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rrickgrrimes8 · 3 years

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Request Form

hey so my requests are open if you click the link in my bio thing it’ll take you to it or click this requests :) Let me know if any links dont work

Guidelines:

When requesting please give me the character/celebrity, the show or movie they are from, a description of what you want, whether it will be fluff, angst, smut etc and if you want to be tagged.

Please specify if you would like it to be a female, gender neutral or male reader. However because i am a girl and know nothing about gay sex i wont write malexmale smut. I have no experience in it so i doubt id be good at writing it. i’m sorry. I will do threesomes (or more) where at least one woman is present :)

I wont write an imagine about a gay character being straight.

I am willing to write imagines about dark topics. Such as depression, suicide, eating disorders, etc. I will not however write in detail about rape but i am okay with it being mentioned/ hinted. I also dont like writing imagines where the character/celebrity is a kidnapper or murderer sorry. I also wont do incest relationships.

I dont do ships. I do reader imagines or if youd like to add a name to your request then ill more than happily do it like that.

I will do imagines on plus sizes readers. I will do imagines for family imagines as well and platonic ones too.

When you request something dont expect it to be up straightaway but i will try my hardest to be as quick as possible. I promise i havent forgotten i just havent gotten round to it :)

In the future there may be some changes to this list based on what i am interested in at the current time. Also if a character you want to request for isnt on the list but the actor is feel free to ask if i’ll do it for that character :)

I dont consent to anyone using my work without permission and if you see anyone doing that please let me know :)

If you dont like my work then feel free to block/ ignore it but please do not sned hate (i’m too soft for that shit) I will take criticism and welcome corrections if necessary. If you like it please like the post and if possible reblog it. Thank you!!

🙋‍♀️= favourites to write for

Movies/ Shows/ Celebrities I Write For:

The Walking Dead:

Rick Grimes 🙋‍♀️

Negan

Daryl Dixon

Michonne

Glenn Rhee

Carl Grimes

Maggie Greene

Beth Greene

Enid

Rosita Espinosa

Tara Chambler

Noah

Jessie Anderson

Ron Anderson 🙋‍♀️

Doctor Who:

Ninth Doctor

Tenth Doctor 🙋‍♀️

Eleventh Doctor 🙋‍♀️

Rose Tyler

Amy Pond

Clara Oswald

Mickey Smith

Martha Jones 🙋‍♀️

Sally Sparrow

Teen Wolf:

Stiles Stilinski 🙋‍♀️

Lydia Martin 🙋‍♀️

Scott Mccall

Malia Tate

Allison Argent

Kira Yukimura

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Kit Walker 🙋‍♀️

Kyle Spencer 🙋‍♀️

Lana Winters

Madison Montgomery

Misty Day

Cordelia Goode

Billie Dean Howard

The Maze Runner: (The movies)

Newt 🙋‍♀️

Thomas

Teresa

True Romance

Alabama Whitman

Clarence Worley

Grand Army:

Dominique Pierre 🙋‍♀️

Joey Del Marco

Jayson Jackson

Owen Williams

John Ellis

Meera Pakam

Spiderman (2017-present):

Peter Parker 🙋‍♀️

MJ 🙋‍♀️

Liz Allan

Mysterio

Euphoria:

Rue Bennett 🙋‍♀️

Cassie Howard 🙋‍♀️

Fezco 🙋‍♀️

Katherine Hernandez

Lexi Howard

Chris Mckay

Ethan 🙋‍♀️

Sex Education:

Maeve Wiley 🙋‍♀️

Otis Milburn

Jackson Marchetti

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler 🙋‍♀️

Eleven

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

Buffy The Vampire Slayer:

Spike 🙋‍♀️

Cordelia Chase 🙋‍♀️

Buffy Summers

Anya Jenkins

Faith

Jake Gyllenhaal & Characters:

Jake Gyllenhaal 🙋‍♀️

Donnie Darko

Detective Loki 🙋‍♀️

Jamie Randall

Robert Graysmith

Sam Hall

Davis Mitchell

Homer Hickam

Mysterio

Tom Holland & Characters:

Tom Holland 🙋‍♀️

Peter Parker 🙋‍♀️

Lucas (the impossible)

Isaac (how i live now)

Bradley (edge of winter) 🙋‍♀️

Dylan Obrien & Characters:

Dylan Obrien 🙋‍♀️

Thomas

Stiles Stilinski 🙋‍♀️

Caleb Holloway

Mitch Rapp 🙋‍♀️

Dave Hodgman

Andrew Lincoln & Characters:

Andrew Lincoln 🙋‍♀️

Rick Grimes 🙋‍♀️

Simon Casey

Mark (Love Actually)

Misc Celebrities & Characters:

Josh Dun 🙋‍♀️

Tyler Joseph

Zendaya 🙋‍♀️

Alycia Debnam-Carey

Matty Healy

Joseph Gordon-Levitt 🙋‍♀️

Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Bradley Cooper

Dave Franco

Paul Rudd

Anna Kendrick 🙋‍♀️

Amandla Stenberg

Nick Robinson

Maddy Whittier (Everything, Everything)

Olly Bright (Everything, Everything)

Miles Teller

Ethan Dolan

Grayson Dolan 🙋‍♀️

Bellamy Blake (The 100) 🙋‍♀️

Elliot Alderson (Mr Robot)

Cassandra Thomas (Promising Young Woman)

*NONE OF THESE GIFS ARE MINE*

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newmusickarl · 3 years

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Album & EP Recommendations

As there is a HUGE amount to cover this week, I’m trying something a bit different with some slightly snappier reviews and a genre inclusion so you can head straight for the recommendation that matches your musical preference. There’s at least one album from all the key genres this week too, so hopefully a little something for everyone. Without any further ado then, here’s what’s good:

Album of the Week: Comfort To Me by Amyl & The Sniffers (Punk/Rock)

My personal preference from this week is the rip-roaring sophomore album from Australia’s own Amyl & The Sniffers. Although I was already vaguely familiar with the band’s previous work, I was still not prepared for the full throttle, smashmouth, rifftastic contents of this utterly brilliant record. As a result, this one hit me like a lightning bolt, thanks to the furious energy of frontwoman Amy Taylor and the mind-melting guitar work throughout.

From the off, absolutely nothing is held back here, as Taylor’s punk vocals and razor-sharp lyrics hit you in the ear like haymakers. What’s most surprising though is how the shredding guitar riffs that are littered across this record manage to sound so astonishing and impressive, yet at the same time as if the band are not even trying at all. It’s completely hypnotising yet everything is made to sound so easy and natural thanks to the sheer rawness of the music.

This one also already plays out like a greatest hits record too, with Guided By Angels, Security, Hertz, Maggot and Capital five of the best pure punk rock tracks to emerge in the last five years. Concise, in-your-face and no moment spared, this is a rock record the kind of which rarely gets made anymore. Without a doubt, one of the best of the year for its genre.

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Hey What by Low (Experimental/Alternative)

They may be 13 albums and nearly 30 years into their career at this point, but American experimental rockers Low show no sign of slowing down at this point. Still relatively fresh off the back of their hugely acclaimed album Double Negative, which was widely seen as the Album of the Year in 2018, Low are back yet again with another sonic trip into the weird and wonderful.

Now I must admit although a lot of people adored Double Negative, I personally was always a bit indifferent towards it. I appreciated the sonic textures and the heartfelt moments, but it never completely resonated with me like I know it did for others – one that fell into the “easy to admire, hard to love” category. That is not the case with this new album however, as with Hey What they seem to have further refined what they started on that record, creating an album that’s just as impressive but possibly more accessible than its predecessor.

Opener White Horses picks up pretty much where they left off under a tidal wave of soaring vocals and stunning yet unsettling distortion. From there you’ll once again be checking your audio equipment hasn’t broken, as Low playfully mess around with musical conventions and gargantuan glitchy soundscapes to great effect. This also allows the slightly sparser tracks like All Night, Don’t Walk Away and particularly Days Like These, to emerge out of this masterfully produced cacophony as some of the most haunting and stirring moments.

They may not have won me over with the last one, but they certainly have now – an outstanding album that leaves a lasting impression.

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Star-crossed by Kacey Musgraves (Country/Pop)

Golden Hour was another hit with the critics in 2018 that, much like the Low album, didn’t quite capture me. But again, just like Low, I prefer this latest work from country-turned-pop singer, Kacey Musgraves. With Star-crossed, Musgraves aims to craft her own Shakespearean tragedy, with all the theatre and the drama that goes with it.

The title track opener perfectly sets the stage as the gentle plucking of the acoustic guitar is suddenly surrounded by soaring, multi-layered instrumentation. It is all hugely cinematic and from there on in, Musgraves weaves her tale of heartbreak with plenty of catchy hooks, polished production and solid, heartfelt songwriting. However, the best moments are arguably when Musgraves keeps it raw, such as on camera roll where she takes something as simple as finding old photos of a lost lover on a phone and relaying back to the listener the pain that moment can bring.

In a year that’s already seen some brilliant pop albums, Musgraves stakes her claim with a well-crafted record built on a tried and tested concept. It’s a successful outing with more than enough great tunes and interesting instrumentation (see the jazz flute on there is a light in particular) to keep you interested from beginning to end.

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Enjoy The View by We Were Promised Jetpacks (Alternative)

Scottish indie rockers We Were Promised Jetpacks also released their stunning fifth album this week. This one pulls at the heartstrings from the get-go as the gentle waltz of reflective opener that’s Not Me Anymore immediately locks you into the record and refuses to loosen its grip until the very last note. There’s plenty of spine-tingling moments throughout too, such as the melancholic riffs of All That Glittered, the haunting sparseness of What I Know Now and the uplifting melody of I Wish You Well.

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Back In Love City by The Vaccines (Indie)

A band well adept at writing killer hooks at this point, indie rockers The Vaccines have also returned with their fun fifth album this week. Not too much to say about this one other than if you are a fan of their previous efforts the chances are you’ll adore this one too, as their music continues to deliver big riffs and anthemic choruses aplenty, but with more refinement and polished craftmanship at this veteran stage in their career. Highlights include the ultra-catchy title-track and the galloping, Western-stylings of Paranormal Romance, which comes across a bit like their own version of Muse’s Knights of Cydonia.

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Mother by Cleo Sol (R&B/Soul)

Fresh off her high-profile collaborations with Little Simz and Sault, singer-songwriter Cleo Sol has once again stepped out on her own, this time exploring themes of motherhood. Gracious, compassionate and quite moving, it’s a stirring soul record where Cleo’s soft yet powerful vocals take centre stage against a backdrop of minimal instrumentation. If you need something peaceful and easy listening, you won’t go wrong with this one as Don’t Let Me Fall, Promises and We Need You offer up the most beautiful moments here.

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The Melodic Blue by Baby Keem (Hip Hop/Rap)

There is a lot of pressure that comes with being Kendrick Lamar’s cousin, however you wouldn’t know it listening to Baby Keem’s assured debut album. Although it is admittedly quite hit and miss (first two tracks trademark usa and pink panties ironically leave a lot to be desired), there are enough high points here to make this record worth your time. The collaborations with Kendrick (range brothers and family ties) both strike a chord while the Don Toliver (cocoa) and Travis Scott (durag activity) featuring tracks also dazzle. That said Keem is arguably at his best when he’s riding solo, such as on the heartfelt issues and the Kanye West Love Lockdown sampling, scars.

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I’ve Been Trying To Tell You by Saint Etienne (Ambient/Electronic)

Crafted over lockdown, this tenth studio album from the London trio is a gloriously understated dive into modern British history, 1997-2001 to be precise. By using evocative imagery and samples from the turn of the millennium, where R&B and bubblegum pop dominated the musical landscape, they have forged quite a dreamy ambient record. Wonderfully creative and a fairly chill listen, it’s a fascinating reflection on a time when the world seemed a lot less complex than it does today.

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The Blacklist by Metallica (Metal/Various)

And lastly on the albums front this week, I have been promoting the various Metallica covers released as part of the The Blacklist project for several weeks now, but now finally the full album has been revealed along with all the covers yet to be shared as individual releases.

At 53 songs long, the tribute to Metallica’s classic Black Album is certainly not one to run through in a single sitting, however there is plenty of fun covers here to dip into and explore. In case you haven’t seen, amongst those offering their own versions of these classic tracks are: Miley Cyrus & Elton John, Phoebe Bridgers, Dermot Kennedy, Weezer, Biffy Clyro, St. Vincent, Rina Sawayama, Sam Fender, Flatbush Zombies, Portugal The Man, IDLES, Cherry Glazerr and many, many more.

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Tracks of the Week

Beautiful James by Placebo

I’m also over the moon to say Placebo finally released their new single this week, their first since 2016’s Jesus’ Son. Beautiful James shows that Brian Molko and Stefan Olsdal haven’t missed a step in their five-year hiatus, with this one centred on a typically instant chorus and some neon-soaked synths. A big welcome back to one of my all-time favourites!

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I Don’t Live Here Anymore by The War On Drugs

Although the first single from their forthcoming new album may have been more understated than normal, on this title track Adam Granduciel & Co. return to the soaring stadium-sized rock for which they are known. Undoubtedly one of their finest tracks to date, you’ll want to stick this one on repeat just so you can keep getting lost in those wonderfully atmospheric guitar riffs.

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Arcadia by Lana Del Rey

And finally, Lana continues the build towards her second album of 2021, Blue Banisters, with this latest single seeing her on typically vintage form as the song sounds as if it was pulled from another time. With distant horns and a gentle piano, it’s as stunning as any of her best recent work.

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phrynewrites · 4 years

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Get to know me!

Tagged by @artificialpuddle (I was Obligated because you are lovely)

Name: Phrynewrites or Phryne

Nickname: My girlf calls me Alli and my father calls me “weasel.” Both are endearing.

Zodiac: Gemini sun, Taurus moon, Leo rising. (And a Taurus stellium and a big ass tenth house stellium)

Nationality: American

Languages spoken: English, German (amount of German: enough.) (Really, what I remember from high school and a lil bit of college)

What time is it: 3:35 p.m. EST

Celebrity crush: Of course Lana, and also likely my bisexual awakening, Natasha Negovanlis, who played Carmilla on the webseries Carmilla. She’s so pretty she convinced me to buy a leather jacket. Either you die the hero or become your bisexual awakening...

Favorite fictional character: Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy (Pride and Prejudice), Hermione Granger (Harry Potter), Matilda (Matilda), Leslie Knope and Ben Wyatt (Parks and Rec), Rosa Diaz (B99), Scarlett O’Hara (Gone with the Wind), Dorothy Zbornak (The Golden Girls).

Favorite musician: Lana Del Rey, Elton John, Billy Joel, ABBA, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Taylor Swift

Favorite sports teams: Oof, I guess i support Pittsburgh sports teams? For nostalgia purposes?

Favorite season: Definitely autumn, but winter without snow is also so good.

Favorite flower: Calla lilies

Favorite scent: Lavender, cologne, roses, lemon.

Favorite animal: Peacocks (or cats, or aquarium sharks)

Favorite food: Eggplant parm

Dream car: Honestly I’m not much of a car person. I’d love like just like a well priced sedan that’s easy to drive.

Dream trip: I’d love to go to Finland, and then to London 💋

Instruments: I play clarinet and I sing!

Dogs or cats: Cats

Following: 184

Followers: 156

Other blogs: Yep. I have an old one I kind of abandoned when I made this blog, @thereisgrilledcheesetoday

Do you have a tumblr crush: uh yes, my girlfriend @scarletenvynyc

Do you get asks: A few...I’m so bad at answering them. I have like 14 requests just sitting here that I gotta write. Overall, I am garbage at answering asks.

Number of blankets you sleep with: Two: one comforter, one fuzzy blanket.

Average sleep hours: 6 at college, 9 at home.

Drinks of choice: I love a vodka cran!!!! my typical order is one double vodka cran and one beer. But I also love wine and clear liquor with fruit flavors.

What are you wearing right now: Black sweat pants and a sorority t-shirt.

Random fact: I’m such a crier. I’ve cried over so much drag race.

And I tag: @scarletenvynyc, @ianto-is-not-dead, @icametoseethecat, @artificialortega, @buffywhovianpotterlock

#thank you so much for the tag hun!!#about phryne #tag game

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greyias · 5 years

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FIC: By the Guidance of Stars - Chapter 10

Title: By the Guidance of Stars Fandom: SWTOR Pairing: Theron Shan/f!Jedi Knight Rating: T (this chapter) Genre: Angst, H/C, Romance, Humor Synopsis: The Coalition tries to heal in the aftermath of the Battle of Yavin 4, but not every wound is physical. A series of missing scenes set during the end of Shadow of Revan. Author’s Note: It’s been a long time since you saw this header... eh? Thanks to TheWIPProject2019 I’m trying to get this beasty finished up before the end of the month. And we’re close! So close! Also, I feel the need to point out again that certain viewpoint characters do not necessarily reflect my own views, etc, etc. Just trying to stick to what’s portrayed in canon. Warnings: See Chapter 1.

The sun and the gas giant rose on the horizon as morning wore on, their duel for dominance cranking up the humidity into an uncomfortable swelter that he was becoming unfortunately familiar with. After the debrief with Saresh, Theron had retreated further into the canopy under the guise of helping with departure preparations. He wouldn’t go so far as to say it was cooler there, but it was a little less miserable than baking out under the sun.

Of course, there were several things that needed to be done before their withdrawal from the planet, but his motivations weren’t exactly selfless. After the meeting had wrapped, Lana came by to bid her Republic counterparts farewell, and Theron hadn’t felt the need to stick around and chat. He’d never been particularly talented at saying goodbye when he was on the best of terms with people — and things with Lana were… complicated.

Prior to his capture at the hands of the Revanites, there had been this queer sort of understanding between them. He wouldn’t go so far as to call it blind trust — but they’d had each others’ backs during their long exile. Partners in crime, if only by necessity rather than choice. They’d built a familiar rapport that to an outsider might mistake them for actual friends. And yet traditional friendships didn’t involve getting each other tortured by the enemy—although maybe they’d never really been so much as friends. Just temporary allies stuck together for an extended period of time.

It was probably Theron’s own fault for forgetting that.

After his escape from the Revanites, he hadn’t been able to completely ignore that itchy feeling of unease that settled between his shoulder blades when she was around. On some rational level, he knew it wasn’t fair to Lana that he would get a flash of a dark room deep in an underground Rishi compound. It wasn’t really her fault that he felt pressure building in his skull at the memory of forceful mind probes, or for a moment only hearing the ragged echo of his own screams reverberating in a small cramped room. All of that would eventually go away in time, he knew. It wasn’t utterly rational for him to hold a grudge — but then again, Theron had never really been accused of being a paragon of rationality.

So he’d kept his final interaction with her as short as humanly possible, which may have meant that he’d come off a little more terse than he’d intended if Kira’s arched brow at him was any indication. He’d felt a little pride in being able to be mostly civil with Lana during the whole thing, so he’d ignored the Jedi’s silent admonishments. He was less successful in ignoring the ugly feeling bubbling in his gut at leaving Grey alone with Lana to talk. Maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was concern. It was too difficult to untangle at this point, and he honestly didn’t care as long as he just got himself as far away from the awkward situation as possible.

So he’d made himself useful instead. Satele had given him a manifest of several shuttles on the ground that needed preflight checks. That was the pretense anyway. What they’d really needed was a thorough sweep for bugs, tracking devices, and any other nasty surprises before docking with the Dauntless and getting back into Republic space. Just because there was a temporary truce when it came to the remaining Revanites and the search for Vitiate didn’t mean that they had to blindly trust the Imperials. After all, if it had occurred to Theron to try and use the opportunity to gain extra intel while both sides were together, he was fairly certain the same thing had occurred to the Imps.

He hadn’t really found anything noteworthy or surprising — except for just one interesting thing. The last shuttle on the list had been assigned to him as part of his reinstatement with the SIS. A ship with a very familiar name and registry — Sojourner.

It was standard procedure for the government-owned property of any rogue intelligence agents to be confiscated, inspected, and then reappropriated as needed. That wasn’t the weird part — just another uncomfortable reminder of how much Theron had to straighten out once he got back to Coruscant. No, the weird thing was how his ship had wound up in Satele’s possession.

It was very possible that it was pure coincidence. Wartime led to a lot of organized chaos, and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for assets to be reassigned where they were needed most. It was also possible that Satele had somehow managed to arrange the transfer of his shuttle to her fleet. But there was no reason for her to do that. They weren’t exactly close and she would had to have some sort of motivation to put forth the effort. Like realizing the charges leveled against him were trumped up and had held onto something for him until his name was cleared. But that implied some amount of faith in him, both in his character and his abilities. And that just… he didn’t really know what to do with that.

As his hand brushed over the familiar hull, a rush of memories and emotions washing over him, he decided that maybe the could analyze the implications and the coincidences later. For now he was just happy to have something of his own back again. Well, technically it was still Republic property. But possession was nine-tenths of the law, as the saying went.

The crunch of heavy boots in the underbrush roused him from his thoughts, and he glanced up from his datapad to see Grey making her way through the jungle. A quick glance at the chrono let him know that the morning had worn on longer than he’d realized — and that their time here on Yavin was growing to a close. An uncomfortable feeling rose in his chest at that thought, and he did his best to ignore it.

“So, I see you found me,” he said by way of greeting.

“You managed to discover a good hiding spot,” she commented lightly, her tone almost teasing.

“What makes you think I’m hiding?” He tossed back, tapping out a few last commands into the datapad before stowing it away.

She gave a little shrug, still with that half smile. “Well, you’re off here on your own. I thought you just hated packing.”

“Well, packing is the worst,” he agreed, “although I’m not hiding from it.”

She quirked a brow. “Hiding from something else then?”

“You don’t give up easily, do you?”

The teasing grin faded into a gentler smile. “You disappeared pretty quickly earlier. I wasn’t sure…”

It probably was a little wishful thinking that his quick exit earlier would have been completely ignored and forgotten. He swallowed the sigh that threatened to escape and wondered if it was worth the attempt to bluff his way out this conversation. Their time here on Yavin was almost up — and there were far better ways to spend it than debating about Lana Beniko.

“Satele needed help with departure prep.” That earned an arched brow in disbelief, and he felt his bottled up sigh escaping before mumbling, “And maybe I also thought things might be a little less awkward without me there.”

Her face didn’t exactly fall but her eyes dropped to the ground, lips pressing together. He did his best to ignore the pang in his gut that made him want to take back the moment of honesty. It really wasn’t fair that she could twist his insides up with just a look.

“I had hoped that we could all part as friends, but… I understand your feelings about Lana right now,” she said after a moment, “and it would be wrong for someone to tell you that you have no right to them.”

He was fairly certain she didn’t understand all of his complicated feelings regarding their Sith ally, or soon-to-be former ally rather. He didn’t exactly have it all sorted out himself — but it was a nice change of pace that he didn’t have to argue about his feelings.

“It’s less that, and more… giving you space.” There was a little more hesitation in his reply than he would have let others’ hear — but then again, taking this sort of care in a conversation was also a bit of new territory for him. At her quirked brow, he added, “You and Lana have a little bit of a different dynamic. It’s not my place to impose.”

His words were genuine, if a little grudgingly uttered. He wasn’t sure exactly how right Kira had been about everything — but she had a point about him trusting the woman in front of him. It was not something he afforded to many people, but this particular Jedi had earned his at the very least.

“That’s very thoughtful,” Grey said, her lips twitching at the hints of a smile, “but you didn’t have to go so far.”

Theron shrugged lightly. “You know my motto: go big or go home.”

“I did not realize you had codified that particular impulse into a motto.” Her quirked lips quivered a little, as if she was suppressing a grin.

“Impulse?” He asked with mock indigence. “Are you suggesting that I don’t think through everything I do?”

That got the grin to emerge as she let out a snort that was very undignified for a Jedi Master, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Maybe just the smallest of suggestions.”

His harumph was half-hearted at best, but it earned a snicker, and more importantly, moved them away from the awkward topic. Of course, they still hadn’t addressed the bantha in the room, which was the one thing he’d been avoiding thinking about as much as possible. Which was that the time for their own parting was rapidly drawing nearer. Part of him just wanted to keep up the teasing, maybe see exactly how loud and undignified he could make her snort. It was almost tempting to just keep things light and happy and not even bring up the fact that this could be the last time they saw each other — at least for a long while. However, it was probably better in the long run to just rip off the kolto patch now and not draw this out any longer.

“So, this is it, huh?”

Her mirth evaporated as she caught onto his meaning and she gave a small nod. “I suppose… I suppose it is.”

“It’s been quite a ride, hasn’t it?” He added. “I mean, it’s not every day you dismantle a galactic conspiracy and save both the Republic and the Empire from destruction.”

“Not every day,” she allowed, “and not necessarily all at once.”

Oh. Right. He almost forgot who he was talking to. Theron made a living working in the shadows, but even after all the time they’d work together he hadn’t quite gotten used to standing in the long one she cast. “Brag, brag, brag.”

“I’m not bragging,” she insisted quickly, “or trying to undercut your accomplishments — it is a very good thing we did here, Theron.”

Oh stars, she was just so… so… he didn’t even know, just that he was going to miss this too. Even if it made him feel awkward and uncomfortable far more than he ever wanted to. What the hell was wrong with him?

“I’m kidding,” he said, only letting her linger in the flustered state for a few moments, “and if we’re being honest you did most of the hard work.”

“Do not discount your own contributions.”

“I’m not,” he assured her, “I’m just giving credit where it’s due.”

“You deserve just as much credit,” she said firmly.

“Well, I mean, I did get my old job back,” Theron said, “so it’s not like it all went unnoticed.”

“Well good,” she gave a small huff, “the Republic and the SIS are very lucky to have as dedicated and talented an agent as you.”

“Can I get a recording of that to play back for the director?” he joked.

“Certainly. Where is your recorder?”

From the look in her eye and tone of her voice, he wasn’t sure if she was serious or not. The mental image of her facing off with Marcus Trant was an amusing one. Jedi overachiever versus the Republic’s chief spy — it would certainly be quite the show. Not that Theron really needed any extra help with someone singing his praises, and definitely not from his, uh… his…

Okay, they didn’t really have any definitions right now for whatever this thing was. That was fine. Suited him perfectly really. Definitions were muddy and confusing and just made a mess of things anyway. That was probably part of what had tripped him up in the past. Well, that and working too much. Not that he was going to stop that. The working part. He had things to do. Besides, it was better to just go with the flow and see where the moment took them and—

“So what’s next for you?” she asked. The way she was tilting her head slightly at him in confusion said that perhaps his utter mental derailment over the state of their not-relationship may have not gone entirely unnoticed.

He cleared his throat, trying to refocus back on the present. “Coruscant. Have to debrief officially, do some paperwork. Boring stuff really. You?”

“I must admit, I don’t exactly know. I will have to report back to the Jedi Council and see where they want to send me next.” A frown of stole across her face as she gave the matter further thought. “I… did not exactly ask for permission to head to Rishi. That will take a little bit of explanation.”

He almost teased her for the flagrant rule breaking and broach of protocol, but a memory of the previous night resurfaced and quashed the impulse just as quickly. “Well, at least you had the Grand Master with you for the latter half of this whole mess. That should help.”

“Yes,” Grey said, “I am certain she will help straighten everything out.”

“You know, I think she just might.”

The words escaped him without much thought, which surprised him a little. Apparently they did the other participant of the conversation as well because her eyebrows raised a little in surprise, but she didn’t comment directly.

He gave a half shrug, trying to recover his footing. “I mean. You are her favorite.”

“Theron, she cares just as much—”

“It’s a joke,” he cut her off, perhaps too quickly, before he could hear whether she was about to argue in favor of Satele’s impartiality when it came to her fellow Jedi or if the statement was going to be a little more familial in nature.

The frown returned in full, her hands settling on her hips as she fixed him with a look for his rude interruption. “I am not trying to intervene or insert myself where I do not belong, but… she does care. Even if it’s not shown in the same way everyone else does.”

Theron’s gaze drifted down to the lightsabers clipped at Grey’s belt and then back to his shuttle, an odd feeling bubbling up in chest. It wasn’t a bad feeling, just a really confusing one. Something he had no idea what to do with and he let out a long sigh, hand unconsciously drifting to the back of his neck to rub at an invisible itch. “Yeah, maybe… I mean… it’s just weird for me.”

Her frown melted away into a contrite look and she cautiously laid a hand on his. “I apologize. That was not my place to speak on.”

“It’s okay,” he said after a moment, giving a quick glance to their surroundings before adjusting his hand so that he could thread his fingers through hers. “Just one of those things. Not sure if I’ll ever get used to it — at least with her.”

That didn’t seem to particularly mollify her, so he added after a moment’s hesitation. “But can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.”

“After everything that’s happened lately, I’ve been starting to wonder if you might be right. About… that. And maybe a few other things.”

The apologetic expression gave way to a genuine smile that was almost blinding in its intensity and almost made up completely for the awkward conversation. Well, and her close proximity definitely didn’t hurt.

He did another quick scan of their surroundings and a readout flashed on the HUD in his ocular implants, letting him know that the area around them was completely clear of onlookers. So he stepped in even closer and dropped his voice an octave as he gave her fingers a squeeze. “You know, it’s kind of funny.”

“What is?”

“Everyone knows you as this famous Jedi — and yet no one knows just how amazing you are.”

“I’m not—”

“You are,” he punctuated his words with another squeeze of his fingers, and followed it up by cupping her face with his other hand so she couldn’t look away. “Sure I mean, you can swing around a lightsaber like nobody’s business, but you also make a pretty damn good spy and saboteur.”

“I would not call those my strengths,” she said, “I am only as good as those supporting me.”

He hummed softly in consideration. “So you’re saying you had a pretty good partner then?”

“The best.”

“Sounds like a pretty lucky guy to me,” Theron mused, “although I’m pretty sure he can’t do nearly as good a pirate impression as you.”

She flushed at the mention of her cover identity back on Rishi. “I was just trying to get into character. For the mission.”

“You got very into character if I remember correctly.” He grinned as the color in her cheeks darkened. “Complete with a very ridiculous pirate outfit.”

“It’s not ridiculous!” she insisted. “It’s… historically accurate.”

“You had an ornamental eyepatch,” he pointed out. “What did you wind up doing with that thing anyway?”

“It’s on the ship.” She gave him a look. “Why? Do you want me to go and get it?”

“Hmm, maybe later.”

“Later?”

“I’ve got a different idea on what we could be doing with our time.” He brushed his fingers across her cheek, watching the way her breath hitched ever so slightly with motion. “If you think you’re up for it.”

This close up, he could see her entire thought process as she worked through the innuendo and invitation. A subtle furrowing of the brow in brief puzzlement, before her eyes widened ever so slightly in realization, and her cheeks flushed even darker than before. Then she was looping her arms around his neck, leaning in for a long, slow kiss filled with desire and promises of much more.

As she pulled away, she looked up at him with those big blue eyes. “Something like that?”

“It’s a good start.” He grinned back at her, one hand going around her waist as he pulled her in even closer. “Why don’t we move to somewhere a little more private?”

Her return kiss was answer in itself.

#swtor fanfiction #theron shan x jedi knight #Theron Shan #Female Jedi Knight/Hero of Tython #otp: adorkable #oc: greyias highwind #SoR Fic O Doom #ONE YEAR LATER #we get an update #thank goodness for #thewipproject2019 #(this is a frankenchapter)#(in that it has pieces from all of the cut chapters that preceded it)#swtor #fanfic #greyfic

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The Missing Rose

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by MysticRose1992

Sequel to Jackie's Mission.

The Doctor and Rose are coping after the Battle of Canary Wharf and the impending danger that lingers over not only the Doctor but also his unborn child. The Doctor and Rose try to come up with a plan to stop the Doctor's death while saving the universe. Along the way they meet a Runaway Bride, Doctor Jones, a Girl Who Waited, a Roman, River Song, and even Zero Luck. And as the Doctor's family keeps growing so does his resolve to keep on living.

Words: 3816, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Doctor's Family

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Rose Tyler | Bad Wolf, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Donna Noble | The DoctorDonna, Martha Jones, Mickey Smith, Amy Pond (Doctor Who), Rory Williams, River Song, TARDIS, Mina (Mimi) Rose, Lana (Lala) Rose, Zero Luck

Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Eleventh Doctor/Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Martha Jones/Mickey Smith, Amy Pond/Rory Williams, Mina (Mimi) Rose/Zero Luck

Additional Tags: Romance, Drama, Family, Family Feels, Family Drama, Time Travel, Kidnapping, Attempted Brainwashing, Attempted Murder, more tags to come

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #janto #jack harness #ianto jones #jack x ianto #ao3feed janto

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The Missing Rose

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by MysticRose1992

Sequel to Jackie's Mission.

Words: 3816, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Doctor's Family

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M

Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Eleventh Doctor/Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Martha Jones/Mickey Smith, Amy Pond/Rory Williams, Mina (Mimi) Rose/Zero Luck

Additional Tags: Romance, Drama, Family, Family Feels, Family Drama, Time Travel, Kidnapping, Attempted Brainwashing, Attempted Murder, more tags to come

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#eleventh doctor #rose tyler #eleven x rose #elevenxrose #doctor who

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ao3feed-tenxrose · 5 years

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The Missing Rose

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2C8Jzvb

by MysticRose1992

Sequel to Jackie's Mission.

Words: 3816, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Doctor's Family

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M

Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Eleventh Doctor/Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Martha Jones/Mickey Smith, Amy Pond/Rory Williams, Mina (Mimi) Rose/Zero Luck

Additional Tags: Romance, Drama, Family, Family Feels, Family Drama, Time Travel, Kidnapping, Attempted Brainwashing, Attempted Murder, more tags to come

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #tenxrose

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deckyshep · 3 years

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Unholiest - Chapter Two

Original story by R.D. Shepard. Read Chapter One Here.

Genre(s): Historical Fiction, Supernatural, Romance Content Warnings: HIV/AIDS diagnosis, homophobia, missing person, eating disorder, grief, suicide mention, drugging Author’s Notes: Thanks for reading! This is chapter two of the Unholiest novel I’ve been writing for over a year now. This novel was heavily inspired by a TTRPG series that I’ve been a huge fan of for a long time; with the uploading of each chapter, it’ll likely become apparent which TTRPG series it is, haha. Enjoy! Summary: Mac Whelan and Drew Kelly are a young, openly gay couple in the early 1980s, living in NYC and struggling to make ends meet. It’s hard enough being out of the closet in the midst of the AIDS crisis—but when Mac suddenly goes missing, Drew struggles with the grief of losing the first man he ever loved while also dealing with the existential dread of his own mortality. When he discovers what happened to his fiancé, though... heads will roll.

It had been six months since Mac had disappeared, leaving behind nothing but a vague note explaining why he had to leave. It had been horrible the first four months, of course; Drew only left the apartment every few weeks to get coffee grounds and filters for the coffee pot, as that was the only thing he could stomach most of the time. He’d lost a good amount of weight – not from sickness, of course, but from being too depressed to eat.

But Deloreah and her friends brought him to the grocery store after a few months, forcing him to pick up the things he needed to survive. It was an intervention of sorts; he’d lost his job in his depressive spiral, and they were so terrified he was just going to off himself that they had to reel him back in.

He was feeling better—no, that was a lie. His heart was still smashed into millions of painful little shards, and even in their broken form, they throbbed, ached with pain and longing, mourning for the love of his life. He just wasn’t as suicidal as he had been only two months ago. He knew he had to carry on, but he didn’t know how; all he knew was that he had to at least survive.

It had been six months since Mac left him to spare him of watching his fiancé die slowly of an incurable, untreatable illness... but it had only been a few weeks since Deloreah took him to the clinic to get tested for HIV. He’d gotten a call to return to the clinic last week, and when he heard the news, it only confirmed what he already knew: he was HIV-positive.

Dr. Stannard had offered him an experimental treatment that was showing early signs of success in fighting the virus, but he’d declined politely and left. He stayed in his apartment for a few days, eating only a bowl of bland cereal and drinking ungodly amounts of black coffee each day. He didn’t know what to do; was there a point in doing anything if he was going to die anyway?

He wanted to say he’d came to his senses and realized this was no way to live, gone back to the doctor and volunteered for that treatment. But that didn’t happen. That wasn’t the reason he’d left his apartment for the first time that week on Saturday night.

It was the cut-out newspaper listing that somebody slid under his door, circled in bright red pen, that got him out tonight. It was titled, “So You’re Dying – So Are We.” In italics underneath that, there was a small description: “Not everything has to end the moment we find out our lives will. Dr. Goodfellow can help you come to terms with it without exacerbating your fears.” Underneath that, in bold, all-capital letters, was an address for an office in downtown Manhattan, maybe five blocks away from his apartment.

There he walked, dressed in Mac’s patch-covered, punk leather jacket and his own skinny jeans and boots to keep out the cold of late autumn. He finally stopped at a bus station, pulling the clipping out of his pocket to look at the address again, then glanced up at the building in front of him: it wasn’t the tallest building he’d ever seen, but it was rather grander than he expected. The first floor with practically undamaged concrete steps leading to the mirrored glass doors had a large, elegant neon sign above the doors, labeling it as the Goodfellow Charitable Art Gallery. As he walked up the steps, he saw the directory sign posted beside the double doors. It seemed that Goodfellow owned this entire building, as his name was plastered in the title of every business on each floor. And his personal office was at the very top.

Taking a breath, Drew opened the doors, stepping inside.

Right away, he felt completely out of place. The art gallery sat upon a marbled stone floor, the art-covered walls a similar shade of painted grey but bordered in gold-painted wooden trim along every corner. If that hadn’t been enough, the patrons of the current gallery showing were all dressed like billionaires; every woman wore a fur-lined coat and expensive kitten heels, while every man wore a flawless three-piece suit, each looking like it was tailored by a Gucci designer. He instantly received a few disgusted looks, but he ignored them the best he could, walking through the gallery to find the building’s elevator.

“Well, hello.” Someone caught his arm, and when he looked back, he saw the most intimidatingly beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life. She was much taller than him, especially in her knee-high, green velvet boots and extremely short, body-con black dress. Her strawberry blond hair was pinned into a bob atop her head, a few perfectly curled locks hanging down to frame her freckled, pale face. Her makeup looked intentionally heavy, from her long, thick lashes to her glossy pink lips. But the things that caught his attention the most were her eyes, as they nearly glowed an emerald green. She grinned eagerly, softly squeezing his thin bicep in her hand. “You don’t look like you belong here... but the most interesting people don’t. What’s your name?”

Drew plucked her hand off his arm gently, giving a tight but polite smile. “Drew Kelly. But I’m... Sorry, I'm not here for the gallery. Do you know where the elevator to the doctor’s office is?”

Her eyes seemed to glint in curiosity. “You’re here to see Goodfellow? Interesting.” She glanced over his leather jacket, amused by the sheer number of patches sewn into it. “Goodfellow put that advertisement in the paper after his daughter was diagnosed with leukemia. I don’t know if he’s in his office, but...” Her vivid eyes returned to gaze into his, tilting her head with another smile. “If someone like you has the boldness to march into this gallery just to see him, what is stopping the rest of us?” Drew furrowed his brow in response, and she giggled, pointing a long finger behind her, where a hallway hid behind one of the separated gallery walls. “The elevator is down that hallway. Would you mind if I joined you, Drew?”

He stared at her, trying to determine her motive for a few seconds before he sighed. “That’s... fine, I guess.”

“Wonderful.” She turned, elegantly shuffling past other patrons toward the hallway, and he followed cautiously but closely behind.

The elevator at the end of the hallway was a stark difference in aesthetic compared to the gallery – it was a simple metal elevator with two buttons with arrows on them, one pointing up and the other pointing down. She pressed her thumb into the button pointing upward, and it glowed faintly red as the elevator doors opened. They both stepped inside the small elevator, and the woman quickly looked over the several buttons lining the side, all numbered in order, pressing the top button – the tenth floor. The doors shut, and the elevator began its ascent, a soft instrumental tune playing over the speakers in the ceiling.

The woman turned to him with a sudden gasp. “Oh, how absolutely rude of me! I never introduced myself.” She brushed her perfect hair away from her eyes with a few fingers; Drew noticed she had a simple, gold wedding band on her left ring finger. “My name is Professor Lana Bixby. I am the curator of tonight’s gallery showing.”

Drew felt his throat go cotton dry. “I-- It’s, ah, nice to meet you, Lana.”

“Please, I prefer Lane.” She smiled, absently looking over the walls of the elevator. “‘Drew Kelly’ sounds awfully familiar as a name. I feel like I’ve heard it recently.”

Drew’s gaze lowered to the floor. “You might be thinking of Drew Carey. That’s what my friends nicknamed me.”

Lane raised an eyebrow at him, glancing over for just a second before she returned her eyes to the elevator’s progress above the doors. They’d made it to the fifth floor already. “I’m sure that’s a common misattribution. But that’s not who I’m thinking of... Why, I’m certain I heard someone mention a Drew Kelly at some point.” Drew suddenly looked over at her with narrowed eyes, examining her face, as though he would try to read her mind through her expression. Yet she was smiling curiously as she watched each floor number glow atop the elevator doors. “Oh well. Perhaps it’ll come to me later.”

She was toying with him. But why?

The elevator suddenly beeped loudly, and the elevator doors opened, revealing a long red-painted hallway adorned with gold frames holding paintings of many kinds. Several expensive-looking, matching rugs covered the grey, marbled tile floor between several heavy-looking doors lining the walls directly across from each other. At the end of the hallway, maybe fifty feet forward, was another heavy wooden door with a metal plaque at eye level that read “Dr. Cyrus Goodfellow” in engraved cursive.

Drew felt his heart start to pound, but Lane nonchalantly made her way toward the door, glancing back at him as she walked. “Oh, Drew. Don’t tell me you’re scared, now. Goodfellow’s a good fellow.” She winked, turning back to the door and stopping in front of it. He swallowed hard but quickly followed, standing beside her with his fingers nervously twitching in his jacket’s pockets. As soon as she sensed his presence next to her, she knocked her fist against the door. “Cyrus, darling. I’m sorry to bother, but there’s a young man here to see you.”

There was a moment of silence... and then he heard a deep voice muffled behind the door. “Bring him in.”

Lane smiled at Drew, motioning toward the door. “After you, lovely.”

Drew took a deep breath, twisting the doorknob and opening the door. The first thing he saw was a dark office, only dimly lit by a green and gold string lamp atop a desk, where an older white man, possibly in his forties and with golden hair slicked back by gel, sat in a rich leather desk chair, a curious look on his face.

The last thing he saw was a delicate, pale hand reaching up to his face from behind him, holding a soaked paper towel that was subsequently forced against his nose.

#rdshepardwriting #writing #writers on tumblr #supernatural genre #aids crisis #fiction #gay fiction #gay romance #original writing #lgbtq #lgbtq fiction #lgbt fiction #queer fiction #queer writer #queer writing #queer author #unholiest novel #unholiest chap 2

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2017’s Finest - The Best Songs of 2017

Now, you can call 2017 a lot of things, but there’s one thing you can’t call it: a good year for music!

Though this year was a general shit storm, never mind musically, there were a few gems to come out and shine this year. From pop punk saviors to alt pop goddesses, there were a select handful of songs that managed to salvage 2017. Here we go!

1. Lit Me Up - Brand New (Science Fiction)

The opening track on Brand New’s latest (and final) studio effort, Science Fiction, Lit Me Up is as deep as it is eerie. It was because of this song that I not only listened through the rest of the album, but also revisited everything I had previously missed in Brand New’s discography. Listening to it brings you this numbing, sinking feeling. Yet, you just can’t turn it off. No matter what you’re into, I highly recommend listening to this song at least once.

2. Lust for Life - Lana Del Rey ft. The Weeknd (Lust for Life)

I’ve ranted and raved about how amazing this song is all year, so I’ll keep it brief with my incessant praise. I’ll just say that, this track is everything that Lana’s massive following have come to love about her, and more. Her and The Weeknd coexist beautifully here and create some amazing harmonies, really sealing in the quality of this song. Eight months and a zillion plays later, and this track still remains one of my favorite songs of all time.

3. The Louvre - Lorde (Melodrama)

Up until the release of this album, I hadn’t been much into Lorde. Royals was as far as it he went for me. But, this song, this album, it really opened my eyes to how beautiful her music is. If I had to define romance, I’d just play this song as loud as I possibly could. It’s so cute, yet so brilliant. I get both butterflies and chills whenever I hear it play.

4. Double Helix - Knuckle Puck (Shapeshifter)

Now, no one in the scene has the balls to admit this, but I will. Pop punk, as a whole, has kinda been in the shitter for a few years now. For the most part, it’s become trite, overly generic, lack luster, you name it. That being said, I can really vibe with this song. It has enough edge and passion to break the mold while still staying true to the name and the morals of the scene. It’s with this song that Knuckle Puck, among a few select others, continue to Defend Pop Punk™️.

5. Heavy - Linkin Park ft. Kiiara (One More Light)

I’ve said this countless times before Chester passed away (May he Rest In Peace), but this album received much more heat than it deserved. Do people really expect a band to stay the same forever, to maintain the same sound from their first album on their tenth? No, that’s ridiculous. Before I stray too far, though, this song is so beautifully done. The lyrics has a lot of depth, even more so now that Chester’s gone, and it has a smooth and pleasant sound. To anyone reading this, I beg of you. If you haven’t already, please open your ears and give this tune a listen. I promise you, it’s worth it.

So, these were the songs that I felt saved music as a whole, this year. That being said, there were quite a few others that weren’t groundbreaking, but held quite a bit of merits in their own. Here we go with some honorable mentions!

Honorable Mentions

- This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift (Reputation)

This song was just too petty to not put on this list. It’s the perfect balance between petty, savage, and synth pop craftsmanship.

- Wildfire - blink-182 (California Deluxe Edition)

California would’ve had a place in the best songs category had I not been so let down by its release. That being said, Wildfire really stuck with me. Though recycled, the riffs are timeless, and Matt Skiba works absolute wonders with this track.

- Everybody Dies In Their Nightmares - xxxtentacion (17)

I feel like this track in particular goes hand in hand with the theme of sad a e s t h e t i c that seems to have taken over 2017. XXX delves deeper into darker, more serious territory with suicidal thoughts and tendencies, also touching on the very relatable nighttime depression. It’s a very real song, and I heavily vibe with it.

- Get Free - Lana Del Rey (Lust for Life)

At first, I was going to reserve this spot for the song ‘Cherry’, also on featured Lust for Life. While they’re both impeccable tracks, I can’t help but feel saddened that only a handful of people know this song exists. I’d honestly dare to say it’s one of the most beautiful, liberating songs ever produced. It’s literally flawless from start to finish, and I challenge anyone to ever tell me otherwise.

And there you have it, my top picks of the year! I know a lot of people will disagree, and that’s completely okay. This shit is subjective, after all.

What were your favorites of the year? Tell me in a reply! As always, it’s been a pleasure. Happy Holidays, everybody❤️✨

Stay Tuned for More!

#best songs of 2017 #lana del rey #blink 182 #xxxtentacion #taylor swift #lorde #albums #music #lyrics #2017 #year end #brand new #no one asked me #stay tuned #songs #new music #new album

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