#ramon's clueless

[hausofmamadas]

| Every alley in Mexico has its own ghost |

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Pairing: Ramón Arellano Félix x David Barrón

Written especially for @kesskirata - Narcos Fanfiction Exchange 2022

Word count: 3K

I’d never met anyone like him. Which made sense. The planet would likely combust if it had to contend with the rabid, spitfire energy of more than one Ramón Arellano Félix.

David Barrón has spent the last few months “not noticing” Ramón Arellano Félix, but even the will and self-denial of a deeply repressed convicted felon/cartel assassin isn't enough to withstand the fatal charms of the youngest Arellano.

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I leaned over the warehouse railing, trying hard not to pay attention to what was missing from the main floor below. The empty spot in the middle where that tall kid with the crazy hair should be gesturing wildly with an ice pop in one hand, shooting Nestor with his BB gun in the other, laughing every time he winced, fighting with Mín over where the trucks should go once they arrived. That tall kid with the crazy hair was miles away and I was trying hard not to notice.

Mín’s office door slammed and I turned around just in time to see Pancho chuck something in my direction. His throw was short and whatever it was - looked like a balaclava of some kind - ended up plopping half a foot from my shoes. When I picked it up, I was smacked by the smell of latex and formaldehyde. Inspecting it more closely, I realized it was a Halloween mask. A kitschy calavera skull to be exact, black and white with tacky accents of orange and purple lining the eyeholes. Something you’d find at Party City or some scrappy stand on the pier at Pacific Beach. Ridiculous but something else to think about.

“Barrón? Are you coming?”

I held up the mask with two fingers like a pair of dirty socks and looked at Pancho, dubious.

“Que cabrón? Qué pedo?”

I didn’t have to say anything. I wasn’t going anywhere without an explanation. Pancho knew this.

“Pinsh— tu eres el cabrón mas shingada obstinado que he conocido pues. Lo sabes?”

I knew it, but still said nothing. Let silence reverse-engineer the conversation. People like Pancho who were uncomfortable with silence were particularly susceptible to the dangers of filling it with chatter. Sometimes the chatter was useless. But if you held out long enough to convince them that supplying answers might end the noiseless agony, the chatter contained a lot of those too. They’d break, give you something for nothing at all. Friends for years, and still, Pancho fell for it every time.

“Par de independientes,” he relented, raking his hand over his face and sighing, “from your neck of the woods are pushing product, pero no han pagado la pisa. Dina got the bright idea to collect without enough backup. Món and Mín aren’t back from Ensenada yet. Entonces, somos su espaldos.”

My neck of the woods? That couldn’t be right. No one would be that stupid with Ziggy as the Logan Heights llevero. Even if I hadn’t been with the AFO, all work and no play makes Ziggy a cranky boy, sensible ‘ole Ziggy Morenas would never risk all-out war with the Arellanos by sending some back-alley greenhorns down here. Carnales would have his cojones before he could give the order.

“You sure they’re Logan Heights?”

“Pues, no se, it’s what Mín said.”

As discerning as Mín could be, he was blind regarding anything me-related. He must’ve heard the names of one of the other San Diego clickas and mistook it for Barrio LH. Probably only heard the “Heights” in Sherman Heights and thought the worst. All shoot first, questions later. I needed to call Ziggy.

When I didn’t move, Pancho threw up his hands. “Qué pedo pues ya? Qué quieres que te diga?”

“Wanna know the best way to get pinched?”

He scowled at my cross-examination.

“Theatrics. So,” I jiggled the mask, “the fuck are these for?”

“Pues si, pero estos pendejos decided to take advantage of the gabashos in town for Dia de los Muertos. The place we’re going is smack in the middle of the parade route.”

I stood corrected.

“Any more questions?”

All work and no play made Pancho a cranky boy. I always did attract the prickliest of kindred spirits. He and Ziggy should meet one of these days.

I nodded my head, “Listo pues.” But instead of following, I brushed past him patting his shoulder, and headed for Mín’s office. He looked a comical mix of outraged and bewildered but if this call prevented an all-out war, the grumpy fuck would thank me later.

For someone so uptight and particular, it always surprised me how much of a mess Mín’s office was. The file cabinets that lined the wall were covered in half empty Banker’s boxes, loose files, paper clips, and pens. I had to move stacks of papers just to get to the phone. I dialed Ziggy’s home number, hoping I’d get him and not his girl León, or his grandma. This wasn’t something you could have a little old lady jot on a steno pad to pass on later.

“Diga.” Ziggy’s voice was flat bored.

“Zig, it’s me.”

His voice brightened from flat bored to mild disinterest. “Ay, there he is. I heard ‘round the way you were in town a few weeks ago. Hurt you didn’t call.” He oozed disaffected sarcasm but Ziggy always told the truth.

“So you do miss me,” I teased. “Nah, got strapped for time. Had to cut early and get back.”

“Yeah, Tijuana. How’s it going? Gotta be better than mediating for a bunch of wiseass baby cholos.”

“Few months and already sick of being key holder?”

“I was never much for people.”

I laughed, “Shoot, true. But you got sense. Mando knew that. Speaking of sense, you didn’t send some newbie triflers to sling down here without clearing it with the Arellanos, did you?”

He coughed out, “Uh, pardon?” No one can fake that kind of cluelessness.

“Didn’t think so.”

“What the fuck. Who’s saying it was us?”

“Don’t know. Any new beef with the paisas up there, other clickas?”

“I mean. Does the sun rise and set everyday?”

“C’mon fool, I’m serious.”

Zig chuckled, “Not more or less than usual. Shermtown just dropped three of our guys last week. Some kind of family vendetta against one of my gunners. Fue una poca mierda.”

Shermtown. Sherman Heights. I’d called it. Probably.

“Hmm. Alright. Gotta bounce. Gracias, primo.”

“Woah, woah, hold up. You don’t think you should explain this to me? I don’t want any fucking surprises up here.”

“It’s not like that. Someone fucked up, but shit’s going down here. I’ll hit you with what you need to know when I know.”

“Whatever, chiflado.”

“Cool it, cranky. It’s me. I got you.” The sound of Ziggy laughing shrank as I pulled the receiver away and hung up.

Pancho was in the doorway when I turned around, leaning, arms crossed, leg shaking. He wanted to hit me. I could tell.

“Que estás haciendo, cabrón?”

I narrowed my eyes, boring my gaze into his forehead. “Independientes from ‘my neck of the woods?’ Not Barrio LH.”

He kicked off the doorframe like he’d been nodding off and just woke up. “So?”

“So, either Mín fucked up, or someone’s smearing my neighborhood to sell, tax-free, in yours.”

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We flew down the warehouse’s metal-grated steps so fast and I thought of those homeless tap dancers in Old Town downtown San Diego, peddling little routines for some pocket change and leftover French fries. We piled into the SUV parked outside. I shouted as casually as I could above the engine turnover, “Has hablado con Ramón?”

Pancho rolled his eyes as he checked the mag on his .45, “Supposedly, he’s meeting us there. They were already on their way when I got the call and pinshe menso’s trying to book it. Who knows if he’ll make it in time.”

I wished he wouldn’t. I wasn’t excited. I stared ahead and grabbed hold of the door handle as we pinballed side-to-side with every gaping pothole. Back home, people - well, usually gringos - liked to say the streets of Mexico were paved with blood. That always cracked me up, thinking about all these vigilant little tourists, popping down to Tijuana for a voyeuristic thrill, tip-toeing around the city, whispering words of warning to each other; the Underground Railroad for spring breakers. That is, if they weren’t hammered on the beach at one in the afternoon. Little did they know, the streets of Mexico weren’t fucking paved.

Pancho rolled down the window and stuck his hand out, yelling over the gusts of wind, “That’s why Món told me to bring you. In case he doesn’t make it in time.”

“If he hadn’t? Youd’ve gone without me?” I strained not to sound offended.

“Que shinga no, guey." A devious smile lit up Pancho’s face. "I just thought you’d wanna know you’re in good with him."

I shook my head, and pulled the mask on. It did just the trick even if it made my face sweat from the heat that flooded my cheeks. The smell of latex was stifling and I thanked my lucky stars it wasn’t summer.

The AFO warehouse wasn’t far from Mercado Hidalgo, Tijuana’s oldest, largest open air market and host to the city’s annual Dia de los Muertos celebration. Not five minutes into the drive, we met with the dense crowds of the parade. There wasn’t one blank face among them. Pancho was right, the masks were a good call. Everyone was decked out in the familiar campy, macabre Catrina costumes - a churning sea of black and white under a mist of windswept desert dust and a full, flat, honey-colored moon. It looked just like my memories. I thought of what Cheli’s grandma said how ‘every alley in Mexico has its own ghost.’ Or, maybe I’d read it in a book somewhere.

Pancho directed the driver, “Left here at Calle Zaragoza. Right on Boloyan.”

Finally, we pulled into an alley behind a slummy, rundown apartment building. I started sizing up the exterior. Only one door in the front and one out back but the building was fitted with fire escapes. Handy for us. Handy for the other guys too. I hopped out and walked around back to the open trunk where Pancho was passing everyone their gear.

“Are we going in cold?”

Pancho looked puzzled.

“Anyone do recon? Do we know what we’re wal—” My voice was drowned out by the beefy engine-revving of a Chevy Suburban. It pistol-whipped around the corner into the alley and skid to a halt, bumper nearly grazing my knees. Pancho had shot back so far and so fast he was almost halfway in the trunk. I took aim at the tinted windshield on the driver’s side and took a deep breath in. Three. Two. Exhale, on—

“Que pedo, cabrones! Nice to see you fresitas are awake!”

Just as I was about to get a shot off, that tall kid with the crazy hair rolled down the window and poked his head out, laughing that Evel Knievel laugh of his. Before I knew it, my mouth cocked up in a half smile. Loco. He had that effect on people.

Pancho was livid. “Shingamadre pendejo, nice of you to join us. Are you tryin’ to wake up the whole fucking neighborhood?”

Món hopped out of the SUV and strode over with all the swagger of a frat boy walking into a strip club. “Aaah, no mames. I didn’t want to miss out on all the action. Besides,” he waved in the direction of the parade crowd out on the main street, “no one’s sleeping with all this pinshe noise.” He looked down and locked eyes with me. Then tapped on my mask, “Hey these are cool. Where’s mine?”

Pancho rolled his eyes, “You’re lucky I brought extras.” He dug around in the trunk for another one.

It took a moment for the whiplash rush of adrenaline to ease up, but when it did, I registered what Món was wearing. He showed up to boost a stash house and get his sister out if this jam wearing expensive suede loafers, leather pants, and the loudest, red and yellow silk button-up I had ever seen. It wasn’t just impractical. He stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Dropped off your brother?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Didn’t have time to change?”

Món scanned himself from his shirt to his shoes and grinned. “Too much?”

I held up my thumb and forefinger.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. They’d be able to pick me out of a lineup, si cualquiera tuviera los huevos.”

He had a point. I always forgot that this wasn’t the US. Eyewitnesses weren’t worth shit in this backwards-ass town. Suddenly, he pointed his finger in my face. I wondered what he might do if I just leaned forward and bit it.

“But you don’t blend in as well as you think."

Even with my face covered, I was sure he could see how high my eyebrows shot up. "What're you tal–"

"I clocked those pinshe lobo eyes even with that thing on. I'd know those eyes anywhere.”

“Shoot, I almost killed you, fool.”

“Ahuevo, lobo. And I couldn’t think of a sweeter way to go.” He shoved my shoulder and winked, almost giddy. My heart fired off like a Gatling gun. I couldn’t help but think about how right Pancho had been about these masks. I made a mental note to set up some kind of alter or shrine to pay it proper thanks later.

He was in one of those moods. Not the ones that Dina and Mín were always so vexed about, sus humores. I overhead them talking about those once. Apparently, he'd gotten in trouble for stringing up a bunch of tuna from the farmer’s market on a clothesline and lighting them up with an AK at a public park. Ruined some poor kid’s birthday party. I could never relate to the lack of impulse control but I understood the impulse. From what I could tell though, Món had other moods. Worse ones. Moods like the Sun. Moods like today. Today, he was in love with the world. When Món was in love with the world, it was viral. No choice, you just had to love it too. I’d never met anyone like him. Which made sense. The planet would likely combust if it had to contend with the rabid, spitfire energy of more than one Ramón Arellano Félix.

Finished with his trunk excavation, Pancho turned around, “Oye, quit flirting with the help.” I nearly choked on my own tongue. Món just grinned like a loon. “And put this on. You already stick out like a sore thumb.” Pancho shoved the spare at Món, right at the spot between his collarbones where his little gold chain got all kinked, stuck to the sweat on his skin. I started worrying about my heart, pounding too fast. I didn’t notice. I didn’t notice anything.

Món yanked the it over his head, then coughed and pulled a sour face. “Que verga, why does this smell like chemicals?”

I smirked and the mask slid, brushing under my eyes. “Right.”

“Not half as bad as your aftershave, cabrón,” Pancho teased.

Món flipped him the bird, but I could tell by the shine in his eyes he was still grinning. I wished his aftershave smelled that bad. Would’ve helped matters. This once-innocent camaraderie, once-platonic banter, was warping into something messier, something I didn’t know how to handle. I looked over at Pancho, who went back to passing out gear.

Really, all of this was his fault.

At Donovan prison, Pancho earned the nickname, “Rey del chisme,” an elegant title denoting his supreme status as a professional shit-stirrer amongst the other inmates. He could single-handedly incite a cell-block riot after an industrious afternoon spent just gaining and betraying confidences. He did it for sport. He did it because he was bored. And really, what better way to break up an afternoon than watching two vatos beat the tar out of each other because one stole the other’s toothbrush, or fucked their sister, or killed this or that homie. The tedium of prison really brought out the strange in people. But Pancho was effective because he never needed to distort the truth to rock the boat. All it took was a well-timed observation to some already angry güey that such-and-such rival güey seemed to have more pull with the block’s key holder. So, of course that monster, El rey del chisme, was the first to clock the "Món thing,” whatever it was, before I was even aware. I still wasn't. And once he did, he couldn’t let it go.

‘All I'm saying ... existe una vibra entre los dos.’

I was incensed. I could've strangled him and regretted it for the rest of my life. It was the kind of indignation only ignited by the recognition of some hidden truth. Hidden from you, by you. Real, despite your best efforts.

‘Don’t feel bad, carnal. Mira, it makes sense. Growing up, everyone always said Món and Dina look the most alike out of all the siblings.’

Of course, he just had to throw that back in my face too. Perhaps there was some sense to it, though. Maybe this newfound … affection was nothing but an extension of that first crush on Dina. Dina, who wouldn’t give me the time of day, who wouldn't wink at me and talk about my lobo eyes like she spent hours studying them, who didn't have moods like the Sun, who wasn't in love with the world. The more I considered it the more it made sense. Yeah, yeah. That must've been it. Had to be it.

I was sweating. I had to get this mask off. Take a breather. As I slid it off, the blissful feeling of non-stagnant, cool air on my face almost leveled me. I looked over at that tall kid with the crazy hair. Framed by the paper lantern lights in the sky, and bathed in the sinister orange glow of the street lamps, he looked obscene. Beautifully so. He caught me staring. Like some kind of contest, I refused to look away. We locked eyes like our lives depended on it. He shot me the most carefree, daredevil smile then pulled the mask over his face. And I stopped worrying about my heart so much. Some things needed to be understood just for what they were.

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#ramon arellano felix x david barron #ramon arellano felix #david barron #narcos mexico #narcos mexico imagine #ramón arellano félix #manuel masalva #david barrón #bobby soto #Narcos Fanfiction Exchange 2022 #this was such a hail mary pass #like nothing happened #in this at all #just Vibes #POV first person #allusions to love triangles #barron's oblivious #ramon's clueless #but they both cute so we'll allow it #no but like seriously nothing happens #literally just barron thoughts #and barron THoTs #we take forever to get to the point #and we don't even know what that is #and imsorryforeverything #fluff #fluff and crack #credit to Luis Alberta Urreo for the title #cannot for the life of me remember which fucking essay i stole it from but god has that stuck with me in such a way

[leaskisses444]

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lea ੭ৎ she/her or they/them. 4teen. april aries. infj-t. croatian. pinterest | spotify | @starzyyy1 & @exyuontop | my taglist: click me! my backup acc: @oceanbby555

⋆ things i love my band. music. writing. painting. reading. plants. cats. language learning (russian, latin, english, turkish, german & french). playing the only 3 songs i know how to play on my piano. journaling. making moodboards. pinterest-ing. winter. spring. working out. tea. candles. the seaside. star shaped things. fashion magazines (theyre so pretty, ok). nighttime. ribbons. anna sui bags and purses. perfume. italian food. spotify playlists. money. photo albums. good hair days. shopping !!!

⋆ my fav artists the weeknd. arctic monkeys. isabel la rosa. artemas. montel fish. lana del rey. mazzy star. taylor swift. sabrina carpenter. guns n roses. nirvana. ramones. pink pantheress. beabadoobee. radiohead. deftones. tv girl. mitski. cigarettes after sex. childish gambino. steve lacy. tyler the creator. chase atlantic. the neighbourhood. beach house. marina. faye webster. fleetwood mac. suki waterhouse childish gambino. måneskin. eminem. ten tonnes. delights. clairo. bôa. boy pablo. joker out. buc kesidi. zabranjeno pusenje. prljavo kazaliste. bajaga & instruktori. <3

⋆ my fav movies & tv shows fight club. american pyscho. black swan. whiplash. fallen angels. pulp fiction. donnie darko. the sixth sense. grease. dirty dancing. pride and prejudice. 500 days of summer. jennifers body. amelie. perks of being a wallflower. diary of a whimpy kid rodrick rules. the edge of love. 10 things i hate about you. clueless. almost famous. the dreamers. a rainy day in ny. leon the proffesional. peaky blinders. dead poets society. atonement. pretty woman. friends. gilmore girls. criminal minds. seinfeld. wild child. marie antoinette. the love witch. red eye.

#new intro post #intro post #(the old one is still on my blog so if u want to find it use the previous tag <3)

[straightouttasantacarla]

Tokio hotel with a punk S/O

Pronouns: gender neutral

Warnings:none

Requested: yes

Bill:

Bill loves your style so much

He always asks you questions about your hair clothes etc

When it comes to your hair Bill is so excited to see how you do it

If you enjoy your hair in spikes or Mohawks Bill will ask you to do his hair the same because he admires your hair so much

With fashion a lot of punk clothes and accessories are diy

This being said Bill is all for diy clothes and accessories

You guys will have date nights where you make your own patches and pins

In the end Bill loves who you are and your style because he knows it makes you happy

Tom

Tom is kinda different from Bill

He doesn’t fully grasp the concept of the punk scene

However he does understand a little more after a while

“ so you express your beliefs and messages through your style?”

“ yeah pretty much”

If you are someone that is for protests and helping with different social causes he will support you

He will even go with you to events to make sure you’re safe

He once made you a battle vest with pins and patches he and Bill made you

Georg

Surprisingly Georg is really fascinated by the punk scene

He will jam out to your favorite bands with you

After being around you for so long he started to get pins and patches to eventually make his own battle vest

He’s gone with you to protests before because he believes that your opinion’s need to be heard

He has taken you to many different concerts

Some his favorite bands to listen to with you are the Sex Pistols misfits and even the Ramones

He let you put his hair into spikes one time and showed it off to the band

Gustav

This poor boy is even more clueless than Tom

He tries so hard to understand the punk scene for you

“So you protest for good causes?”

“Yeah we do and it’s also peaceful protesting”

After many explanations he starts to understand a lot better

One time when you had your hair in a Mohawk he kept wanting to touch it so bad

He thought it was the coolest thing ever

You guys will jam out to many of your favorite bands

When him and the band go on tour he will stop into second hand stores to find you some pins and patches

You always appreciate them

Author speaks: hey everyone I hope this was enjoyable. I tried to do as much research as possible so I could make sure things were close to accurate. This idea was inspired by @adissonsss. I chose to go with the punk s/o because I felt like there wasn’t many head canons of punk s/o

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader

[honeymoonswan]

heyy girlyy (heard u were bored)

do u have any movie or music recommandations ? i really need something new… love u 🫶🏻

Yayyy I love this question 🎀

Just was sitting with my mom to make a list and here's it :

Movies

The love witch

Black swan

Literally every Sofia Coppola movie and if u didn't like them come and kill me istg

Almost famous

Daydream nation

Paris ,Texas

Mulholland drive

Georgia rule

Layla 4 ever

Scarface

The wolf of wall street

Bring it on (every movie, it was literally my childhood lol)

Lisa Frankenstein

Femme fatale

Babylon ( I'd die to watch it for the first time again )

Fresh (if u like it u need therapy btw I love it lol)

Once upon a time in hollywood

Pulp fiction

True romance

Ghost (my mom recommended that for u lol)

Every gean luc Godard movie cuz it's the true art of cinema I adore him and I finished every movie of his, he's basically Sofia Coppola for 60s French sad girls

Roman Holiday

Some like it hot

Daisies

Lolita

The crush 1993

The witch 2015

Bonnie and Clyde 1967 ( the best movie ever)

Big eyes

A walk to remember ( my mom forced me to watch it at 8 because I didn't like the idea of love )

The hating game

Last night in soho (ate)

American psycho (super girly movie)

Pearl and x and maxxxine is gonna be out on July (fav movie after love witch)

Dark shadows and a cure of wellness and scary stories to tell in the dark ( I watched them at 7 no wonder why I'm the most lana del rey insane girl ever plus lana sang in the last movie)

Blue velvet

Ready or not

Carrie 1976( mom forced me to watch it at 8 ig and that's why I hate people)

500 days of summer (so scary )

Fight club

The craft

Red eye (Cillian Murphy supermercy and fuck I watched it while I was alone at home and it turned out my whole personality which leads me to love ultraviolence)

Practical magic

Aquamarine

Closer

The breakfast club

Gone girl (my mom is on Amy's husband side so don't think she's cool or something)

Girl interrupted

Dirty dancing 1987

Funny face

Sabrina

The notebook (my father cried to this movie 💀)

Monte carlo

Mean Girls

Jennifer's body ( istg I watched it at 9 and I think it left something for lesbianism inside me)

American beauty

Grease (born to die coded)

Clueless

Freaky Friday

Breakfast at Tiffany's

The great Gatsby (if u liked daisy u need help)

How to lose a guy in 10 days

Uptown girls

Malena

Gilda

Valley of the dolls

Rebecca

Vertigo

La prima notte di quiete

Songs

Atomic by blondie

Don't you forget about me by simple mind

Favorite by Isabel la rosa

I like the way you kiss me by artemas

So American by Olivia Rodrigo

Let it happen by tame impala

Radioactive by marina

We r who we r by kesha

Rumors by Lindsay lohan

Et tu dance avec Lui by c.jérôme

Girls on film by Duran duran

Baby I love you by Ramones

La fin du monde by juniore

Champagne coast by blood orange

Dear society by Madison beer (is on Lana's instagram highlights)

Every breath you take by the police

You can never tell by chuck berry

Ladyfingers by herb alpert

Heavy metal lover by Lady gaga

Killer queen by Queen

Bambino by dalida

Gourmandises by alizée

Somebody to love by Leighton Meester

Uptown girl by Billy Joel

À touts les filles (I forgot by who)

Mon amour mon Amie (forgot by who)

Monster high fright song

Tu veux ou tu veux pas by Brigitte bardot

And literally every lana song and the Lizzy grant unreleased

Literally gave u the best work ever mwahh 💋🎀

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Imagine if in the mer au Ramon actually goes to a *land* school in disguise, maybe he uses a wheelchair with a blanket over his tail and people there are just especially clueless pffff

mer tippy: "okay how has nobody noticed for a WHOLE year"

mer ramon: "maybe they just have really bad eyesight"

mer bel: "or maybe they're just real dumb"

Mer! Ramón: They all think it's really cool how I can literally inhale a bottle of water in no time flat! Hahaha... It prevents me from drying out 😎... Although when one of them tried to drink from my water bottles they complained about the salt.

Mer! Tippy: Sounds like a personal problem for them

Mer! Bel: Skill issue

Mer! Vanilla: For the love of Neptune please be careful

#ask tippy #seaphire heartverse

[shakespearerants]

Song Tag

Rules: Pick a song for each letter of your URL, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL.

Summerwunne - Estampie

Heaven - Bryan Adams

Abertausen Fragen - ASP

King of Bones - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Ein Kompliment - Sportfreunde Stiller

She kissed me first - SERA

Pocahontas - AnnenMayKantereit

Easy Love - SF9

Abracadabra - Steve Miller Band

Retaliation - The Rumor Said Fire

Every Time We Touch - Electric Callboy

Rhinestone Cowboy - Glenn Campbell

Aicha - Bayta Ag Bay

Nachts Weinen die Soldaten - Saltatio Mortis

Too Much Love Will Kill You - Queen

Superspreader und die Kosmonauten - Blond

Wow this was...harder than expected. Thank you so much for the tag @frubeto ! Tagging @birdylion @evolutionsbedingt @freizusein @perchingowl @bi-vexual @clueless-dullahan @queenofpickles @neverland-in-space @shadowvalkyrie @lachricola @schuerk @mona-liar @dancingbycandlelight @twostepsfromtemerant @almostmymoon @bookshelfdreams - have fun!

If you would like to know what I almost put - outtakes under the cut

Sag mir wo die Blumen sind - Marlene Dietrich/Salute to a switchblade - tom t hall/Schüsse in die Luft - Kraftklub/Sea or Heartbreak - Don Gibson/Sedona - Houndmouth/Seemann - Apocalyptica, Nina Hagen/Sesame Syrup - Cigarettes after sex/Severed- the decembrists/shady Grove - doc Watson/shame- Peakboy, george/she kissed me first - SERA/Sinnerman - Nina Simone/Sleeping Single in a double bed - Barbara Mandrell/Somebody to love - Queen/Song for someone - U2/SOs - Abba/Sternenhimmel - Hubert Kah/Summerwunne - Estampie/Sunday Bloody Sunday - U2/Superspreader und die Kosmonauten - Blond/Surrender the Night - My Chemical Romance

Habibi - Tamino/ Hallelujah California - Luna Shadows/Halloween - Aqua/Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet - Fall Out Boy/Heartaches by the numbers - Guy Mitchell/Heaven - Bryan Adams/Heute Hier morgen dort - Hannes Wader/Heyr Himna smidur - Schola Cantorum/Hopeless Romantic - Michelle Branch

Kaputt wie ich - Tarek K.I.Z./Katherine, Katherine - Steinwolke/Killing me softly - Roberta Flack/King of Bones - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club/Küssen kann man nicht alleine - Mad Raabe

Ein Kompliment - Sportfreunde Stiller/Easy Love - SF9/ Easy Lover - Phil Collins, Philip Bailey/Eighties Goth Suicide Note - This Cold Night/ Every Breaking Wave - U2/ Every time we touch - Electric Callboy

Please don't let me love you - Hank Williams/Paper cut - Linkin Park/Pet Sematary - The Ramones

Rain - Project Pitchfork/Randy Dandy Oh - Sean Dagher/Rat A Tat Tat - Fall Out Boy/Rasputin - Boney M./Relax Take it Easy - MIKA/Rock Your Like A Hurricane - Scorpions/Rose Tattoo - Dropkick Murphys

Nåden - Garmana/Nicotine - Panic! At the Disco/Nobody Knows You When You're Down - Nina Simone

Take me on the floor - The Veronicas

#Quizzed! #vladi speaks

[goldenponcho]

You Can Lead a Castellan to Water…

Chapter 8: Confession

Gail had not been wrong in thinking her family had already gotten the authorities involved. In fact, her mother had been quite quick in alerting the police after Gail’s boss had informed her that her daughter hadn’t shown up for work on the previous Monday. That had been three days after her capture the preceding Friday. Honestly, it was one more reason to hang tight where she was. She was quite certain she had burned a bridge with her previous job now that she was going with the narrative that she had just…left. THAT would be hard to explain away.

But despite the clear worry, stress, and anger she had caused her mother, she had been, more than anything, relieved to hear that her daughter was safe, well, and taken care of. That certainly helped in convincing her that she had merely left in a hurry and previous attempts at contacting anyone had fallen through. It was a farfetched story, but not entirely impossible and so was just believable enough.

Now, she was growing somewhat accustomed to life in the castle. The zealots and servants had become background noise, blending in the right along with the ancient statues and shrewd oil paintings that surrounded her.

And meals with Ramon were an everyday occurrence, with a midday meeting when he would be caught up on current progress, often giving her an errand or two to run, where she would usually be paired with Pesanta or on a couple of occasions Isidro. She became surprisingly accustomed to both their presences too. She was even getting better at understanding their body language and what some of the noises they made meant.

Ramon was growing used to the new schedule as well, and though they would have their disagreements, he was happy to have the company. Certainly, he continued to be wary of Gail’s true intentions and aware that she was secretive about her true origins, but he couldn’t help but wish for the best possible outcome. He truly was quite fond of her.

It had been over two weeks now since Lord Saddler had put her in his care, and if all went according to plan, he would have two fully functioning and fully refurbished rail systems by the end of the day. He had already taken the time to plan several more future projects for her so long as Lord Saddler allowed him to keep her.

He thanked her skill again as the cart whisked him quite smoothly and quickly to the audience hall. He honestly did not miss all the walking.

As the tram ground to a halt, he was shaken from his thoughts by the echo of a strange sound in a nearby room. A sort of… buzzing, perhaps? Surely the Novistadors hadn’t escaped from the sewer… What in hell’s bells WAS that?

It grew a bit louder as he entered the audience hall, now sounding more like a loud, metallic racket, and he was met with a sight that might have struck him as funny if he weren’t so baffled already. Several zealots paced back and forth near the stairway that lead to the other rail system, coming in and out, clearly confused by the sound, desperate to find a solution but clueless as to where to even start.

He neared the corridor to the stairs, watching the rabble run back and forth past each other, the ones at the top standing at the closed door looking very much like a flock of curious birds.

Ramon sighed. Sometimes he wished the lower plagas would allow their hosts a SLIGHT bit more sense. As he pushed past them up the stairs, the noise DID leave an irritating tingle in the vicinity of his own plaga, as if it had been rattled around in his chest. That was probably what had them so agitated.

He growled, “Out of the way!” shoving the zealot that blocked him from the door for it to stumble clumsily out of its superior’s path.

It wasn’t until after Ramon had opened the door that he could tell that what sounded to his ears like cacophony was actually music. Music that his new engineer was swaying enthusiastically to.

“Something's wrong! Shut the light!

Heavy thoughts tonight, and they aren't of Snow White!”

A large radio sat in the chair just his side of the tracks, the main source of the clamor, and as loud as the screaming voice coming out of it was, she was belting just as audibly.

“Dreams of war! Dreams of liars!

Dreams of dragon's fire and of things that will bite! YEAH!!”

Ramon beheld the display as she continued to do what he could only describe as scream-sing. Then in a twirling motion, she moved from the overturned cart she was working on to the open panel of cogs to continue to scream into the small metallic chamber, her voice echoing quite effectively. He covered his ears as the blaring racket from the speaker crescendoed.

“Eeeexiiit light! Eeeenteer niiight!”

“Gail!”

“Taaaake my haaand!”

“GAIL!”

“We’re off to never never land!”

“GAAAIIIL!!!”

She finally turned on her heal with a start, standing straight as a board and the color draining from her face as she realized he had been there for who knew how long. She quickly extended a finger to press pause on the machine next to her.

“Uh…heh! Hello, Ramon.”

“¡Oye! What in the hell is that ridiculous caterwaul?! You’ve got half the ganados in the castle running around like decapitated hens!”

“Oh! Shit! …sorry!” The barely concealed laughter in her voice didn’t go unnoticed, and his mouth twitched as he tried to cover his own mirth as the ridiculousness of the situation was finally catching up to him.

The two stood awkwardly for several seconds before Gail was the first to snort with an eruption of laughter, and it was impossible for Ramon not to sputter with an uncontrollable cackle as well. Several seconds of belly laughs had the gasping for breath before finally being able to calm themselves.

“Leave it to you to enjoy music that sounds like a million dying souls…”

“Just one dying soul, I’m afraid,” she shrugged sheepishly, wiping a tear from her eye with a stray titter, “I thought it fit the dark castle vibe pretty well.”

Ramon came to rest a hand atop the rather impressive stereo system, “And where did you get this?”

“Pretty nice, idn’ it? Merchant found that for me!” She rested herself against the railing next to them, “I just asked for a radio, but he really outdid himself. Got ahold of some CDs for me, too,” she pointed to the pile on the adjacent chair against the wall.

“Are they all…” he eyed the radio, “…like that?”

Gail scoffed, “If you mean awesome, then yes!”

Ramon smirked, “Perhaps you should ask the merchant to look for a set of headphones.”

She sighed dramatically, “There’s gotta be SOMETHING you would like ok,” she snatched one of the plastic cases, “Rammstein, maybe.” She held it up to show him an image that looked like a man’s, most likely, severed head.

“Mm! Charming…”

She grinned, “So!” she slammed the wall panel shut and closed the latch, “Wanna see if I’ve made this one even faster than the first one?”

“Absolutamente!” Ramon held out an arm, and she mocked a curtsy before wrapping hers around his.

The ride was both swift and smooth, of which Gail was quite proud. “You should have me build you a roller coaster!” She followed him as they exited the cart and made for the double doors.

“Oh, I’ve already got one! …of sorts… There’s an extensive mine railway beneath the castle grounds.”

Her eyes brightened, “ANOTHER thing you’ve still gotta show me!”

He shrugged, “Perhaps…if you remain here for long.”

Gail examined the portraits that covered the walls, “Damn! How much of this castle have I STILL not seen?”

Ramon chuckled lightly, “Quite a bit,” he stood next to her, observing the paintings as well, “You will most certainly see it all, should you stay for a time,” he glanced up at her, “All eighty-two acres…”

Gail snapped her head toward him, to gawk for a moment, “Eighty-two ACRES?!”

“Indeed!” He bounced proudly on his heals, “And that is only the expanse of the structure. The grounds continue to the village and along the coast.”

“Christ! The Queen of England wishes she COULD!”

“I am sure she DOES.”

She flashed a crooked smile, “Well…hopefully all that can wait till after dinner? About time I should be getting ready.”

Ramon gave a light bow of his head, “Certainly! I also have a surprise for you.”

Gail’s jaw dropped slightly, “For real?”

He chuckled, “For real.”

“Well, let’s hurry, then!” she softly nudged his shoulder, “It’s not my new project, is it? Not that I’m not excited about it…”

“I should like to discuss that as well, but no,” he opened the doors again back to the tram, “This is a small gift for a job well done.”

“Nice!” She opened the swinging door of the cart to let them in, and they made a markedly speedy journey back to the courtyard.

~*~*~*~

Gail had managed to find a few outfits that she had liked and rotated through each evening, but tonight, she wore the bodice-coat combo she had worn on their first dinner. It was still her favorite.

Ramon gave her a once over as she walked to the head table where he stood beside his chair, “You do wear royalty well.”

She grinned with a muffled snort, “Well ENOUGH, I guess…” she sat herself and scooted into the table, “Sooo…?”

Ramon chuckled before snapping his fingers. Isidro stepped forward baring a heavily embellished, silver pitcher, which Ramon took and came to fill her wine glass with. The heavily fruited red wine mixture swirled and glistened.

She gasped, “Sangria?!”

He smirked, “Have a taste and tell me it isn’t the best you’ve had in your life.”

“With those strawberries?! I already know it will be!”

He sat the pitcher next to her and seated himself, raising his glass of wine, “To our first success!”

She smiled and raised her own, “And many more, Lord Saddler willin’.” She took a sip and swooned, “Oh my GOD, this is perfect! Thank you!”

“You have MORE than earned it,” he sipped his own wine, “If I had five more like you, I could have this castle looking like new in a week or two.”

“Maybe you could get Saddler to put some of his researchers on cloning,” she took another long swig of sangria before turning to her meal, “But I wouldn’t wanna unleash another five of me upon the world.”

“It would be better for it, I’m certain,” he nodded.

She smiled warmly, “Well that’s sweet of you to say.”

It wasn’t long at all before Gail found herself pouring herself another glass. Surely the occasion called for a bit of indulgence. “So, what’s my next project?”

Ramon looked up from the steak he was cutting with a simper, “Eager for more work already?”

“I’m just wondering what kind of contraption you’re gonna surprise me with next,” she motioned toward him with her fork.

“In that case…perhaps you would be interested in making some minor repairs in the fire chamber.”

“Finally! I’d been working right next to it for almost a week and still haven’t seen it!”

“Now is your chance! Oh!” He gave a wag of his finger, “And I would also like you to try something for me. A test of your skill, if you’d like…”

She raised a curious eyebrow, “I never puss out on a challenge…lay it on me!”

“Saddler’s mine workers have need of a drill. A BIG one. I think it is quite within your capabilities to build us one.”

She gave a determined nod, “We’ll sure as hell find out!”

Ramon smiled as he watched her refill her glass a second time. She was by nature a friendly and chipper person, but he could tell she was becoming just slightly more excitable…more loose-tongued. Absolutely, the sangria had been a reward, but what would the harm be if he were to use her lowered guard to get her to finally spill the beans about herself.

“You have quite surprised me at every turn, Gail,” he grazed a navy fingernail around the brim of his wineglass, “Not only are you a genius engineer, you are…rather gifted in many areas.”

Her eyes brightened, before becoming half-lidded, “Yeah? In what areas?”

“Where to START?” he made certain to lay on the charm, “You certainly bare a…unique physicality. One that I would imagine is coveted by many.”

She rested her chin in her palm, swirling her glass around in her other hand with a smile, “Care to be…specific?”

“Specifically…like how you lifted the entire front end of a two thousand pound rail cart with hardly an ounce of effort.”

“Oh!” She straightened up a bit, “Ok, uh…honestly…THOUGHT you were gonna tell me I had nice boobs or something like that, but…” She didn’t take much notice as Ramon’s eyes bulged for a moment and his mouth became a straight line. “But, YEAH! Yeah, I’ve always been stronger than most. Probably should have played some kind of sport and gotten a scholarship, but I was never interested. Not other than a bit of recreational soccer for a few seasons. I MUCH prefer making things. Ya know I can also sew? Pretty good at drawing, too; helps a lot in the planning process of a lot of things.”

Ramon had regained his sly gaze, “Do you remember how you found these abilities, Gail?”

Her own gaze darted to his, and a wash of something not at all pleasant slowly melted her smile away. Her hands dropped to her lap as she fidgeted, eyes drooping to look to her right. “I-I don’t…” she shook her head, “I dunno, it’s kind of fuzzy.”

He eyed her for a moment, not in a pressing way, but in observation. Her expression was not of a person trying to remember. On the contrary, it was of someone who remembered quite well.

“I know the look of a troubled past quite well, Gail; I see it in the mirror every day,” he tilted his head, the hand on the table nearest her edging subconsciously closer, “I told you of my past; trust me with yours.”

She wasn’t nearly drunk enough to not see what he was trying to do, but she knew she WAS drunk enough that she should think long and hard about what she said next. Why keep it from him, though? Saddler already knew. What would be the difference if Ramon knew? Perhaps she was keeping it from him to avoid some unforeseen consequences. She wanted to trust him. She DID trust him to an extent, though there was the constant fear that perhaps she shouldn’t.

She glanced back up at him, their eyes meeting, and in his, she saw something that she never thought she would see. Patience. She WANTED to trust him…REALLY WANTED to.

She closed her eyes for several seconds, before exhaling, and opening them again.

“I’ve been implanted with a cadou.”

Spanish translation:

Absolutamente - absolutely

#ramon salazar #resident evil oc #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil 4 #resident evil

[harriscofics]

Of Bad Days and Pool Noodles

Of Bad Days and Pool Noodles https://ift.tt/xyiH3Lc by QuietDarkness Harry is having a very bad day. Cisco makes it much, much better... Words: 2386, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 16 of One Shots: Harrisco Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Cisco Ramon, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Barry Allen Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells Additional Tags: harrisco, Pool Noodles, Idiots in Love, harry is having a bad day, but cisco makes it much better, barry is clueless, First Kiss, Harry needs to take better care of himself via AO3 works tagged 'Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells' https://ift.tt/NlWGmdS December 29, 2023 at 04:49PM

#harrisco

[seriously-mike]

ど黒 ガンスリンガー

You might have seen anime-styled, AI-generated images supposedly coming from an anime series titled "Superblack Gunslinger".

It doesn't exist. I made it up, complete with the pun in the title.

Basically, for some specifically stupid reason, one of the Stable Diffusion 1.5 data models I was using rendered an anime-styled picture of a guy with an eyepatch and a sleeve patch depicting a skull instead of an inkwash-style sketch of a guy with a silver skull-shaped facemask I asked it for. Aaaand it went down from there.

I don't even like anime. So I went with the most cliche Japanese wordplay I could learn (and learn I did):

The title relies on a Kansai-ism: the prefix "Do-" is a vernacular way of saying that something is "a lot" in a rude way. So "do-kuro" would be "Hella black", while being a pun of "dokuro" (skull).

The protagonist is named Nekomata Kurou. He's the titular Superblack Gunslinger: dresses in black, wields two pistols, hence the reference to the yokai cat with a forked tail. The idea behind him is simple - he's a typical 90s Hong Kong heroic bloodshed movie protagonist, with a slightly updated and militarized styling.

Then, there's Aura Sheder, which is one of those wack anime names for an European character with a mangled transliteration straight out of mid-eighties. Since "dokuro" can also be written as "poisonous skull", she specializes in poisons. "Aura" comes from the golden accents on her outfit (I wanted to give her a golden skull-shaped respirator based on the one Immortan Joe wears in Mad Max: Fury Road, but that'd be too complicated for an AI-generated image), and "Sheder"... Well, this is the mangled transliteration that you wouldn't figure out without a hint. It's supposed to be "Schädel" (German word for skull), transliterated to katakana as "shederu", then messed up by a clueless English translator. The best fiction is strongly based on reality after all. Her designs screams "dark mirror antagonist": she's supposed to be a homicidal psycho, and so everything about her design is an inversion of Kurou: white instead of black, gold instead of silver, blonde European chick instead of fairly typical Japanese guy.

And finally, Laser Lamont, Heavy Groove. I imagined him as a character in the vein of Black Lagoon's Dutch and more of a rival than an all-out lunatic. He's like Kurou, but more, with a Gaijin Smash swagger and exaggerated blaxploitation cool only someone who knows America superficially would come up with (which was pretty easy because contrary to your assumptions, I'm not American). Let's start with the name: it sounds ridiculous, but has a real Japanese inspiration, the wrestler and comedian Masaki Sumitani, who went as "Razor Ramon HG" in the ring (not to be confused with the American wrestler Scott Hall). Both "Razor Ramon" and "Laser Lamont" are pronounced similarly in Japanese ("Reiza Ramon" and "Reza Ramonto" with a long E), and in Lamont's case the initials "HG" stand for "Heavy Groove", tying into the funk/blaxploitation aesthetic. The two images of Lamont had various parts depicted as intended, but sadly, not all of them at once (turns out I haven't posted the one image closest to my vision, and I'm not sure whether I have it saved somewhere in a sensible format). He's supposed to be a big beefy guy in the vein of Terry Crews, dressed in a black suit with red shirt (no tie), armed with a single large-caliber revolver as opposed to Kurou's dual double-stacker automatics.

While I don't have any solid idea for the plot, you can assume a lot of it hinges on the contrasts and similarities between the characters. I mean, if the antagonist is a poison-based wackadoodle, you can expect that someone will hire a pistol-packing mercenary to stop her, and if you have a rivalry between two mercenaries, they're most probably chasing the same target. Don't read into it too much.

#Superblack Gunslinger #Mike's Musings #anime #fictional media #Dokuro Gansuringa

[infinitelistofcreations]

Berton Alfaro

Basics: Age: 58 Sexuality: pansexual Current residence: between Japan and Spain Height: 5'10" (177cm) Nationality: Spanish Face Claim: Hatori Sohma (Fruits Basket) Occupation: Company CEO

Personality: Serious, seems to have no sense of humor (though he does, and his is mostly sarcasm). He appears to take everything seriously and sometimes even literally, and almost clueless when it comes to things involving personal socializing. However, he is intelligent and protective to those he cares about. He just wants his friends and family to be safe and be treated the way they should be. He’s not afraid to voice his opinions, even if his thoughts are negative about another person.

Appearance: Short dark hair with some bangs hanging over his left eye, beginning to grey with his age. He’s tall and lean but not skinny, having some muscle from his years of working and exercise. He wears formal business suits at work and casual dress shirts and pants on his days off. In general, he prefers to wear professional clothes more than anything else.

Background: Born in Spain; at the age of 7, he became an older brother to Ramon, and since day one, Berton became protective of his sibling. Over the years, Berton studied and worked hard at school and his jobs in order to be independent at a young age and have money saved up for when he lived on his own.

He watched his younger brother become closer and closer to the boy next door, to the point that they began to date in high school. However, when Ramon’s boyfriend changed and began to abuse his brother, Berton did his best to show Ramon the things happening and try to convince him to leave the abuse. But Ramon refused and Berton had no choice but watch his brother getting hurt in more ways than one over the years.

After college, Berton was able to create his own company that deals in many, various fields that involve entertainment- from photography to magazines to even branches that collaborate with other companies that make electronics. It became successful relatively quickly, and he was able to branch out his company to a few other countries, including Japan, where his brother moved for his own job. Berton often travels between the two countries for both work and pleasure, mostly wanting to check up on Ramon and make sure his brother is still in good health.

Relationships: Ramon - younger brother Damian - brother-in-law Gin - friend with benefits Lucia, Himeno, Jamie - nieces and nephew

Tag

#berton

[ssttitdramon]

Hands

Ramón Morales x Auggie Hilderbrandt

It's late and freezing outside so I wrote some Ramón x Auggie real quick cause they're cute and I love them and I'm cold and I can't wait until I can finally actually write about them (anon, this isn't your request- I still wanna write a full-blown fic out of that):

"My hands are almost numb now." Ramón pouted and rubbed his hands together.

"How are you cold? It feels good outside." Auggie smirked, amused with watching the boy squirm around.

"No seriously, feel my hands."

Shrugging, Auggie touched Ramón's hands, realizing just how cold they were, "Practically popsicles." he joked.

"See? Yours are really warm, can you just... keep them around mine?" Ramón asked, biting his lip.

Auggie wrapped his hands around Ramón's, trying not to think too much about it and kept his eyes set on their hold.

Unexpectedly, Ramón took Auggie's right hand and raised it to his cheek, keeping his hand there. Unbeknownst to him, this made Auggie's heart begin to race, causing him to overthink and try to maintain his cool all at once. The latter certainly failed when he felt himself blush by the sudden, intimate situation he found himself in.

Auggie didn't even realize they were technically holding hands, thumb mindlessly rubbing against Ramón's palm. No, his gaze was instead drawn to Ramón's sweet smile and content eyes meeting his. There was something about feeling Ramón's head slightly tilt to Auggie's touch, relishing in the warmth. Something about his eyes. Something about his smile. Something about their hands together.

#clueless bois aaaaaahhh #ramon x auggie #ramon morales #august hilderbrandt #scary stories to tell in the dark #ssttitd #mine #uh i'll fix up a title later

[ciscoatthedisco]

Killervibe Prompt please :) "It feels different being here with you, but a good different you know?"

Cisco laughed at the story Caitlin was telling, beaming at the fact that she could turn his mood around so effortlessly.

“It feels different being here with you, but a good different. You know?”

They had been having a hard week at the lab and with team flash, so Caitlin suggested they go on a date.

A “date”.

Was it even a date? Or was it two friends hanging out and eating pasta.

It could’ve been a date and it wouldn’t have fooled Cisco any.

Caitlin looked beautiful.

“Different how?” she inquired before scooping the spaghetti she had been spinning on her fork into her mouth.

Cisco took a beat to come up with his words, using his mouthful of garlic bread as an excuse for his silence.

“You did say this was a date, didn't you?”

She nodded, mouth still full.

“We’ve never had a date before. That’s different.”

“You’ve never let me do the cooking when we had dinner together either.” she rolled her eyes and took a sip from the wine glass next to her plate.

“It is delicious,” he smirked, taking a sip of his own glass.

“Only took you 4 years? To give it a chance?” she furrowed her eyebrows.

“Maybe I just wanted to cook for you” he winked from behind his glass.

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes again.

They both laughed.

“I love you, you know that?” he smiled.

“You do?” she almost looked confused.

“Yeah,” there was a pause where neither said anything. “are you serious?”

“Are you serious?” she almost laughed.

“Yes, Caitlin, I love you. I thought you knew?” he almost laughed again.

She couldn't be serious.

“No, I had no idea,” she replied, her eyebrows meeting in the middle.

“You’re kidding,” Cisco scoffed. “All those times I stayed up with you because you couldn’t sleep, saving you when you got kidnapped, everything I’ve ever done,” he paused. “You thought it was all just to be nice?”

“I guess so?” she was still in some sort of shock. “When I asked you to come over for a date I never imagined you’d actually take it seriously and not as some sort of singles awareness joke. I never imagined you-”

“Caitlin,”

She met his gaze.

“I love you.”

“I,”

There was only a moment of silence, but enough to almost drive Cisco insane.

“I love you too,”

He smiled back at her and resumed eating dinner like they hadn’t just had a relationship changing conversation.

“Hey,” her voice brought his eyes back to hers.

“You think,” she looked down for a moment, almost nervous. “we could make this different a new normal?”

He let go of his fork, letting it rest on his plate.

“You want to?”

“I could get used to this, yeah,” she laughed.

He reached across the table and grabbed her hand in his.

“I already am.”

#she was CLUELESS #they get so excited that they call barry after dinner cause they both knew he shipped them hardcore #nora is in the background shouting THE INFAMOUS SPAGHETTI DATE NIGHT WAS TODAY??!! SHWAY!!! #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #cisco x caitlin #caitlin x cisco #killervibe #snowvibe #otp: forever vibes #otp: she's his love donut #otp: if she was meant to be in your life she'd still be in it #otp: if you need anyone #ciscoatthedisco fiction #am i forgetting something

[halfblood-princes-crown]

Fictional characters that make up my personality:

Tony Stark: I’m extremely snarky and sarcastic. I come off as having a superiority complex but deep down I care about others well-being more than myself sometimes😅 bad anxiety.

Peter Parker: Nerd, Clueless 24/7, big Gen z energy

Sam Wilson: loyal, caring, also in love with Bucky, and I stand up for what is right as much as I can

Donald Ressler from The Blacklist: I try to do the right thing. I get overwhelmed easily but I still put others first, I can’t help it. Big simp energy. Loyal. Conflicted 24/7. Pretty boi. The difference between me and this character is that he’s more emotionally involved in some things than me and he has a kind of black and white mindset.

Weasley Twins: Pranks all day baby! (Note: my pranks do not bring physical harm to anyone)

Ramon from happy feet: I’m chaotic asf…I’m known to randomly break out in song whenever I feel the need. I’m awesome ofc, would definitely psych myself up to jump off of something, and I also wanna know what love is…

Around people I don’t like

Severus Snape: I hate all of you and you’ll know it. I’m very quick witted and take pride in that, I will gladly eat you up in an argument. I like peace and quiet…pls don’t talk…or move…or be in my general area. Judging 24/7. Miserable. Anti-social. Sass 101. Don’t like kids.

Bucky Barnes: I don’t wanna be here, idk why I’m here, but now that I’m here I’m gonna stare off into space to either escape reality momentarily or let you know I hate this situation without talking.

Sherlock or John Watson from bbc Sherlock: Depends on who I’m around. I’m either doing my own thing because I’m surrounded by idiots or I am the idiot but I’m the more responsible one.

Castiel Novak from supernatural: Fed up, tired, 100% done. My “people skills” are “rusty”. Don’t ask stupid questions.

Loki: “I’m a god, you dull creature!”

(Most of these are marvel😭would y’all believe me if I said I’m no longer apart of the mcu fandom?💀)

@madameish in case you still wanted to know mine

#about me #😆💚

[madebycoffee]

So @nilonne noticed that one of the glamour shots i used for my poses yesterday, was of Ramone and an ex of his... And i’ve had this in my head for like a year.

Elias Thorne, ex sugar daddy of Ramone. Right about now I’m sure he’s wishing he had Ramone sign an NDA before they parted ways 💀 As well as his clueless son, Ronan. Who I SWEAR is a teenager in game but ig he’s a 19 year old because sims 4 teens don’t even CLOSE to look like a teenager. 

#elias thorne #ronan thorne #love island extras #ramone caruso extras #i cannot help myself #i've missed making little reactions to other people's reality tv theengs #owo

[darlingpetao3]

One of Those Days (Harry Wells x Reader)

Rating: G

Summary: How many times can you be embarrassed in one day? Pop, rip, and stumble -- just another one of those days at S.T.A.R. Labs!

A/N: Luckily, in real life, I only ripped my jeans when no one was around me and it was in a place no one could see XD

Taglist: @fandomdancer​ @bluesclues-1234​ @pinkdiamond1016​ @crissymadlock @ensign-tilly

Of course this had to happen to you today.

You hadn’t noticed previously, but now, as you scramble to get ready for work, it’s pretty obvious that your blouse has shrunk a bit in the wash. Have all of your clothes shrunk? There’s no time to check -- this one will have to do. At least it covers my body, you think.

As you rush to make it to work at the Labs, you wish that you could’ve been the one to get hit with lightning amongst various chemicals. Super speed would be super appreciated right now.

Also abs.

Abs would be super appreciated, too.

You stride into the Cortex in as large and fast steps as possible right on the top of the hour.

Success!

“Aww,” Cisco whines, “I was really looking forward to teasing you about being late again today. I had a great line all locked and loaded.”

“Ha! You’ll just have to keep it to yourself,” you reply. Cisco’s teasing was starting to annoy you immensely as of recently. If you had been late today, and had to hear whatever jab the engineer had ready for you, there’s no doubt the rest of Team Flash would have to lock you in the pipeline to avoid committing a serious beat-down.

You raise your palm into the air. “Talk to the hand, Ramon. But good morning to Caitlin and Barry!” The latter two come out from the testing room.

“Hey, you’re here!” Barry exclaims but immediately seems to regret his choice of words. “I mean, ready for the workplace safety briefing?”

“Ugh,” you, Cisco, and Caitlin complain in unison. At least that’s something you can all agree upon. “I guess so, but where’s Harry?”

“I’m here.”

Speak of the devil -- Harry enters the Cortex with photocopies of the supposed safety manual you’re all meant to study.

“I took the liberty of…” he trails off. “(Y/L/N), there’s something different about you…”

“If it’s that I’m on time, yeah, we’re all amazed.”

But Harry’s eyes drop slightly. Oh hell, the shirt is that noticeably tight, isn’t-

POP.

Suddenly, the buttons on your blouse give up in their fight to keep everything closed and secure. They betray you and reveal your bra to the object of your affection.

“Ah-” is the only awkward noise Harry can make. He stares but a second longer, and in that time, his face turns the colour of a tomato before turning his whole body around.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” You can’t help but freak out. Instead of jumping out of your skin, you flee the Cortex, but not before shouting, “Carry on the briefing without me!”

The workday has barely started. Are you kidding me?

I guess it’s going to be one of those days, then.

***

After waiting a calculated amount of time and tracking down the stash of wearable S.T.A.R. Labs paraphernalia, you found that the team safety meeting had concluded. Everyone was back to their respective tasks, and you wandered into the medical lab to work with Caitlin. She’s the last one who would tease you.

“So, do you want to talk about what happened this morning?” Caitlin asks you without looking up.

“Oh what, you mean my horribly embarrassing mishap? I can’t believe that happened. In front of Harry no less!”           

After all, Caitlin knows about your giant crush on the scientist. You’re always confiding in her about your hopeless attraction. And you’re certain the others know about the way you feel about Harry, too, just by looking at how you react when you’re around him. The only person whom you suspect is still clueless is Harry himself.

“Yeah, talk about bad luck. He left you a copy of the manual on your desk, by the way.”

You sigh.

“If you’re going to stay in here and avoid Harry all day,” Caitlin continues, “would you mind grabbing me two beakers from the bottom shelf there?”

“Sure thing.”

You sidestep towards the cabinet Caitlin indicated, but when you crouch down, you hear the most frightening sound.

RIIIIIP.

As if every mischievous god in the universe has zoned in on you today, you realize that a huge hole has ripped in the crotch of your jeans. Dammit!! These suckers must have shrunk too!

And wouldn’t you know it, Harry enters the room at this very freaking moment. Your eyes go wide, and Caitlin witnesses your reaction. She understands what has happened and tactically throws you her own S.T.A.R. Labs sweatshirt which had been sitting on the back of a chair.

You catch it expertly and tie it around your waist to hide the colossal tear like your life depends on it.

Harry stops in place, brow furrowed. “What’s with…?” he starts. It must look ridiculous - a S.T.A.R. Labs sweatshirt on top and another identical one tied haphazardly and not in the typical fashion around your waist.

“It’s called style, Wells,” you snap. “What do you want?”

He frowns. “Copper wire. Do you have any spare-?”

A tied band of wire hurtles toward Harry, who grapples at trying to catch the equipment.

“Do I need to remind you of the workplace safety manual, section B?”

“Just go, Wells.”

The perplexed scientist grumbles to himself on his way out of the room.

“Gah, why do my clothes seem to want to destroy themselves every time we’re in the same room?” you ask Caitlin rhetorically. She offers a sympathetic laugh in response.

Later in the day, after you’ve gotten some paperwork and testing done, changed into a full-on walking S.T.A.R. Labs promotion (the joggers are quite nice), and mentally regrouped, you brave a trip to the Workshop.

“Hey,” you say to get Harry’s attention from tinkering with his new gadget. As a reflex, he stands up from his desk at your one, quiet syllable. “I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“Eh, it’s alright,” he replies, in what you perceive as a fake-gruff voice. He’s not that grumpy all the time. Sometimes you think he feigns it to keep up appearances. Harry moves a little closer in your direction but stops to lean back against his desk. “It’s not like I haven’t snapped at everyone else before. Including yourself.”

“Ha, yeah. It’s just been a weird day.”

“We all have those.”

“Yeah…”

You take a step forward, but the heel of your shoe breaks off and you topple over and into his arms.

“Whoa!”

You look up at Harry, with your face burning like a thousand suns.

“Thanks…” you say a bit breathlessly.

“Not-” he clears his throat, “not a problem.”

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“I can stand now.”

You purposefully hadn’t uttered the words, You can let go of me, because you didn’t necessarily want that. In all honesty, you could have stayed like that for much longer than the ten long seconds it really was.

“Right, sorry.”

Taking off your shoes, you’re about to make another break for it when Harry says something else.

“(Y/L/N)? You might want to have a look at section C of the manual… improper and mildly dangerous footwear.”

#reader insert #harry wells x reader #harry wells imagine #harry wells fanfiction #harrison wells x reader #harrison wells imagine #harrison wells fanfiction #earth 2 harrison wells x reader #earth 2 harrison wells imagine #the flash imagine #the flash fanfiction

[glowcrizzle]

Today is the 1 year AO3 anniversary of Slow Show by @mia-ugly. I am beyond grateful that this experience (and it is an experience) has existed in my life for a year and felt it needed commemorating. 🎂  

I’m not a creator but I made this playlist for me, so I could take the fic with me, have it with my eyes closed, while driving -- you get it. Today seems like an appropriate day to share it. 

It’s a. It’s a lot. Excessive you might even say. Tumblr will only give you the first 100 songs in this, so, Spotify will fulfill you (or overwhelm you). If you hit my username on the playlist, there are separate playlists for each chapter. 

This is also on Apple Music, if that’s your jam, just hit me up and I’ll send you the link. 

🎉 Happy Slow Show Day!! 🎉 

13 pages of track-lists and excerpts below the cut. Godspeed! 💙

Key:

Songs from Mia’s soundtrack

Songs from the Fic

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--Title--

Slow Show – The National 

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--Prequel--

Loverman – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 

Devils – Say Hi 

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--Chapter 1--

Here I Go Again – Whitesnake 

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bad guy – Billie Eilish 

-trash a set and shag your husband

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Something About You (ODESZA Remix) – Hayden James 

-what it would take for Avery Fell to let his guard down

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A Little Wicked – Valerie Broussard 

-The handkerchief in his hand is now stained purple

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You Light Me Up In the Dark – The Hounds Below

-His hair catches the light like a halo, making him look more of an angel than ever.

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Lazarus – David Bowie 

-This could be a problem

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--Chapter 2--

Unsteady – X Ambassadors

-much easier than talking about the way his heartbeat is still racing

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Heart of a Dog – The Kills

-Call me darling again.

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The Twilight Hour - Still Corners

-Looked across the set and thought, Ah fuck me. I’m in love with him.

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God’s Mistake – Tears for Fears 

-Avery: He’s closed his eyes again, mouth going flat and still.

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Lounge Act – Nirvana

-Tell her all the terrible things I want to do to her husband

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Transatlanticism – Death Cab for Cutie

-There’s a strange urgency tonight, though, and Crowley can guess why.

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Do I Wanna Know? – Arctic Monkeys

-What could it hurt?

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Clueless – The Marias 

-“Better - yeah. ‘S late.”

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Motel – Meg Myers

-The hotel room is another disaster

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--Chapter 3--

Alone in a Room – Asking Alexandria 

-“I’m having a moment here!”

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Since You’ve Been Around – Rosie Thomas 

-makes Crowley feel like he can breathe again

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Home Again – The Disco Biscuits 

-It’s starting to feel like home again

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Every Other Freckle – alt-J

-Perfect. Ridiculous and impossible and perfect.

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Something For the Longing – The Orchids 

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As Far As I Can See – Phantogram 

-it’s been a really, really long time

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Sinister Kid – The Black Keys 

-“Mothering buggering shit-”

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All These Things That I’ve Done – The Killers

-Crowley fists one of his hands against his forehead, shuts his eyes tightly.

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--Chapter 4--

I Like Me Better – Lauv

-I liked the outline of your face under the stagelights

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I Do This for You (ft. Marlene) – Giorgio Moroder

-“Let me see what I can do. About your precious Hamlet.”

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The Longing – Imelda May 

-Avery POV: “Look at him like - like - you can’t let him see the way you look at him.”

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Just a Man – Los Lobos

-Avery POV: like he’s being led into battle and not onto a set to do the job he loves

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World In My Eyes – Depeche Mode 

-wants to make that bastard purr

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Tired (ft. Gavin James) – Alan Walker

-Let me be a magpie for you

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Blow My Mind – The Benjamin Gate 

-Avery: “I know you now.”

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Breathe You in My Dreams – Trixie Whitley

-Crowley’s seen that expression on Avery’s face in his dreams

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Love Me Like That (ft. Carly Rae Jepsen) – The Knocks

-What have I done to - oh. Oh. Right.

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Like Real People Do - Hozier

-“Sure, angel, what- whatever.”

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Clearly – Grace VanderWaal 

-Crowley waits for the rest of the night.

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Gwendel – PeelsDeen 

-Az sits in the back seat, away from Crowley. Alone.

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Now I’m In It – HAIM

-Avery POV: It’s a look like an open grave, a look like desire tempered with grief…

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Flesh for Fantasy – Billy Idol

-Crowley isn’t lonely for the rest of the night

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--Chapter 5 (Avery POV)--

Smalltown Boy – Rosborough 

-1978, Hartlepool

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Bright Horses – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

-1986, Newcastle Upon Tyne

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The Runner – Foals

-1991, Bristol

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Shock To Your System – Tegan and Sara

-Tracy: “Why d’you let them?”

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Cracking Codes – Andrew Bird

-“Forever, of course. I’ll never -”

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Colour me In – Damien Rice

-Their fingers - just touch. Slightly.

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I’m Not in Love – 10cc

-Less to regret by not ever speaking of it.

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--Chapter 6--

Electric Current – Lower Dens 

-“I’ll let you know when you find it.”

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Guess I Miss(ed) You – The Daylights

-Keep talking, keep him here a little while longer.

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Reflecting Light – Sam Phillips 

-“don’t meet his eyes like that, it looks like it’s a lead-in to a kiss”

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King of Pain – The Police

-a good reminder of the kind of life he’s got to live

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I Wanna Get Better – The Bleachers

-and Avery’s gaze is so gentle it hurts a bit

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Feather – X Ambassadors 

-Avery: “Someone has to”

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Darker Side - Jonny Lang

-Avery: “Oh - good Lord.”

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Firestone (Acoustic) – Conrad Sewell 

-“Will you show me?”

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Velvet Gloves and Spit - Timber Timbre 

-“Anthony - ”

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Wrong – Depeche Mode

-Avery: “I have to go.”

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F**k it I love you – Lana Del Rey 

-“Not your fault, angel”

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--Chapter 7--

Somebody to Love – Queen 

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Heavenly – Cigarettes After Sex 

-“I fucking still.”

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Will Do - TV on the Radio

-“You too. I’ll see you there.”

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Monster – Colours

-No wonder Avery ran off like a thief after a heist

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Swallow My Pride – Ramones 

-“I feel fucking ill about it.”

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I Was Wrong - The Oh Hellos

-Avery: “I’m the one who has to apologize, not you.”

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The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret – Queens of the Stone Age

-Avery: “Please don’t tell anyone”

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Wait for Me – Kings of Leon

-Avery: “Right now, I’m just - a bit in pieces.”

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Don’t Stay – X Ambassadors 

-“You can - stay or leave or - whatever you like.”

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The Moth - Aimee Mann

-Avery’s eyes meet his, and then it’s like a car accident

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Red Door – Julien Baker 

-“I can - I can wait longer.”

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Can’t Pretend - Tom Odell

-“I wasn’t apologizing for that. This morning. I won’t.”

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Come Down to Me – Saving Jane

-Avery: “You were wonderful”

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Secret Smile – Semisonic

-And if sometimes he catches Az watching him between takes

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I Want More - KALEO

-Az laces both of their hands together, stares at them.

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I’m Gonna Do My Thing – Royal Deluxe 

-“So don’t tell me what will hurt me. I know what hurts.”

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--Chapter 8--

Perfect Day – Lou Reed 

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Remember to Breathe – Sturgil Simpson

-“You can’t sit in the car all night you absolute nightmare”

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Wild Love (Acoustic) – James Bay

-The two of them stare at each other and then both look away awkwardly.

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Seasons – Future Islands

-finally, fucking finally, he’s exactly where he wants to be

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Closer – Tegan and Sara

-Avery: “if you like”

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I Want All of You – The Verve Pipe 

-“If you think I can survive this without looking at you -”

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Use Me – Miguel

-whatever he sees in Crowley’s face makes him come to some sort of decision

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So Much Love – Depeche Mode

-Love, he said love

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Don’t Be Scared, I Love You – Bill Ryder-Jones

-I know you, Crowley wants to say, but doesn’t.

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Become My Dream – Silya & The Sailors 

-“Even if - anything, angel.”

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I Belong In Your Arms – Chairlift

-For nearly two weeks it goes like this.

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Faster - Matt Nathanson

-“You’re going to fucking kill me, angel -”

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Come Together (feat. Sivu) – LAUREL

-In case you think they don’t wake up together

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The High – Kelela

-Az has pulled a stool over to the edge of the tub

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Just in Time – Valerie June

-Then Az’s hand is on his shoulder, turning him around.

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I Can’t Take It – Tegan and Sara

-Avery: “Don’t rush, just - like this.”

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Like This – Jake Scott

-Avery murmurs and it takes Crowley back to their first kiss

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Terrible Love – The National

-Flinches away from him.

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Help You Out - Emarosa

-And he nods.

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--Chapter 9--

I Remember You – Ramones

-The first person Crowley loved was a liar.

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Brighter Skies - Race Banyon

-As if they were cut with a jigsaw, as if they were meant to fit.

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Not Tonight – Tegan and Sara

-When they reach the edge of the city, his hand slides out of Crowley’s.

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As Sure as I Am – Crowded House

-So Crowley kisses him.

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A Promise – Miriam Makeba

-And for awhile, he believed her.

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Mistaken for Strangers – The National

-They’re only two small words, but they still make Crowley’s teeth ache.

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Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye – Leonard Cohen

-“Good-“ Swallow, speak, leave.

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The Fear – Pulp

-Crowley should have been smarter this time. He really should have been.

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Take Me – Leela James 

-“I’d like you to close your blinds.”

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Whenever You Want It – Clare Maguire 

-“What do we do now?”

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At My Weakest – James Arthur 

-“It will be.”

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Komm zurück - Fotos

-For years and years and years, nothing did.

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Come on Get Higher – Matt Nathanson

-their feet sliding in the tub

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Lay Down – Sarah Proctor

-I want to wake up with you.

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Sort Of - Ingrid Michaelson

-Why is my heart breaking?

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Fairytale of New York – The Pogues 

-Just pump that shit straight into his veins.

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What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? – Ella Fitzgerald

-Avery: “What do you think?”

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We’re Gonna Have A Real Good Time Together – The Velvet Underground

-“You want to grab dinner somewhere?” 

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Hiding – IAN SWEET

-Crowley stops walking. Looks at Az in the darkness.

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Romance Dawn – Radkey

-A slice of light cuts through the darkness.

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Crown of Love – Arcade Fire

-Crowley feels like the world has never been darker, and his heart will never stop beating

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Devil’s Backbone – The Civil Wars

-He thought he was ready for this conversation, but at the sight of Az’s face, his throat has gotten too tight to speak.

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Sinners – Lauren Aquilina 

-“If this all goes down in flames, if it all falls apart - we can go off together.”

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Please Forgive Me (Song of the Crow) – William Fitzsimmons 

-Avery: “It’s over. I’m - I’m so sorry.”

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Start a War – The National

-He twitches and trips and yet somehow manages to walk away without falling over.

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Broken – Daley

-And this soft heartache was somehow the sharpest of them all.

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--Chapter 10 (Avery POV)--

Daily Battles - Thom Yorke & Flea

-He tries to remember these things - but the background is still a chorus of beeping machines. There’s nowhere he can be but here. 

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Everybody Wants You - Red Hearse

-Go out and surround himself with people much more interesting and available than Avery. Better people, certainly.

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A Thin Line – Blackchords

-But still - roads not taken, and other fun middle-aged spirals.

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My Own Soul’s Warning - The Killers

-When was the last time someone asked Avery that? When was the last time he asked himself?

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Who Am I - NEEDTOBREATHE

-I miss you.  There. It didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. 

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Wait for Me - Jack Curley 

-What he wants to say is ‘don’t find someone else. Not yet. You and your black leather and your cut-glass profile: you’re gorgeous and God knows other people want you.’ 

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Coming & Going – Amaal 

-“Two ships passing in the night,” he says quietly.  Then he takes a swallow of wine, lets it roll down his throat. “If you were here -” 

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Iron - Woodkid

-Crowley leaves him there, pressed against the wet brick wall.  Crowley leaves him there.  Crowley steps between Avery and a camera, and then leaves him.

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The Greatest Bastard - Damien Rice

-He can’t be the person that kicks Crowley into the ashes again. He can’t hurt him like this, and Avery’s going to hurt him - he already has. 

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No Right to Love You – Rhys Lewis

-He deserves someone like - like Daniel. Deserves to be loved in the daylight.

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If It’s Hurting You - Robbie Williams

-Time is a tricky business when you’re dying slowly; it skips like a flat stone on a quiet lake.

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Happy For You – Gayle 

-But surely - surely he’s allowed just this much. Just one message, just so Crowley knows that - that he’s happy for him. That Avery is so happy.

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I See You (ICU) - Phoebe Bridgers

-When Avery sees Crowley on the red carpet, it feels like the sudden remembrance of a lovely dream.

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Once In My Life - The Decemberists

-Crowley: “I know there’ve been some - hard times. That’s - that is what it is. But for me - it’s been a privilege. A dream. So.” He nods and nods and nods again. “Thank you.”

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Coming Down - Dum Dum Girls

-Tracy: “But I wasn’t. I was hurting you. This whole time, Az.”  She shakes her head, wiping frantically at tears that won’t stop falling. “He loves you.”

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I Don’t Know Anything – Little Voice Cast

-He’s afraid of finding out that all this time - he was doing the wrong thing anyway. He’s afraid that Anthony Crowley will never talk to him again.

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Sweet Sour - Band of Skulls

-"And you're fired"

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Heart Attack - Devarrow

-The sun is still rising when Avery gets out of the car, closes the door behind him. Though some of the roads have changed, his feet still know the way down to the docks of his youth. He was never a sailor, but the shoreline is familiar as a childhood sweetheart, as a long lost love. 

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Landslide - Robyn Sherwell

-He’s alone, and he’s nearly fifty years old. He could get on a ship, he could throw himself into the sea. There’s no one holding him back anymore. 

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All I Can - Sharon van Etten

-And he knows. He knows.

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--Chapter 11-- 

Salvation - The Strumbellas

- there’s a moment where he swears he sees a young idiot in black standing in the crowd. Red hair gelled up into spikes, black t-shirt full of holes and safety pins. A young man who has no idea how much he’s about to lose.

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Soldier - Fleurie

-And he’s still fucking here.

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Easier – Mansionair

-Then he gets the fuck above ground and he calls Beez (oh great, they’re his emotional-support-asshole now. That’s healthy).

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Deep End – Holly Humberstone  

-“I brought you cheese,” Beez says, and Crowley starts crying.

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Falling Short – Lapsley

-For the next few days, he lets his stupid body do what it needs to do to keep himself upright.

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Chariot (Stripped Version) - Gavin DeGraw

-Shit, this was a bad bad idea. 

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Quiet Light - The National

-There’s a text from Az later that night, and his name on Crowley’s phone makes him feel like jumping off a cliff.

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All That We Had is Lost - Postiljonen

-He’s not allowed to be in love with that man anymore. Wasn’t ever, really.

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Heal - Tom Odell

-It makes a rather hysterical laugh well out of his throat. Anthony fucking Crowley. You are still alive. 

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Let Me Go - HAIM 

-Crowley tries to ignore the soft, injured expression on the other man’s face as he turns away.

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A Beginning Song - The Decemberists

-“What’s more frightening than having a choice?”

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The Spark - William Prince

-And he likes to think he would have just burned the world to ashes with the power of his love, would have said fuck everyone, I choose you – but who knows. 

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Sharp Scratch - The Slow Show

-So stupid, I know, and I’m - sorry, I still love you and I’m tryin’ to stop and I will I just - needed to tell you that. I’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. Just miss you.

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Beautiful & Brutal – Plested

-Crowley moves without thinking. Falls like a stagelight, glass everywhere. He walks forward and is kissing Az before the door has even been pulled shut.

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Bad Chemistry - Fake Shark

-“I’ve been - thinking about this -” Az says between darts of his tongue against Crowley’s overheated skin.

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All We Do – Oh Wonder

-“But I - I love you. And I can’t -  hide. It hurts too much.”

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Broken Strings - James Morrison (ft Nelly Furtado)

-“I wouldn’t survive it. That way it was. I wouldn’t.”

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Stole the Show – Parson James

-But even on their distant shores, Crowley and Az don’t stop looking at each other. It feels like an ending. Maybe it is one. Not a happy ending, but not a bad one either.

_

Level Up - Vienna Teng

-excerpt from Anthony Crowley: Out of the shadows, under the spotlight

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The Wire (Alternate Version) – Patrick Droney 

-Avery: “I’m rather in - in love with you.”

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Sweet Thing - Van Morrison

-“You can stay at my place. If you like.”

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Falling in Love - Cigarettes After Sex

-“I love you. I’ve missed you, and I love you, and I want you -”

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Stay - Cat Power

-He watches the slow flicker of awareness in Avery’s blue eyes. The curve of his mouth into a shade of smile that Crowley’s never seen before.

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Freedom - George Michael

-“To the world.”

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--Chapter 12--

Banks - NEEDTOBREATHE

-What he wasn’t used to was bringing someone else down with him, and jail would be a bloody blessing compared to seeing Az grey-faced and staring out windows, or that one time Crowley’s pretty sure the man was crying in the bathroom, trying to swallow down the sound so that Crowley didn’t notice (he clenches his hands into fists just thinking about it).

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Black Mambo - Glass Animals

-“It’ll have to be.” Crowley drops to his knees. “There’s a lot of ground to cover.” 

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Florets - Grace VanderWaal

-Crowley can let his fingers curl against Az’s palm, can watch him open as a flame, not caring who notices.

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Sight of the Sun - fun.

-That this longing won’t destroy him, and won’t destroy Az either. It’s not a shovel for burying Crowley alive - it’s a spade for planting things.

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Pale Blue Eyes - The Velvet Underground

-Az drops his hand onto Crowley’s knee (“What is this song? I rather like it.”).

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Only Everything (Acoustic) – Quinn Lewis

-“It’s nice to have someone make it for you, right? Sometimes,” Crowley says softly, too much love in his throat and in his hands. It’s hard to breathe around it, especially when Avery is looking at him.

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The Book of Love - The Magnetic Fields

-“You bought a cottage for us.” Crowley is an animal being taught to speak through scraps of meat and electric shocks. “This cottage.”

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Say You’ll Be Mine – Christopher Cross

-Avery: “But if you wanted -” Fuck, there are tears in Avery’s eyes. “If you want. I’d like to call you my husband. I’d like to say ‘let me ask my husband,’ or ‘I brought my husband with me’ or ‘my husband won a BAFTA’.”

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Anthem - Leonard Cohen

-Their broken edges match. And somehow, the light still shines through.

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Precious Love – James Morrison

-When the light catches them both, they shine. And so do you. So do we.

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Good Man (acoustic) - Josh Ritter

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If you made it this far...wow, hi hello. So, this is ours and my musical exposure is limited, if you’ve got a better song for an excerpt, feel free to shoot it over, more than happy for this to be a living changeable thing. 🤡 

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