
Ray paused. ‘When did we give him a key...?’ “Ok well, can you go in and look through the paperwork in the left kitchen drawer. I need Pete’s Social Security number-”
“Oh, I know that already. Got a pen?” Stebbins voice was bouncy and Ray smacked his palm to his forehead.
“How-? Stebbins, I-...never-mind. Tell me.”
After that, there seemed to be no more hiccups in the day’s routine. Garraty loaded his groceries and drove home feeling relieved yet a little nervous for the dinner that night. But nothing he couldn’t manage.
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Ray was welcomed back into the apartment by an overwhelming flood of Nat King Cole’s voice. ‘Ramblin’ Rose’.
He set the bags down on the counter, dreading having to pack them away and gently leaned over the back of the couch to kiss Pete’s hair. “That was a quick appointment. How’d it go? Dr. Marcy say anything worth noting?” he asked, coming round to take the seat next to him. He tried to hold back his intense curiosity.
Pete shrugged and grinned as he leaned into Ray’s traveling arm. “Nothing much. You better start on dinner, don’t want your mom waitin’ on you.”
Ray quirked his brow and trailed his fingers up and down McVries’s arm. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Nothing. It’s not a big deal, Ray-”
“Is it nothing or something that’s not a big deal, Peter?” Ray narrowed his eyes and sighed when Pete wiggled out of his grip and moved towards the record player.
Their apartment had gotten slightly darker and if Ray wanted to serve his mother something warm but not too hot, he’d better start Dinner soon. Pete had been right about that.
“Dr. Marcy talked to me about...” He broke off and sighed, screwing around with the volume dial. “She thinks I might be...depressed. And so she prescribed me a low dose of some medication to try out. No big deal.” Pete waved his hand about but Ray was at a loss for words.
“Depressed?”
Pete nodded and shrugged at the same time. “She’s kinda old that Dr. Marcy though...so who really knows?” He chuckled. When that sound faded out, the boys were left with nothing more to do but stare at each other.
“How can you be depressed-? I mean, we’re happy...How can you be sad when...-” Ray gestured around their apartment and Peter gave him that gentle, admiring look. It meant he was too busy being fond of Ray to talk. So Ray frowned.
“I don’t think depression works like that, Ray.” He slipped the record back into it’s sleeve and shrugged like he wasn’t sure of anything he said but Ray knew that was just a front. “I don’t think it matters how great your life might be.” He tilted his head back and sighed. “I’ve been through some shit, you know. Priscilla....during our break-up.”
Garraty nodded. He and Pete had briefly went separate ways after high school graduation when McVries decided he was going to take the year off and travel. Ray realistically figured ol’ Pete wouldn’t ever find the right time to come back for school and they’d broken up for quite some time.
Pete had experienced a whole relationship in that time with a girl that had broken his heart and left a scar on his cheek.
“I think I’ve been aware of some of these things that were bothering me....just not how much, y’know?” McVries shrugged. “School, changes...and all that jazz. Sometimes depression falls upon you, Ray-baby. It doesn’t have anything to do with you or...our life together. It’s just...-I don’t know. Could be nonsense.”
Ray felt his stomach drop. “Pete, it’s not nonsense. Your doctor is a smart lady and...” He let out some air and frowned again. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know how to talk about this. I’ve never...-I never had to deal with anything like this before. I don’t get it.” He shrugged, trying to be honest. Pete only raised his brows and shrugged back.
From a floor below, they heard another neighbor and good friend, Art Baker, start up his own record player. A muffled version of Neil Young’s ‘Sugar Mountain’ briefly filled up their space.
Ray opened his mouth but before anymore words could come out, there was a knock at the door. They shared a look before he darted up from his seat. “Shit!”
Pete got up from the floor and prepared himself for an early visit from Ray’s mother which he was sure that knock suggested. He sat on the back of the flannel couch and pooled his hands together in his lap.
“Raymond! I seemed to have left the house too early but forgive me, I was a little antsy because you seemed all excited on the phone.” Her voice was soft and sweet. “Is this that roommate you’re so fond of?”
Pete paused some of his racing nerves and general muted lowness to smirk and reach for the kind woman’s hand. Ray blushed. “Peter McVries, nice to meet you.”
Pete honestly wasn’t sure what the plan for the evening was and it was already off to a rough start since she’d come before dinner could even be started. But, he also wasn’t sure when his boyfriend planned on explaining to his mother just how fond he was of him.
"Nice to meet you, young man.” She smiled and gave her son a polite and apologetic bump to the arm for coming so early.
“I haven’t even started Dinner yet, mom. Hope you don’t mind the wait.” Ray bashfully shook his head.
“Of course not.” She shrugged and Ray gestured for her to take a seat which she gladly did.
“I’ll get you some tea.”
Ray took off for the kitchen area, grabbing Pete’s arm as he sped off. “This is off to a bad start, huh?” McVries chuckled and hoped he’d at least get a grin but Ray looked positively rattled. He dropped his shoulders and rubbed a hand against his forehead. “Hey, hey, hey...” He made sure Ray’s mother was turned off and gently slid his hand against Garraty’s cheek. “I know the last few minutes have been chaotic but...it’s gonna be just fine, Ray.”
“But...this has got me all worried about you and-” He could tell his boyfriend was getting all worked up and Ray didn’t need that. He was the best man that Pete knew and he deserved to relax.
Pete rubbed a small circle against his skin. “You don’t need to worry, Ray-baby. We take care of each other, huh? I take care of you just the same as you do for me. And maybe this is just the start of a time where-...” Pete swallowed “Where I need the ‘takin’ care of’ part.” He shrugged and let his hand slide back down Ray’s cheek to clasp his raised hands to his own.
“Now, let’s go about our day. We’re gonna chat with your ol’ mom and maybe find the right time to tell her about us. Then...” He tapped their noses together for a brief second and enjoyed the tiny sigh Ray let out in response. “We get to be alone again...in our pajamas....oh, and the radio’s gonna start on that Christmas stuff soon, huh? Maybe tonight?” Pete pressed a soft kiss to Ray’s temple, gave him a small pat on the arm and took off to deliver the tea they’d promised.
Ray softly and slowly turned on the tips of his toes, feeling the slight slip of his socks. When his eyes found Pete who was again back-lit with golden light and stirring a steaming mug for his mother....Ray let a satisfied sigh escape his lips. With the stream of air, he sank back on his flat feet and floated over.
“Here you are, it’s chamomile!” Pete hovered the hot drink in front of Mrs. Garraty who gladly stole it with a polite smile. “Only the best for our guest-”
“Mom, I have something I want to tell you.” Ray interrupted and took a seat on the arm of his favorite recliner where Pete had planted himself but thirty seconds ago.
“Oh, alright. What is it?” She patted his knee and took a careful sip out of her pea green mug.
His partner looked up at Ray with wide and questioning eyes that only spurred Ray on further and gave him a new shy smile. “Pete isn’t just my roommate-” Ray ignored the adorable way Pete was tugging on his sleeve and trying to hide his fond grin in favor of a questioning expression for Ray’s sake. “He’s my boyfriend. We’re dating.”
Ray’s mother quieted and held strongly onto the pea green mug. Ray had been her son long enough to know that her expression meant that she didn’t know what to say. “I didn’t-...well, I didn’t know that you were...-you never told me.”
“Yeah...” Ray nodded, picking at a loose thread on his pants. “I just never....-I never found...the time...” he trailed off and met Pete’s wandering, lovely eyes. “Oh hell, Mom. Honestly, I just didn’t want to.” He turned back to her and shrugged because that was really the only answer he had to give for that.
She widened her eyes and set the mug down on the coffee table. “How long?”
Pete and Ray turned to each other, eyes meeting for confirmation for a few seconds. “Since the start of Junior Year-”
“Oh, that’s not so bad. You’re still just Juniors-”
“-Of high school.” Ray finished, a little ashamed.
His mother coughed, planting her palm on her chest and trying to recollect herself. “My son has been in a relationship for that long...with a man...and never told me?” She narrowed her eyes and Ray felt a rush of nerves. She opened and closed her mouth, looking nervous herself in the presence of Pete.
“If you want, I could just go for a quick walk while mother & son discuss some things?” Pete shrugged himself up and ran a quick hand down the front of his jeans. Ray attempted to tug his sleeve just as he’d done before but Pete seemed set to go.
“That’d be really kind of you, Peter. Thank you.” Ray’s mother gave him a warm look that McVries felt very comforted by. He hoped his smile read the same to her. He decided it was permission enough to risk it and leaned over to kiss the top of Ray’s head, ruffling his hair once more before going for the front door.
Ray would be fine. He squeezed his hand reassuringly before he’d slipped out of grip.
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Apartment 15′s door came to a creaky close behind McVries’s back and pressed the wreath into his neck. It was refreshingly itchy and maybe a little hot from the tiny multi-colored bulbs that were littered throughout the green.
The long tan hall of their building was decked out with a long train of red & white beads and the soft glow bouncing off the silver tinsel scattered on the carpet below him was blinding. But Pete had a friend in the blow-mold Santa that stood against Stebbins wall with a kind gleam in his crescent moon eyes. The ol’ bastard was laughing...
The tiny window just at the end was surrounded by larger bulbs and from where he was standing, through the paned glass McVries could see the end of autumn bleeding into a chilly winter. Dusty flakes of snow were falling and starting to nestle right up against the tiny window ledge.
They hadn’t been in this apartment long & it was sorta shitty. But it was what they could afford...it was perfect. There was something so heavenly about doing the dishes after a home-made waffle breakfast disaster and your boyfriend knowing exactly where the Ibuprofen was...in your home. The one where you both lived. Knowing you would wake up with them for every special occasion. The morning of your birthday, the morning of an anniversary, The morning of the dentist appointment they rescheduled for you....just...the next morning. Every night with them, there’d be a next morning with them.
McVries almost couldn’t take how much that made his heart swell. He couldn’t wait to check Christmas Morning off the list. He glanced back at their door and sighed.
When a door opened just over his shoulder, Pete didn’t even have to venture a guess to know who it was.
“You wanna sit on my balcony with me?” Stebbins leaned against his door-frame and grinned like his request was the most normal thing in the world.
“It’s snowing, Stebbins...” Pete gestured to the window and looked back to the smiling blonde and sighed. “You know what, I’ll come in but no balcony.” He shrugged and followed him into his apartment.
Stebbins apartment was shining. His Christmas tree was wide and strings of bubble lites straight from the 1950′s bridged every branch gap. The long, skinny tubes bubbled the rainbows of liquid and dazzled his living room.
Nearly all of his tables were covered in miniature blow mold Santa’s and collectible Holiday figurines. McVries let a smirk slowly cover his face when he heard a small whistle and found a toy train track around the Tree skirt where the tiny-locomotive was speeding in circles. “You do this all in a day, Stebbins? I was just here like yesterday-”
Stebbins nodded and flicked the cheek of a blushing elf figurine. “Try an hour.” He smirked, crossing his arms like this was the proud he’d ever be in his life. McVries sorta admired that about him. “Why were you kicked out? Ray sick of you?”
Pete chuckled and made himself comfortable on the guys couch, arms behind his head as he sighed deeply. “Not yet. His mother is over...” He bit into his lip and Stebbins made an ‘O’ face. “Yeah, so he’s trying to explain how gay he’s been this whole time without her knowing about it. Thought it was best to give mother and son some alone time, you know?”
Stebbins hummed. “Is all still well in paradise?”
“Seems so. She didn’t seem...startlingly pissed or anything, anyway. But Ray’s got himself all worked up in the last hour so he might be losing her on the ‘calm-chat’...” Pete shrugged.
“What got him keyed up? You try to stick another fork in the toaster?” Stebbins pursed his lips.
“That was one time and I didn’t even do it. I forgot you weren’t supposed to do that shit and my toast was stuck.” McVries huffed and rolled his eyes as he laid back on the couch. “No. I just...-my doctor told me that I might have depression and gave me some medication. You know how touchy and sensitive Ray can be. He’s just making it too big of a deal.”
Things between them were quiet again. Stebbins leaned his chin onto his open palm and hummed once more. There was something in his tone that read interested and it gave of his eerie calm nature. “Been there.”
Pete quirked a concerned brow and felt a weird type of understanding covering each of them like a fog. Neither of them felt eager to actually discuss the situation. “When?”
The blonde rolled his lips together. “It got very present during that period after our graduation-”
“That long? You didn’t tell us and you sure as hell didn’t have any family to help-” his voice was angry but he couldn’t help it. Stebbins put on a good show sometimes but he was their friend. Part of McVries didn’t think hiding that shit was ok. Just from the knowing smothering kind that lived deep in his chest that he hadn’t realized was kinda killing him, he knew Stebbins must’ve been going through some tough shit.
Stebbins leaned back. “Didn’t want to talk about it. Plus, you were leaving and Ray was busy focusing on school preparations. Besides, I handled it myself. Got some medication...it seemed to even me out just fine.”
“You still take it?” Pete asked in a low voice and Stebbins gave him a soft smile.
“Not at the moment, no. I got back on the ‘happy track’” He rolled his eyes. “But it’s not the same for everyone and there’s no shame in needing medication, Pete-boy. Sometimes we can’t deal with it alone.” Stebbins patted his friends arm in a kind and gentle way before leaning back on the arm of the coffee brown couch.
Pete thought on that for a minute or two and hoped that the conversation could die on that note for now. He’d think about it in bed later. Stebbins seemed to read that on his face as easily as ever.
“So, you get Ray’s Christmas gift yet?”
Pete hummed. “Not his actual gift but I got him a good stack of those vintage Christmas cards from that vintage shop, you know how he likes those. Just a little bonus gift.”
“They got the writing in them from all those years ago? Ray likes feeling connected to old people from the past or something like that.” Stebbins chuckled and bit into a chocolate covered strawberry that McVries didn’t remember him having a moment ago.
“Of course.” Pete rolled his eyes because that was obvious.
“What’s his big gift? If it’s a book about Urban Legends that you found in my closet...than one of us needs to switch.” Stebbins swallowed his hunk of food and McVries wondered again how they’d ever become friends with such an odd character.
“No, you dimwit.”
“Oh, you’re proposing than. I got it.” He nodded to himself, blonde hair flicking about. McVries choked on his own spit.
“What-? No....no. He just told his mom about us like five minutes. Why would I be proposing?” He sputtered his words into the calm face of his friend who was still smiling like that damn Cheshire cat. “It’s too soon...”
Stebbins raised a brow and sucked on another strawberry.
“Unless...do you think that’s what he’s expecting?” McVries was suddenly opened up to a whole new world of anxiety.
“I can’t read minds, McVries.” Stebbins winked.
Pete put his head in his hands and erupted into a long, frustrated sigh. The blonde ruffled Pete’s hair and went to answer the door five seconds before the knocking even started.
“Pete here?”
McVries looked up and met Ray’s beautiful eyes. He gave him a concerned and curious look and Ray nodded softly. ‘All’s well’ it said.
“She wants to know the story of how we got together. I figured you’d like to tell that one with me...?” Ray giggled in that irresistible way which had McVries up and across Stebbin’s apartment in seconds flat.
“Of course! That’s the best story, Ray-Baby!”
#sorry#not it related#I will post the other parts on my other account#@thotteus-beaumont#stephen king#stephen king books#gavries#Ray Garraty#peter mcvries#my fanfiction
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14x17 Commentary
Zeta and Giuls scream together, and then die.
@purpleskiesandcherrypies and @dean-winchesters-bacon won’t be joining us for this one.
Me & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.
+MASTERLIST of season 14 commentary *
Giulia: Yo i’m sad he ded tho
Giulia: But is he?
Giulia: YAAA sis Jo
Zee: Ouch
Giulia: Oh go fuck u nick
Giulia: You can burn. I want to use that
Zee: Ded
Giulia: REJECT HIM
Zee: Donnie
Giulia: nick such a drama queen, like his fucking brother. gasps, Lucifer/Nick is Hamlet.
Giulia: Donny babe
Zee: Stabby stabby
Giulia: Shish kebab teenagers
[14x17 Game Night ]
♪ Raindrops keep
fallin' on my head ♪
Giulia: Love that song
Giulia: God I love him. IF THEY TOUCH A HAIR ON HIM
Zee: Fucking hell
Giulia: DON T TOUCH HIIIIM
Zee: Seriously ??!!!
Annoyed Dean tho
Oh look at the son of Satan without a soul making pop-corns
Zee: Mary?
Giulia: Yeah well she still exists
Zee: Why again?
D: SON OF A BITCH!!
Classic Dean
J: I thought this was supposed to relax him.
M: You know, this was his favorite game when he was little.
me: *imagining little Dean playing the game exactly the same and with a high pitched voice: Son of a bitch* good visual.
J: Everybody keeps asking me that.
Giulia: We aRe FamIlY
J: Well, it’s annoying
Mary:
Giulia: It is
Zee: Did she eye roll?
M: if you ever want to talk or...vent...
J :You're here. I know.
J thinking: I just wanna eat my pop corns and play stupid game, can I fucking live?
Giulia: Winchester game night
D: All right. Winchester game night is a go soon as Sammy gets back here with the two double-pepperoni meat blasters AND
Zee: Pineapple. A crime against humanity
Giulia&Jack : I like it
Dean: why have you forsaken me, son
D: Yeah, it's like a crime against humanity.
Me quoting [ X ]
Zee: SEE????
Giulia: Was that enochian?
Zee: I think
Giulia: IT’S BABE TIME
Look how cute he is.... SO CUTE , SO CUUUUTE
Zee: Knew it Was waiting for it
Anael: wow this place is so ...
Giulia: U MEAN CUTE JO
Giulia: Omg he has pancakes
Zee: Doesn’t eat them
Giulia:HE’S BEING POLITE OK. Oh look a that they have cream and strawberry *sobs* I’m hungry
A: Well, you said you had something for me.
Castiel sliding a jewlery box.
me [heart attack]
A: 16th-century Burmese blood rubies.
LOOK AT THAT CUTE SMILE
A: Five carats. Excellent clarity. Castiel,where did you get these?
Zee: Lightly cursed
C: I need your help. To contact God.
Giulia: Oh honey no
Zee: I just laughed along with jo
- um so Anael was Joshua right hand? so she wasn’t that useless angel afterall.
Giulia: Joshua is dead?
C: Jack killed Michael.
Giulia&Zee: Good night sweet prince
C: Only God can restore a soul.
ISN’T THAT A BOTHER
A: The Winchesters -- they don't know you're here, do they?
Giulia: Of course they don t
Zee: Squint
C: Why do you say that?
A: Oh, I don't know, just a general reek of ill-conceived lone-wolf desperation.
Giulia&Zee: Lone wolf desperation
*Cas looks into the camera like in the office*
C: will you help me or not?
A: Not
C *smirking* : I see
A: BUT
Giulia: She s me
Zee: Mental grabby hands
S: It's not Enochian. I-I-I think it's Ancient Hebrew.
Sammy says it’s not Enochian
Zee: It’s not enochian then
Giulia: Oh WeLl AncIenT HeBreW
D: well Sammy sounds stressed
WHAT’S NEW THO
M: I just wish there was something that I c--
D:Hey. You're here, okay? You're here.
Giulia: Mary is here everyone! Everything is fine
Zee: Chuck I hate her
M: But I should've been here more. But I know how I am. I can be closed off...and hard.
D: Yeah, well, that's where I get it from.
Giulia: OH NO No he definitely doesn’t
Giulia: Dean is always there. Mary just fucks off somewhere
M: I just need you to know... I'm grateful. For every day I get to spend with you and Sam.
Giulia: Listen- I’ve been on this show long enough to know that when someone starts to talk like that it’s bad news-
S: I know this.
Giulia: What the fuck is sam brain made off
Zee: Good question
S: It's from the Bible. It's -- it's Peter. Peter 5:8.
"Be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary the Devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour."
Well that sounds NICE
Zee: Trap?
Giulia: Oh come on
Zee: Trap
[enters Nick with an apron]
Giulia: OH FUCK YOU
N: What, no "hey"? "How ya been"?
Giulia: No fuck off nick
D: How?
N: Instead of rotting away in a jail cell where you left me?
N: Sort of a funny story... and by "funny," I mean a lot of people died.
Giulia: Can they just kill him
Giulia: Dean just kill him
Zee: Valid question
Giulia: Mary can you be useful and just kill the bitch
N: I mean, I sort of injected your friend with poison --
Giulia: Poor Donny
D: Where is he?!
N: Ooh, the angry voice.
Zee: Oh ok
Giulia: Yeees the angry voice
Giulia: I. Don’t. Like. Cas. Doing. Stuff. Alone.
A:Even for us Methuselah? You sheltered him after the Fall.
Methy: I didn't "shelter" -- We were roommates.
Giulia: OMG THEY WERE ROOMMATES
Methy: He made a mean lasagna
Zee: Loool
C: No. You'll tell me, or I'll burn this place to the ground. and you with it.
Giulia: *Shivers* yeeees
Zee: Kiddo
C: Is that really what you want?
Giulia: SHIVERS *YEEEEEEES*
OK BUT YOU GOTTA LOVE THE SLOW MOTION THO
Giulia: oh Sam baby
Giulia: YES
Giulia: YEEES
D: Whoa! Hey. Hey! Not now. Okay?
D: not yet
Stellar content
Giulia: Let Sam kill that bitch
Zee: Let someone kill him
D: I don't know. If you ask me, that psycho's seen way too many '90s serial-killer movies.
S: The antidote is Prussian Blue
Giulia: *raising hand* Knew that
D: He said he wanted to talk. So let's talk.
Giulia&Zee: Oooh yeah let’s talk
Giulia: I’m sam
Sam’s like “ but Deeeeeean I wanna smash”
D: if Nick looks at you wrong, you're gonna waste him.
LET HIIIIIM
Giulia: Who cut Jared ‘s hair
Giulia: I dont like it
Zee: I need season 8 hair
S: Donatello's in this because of me. A police officer is dead because of me. I'm the one who let Nick go, I'm the one who...
please babe ....can someone just hold him
M: Nick's choices are his. Just his.
M: You gave him a chance because you felt for him.....because you're a good man.
Giulia: Oh look at him being all cute when mary called him a good man
M: You are. It's one of the reasons I'm so proud of you.
Anael complainig about the dust while she’s an angel.
Giulia: LOL SHE S ME
ALSO WE ALL KNOW THAT DANNEEL LOVES CREEPY DOLLS
A: God's not gonna care.
Giulia: das true
A: I believed in Heaven. You know, our mission. I believed, Castiel. But then I got to Earth, and I saw that it wasn't the paradise God promised. I mean, there was so much hate...so much suffering.
A: Why wasn't he helping them? And do you know what he said?
A: "God doesn't meddle."
Zee: Doesn’t meddle
Giulia: Das also true
A: Well, I do. So I do.
C: And here I thought you just performed miracles for the money.
A: Well, you haven't been paying attention, then. I do them for me. I don't need Heaven. And I don't need God. And... I'm happy, Castiel.
LISTEN - I STAN ANAEL
C: Really? Because that sounds lonely.
Zee: We’re all lonely
A: because we're all alone. From ant to lion to human to angel. Every last one of us.
Giulia: SHE S ME
C: God reached down, and he brought me back to life.
A: So he saves one angel...and watches millions of people die screaming, every day. What does that say about him?
Giulia *sweats* : But he saves THE angel ok
Zee: Ouch
D: Where’s Donatello?
Giulia: That’s the content I want
N: I get you, Dean. You and me,we're almost like brothers, you know. Michael, you,Lucifer, me --
Giulia: NOT LIKE THIS
N: we both know what it's like to be hog-tied to a nuclear warhead, man.
Giulia: OH NOPE
Giulia: NICE
D: Cut the crap
N: You're never the same after something like that, are ya? Being one with one of them. It changes you. Makes you more than human. Come on, Dean, admit it. With Michael, you were a prince. Now you're just a broken Hunter.
Giulia: Another one
Zee: Demon dean vibes
Giulia: But also MoC tho
Giulia: So much demon dean
D: Come on, Nick. What's this all about?
D: He says he wants to talk to Jack...alone.
Giulia: His friggin’ cocoa puffs
Giulia: I don t like jack and nick alone Especially jack with no soul. Because let’s be real, he has so little of it ok
j: Sam?
S: I mean-
D: "I mean"? What do you mean, you mean
S: How's he even a threat?
Me: mmmm *opening big ass folder* where do I start?
Zee: Of course. He went there
N: Even your three dads -- how many innocent people you think they've killed?
Zee: Even your three dads
Giulia: Threee dads
Giulia: You broke his heart
N: I don't know. I don't -- I don't see it. I'm looking right at you, and I see nothing.
Zee: I see nothing
Giulia: Don t like that. Mmm mmm nope
Zee: Wth?
Giulia: He killed him
N: Nick. He'll show us where to find Donatello.
oh...he did not kill him. oh bother
Zee: I’m done
Giulia: We ve been knew
A: Look, I just stepped on a rat, so --
Giulia: My babe
Zee: Say it like you mean it tho
A: You're doing this because you're afraid. Because in your mind, it'd be easier to call God than to tell Sam and Dean Winchester the truth.
C: The truth?
A: Jack's soul is gone, Castiel. And there's nothing you can do about it.
i hate this
A: Look. I don't want to say all that and hurt your feelings, so...what do you say
we call it a night?
HI YES I’M WRECKED BY CAS FACE RIGHT NOW, DON’T TOUCH ME
Giulia: Oh he lives
Giulia: OOOOH THAT THAAAAT
Zee: Fuck
Giulia: CRIES
Giulia: tell me he gives it to dean tho
Zee: He has to
Giulia:...OH wait that’s not the same tho , meh
C: God...I don't know where you are. I don't know if you can hear me. But please. Sam, Dean -- we need you.
Please.
Giulia: My heart .Cas broken voice
Giulia: Sigh
Giulia: Sob
Giulia: Cries
D: Look, you try anything funny, Sammy's gonna shoot you. Anything happens to me --
N: Wait. Let me guess. Sammy's gonna shoot me.
Giulia: Yeah to start
Giulia: It’s been swell
A: So, what are you gonna do now?
C: Go home.
Giulia: The bunker is his Hoooomeee
C: Go home and tell Sam and Dean the truth.
Zee: Can I have the bag?
C: Anael. You know, you're not <i>always</i> right. Just because God's not with us doesn't mean we're alone.
A: Why? Because we all have each other?
C: Yes.
Giulia: SO CUTE
J: This was filled with angelic grace.
Zee: Can’t word. Sam needs to punch him
♪ Oh, Sammy boy, Sammy boy ♪
Giulia: Oh no Nick singing. Ptsd flashbacks from the crazy sam
♪ Your phone,
your phone is calling ♪
Nick doing disgusting things
Giulia: OH WHAT THE FUCK
Zee: Cb radio. He’s awake
S: Y-You trying to communicate with someone?
N: Search your feelings. Come on, Sam. Nobody stays dead anymore.
Giulia: fucking nick
Giulia: Fucking demons
Zee: Holy crap
Giulia: YES SAM. YES
Giulia: OH COME ON
Zee: Damn nick
Giulia: stop hitting sam’s head
Giulia: Fuck u nick
Giulia: DEAN is so calm and collected tho. MOC baby. I mean...look at his face while he’s kicking those demon’s asses. That looks way too cold ok. I don’t like it.
Zee: That final push. That’s what I saw on tumblr
Giulia: They need to stop hitting sam in the head
Giulia: DAMN IT NICK. i have 0 empathy for that bitch now. 0
Giulia: Oh come on. Fuck. Fuuuuck
Giulia: NO. MARY NO. FUCK
Zee: Jfc
Giulia: JESUS
Zee: Hell-o
Giulia: Again with the chicken wings
Giulia: OH THANK GOD
Giulia: OUCH but also YES and also NO
Giulia: Oh yeah Jack is definitely going in that box
Zee: He ded?
Giulia: I sure hope so
D: Hey. Hey. Come on. Stay with me now. We're just gonna play a little game.
D: We're gonna count, okay? We're gonna count.
D: Count with me. One.. two...
S: ...two...
D: Yeah, there you go...three.
S: You -- You always put -- You always put me first.
D:No, no. Shh, shh. Come on. Come on, man.
Giulia: IM SCARED STOP IT
S: Your whole life...
D: Okay. All right. All right. Come on. Come on. Just count with me.
D: Sammy. Hey! Sam!
Zee: Wtf is going on?
J: Mary? I had to.
M: Sam -- Uh, he's hurt. Help him.
Giulia: YEAH OK THANK
Oh god Dean’s face. MEDIC MEDIC HELP
Giulia: oh poor Dean. I NEED A FUCKING MEDIC
Zee: They should stop scaring people
J: Everything's gonna be fine.
Giulia: SAYS NO ONE EVER ON SPN WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES
Giulia: i don t like mary face
Zee: Is she scared of jack?
Giulia: She right to be But she shouldn’t be like that in front of him
J: Tell me it's okay.
M: It’s not
J: Leave me alone X9
Giulia: Can she just shut up. i mean she’s not wrong. But she should shut up
Giulia: ...SEE THEN THIS HAPPENS
Giulia: Oh
Giulia: Nope
Giulia: Dont like this
[after episode]
Giulia: PROMO
Zee: Fuck
Giulia: I HATE IT
Zee: Did Dean just tell Cas that he failed him??!!!
Giulia: No cas said that , fucking Dean said : you are dead to me
Giulia: WHICH IS WAY WORSE
Zee: Yeah that
Giulia: AND MY HEART HURTS
Zee: Can’t type
Giulia: I WANNA CRY AND I’M ANGRY AT DEAN
Giulia: i didn’t need to see that
Giulia: I can’t hear anything else
Giulia: I can’t unhear that
.
.
.SO IS NEXT THURSDAY ALREADY CANCELLED?
BECAUSE FOR ME IT IS I DON’T GIVE A SHIT .
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FUCK YOU DEAN , FUCK YOU.
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Modern au Kaz and Inej on a long car ride?
Imagine how badass those two would look in Kaz’s 1967 black Chevy Impala
(okay so that started off as a joke but I was googling and I learned that Dean’s car in Supernatural has the licence plate KAZ-2Y5 so like it’s meant to be)
(except he has because it was the only black car in the parking lot that wasn’t a minivan so he just took it because he didn’t feel like walking that day)
Anyway
Here’s a beautiful picture: Summer time, Inej Ghafa, wearing shorts and one of Kaz’s few black hoodies, those pretty round pink reflective sunglasses, feet kicked up on the dashboard, windows down, just going between looking out the window and watching Kaz drive
Another beautiful picture: Summer time, Kaz Brekker, black Henley with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, hair natural and curly, aviators so black you can’t see his eyes, watching Inej from the corner of his eye while still paying attention to the road and drumming his fingers on the wheel to whatever song is playing on the radio
Kaz getting distracted by Inej’s legs why can’t she sit normally this isn’t SAFE?
Kaz giving Inej complete control over the stereo, because she listens to roughly the same music as him but then there’s also those pop songs that he loves seeing her dance and jam out to
Kaz is in charge of the snacks tho
Because Inej always wants to try the weirdest shit she can find at the gas station
So her only job is to pump the gas
She also likes to buy stupid little souvenirs from each stop that she keeps on the dashboard and at one point Kaz has to stop letting her even leave the car because they’re running out of room
oh my god imagine Inej feeding Kaz while he’s driving like married couples do
like they both know that he can drive perfectly fine with one hand and eat with the other
but there’s no fun in that
So inej sits with her legs crossed on the seat facing him
The bag of fries on her lap
Smiling whenever he just opens his mouth instead of actually asking for another one
Kaz watching her lick the salt off her fingers and almost getting into an accident
This isn’t related to that headcanon at all but like imagine Kaz teaching Inej how to drive because it’s not like they have anything else to do on their long ass drive
Kaz knows they’re going to hit an empty stretch of road soon
so he pulls over and and hands her the keys
“What?”
“I’m going to teach you how to drive”
“But you don’t let anyone drive your car”
He doesn’t say anything else, just gets out of the car and opens the passenger side, making her slide over so he can sit down
It actually goes smoothly, other than Kaz freaking out every time she goes a bit too fast but then she grins at him and laughs and all is well
Inej falling asleep, her back against the door and her feet on his lap
Kaz using one hand to drive while making tiny circles with his thumb on her ankle
Kaz getting so mad when someone honks and wakes her up
“I shouldn’t be asleep anyway, it’s alright.”
He frowns and pulls over at the next exit, realizing that it’s getting late and they should probably find somewhere to sleep for real
but those headcanons are for another time if anyone wants to hear them
(it’s a being forced to share one bed type of thing it’s like abandoned in my drafts but I can go back to it at some point if y’all want)
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