#roadie!carlos

[basilsunrise]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you @welcometololaland @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @strandnreyes @carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo and @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tags!

More from the musicians au:

The scene is lively and TK can’t help but think about how lucky Carlos is to have this. When he was growing up, TK’s mom did the best she could, but it was the seventies and as the only female lawyer at her company, she was forced to keep long hours to maintain the respect of her colleagues. His dad was rarely home and even when he was, his parents spent most of the time arguing, either oblivious or apathetic to the fact that TK could hear every word through the thin walls dividing them.

TK spent his tenth birthday alone in his room, listening to Morrison Hotel and eating leftover Chinese takeout from the fridge. When his mom came home late that night, she woke him up with a cupcake she bought from the corner store across the street and sang to him while he blew out the candle. She kept apologizing for being gone all day, but TK didn’t care—he thought it was the greatest thing ever that he was allowed to eat cake so late.

His mom wasn’t perfect, but TK loved her fiercely and it feels unfair that he has to go the rest of his life never celebrating another birthday with her.

Tagging @carlos-tk and anyone else who wants to join!

#musician!tk #roadie!carlos #seven sentence sunday

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

moving slowly on a fast lane | cl16, cs55

charles leclerc x original female character x carlos sainz jr [+18]

🏁 synopsis: If you ask her, Katie will tell you she’s a motorsports enthusiast and that she works as a model. However, the world has given her various labels – fangirl, groupie, escort, you name it. Regardless of the terminology used, the undeniable truth is that women like her play a crucial role in the industry. Every race weekend, she is there not just to be entertained but to contribute to the entertainment, whether it's by being a pretty face at exclusive parties or by providing more intimate company for the pilots. warnings: smut; loss of virginity; threesome; age gap; misdescription of f1 behind the scenes (W.c. 2K)

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PART I — GROUPIE LOVE

“Because you’re different.” Carlos explains, not really looking at her.

Charles, his head resting on her lap, winces at the response, quietly disagreeing with his teammate's answer. The trio, as usual, lies together on a king-sized bed in a luxury hotel.

It's summer in Latin America, and they're wearing light clothes. The windows are wide open, and the gentle tropical breeze is getting Katie agitated. Yet, it's all in vain because Carlos doesn't even move his eyes from the TV, watching a random tennis match.

Carlos and Charles label moments like these as 'teambuilding,' and usually, Katie is very good at getting them both in a good mood – calm and tranquil. But not today. Today, it's Katie herself who needs calming down.

For the past year, every race weekend, Katie wears her prized credentials like a badge of honor. In no time, despite being quite young and new to the scene, Katie seamlessly transitioned from a wide-eyed newbie to a face you couldn't miss. It wasn't a difficult feat, considering she has an unforgettable face with killer feminine features and a confident personality that could give the racers a run for their money.

Her presence in the paddock has transcended mere fandom – she's not just there to watch anymore, in a way, she became an essential part of the spectacle.

Things are still all rainbows and sunshine for Katie. Her life has turned into a never-ending road trip, always traveling with a team. The pilots still appreciate her – she’s still their untarnished muse – and she hasn't lost the thrill of the fast lane.

But Katie has been around long enough to see that feeling change in other women – the ones who've been on the circuit for ages, who've seen it all and maybe gotten a bit tired of the whole thing. It's hard for her to even picture herself in that spot, to imagine life being any different from what it is now.

Especially during the Canadian Grand Prix, that's when someone special took notice of Katie. An insider from Ferrari, whose name shall remain confidential; a person with a lot of influence within the team and whose role is not entirely undisclosed. This insider handed Katie a golden ticket: credentials and an invitation to join them on the road. 

No longer having to jump from bus to bus, Katie arrived with the Ferrari roadies. The sound of tools clinking as the crew was setting up everything for the upcoming race created a magical symphony. In that moment, as a witness of the behind-the-scenes hustle and with the anticipation building up for the race, the thought of ever going home doesn't cross her mind.

"I just want to help," she whines.

They're in Mexico now, and it's Katie's first time in the country. But for their first day, Charles and Carlos decided to stay in, saying they needed to concentrate. For Katie, witnessing moments like these were a job, the reason she felt like a part of the circuit. She would linger in the center of the bed, offering words of encouragement or simply watching a movie together. Sometimes there would be other girls in the room, sometimes it was just her. Regardless, things never ventured further from that.

“No, you’re bored. And that’s dangerous, honestly.” Carlos stands firm on his answer.

It’s not like he’s not interested in what she’s offering, or that he hasn’t thought about it – it’s the reason why she’s asking that’s bothering him. Charles, on the other hand, has been waiting months for an excuse. But he had a deal with his teammates and a commitment in maintaining the appearances; so he kept his mouth shut, trying to appear as if he was agreeing with everything being said.

“Then entertain me.” Katie asks.

Maybe it's the uninspiring color of the walls or the constant thud of the tennis ball from the TV, but Katie is genuinely bored.

“Begging is not a good look on you.” Carlos says, finally turning to look at her. He playfully flicks her forehead, but there's a fire in his eyes that Katie takes mental note of, a memory she'll save to use against him eventually.

PART II — GASOLINE

The soft hum of a distant air conditioner mingles with the rhythmic clinking of ice cubes in a near-empty bar. The bartender, wiping down the counter, shoots a casual nod in their direction. Katie sits on a stool, a cold drink in her hand, condensation leaving delicate droplets on the polished surface.

Emily leans on the bar, an easy smile playing on her lips. The bar stools around them remain unoccupied and the only soundtrack is the soft chatter between friends and the occasional clink of glasses.

Emily was Katie's first friend in the racing world, and their connection came from their shared love for fast cars. Emily, being a couple years older and having a couple years more experience in the racing scene, became a sort of guide for Katie. So, when Katie talked about feeling unsure, Emily felt like she had to share some advice. Their talk wasn't just a casual chat; it was a mentorship.

“Baby girl, just be completely yourself. Be yourself to the fullest, unapologetically you." Emily declares. “Everything we do here is for love. Don’t worry, Artemis will forgive you.”

Katie, wearing her trademark graphic t-shirt and mini skirt, watches as the ice in her drink slowly melts under the Mexican heat. At 19, she's a college dropout who left her family behind to chase the adrenaline-soaked circuits of F1.

But being a young impressionable woman in this testosterone-charged arena came with its own set of challenges. She feels herself staring at the edge of an abyss, ready to jump, but held back by the fear of the unknown. The realization settles in – once she takes that leap, there's no turning back.

Emily, carrying the confidence of someone who took that jump long ago, continues, "And I know it feels like women are not allowed to love. Every time we're passionate about something, no matter how we express it, we end up as the punchline to some misogynist joke. Even if I wasn't sleeping with these guys, people would still treat me like I was. They already made up their minds about me long before they met me." Emily shares. She’s talking about the scrutiny they face, especially within the high-stakes world of the paddock, is a reality they've grown accustomed to. The lingering gazes of multi-millionaires, the subtle condescension in their voices – it's all part of the package. “And we’re not even getting paid!”

PART III — DARK NECESSITIES

It’s only in Vegas that she manages to put her plan into action. Getting Charles alone in a room is easier than she imagined. There are no distractions here – no photoshoots, no interviews, no fans asking for autographs –, no one’s watching. The city’s energy seems to fade and they are completely isolated in a hotel room.

The night unfolds in the heart of Sin City, the stakes are high, and in the quietude of the hotel room, Katie wonders if she's playing her cards right.

For a moment, Katie sheds the layers of her public persona, existing only as a woman whose body burns with an unmistakable yearning for the man before her; a woman with desires as palpable as the heat radiating through the room.

Charles breaks the silence that hangs between them. "Katie," he murmurs, his eyes locked onto hers, "are you sure?"

Katie, her gaze unwavering, listens to his words, simply nods. A silent affirmation, a surrender.

"Good girl," Charles whispers, his fingers gently brushing her hair behind her ears. His lips trail down her cheek, seeking the softness of her neck. In this moment, he's attempting to play the part of a gentleman, aware that this is Katie's first time. His breath, a subtle inhale, captures the scent of vanilla on her skin.

She feels a vulnerability she never felt before. Her body reacts instinctively, welcoming him as a lover. She has been waiting for this moment for too long.

“You’re gonna let me touch you, hm?” Charles's voice is muffled as he gently kisses her throat. “You’re going to let me be your first?”

A combination of trust and apprehension lingers within her.

“Yes. Yes.” Katie gasps. She leaves behind any trace of inhibition left and is ready to let him do whatever he wants to her.

Charles, driven by a mix of desire and curiosity, is eager to explore and to taste every inch of her. He takes her to bed and slowly takes off her shirt and bra, kissing her shoulder and leaving little bites along the way. He traces the curves of her breasts with the tip of his tongue, making her euphoric, arousing her even further – making her fully realize just how much she craves his touch. Charles captures her nipple between his teeth, gently sucking on it until it becomes erect under his touch.

He lets his hand slide, under her mini skirt and on top of her panties. Feeling the warmth of his hand on her clothed wet core, Katie lets out a sigh. For her it feels like it takes forever until they’re both naked and Charles has his head buried in between her legs. His lips touch her clit and he’s patient with his kisses, enjoying her innocent taste as much as he can. Charles drags his tongue through the length of her slit, parting her lips with his fingers and sending shivers throughout her entire body.

Charles takes his sweet time opening her up. The neon glow from the outside world seeps through the curtains; as the night deepens, the city pulses with life, unaware of the affair unfolding within the walls of the hotel room.

For a brief moment, everything fades away and Katie’s breathing accelerates, her hips buck involuntarily against his fingers.

“Don’t stop!” Katie urges, desperate to reach her climax. She surrenders to pleasure, moaning loudly as Charles’s tongue explores her more sensitive area.

That’s when they hear a knock on the door. Followed by another. Whoever is outside starts incessantly banging their fist against the wooden door. Startled, they exchange a brief, wide-eyed glance.

“Who is it?” Charles calls out, his voice tinged with irritation; Katie remains wrapped in the bedsheet.

Without receiving an answer, the door swings open, revealing Carlos's stern expression. His eyes flicker between Charles and Katie, registering the scene before him.

"What the hell, Charles?" Sainz's voice carries a mix of frustration and disappointment. 

Katie feels a sense of exposure, caught between the two men. Leclerc, caught off guard, stammers in response, "Carlos, I... I didn't think you'd mind. It's just..."

Carlos's gaze intensifies, his disappointment morphing into a subtle betrayal. "We had an agreement," he says, his voice strained. "You weren't supposed to do anything without me." Carlos's eyes shift to Katie, his demeanor changing to one of confidence and dominance. "And you, young lady," he asserts, "you got what you wanted?"

"Not yet," Katie answers, a spark of defiance in her eyes. The tension in the room escalates, the air thick with desire. She notices Carlos eyes lingering on her exposed body. It feels empowering, intoxicating. The anticipation turns her arousal to a fever pitch.

“I want to watch.” Carlos states boldly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Since you decided you wanted to do this without me, at least be kind enough to let me watch.”

Katie doesn’t feel like she has a choice, her body has already decided what it wants. Charles lets out a quiet laugh, trying not to appear overly assured in this unexpected turn of events. He wraps his arm around Katie, pulling her closer. Her heartbeat quickens. When Charles reaches for her hand, she takes it, her eyes never leaving Carlos’s face. The pleasure pulsing through her is intense. Carlos moves and positions himself beside them. A second later, there is the unmistakable sound of Carlos's belt buckle being undone. He slips himself free.

Her attention turns back to Charles, who’s preparing himself to finally give her what she wants. She leans in to kiss him, inviting him deeper. Carlos’s eyes stay fixed on Katie as he watches Charles slip into position. Charles’s breath is hot on her ear, filled with lust and excitement. Her muscles are still tight from her lack of experience, but soon, she relaxes and lets go. 

He enters slowly, savoring each moment. Charles moans softly, eyes closing as he holds her close.  She bites down on her lip, managing to hold back her cries of ecstasy. This is her first time, so it hurts slightly, but also brings such blissful sensations that she can barely contain herself. The anticipation builds until, finally, she can take no more. "Charles," she whispers, reaching up to grasp his neck. Charles wraps his arm tightly around her waist, gently holding her in place. 

Her entire body shakes as her orgasm hits, her release ripping through her. When she comes down from the high, she hears Carlos exhale loudly. He doesn't move, only watches her in admiration.

She opens her eyes and looks up. Instinctively, Katie leans forward to take his member into her mouth. She enjoys every moment of his warm girth sliding down her throat. Charles continues to fuck her troughout it. She sucks harder, with passion, like she was made for this.  She realizes that, actually, she was. 

And with that realization, Carlos spills himself on her soft mouth. She pulls away from him, his seed dripping down her chin. She closes her eyes and returns her attention to Charles, still buried deep inside her, just in time for his release – he comes with a growl, guttural, moaning in her ear. 

Afterwards, they lie in bed together, recovering. Charles strokes her hair as Carlos cuddles with her. Charles gives her a gentle smile.  "You're really something special, you know that?" He whispers. 

#f1 fanfic #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smut #carlos sainz imagine #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #carlos sainz

[malk1ns]

Ten Opening Lines

Rules: list the first line of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any.

thanks for the tag @yabagofmilfs :)

1) what happens in vegas

Zhenya is having a lovely time at the beach until the drums start.

2) big hands.

“Did you pick this shirt because you knew it would match the wallpaper?” Sid asks, crouching a little and pinching at Geno’s iPhone screen to zoom in. “Ok, smile.”

3) post-loss comfort sex

Geno always drives home after they lose.

4) home hours ago

The haunted house was Disco’s idea.

5) postgame plane BJ

The minute they get off the ice after the Capitals game, Zhenya feels Sid’s eyes on him.

6) tumblr ask prompt: things you said but didn’t mean

Zhenya’s phone has been going off since the news broke last night.

7) we want crosby

When Sid used to lie in bed at night as a little boy and dream about being in the NHL, something like this never crossed his mind.

8) bare in mind

Sid doesn’t notice it until the offseason is practically done.

9) block the noise with the sound of 'i need you'

The hotel they stay in when they’re playing in Vegas—the Monte Carlo, Zhenya thinks, but after as many roadies as he’s been on they all blur together—has the thinnest walls out of all 31 cities they travel to.

10) Mr. Crosby

Connor doesn’t get intimidated by much anymore.

When I did one of these in another fandom, my main takeaway was that I had essentially plagiarized myself—two of my fics started with almost identical first lines. Incredible stuff. Nothing like that here—so what did I learn? She’s an in media res queen; can’t stop won’t stop. Did you notice anything?

if you’re seeing this i want to see yours; tag, you’re it!

#sidgeno #hockey rpf #my writing #my fic

[shirtlesssammy]

The Winchesters 1x08: Hang on to Your Life

Kansas City, Missouri

Outside a bar called the Knave of Hearts. (The marquee indicates that Jericho is headlining with Brock Billings. Is Jericho a nice nod to Robbie and Rich’s old show? Love it.) Brock pops out of one of the doors and wanders into a back alley. He scares a poor street cat and promptly burns up for it. 

Oh, wait, there’s got to be something more going on here. A whistling, dapper-dressed man approaches and warms his hands by the glowing charred remains of Brock. 

Mary, Millie, and John are back at Mary’s tending to an unconscious Samuel’s wounds. Ada has prescribed a magical tea to help with the nasty Akrida gash on Samuel’s shoulder. Operation Heavy Flirting has entered its next stage for Mary and John, and Millie knows when to give these two Alone Time. 

Samuel wakes and mumbles that he found a way to find the queen. 

Mary and John tell Carlos and Lata about the Akrida queen. There’s been radio silence from the Akrida since they found Samuel. Carlos did hear about a man burning up outside the Knave of Hearts though. The Knave of Hearts is THE place in the midwest to make it in music. Mary opts to stay behind to help her father mend. John opts to stay behind to simp after Mary. Carlos approves. 

“Being a hunter means living a life of sacrifice – not a lot of room for dreams. But you open your heart and get a little lucky, you’ll find you gain more than you lose.” 

(Boris puts on clown nose)

(Natasha against her better judgment, reluctantly also puts on clown nose)

Once at the bar, the duo sets out to investigate the case. Carlos interrogates the bartender with no luck. Lata finds sigils in Brock’s dressing room. They discuss the meaning of them when Carlos runs into an old music buddy, Jericho. It seems they were a duo once upon a time named Rivers Gemini and The Jericho Kid.  

Operation Flirtfest actually gets to the meat of the situation and John and Mary talk about the kiss. Neither regrets the kiss but Mary doesn’t know what the future holds.

Lata is having the Time of Her Life reminiscing with Rivers Gemini and The Jericho Kid. 

As Carlos and Lata head out, Carlos knocks a hat off the table of another customer. He picks it up and hands it back to the man. 

GABRIEL!!!!! OR LOKI!!!! OR THE TRICKSTER!!!!! THEY”RE ALL THE SAME!!!! AGGGHHHH

Lata’s van research reveals that Brock’s sigils were trying to protect him from dark magic. Lata asks if Carlos wants to go to the show that night. He declines and makes it clear that it was always a choice of careers. “It’s a matter of time before you come across a monster and then something has to die – the dream or the monster.” 

They interview the roadie. He tells them about the hat man following Brock out of the bar the night he died. 

Meanwhile, Millie and Samuel get to know each other. It’s chilly.

He doesn’t want the tea until Millie mentions that Ada prescribed it. Samuel is able to get in quite a few zingers about John. And he learns that Henry was a Men of Letters. (Or as he so Dean-ly says “Mole Men”, and then proceeds to explain the joke and it’s hilarious and not hilarious but at least we know where the Dean Dad humor comes from.) Millie makes it clear that without her “mole man” of a husband, Samuel’s daughter would be dead right now. 

Jericho’s set has begun. Lata spots Gabriel Loki jamming out in the back of the room and alerts Carlos. Jericho starts to smoke and Carlos grabs him and drags him off stage. Lata goes to confront Gabriel Loki but it’s no longer him. Meanwhile, the bartender burns.

Lata and Carlos head backstage later to find Jericho hurriedly packing up. He’s somewhat reluctant to talk, but quickly falls sway to their puppy eyed earnestness. He explains that his solo career fizzled until a few weeks ago. He met Loki and, while drunk, agreed to some kind of deal. He woke up with a flaming tattoo on his forearm. 

After that, his songs light the audience up inside…but in the bad, SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION way. Each night, one member of his audience dies a terrible, fiery death. If he doesn’t sing to someone (and sentence to burn), then the curse will burn him up instead. When Brock tried to get cut into the mad profits of Jericho’s rising career, Jericho killed him off. Tonight, he tried singing to the guy in the suit who bound him in the deal - some guy named Loki. 

At Casa de Campbell, Samuel stumbles his way into the den, apparently with the intention of grilling John about his dad. Instead, Mary cuts him off. She wants to know more about what Samuel was mumbling in his sleep. How can they find the Akrida queen? Samuel explains that he picked up on some signs and decided to check them out. He’s got three rolls of film (THOSE WERE THE DAYS AMIRITE?) for them to develop and figure out clues. Mary stalks off to play photo lab. John confronts Samuel and tells him to treat Mary like a daughter “and less like a soldier.” Oof. 

Back at the hunt, Lata, Carlos, and Jericho head for the van. Inside the van they find Loki lounging. “You were right about this one,” he says to Jericho, gesturing to Carlos. “He’s got pluck.” 

Jericho’s largely unsurprised to see him, and we quickly find out why. Loki made a deal with Jericho - if he can pass on his curse to another then he can be free from it. Jericho led Loki to Carlos. Before their eyes, Loki transforms, proving his powers, and tells them that Carlos taking on the Mark - I mean, the tattoo - is the only way he can save his friend. Former friend? 

Loki reads us Carlos’ resume, which is very enjoyable for me AND for him! It includes:

Love of modern dance

Gifted typist

Musician, hunter, hair model

He also sees Carlos’s nature, and knows that Carlos won’t walk away and let his friend remain cursed, or die. Against Lata’s protests, Carlos agrees to take on the curse.

Loki zaps Jericho away. Where did he go? “Oh, please, nobody cares. At least I don’t. He’s like a security deposit. Move on from that.” He hands Carlos a.k.a. Rivers Gemini a concert flyer for…his own comeback show. Carlos needs to play that night or face the consequences. 

They bring the news back to the Campbell house. John suggests just removing the tattoo. Please. The only way you can do that is by magically de-aging Carlos for the duration of the episode via an ancient witch’s curse and who has one of THOSE just lying around? The team sets to their research tasks with gusto. 

Samuel watches them spring into action. Carlos and Lata have come very far in just a few months, according to him. John earnestly tells him that it’s all down to Mary’s leadership. The gang settles in for a good old fashioned research and strategy session. Millie hands Carlos a pile of research, and heads off to prepare the “family special” dish for the somber occasion of Carlos’s maybe impending death. Millie’s special dish turns out to be a regular slice right out of my childhood. It appears to be something like…beef stroganoff over toast, with boiled green beans!

As they eat, they continue to research. Lata discovers a clue. Loki’s power is tied to a hand mirror he keeps with him. And sticking with the shiny objects theme, Samuel finds some guidance that says Loki can be killed with a shiny knife imbued with the hunter’s own blood. The gang prepare to slice their palms to seal the magic into their knives. (“Not the palms, my god you need to fight!” I hiss at them, but it’s like I’m watching them on a screen or something and they ignore my sage advice.) 

There’s a brief hiatus where Mary pulls Samuel aside and tries to order him to stay home. It turns into a confrontation about him leaving on his secretive, solo hunt. He tells her that he tries to stay under her radar. He didn’t want her to die like Maggie did. He got her into hunting, just like his dad did…and he hates it. OH THE REGRETSSSS. “When I put that knife in your hands, I chose this life for you. I forced you to follow in my footsteps, just like my dad forced me. It was wrong.” I can barely hear him over the deafening sound of Cat’s in the Cradle and glass crunching between my teeth. But! Mary’s a glass case of emotions as Samuel tells her that he wanted to get rid of all monsters so that Mary could live a life free of hunting. Instead, he stumbled into the looming threat of the Akrida. 

Back inside, the team imbues their knives with blood mojo and then they all head to the bar to finish their hunt. Loki shows up, sassy and saucy and shaking up a cocktail. He sizes up their bloody blades and intentions, and suggests evening the odds. We get a lovely fight scene of Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki, and Loki versus the gang. 

They scuffle to the tune of Saturday Night’s Alright, until Samuel gets pinned down. Mary knifes Loki and smiles triumphantly at her kill, only for Samuel to tell her he won’t fall for any more of her tricks. Samuel knifes her in the gut and then twists it. Mary morphs back into Loki, who topples to the floor, apparently dead. Samuel tells everyone that Loki/Mary attacked with his left hand, so it couldn’t have been Mary. 

Everyone regroups for a moment, until Loki hauls himself up again. ‘Twas but a flesh wound! He gleefully watches as they realize that Carlos still has the tattoo. He snaps his fingers, and the scene gets set. Carlos gets a wardrobe change and appears on stage, decked out in finery with a guitar. Mary, John, Lata, and Samuel immediately find themselves bound to chairs. Just behind Carlos, Jericho sits bound and gagged. Loki suggests Jericho as the ideal target. After all, why should Carlos suffer for Jericho’s misdeed? 

Carlos lifts up the guitar as though to play and then —

Smashes it! Carlos gives us a wild window into his soul, and it’s beautiful. He sacrificed music to hunt, but he gained more than he ever thought he would. Carlos starts to burn when all of a sudden…the smoke rising from his arms turns to GLITTER. NOW it’s a PARTY!

The tattoo zaps away from Carlo’s arm. Loki screams at Carlos and tells him that humanity should always choose the selfish way out. “I am not gonna lose to you!” he exclaims. Just then, a hand mirror crackles from the table. Loki gets sucked into the mirror and a moment later, everyone’s free. Lata delightedly taps at Loki’s trapped visage. 

Carlos tells everyone that they’re his family. HEARTS!

The next day, Millie heads out with the box. She tells a skeptical Samuel that she’s going to try to repair it. She IS a mechanic after all. Samuel tells Millie that she has a “good kid.” You did it, bbys. 

Mary brings out the newly developed photos from Samuel’s reconnaissance. The photos are barely legible - mostly washed out and useless for intel. Samuel tells Mary to take John to reassess the locations. While they do that, he’s headed to Ada to work on figuring out some magical means to defeat the queen. Samuel hands Mary a little recipe for a magical ant-Akrida tattoo. Handy! 

At the venue, Jericho contemplates his guitar. He plans to turn himself into the police, but Carlos tells him that’ll only get him in an institution. Carlos suggests an alternative: move on and put some good in the world. Jericho convinces Carlos to play one last concert. ONE. MORE. TIME!

Cut to the concert, where Lata shrieks at Carlos to play some Sabbath (she’s more of a metal girl). Readers, I love her. 

Carlos plays the theme song of the episode: Hard Times Come Around No More. We flash back to Mary handing her dad his hat and giving him a farewell hug. Elsewhere, Millie opens up the box. In the clubhouse, Lata locks away Loki’s mirror in a trunk. 

Carlos’s song is lovely and all, and I’m experiencing emotions, but also. ALSO. CHUCK IS THERE. IN THE BAND. PLAYING KEYBOARD. Guys. We get some good, clear close-ups of Chuck to really drive it home. Amazing. Love it. 

Later, John and Mary look at the photos and make out. Mary’s ready to take the leap with John. They’re about to kiss again, when John looks down at one of the barely developed photos. He recognizes the man in the photo as being the same person who gave him his dad’s letter. It’s…..

……

……………….

DEAN BEAN WINCHESTER!

For I’ve Got Him, He’s Right Here Science:

Natasha: Okay, Dean in the past is VERY IMPORTANT TO ME but did anyone else get some serious Book of Job / God placing bets for and against humanity. Who was Loki/Gabriel playing against that got him trapped in the mirror? It was someone who thought humanity would pull through and be selfless…

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Oh Quote Times Come Again No More:

Lata, let’s boogie

I don’t know why everyone that comes in here thinks I’m a shrink. If you wanna cry on something, cry into your glass

It’s a matter of time before you come across a monster and then something has to die – the dream or the monster.

Doctor who?

The least you could do is treat her more like a daughter and less like a soldier

Hey guys, monsters that kill to feed and survive are one thing. Ones that kill for kicks - we’re in for a fight

Weird sensation but contemplating my mortality has surprisingly made me hungry. 

For the brains of this operation, you are not the smartest cookies. Cookies aren’t smart to begin with. Think on that.

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[kookablarn]

Version 5.1!

Hey, y’all! Got a new update to the Kookablarn Save File for ya!

The file was done pretty soon after the release of High School Years, but the game’s glitches and issues are what held me back. Then, I started having personal doubts. But I was finally able to push through and finish it all!

There’s a lot of changes in this one because I also went through with removing all ghosts from the family trees except for select important family members, which means there’s no more need for a Ghost-less Version. However, you can find a list of the ghosts still in the file here! Most of the ghost’s graves can be found in a family member’s inventory.

Since I did a pretty big reset on the file, all of the minor build/buy changes I made have been erased. My plan is to slowly go through and do small renovations to the lots to make them fit the family. For now, all lots are untouched.

Version 5.1 includes My Wedding Stores, Werewolves, and High School Years. Also includes the Infants update. I also went around and added body hair, sexual preferences, and pronouns to various sims and made the usual CAS changes wherever I saw fit. 

As always, changes are detailed under the cut. Let me know if you find any issues and I hope you enjoy~! Thanks for your patience!

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v5.1 Changes:

✨Changed Mateo Alto’s name to Carlos. (Okay, I know! I keep changing this kid’s name! I think I’m settled on this!) ✨Changed various teen’s outfits with ones from High School Years. ✨Changed Sapphire Roadie’s trait from Outgoing to Party Animal. (It was made for her!) ✨Changed Tima Nikovitch’s last name to Hastings! (Thanks to Eliza having a canon maiden name.) ✨Enrolled various teens in after school clubs. ✨Gave Brad Hawkins, Stephen Scott, and Wes Feng the Overachiever trait. ✨Gave Carmen Richards the Party Animal trait. ✨Gave Wes Feng and Klaus Munch the Socially Awkward trait. ✨Changed Blake McFreely, Sammy Scott, Wren Bell, and Carmen Richard’s aspiration to Live Fast. ✨Changed Giselle Munch and Lara Randle’s aspiration to Admired Icon. ✨Changed Hailey Scott’s aspiration to Drama Llama. ✨Changed Brad Hawkins, Sanjay Rasoya, Stephen Scott, Nani Kealoha, and Wes Feng’s aspiration to Goal Oriented. ✨Changed Yui Kibo, Melanie Munch, and Gretchen Le Chien to Infants. ✨Changed teh Blair family to the Renwick family. Changed Marisol’s name to Minerva. Changed Yasmin’s name to Freya. Changed Ray’s name to Asher. (I’ll make a post explaining why!) ✨Gave Beau Broke a new aspiration and career. ✨Gave the Kahananui family a son! ✨Made Tabitha Astralgarden a highschool dropout.

#The Sims 4 #TS4 #The Sims 4 Save File #v5.1 #Info #Kookablarn Save File

[minalblood]

Episode 8, here we go! Finally! Im dedicating this review to @noybusiness and @shallowseeker for the encouragements to return to this.

Oh yes, Loki/Gabe! I forgot that's this one. I will say I still could not tell you which one it is. I WILL try to figure that out by the end of this.

I appreciate Mary immediately going to wanting to punch her dad while he's unconscious. Top tier sentiments.

I love (read: am banging my head against a wall) that John thinks what happened last ep counts as having hit the Akrida "pretty hard". It's kinda laughable tbh. The Akrida have already shown extrmely adept at infiltration (basically their whole thing) as well as the whole swarm of locust vibes associated. What i mean by this is, they have no clue how many Akrida there are or where and the dozen or so Samuel got rid of could easily be such an expendable number. But John assumes they weren't... why? Based on what? I also highkey love that Carlos just fully skirts addressing John's remark here and instead refocuses on the case du jour while Lata and Mary also say nothing. It's just funny to me.

Yessss, Lata and Carlos team up!!!

Ughh Dean's talking about dreams and sacrifices, just rip my heart out why dont u? Tho I will highlight his words about gaining more than u lose, Ive always appreciated the fact that Dean prefers to focus on what he has if possible. And it's not like he doesn't have a plethora of regrets, but he has reached a point by like.. season 11/12 I'd say where he became content with himself enough not to wish it different. I also deeply love the acknowledgement of said sacrifices made, it's not this empty optimistic view of things, shit has been bad before, but that doesn't negate or dimish the good that you've also gotten/found.

Lata's absolute judgement and unimpresed reaction to what Carlos has just called a "cathedral" give me life. This ep I think is one where we really start to see some more contrast in Lata. Because up until now, she's certainly been there, has def had complexity, but now we're not just seeing her be excited about knowledge, but rather learn some of the minutiae of her personality. Like how she is not easily impressed and also her niche interests and Carlos' dont match. We've seen Carlos be interested in her hobbies before, begrudgingly and with vague horrified expressions, but intrigued nonetheless. The opposite, we can now see for sure, does not apply in reverse for Lata. She genuinely doesn't seem to give a shit about the supposed prestige of the Knave and is more than happy to fall back to what she enjoys.

I adore the bartender. He is my fav and I am endlessly mad he dies. I loved that man and his "leave me.tf alone kid" vibes.

Carlos not wanting Lata to know about Rivers Gemini is soo funny. And 100% reminds me of Dean and how he prefers to hide his interests so he isn't made fun of/keeps appearences. And this won't be the only Carloa Dean parallel this ep. Hell, Dean's intro words apply most to Carlos this ep as is.

I love the fact that Mary and John actually TALK about their relationship and boundaries and the kiss. The emotional maturity is astounding tbh.

Jericho immediately making his excuses for why he hadn't seen Brock when he died gave me apprehension when I 1st watched this ep live, but now it's very obvious he was preemptively giving his alibi. It's honestly subtly done especially when contrasted to how obvious Loki/Gabe are. Glorious mustache on him btw.

Carlos has a very... interesting view on hunting. Because on the one hand, it did kinda kill their dream of being a musician, but they alao very much approach hunting with a lot of enthusiasm and genuinely seem to enjoy it. Again, the Dean vibes are off the charts with this one. I love Lata for adressing and checking in with Carlos as well, just making sure they're ok.

The roadie/Loki/Gabe is also pretty obvious in hindsight. It makes little sense to have this dude just go fuck off but oh no actually lemme tell u exactly what u need.

Oh no, Millie and Samuel. I am not ready for this. They are so similar and so different at the same time. Mainly because I genuinely believe Millie by this point has had the chance to process part of her issues whereas Samuel very much so is ... Samuel. And you can see this plainly for both of them. They are similiar, they butt heads because of it, but Millie has spent all this episode giving both John and Mary the space they need to work their shit out, without making any of her usual comments except for the tea Ada gave Samuel and even then she's quick to retract her statement when the tea works. Samuel meanwhile spends a good chunk of the episode saying shit that only serves to diminish or undermine.

I do appreciate the confirmation that Samuel knew who the MoL are/were. It makes perfect sense for the Campbell's to know considering their hunting legacy. And it's endlessly funny thay both him and Henry (when he met Sam and Dean) put down the other's profession. It's a fun parallel (i hate it). Millie putting him in his place was very very satisfying for me.

I will forever be screaming about Chuck being front and centre in this episode several times. An episode where we have Loki/Gabe and is about music (Chucks already said music is where humanity popped off for him) and on top of that discusses the themes of making up ur life as you want it despite whatever fate decrees (aka hunting means sacrifice and death but Carlos get to perform on the best stage in the area in from.of their friends regardless). Not to mention that I constantly have Chuck saying he likes "front row seats" and "hiding out in plain sight" on a loop in my head. Like of course he'd be keeping an eye out for his faves or would've done so before he was defeated. The timeline's a bit messy here because either this version is no longer the Chuck that Sam and Dean fought and defeated and is essentially the leftover consciousness from this particular world or time happens sorta simultaneoualy? I lean toward the 1st tbh, but then the question still remains of how much does he know. It's very very incriminating that he is in fact there.

And all this to say that I cannot believe that we have Loki alone here. I don't see it, can't. It makes more sense to me to actively mess with the Campbell-Winchester bloodlines via fucking with their friends while giving a speech about playing ur part for Gabe. But then... it ain't like Loki's mythos don't also deal with themes of predestination... soo...

And it's so so obvious that Loki/Gabe is gunning directly for Carlos btw. Like so obvious.

The bartender deserved better and I will go down with this.

Yep, that tattoo is def a parallel to the Mark of Cain. Which again, interesting choice 🤔

I love Mary's no nonsense vibe with Samuel, especially when he's trying to fuck around and find out aka deflecting the bullshit he's been pulling.

The photossssss, yesss.

I need John Winchester to not say shit like "should treat her more like a daughter less like a soldier' because I will have a stroke. I am so so in agreement and applauding but simultaneously thinking how fucking rich it is that this comes from any version of him. I am.in paaain. I wanna kill SPN!John with my bare hands and hearing this John say shit like this only adds fuel to the fire.

Ah yes... the innuendo. Forgot bout that. More on it, the personality Loki/Gabe shows here matches Gabe wayyyyy more than Loki, but the outfit and earlier peronality matches Loki. Cannot speak to MO since that's fully dif fron SPN, no just deserts here. Just a very bitter demigod/archangel. I am starting to think they are actively working together here and are both present and fucking around. He really really hates Lata tho. Like he's gunning for Carlos, but actively scorns Lata. Interesting.

Also also the disappearing Jericho thing... yes Loki could, but we've most seen in with Chuck and Lucifer, so I fully believe that the version that gets Carlos to make a deal is heavily leaning towards Gabe moreso than Loki.

Maggie's books save the day once more. God Maggie could've been a glorious Woman of Letters (to quite Charlie) in another life.

Uuuuuh Samuel seeing how things have changes, yess. Makes sense of course he's the one who's literally been on the outside and not being influenced by the Dean meddling til now so he still relates everything to what used to be true of the people we've been watching. But they aren't the same anymore, shit's changed and they've changed. This is what I've been trying ro highlight as it's been happening these past 8 ep that led us to Samuel confirming it.

At least he's self aware hes not a people's person. I do appreciate the distinction between monsters that kill to survive vs those that kill for fun. (And I am once more wondering if I should just post my bachelor's on the nature of monsters in spn)

Winchesters and their family specials... Aaaand I just realized they SPN!John likely had made his moms recipe for Sam and Dean when they were sick... think Dean called it cure-all kitchen-sink stew? If I remember my spn correctly...

Uuuu it was Samuel who mentioned the weapon...not Lata as Loki/Gabe accuses and mocks.

I love the arguememt between Mary and Samuel. And am mad that Samuel actually shows more emotional maturity in explaning himself here than SPN!John every did... I feel like I'm chewing glass here fellas, pray for me. Wonderful self awareness actually, love the clear generational trauma "dont want you to hate me like I hated him" indeed Samuel. Aaaand he's pulling a SPN!Mary move of rationalising his being away and distant and working on his own while his kid worries and fights the same fight by saying he's doing it for her...

So Samuel is Spn!Mary and is fueled technically by the guilt of what his choices have wroth his child. And Millie is son!John and is fueled by the grief and rage of having lost her husband to the supernatural and is reflecting it onto on her kid.

But... vitally, both are trying to fix shit and are given the space/time to do so.

Fun fighting sequence.

The bait and switch is a Loki/Gabe classic.

The Samuel stabing his daughter... oooof. Not left handed??? That's what u based it on, you absolute moron! I agree with Loki/Gabe mocking Samuel here tbh.

I will say the personality has shifted a bit after the bait and switch. The version of Loki/Gabe is now simmering with barely contained anger and is far more serious in his comments. There's more bite to them. I do believe thats more Loki leaning.

"For someone your height, you're very loud" was a helluva projection for Loki/Gabe.

I adore how Carlos breaks the rules here. And it's based in the sacrifice of hunting, but it's not because of it per se. And in doing the selfless thing, impulsively I'd even say, he broke the deal/curse. Ah... the free will of it all.

It's a very interesting arguement that Loki/Gabe gives here about humanity. Could fit either really.

Lata's mild sadistic pleasure about annoying Loki/Gabe, my beloved.

Awwwwww, they're familyyyy

I still like the Millie and Samuel dynamic. It's kind ... juicy with trauma in such a specific way.

At least now Samuel tells Mary where he's going, rather than just taking off like an asshole.

Calling Samuel, Sam... oh John, you disaster of a person, I kinda love you.

Carlos being fully behind forgiving Jericho, lovely. And omg Jericho is basically Lee here, isn't he? Is that a stretch??

Uhhhh such a gorgeous fucking voice.

Fucking Chuck still there tho and it gives me anxiety even tho I know how this ends.

I do like seeing everyone during the song montage, love the forward movement of it. The future it sorta aludes to. And Mary deciding to go on with her and John's relationship only adds to this sentiment.

Aaaanddd Dean MOTHERFUCKING Winchester has join the chat. I remember that moment when I 1st watched this... on his bday. Such a great time seeing this live tbh and it still is a hell of a reveal now too.

See y'all next time where we'll be diving into my still unresolved trauma of the spn finale, vampires (my beloveds), the Ursitoare and how annoyed I am constantly about the pronunciation of most Romanian in English shows and much more!

#spnwin #spnwin rewatch #spnwin 1x08 #lata dar #carlos cervantez #mary campbell #john winchester #millie winchester #samuel campbell

[astrophysicist-guitar-god]

Oh my god your tags about roger and james spader playing brothers in an 80s movie.. Gold!! 😆 Apart from Roger being a terrible actor this totally could have worked 😍

>>>Apart from Roger being a terrible actor this totally could have worked 😍

@scorpiogemini I'm HOWLING. Can you imagine how fabulously awful he'd have been? It would have been glorious. Hmmm. Let's see.

WHERE THE RADIALS SQUEAL, starring Roger Taylor and James Spader as brothers Roger and James Meddows-Todd. Released by "Movies that Never Existed but Totally Should Have" Productions (TM). [Roger's picture here, Spader's picture here.]

Roger Meddows-Todd is a charismatic, brooding star of the racing circuit, a beloved bad boy who wins races as often and easily as he breaks hearts. James Meddows-Todd is his equally charismatic, brooding younger brother, an up-and-coming racing star in his own right, as well known for his sarcastic wit as his growing talent on the track.

Roger was 19 and James 12 when their father, a racing champion himself, died in a fiery crash during the Monaco Grand Prix. Their mother, inconsolable, flung herself off the cliffs after a disastrous turn at the Monte Carlo gaming tables on the emotionally charged first anniversary of her husband's death.

Roger became his brother's guardian when their parents died, and raised him as they traveled the world.

Queen cameos:

Brian, Roger's friend since they were boys themselves, initially travels with the brothers as James' court-mandated tutor. James is highly entertained by Brian and Roger's frequent arguments. Brian is two years older than Roger, and James quietly notes how their relationship mirrors Roger and James' own big and little brother dynamic. A close friend of both brothers, Brian remains with the Meddows-Todds long after his tutor duties have ended. While on their travels, he increases his knowledge of the stars and the heavens.

John is the founder and owner of Deacon Luxury Motors, and his cars are as beautiful and beautifully engineered as they are fast. He's the major sponsor of Peregrine Racing, the brothers' racing team. Known for his financial savvy, John also acts as the brothers' trusted but unofficial financial advisor.

Freddie is owner of the famously decadent Mercury Speedway and Casino Entertainment Complex in Montreux, Switzerland, which is sometimes called "the world's most beautiful race course." He's been trying to lure the brothers to set up home base at the Complex since their parents died.

Crystal appears as the Peregrine Racing crew chief, the roadies as the pit crew.

I had way too much fun with this!

#Roger Taylor #my little drummer love #James Spader #I've been talking about these two portraying brothers since forEVER #I've finally indulged myself and had too much fun doing it #Brian May #John Deacon #Freddie Mercury #Queen

[innytoes]

Hi Inny. I'm procrastinating some work by asking for some Foster AU head canons, preferibly centered around the boys of SS.

Happy Tuesday!

Some headcanons from the Foster Care AU, where I am almost 50k in. Some will make it into the fic and some probably will not.

-Okay first Carlos 100% calls them Sunset Swerve to annoy them, as is his duty of being a little brother.

-Reggie and Willie's social worker is Maxine Gray from Judging Amy because that show is part of my DNA.

-Bobby goes to Los Feliz but isn't in the music program. He only knew Julie as 'that weirdo girl with the amazing voice who sometimes dances in the halls like she's the main character'. He likes her though, and always admired how she did shit like that without feeling self-conscious.

-Eventually, Bobby's grandparents get so sick that he can't keep being in the band. He actually flunks senior year and quits the band, telling them they'll do fine without him now that they have Julie, but he does have First Dibs on being their roadie once they make it big.

-After the lady selling tickets to Prom makes a big deal about how Alex can't take Willie (and Reggie is like: uh yeah he can, Luke got tickets for Julie just fine), they ditch prom. Because yeah, they could go to the principal, but the lady is threatening to tell everyone at Alex' parents' church about their sinner son and Alex just... can't. He's already scared about being kicked out the second he turns 18, he doesn't want to expedite the process.

-So of course Luke makes a giant speech about FUCK PROM and they all decide to ditch prom. Except Alex is sad because he really wanted the whole Prom Experience with Willie: the goofy pictures, the corsage, the slow dancing.

-And Reggie is all: um excuse we live with a photographer. We can make cliché prom pictures happen. Within like half an hour they have roped in Flynn and Julie and are planning the best Not Prom ever.

-Yes of course Tía and Ray help and probably even Emily because she was Sad to miss out on her baby going to prom and then so Proud when she learned why.

-Tía Victoria 100% took Alex and Willie shopping. (Separately, because she insists that seeing your date for the first time in their outfit on prom is A Thing.) She makes sure their outfits match.

-Luke kindly keeps his suit jacket and tie on until Bobby has picked him up and they're out of sight of his mom.

-Okay but do Ray and Emily maybe have a little text thread where they basically find creative ways to say 'fuck the Mercers' perhaps they do shhhh don't tell the kids.

-It might not make it into the fic but Reggie is studying to be a dog groomer until the band makes it big. Like, college isn't for him even with the Foster Kid Scholarship and Ray's support. And they promised No Record Contracts until Julie graduates high school so he needs something to do until they make it big.

-Bobby keeps saying he should practice on Luke because that's basically the same as a golden retriever, wriggles and bad breath and all.

-Alex does get kicked out of the house at 18 but the guys were on standby and basically came and picked him up, cheerfully barged their way inside by threatening to make a scene otherwise, cleared out everything that belonged to Alex (not much, they’d been quietly moving things out already over the past few weeks), stole all the toilet paper (thanks Bobby), and drove him straight to Ray’s house.

-Ray of course had already told Alex he was more than welcome to stay.

#julie and the phantoms #foster care au #not!fic #I wrote a thing #reggie peters #bobby shaw #luke patterson #alex mercer #willex #willie throckmorton #best dad ray molina #can you imagine dog groomer Reggie though #singing to his puppers as he bathes them #trying to harmonize with the husky singing the song of 'I did not want bathtime' #you know flynn was like: I get to DJ a Prom hell yes I'm coming #Julie: it's a prom for like five people #Flynn: yeah but the snacks are gonna be way better than actual prom

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CAPÍTULO I: Os Três Ratos Cegos - Parte I

              Pra conseguirem entender mais facilmente, acho melhor apresentar dois dos personagens mais importantes dessa história.

Primeiramente meu irmão, Ariel, é um branquelo de olhos castanhos e cabelos castanhos raspados na máquina 2, dono de uma genuína “beleza padrãozinho” e como é de se esperar, é meio cuzão quando se trata do emocional alheio. Foi preso duas vezes por acusações injustas em seus respectivos contextos (voltaremos nisso). Seu vício no “jogo da faca” (aquele onde um idiota fica batendo a faca entre os dedos o mais rápido que pode, e se não decepar nenhum, vitória!) acabou nos rendendo nossa Kombi, e a maioria dos objetos valiosos inúteis em nosso apartamento. Mora comigo, viaja comigo, fornece comigo, e quase sempre tá comigo onde quer que eu vá. No nosso apartamento, geralmente passa o tempo desenhando ou pintando na varanda, costume que começou na terapia ainda criança. É dois anos mais novo que eu e cresceu comigo em Araí, um vilarejo a uns dez quilômetros a oeste de Santa Lourdes. Quando tínhamos dezesseis e dezoito anos, respectivamente, fomos largados por nossos pais que decidiram que éramos “muito difíceis de lidar” e se mudaram pra outro estado sem especificar onde.

E segundo, basicamente a causa de toda essa situação que vou contar, eu, Cameron. Olhos castanhos, pele branca, cabelo castanho na altura do ombro e um denso cavanhaque. Não sou a melhor pessoa do mundo, mas não diria que estou entre os piores também. Acredito ter um dom… Ou melhor, uma espécie de aura de sorte, pois quase sempre consigo me dar bem, mesmo nas piores situações, mas é claro, que não é como se eu me desse bem sempre, ou como se minha vida fosse tranquila, mas acho que vão entender o que quero dizer. Como já disse, trabalho com meu irmão, como “roadies”, e fornecedores em toda Santa Lourdes. Passo muito do meu tempo estudando a história dessa cidade, por ser o que me faz admirar tanto essa realidade que me cerca, e isso vai desde conversas com nossos clientes à visitas regulares na biblioteca local; Isso, quando não estou tentando conseguir uns trocados extras com outros pequenos trabalhos, a maioria também considerada ilegal, pra ser sincero.

              Nas últimas horas de uma tarde de sexta, eu e meu irmão preparávamos nossas roupas e o equipamento para um grande evento em que DJ Praga, nosso insuportável “chefe” e colega de quarto, tocaria durante o fim de semana. Naquele mesmo momento, deixando um corpo para trás após uma breve parada na estrada até a cidade, três homens seguiam viagem sem peso algum na consciência, um grupo de criminosos internacionais (que conhecíamos de uma situação anterior, em outra cidade), conhecidos no mundo do crime organizado como Os Três Ratos Cegos. Empregados de um poderoso traficante e assassino internacional, o Raposa, cada um deles integrava o grupo por possuir grandes habilidades para papéis específicos durante os trabalhos.

O mais velho era Richard “Ric” Marques, o líder coroa e geralmente motorista do trio, quem tentava encarar as situações de forma mais bem-humorada, apesar de geralmente ser o responsável por resolver os problemas quando o clima esquentava. O segundo, Gustavo “Gus” Rizzo, parecia uma espécie de jovem ciborgue parrudo, era o atirador de elite frio e ambicioso da equipe, devido ao seu treinamento militar, era responsável por eliminar alvos a distância, e dar cobertura para a equipe em campo aberto. E o terceiro, Carlos Eloi, não era nada além do sociopata engomadinho de meia-idade do grupo, certamente o mais violento e explosivo dos três, responsável por localizar alvos e fazer os serviços mais sujos, que requerem mais sangue frio. Antes dessa, o grupo teve várias outras formações ao longo dos muitos anos de sua existência, membros entraram e saíram por diversas razões, alguns vivos, mas não a maioria.

Nós ainda não sabíamos naquele momento, mas as razões da vinda desses três à Santa Lourdes tinha relação com a gente e alguns conhecidos nossos.

              Nos próximos dias, Praga tocaria na famosa boate GAL, popular há mais de 30 anos por ser um grande símbolo para a cena LGBT+ de Santa Lourdes, mesmo em épocas mais conservadoras da cidade. Eu já conhecia bem aquele lugar, além de frequentá-la desde o fim da adolescência, quando ainda exagerava um pouco na maquiagem e nos sintéticos, o velho alemão dono do lugar, Andre Galler, começou a comprar comigo a erva dele e de seus funcionários para ajudá-los durante a correria e o estresse dos dias mais pesados. Ao anoitecer, fomos para uma festa prévia no local.

Nós três ficamos quase toda a festa na área de fumantes na cobertura do pequeno prédio onde era a boate. Enquanto Praga puxava o saco de um grupo de velhos produtores ricos que eram patrocinadores em potencial, meu irmão e eu fomos para a sacada observar o movimento da rua enquanto conversávamos. Acendemos um dos últimos baseados de White Widow da nossa parcela pessoal do último estoque. Fumamos em silêncio por um momento, e então refletimos sobre nosso problema com a plantação.

      – Cê acha que dá pra pagar uma estufa nova só com o que a gente vai fazer vendendo isso aqui? – perguntei para Ariel.

      – Sinceramente, a gente vacilou muito com essa. – ele respondeu – Além das perdas, esse incêndio com certeza chamou muita atenção. Eu acho que é melhor a gente ficar mais discreto por um tempo, mano.

      – Mais discreto? Como assim, Ariel? A gente tem proteção, e não é como se a gente tivesse anunciando que vende maconha abertamente na internet.

      – Mas é como se você tivesse, nesse momento, falando em voz alta sobre o fato da gente vender maconha, com um monte de estranhos em volta dos dois.

      – Como assim estranhos? Todo mundo aqui conhece a gente, guri.

      – Exa… – ele quase gritou, então se conteve, olhou em volta e voltou a atenção a mim – Exatamente! – ele falou ficando com a voz baixa, mas nervosa – A gente precisa ser um pouco mais discreto, Cam. A nossa amiga na polícia deu um jeito, mas tenho certeza que alguém lá dentro ainda tá curioso pra saber quem tava por trás das plantas. Sente o cheiro dessa parada na sua mão, agora imagina uma plantação inteira disso queimando, todos os policiais e maconheiros que pisaram o pé naquele terreno, ou em qualquer lugar a alguns quilômetros dele, certamente sabem a qualidade disso, e alguns deles possivelmente sabem que nós somos os únicos com acesso a esse tipo de semente na cidade. Se alguém que tava lá sentir até mesmo esse cheiro agora, pode ser o bastante pra incriminar a gente. Desculpa se to parecendo paranoico, mas pra isso acabar com o nosso negócio basta um desses abrir a boca pra pessoa errada!

Ariel tinha toda a razão, apesar de que logo essa preocupação seria uma das nossas menores em algum tempo, eu estava relaxando um pouco e ficando cada vez mais descuidado, confiando que meus contatos me livrariam de qualquer situação, mas como um bom irmão mais velho, certamente eu não poderia dar a razão pra ele naquele momento, então respondi com um sorriso no rosto:

      – Vai tomar no seu cu, guri! A gente já passou por situações de risco muito mais diretas que essa, não vai ser por causa de um descuido assim, que devo reiterar que não vai se repetir, eu prometo, que vamos botar todo o esquema a perder.

Ariel me encarou com expressão incrédula por alguns instantes.

      – Ah, me respeita, Cameron! – ele me respondeu segurando o riso – Você sabe que eu to certo, mas nunca vai admitir... E para com essa porra de me chamar de guri, eu nunca gostei disso.

Ariel então parou, olhando em choque fixamente para a rua, com clara expressão de surpresa em seu rosto e a respiração nervosa. Olhei na mesma direção e vi um carro estacionando na quadra ao lado. Era de um modelo diferente do último, dessa vez um Impala, mas nós sabíamos a quem pertencia no momento em que avistamos, sentimos a atmosfera maligna que os acompanhava, porém continuamos sem desviar o olhar, no fundo do peito torcendo para que estivéssemos errados; Infelizmente nossa suspeita foi confirmada quando vimos os três abrindo as portas e descendo quase que simultaneamente.

Muito diferentes desde o nosso encontro anterior, mas pra nós inconfundíveis. Ric vestia um grosso paletó preto sobre uma camisa de lã branca, luvas de pilotagem de couro preto, e uma calça social preta. Gus, segurando uma sacola de viagem em sua mão esquerda, vestia um sobretudo de algodão cinza escuro sobre uma camisa social preta, cachecol cinza claro, sapatos e luvas de couro marrom e calça social larga preta. Eloi vestia uma jaqueta jeans escura sobre uma camisa social salmão, luvas de couro marrons e calça social cinza escuro. Embora fosse noite já há algumas horas, por algum motivo, que só eles entendiam, os três usavam seus óculos escuros.

Calmamente eles olharam em nossa direção, esperaram que o movimento dos carros parasse por um momento para atravessarem a rua e em seguida entraram na boate. Eu e meu irmão nos olhamos confusos por alguns momentos, tentando pensar em algo pra falar, mas com tantas perguntas passando em nossas cabeças ao mesmo tempo, mal conseguimos externar duas.

      – Mas… Os… Esses três? – Ariel questionou gaguejando.

      – Na nossa cidade? – completei, igualmente chocado.

Eloi e Ric chegaram na cobertura, e rapidamente vieram em nossa direção.

      – Ric! Eloi! Que bom ver vocês. – falei me virando para eles.

      – Não, nem começa, bebê… – sorrindo para mim, Eloi parou bruscamente de caminhar e discretamente mostrou seu revólver por baixo da jaqueta  – A gente vai do jeito fácil, ou prefere que eu bagunce um pouco essa cobertura pra te incentivar?

      – Relaxa querido, não precisa de drama, vocês acabaram de chegar. – comecei a caminhar – Vamo de boa lá pro camarim, tá bom? Eu tô com a chave.

Ric e Eloi sorriram e se viraram em direção a porta de onde vieram, caminhando atrás de nós enquanto eu trocava olhares com Ariel. Chegando no camarim, atrás do palco no primeiro andar, assim que destranquei a porta Ric pegou sua faca dentro do paletó, apontou-a para fora e só disse “Bora! Circulando!”. Rapidamente uma dupla de DJs que estavam ali com alguns fãs cheirando carreiras imensas de cocaína, levantaram-se e saíram rindo sem questionar, ainda limpando seus narizes e deixando os restos sobre a mesa; Ao fechar a porta atrás de todos, Eloi me empurrou na pequena poltrona de couro próxima à entrada, sacou a arma e apontou-a para a parede do outro lado do cômodo, sinalizando para que meu irmão encostasse.

      – Vamo lá Cameron, poupa o nosso tempo, certo? – Ric sorriu para mim e sentou no sofá vermelho a minha frente – O quê você pode me dizer sobre Edson Plata? – Ric perguntou – Perceba que a gente cruzou um longo caminho pra te fazer essa pergunta especificamente, então pensa bem no que você vai responder.

Parei por um momento antes de responder. Olhei para Ariel. Me ajeitei na poltrona e respondi:

      – É o dono da joalheria de Rosa Cristal. – respondi nervoso – Sua loja é bem perto de onde a gente mora.

      – Tô sabendo – Eloi disse, segurando sua arma firmemente, já um pouco alterado – Mas a gente não quer saber quem ele é atualmente, temos interesse mesmo em quem ele já foi, sabe do que to falan...

      – Como vocês sabiam onde a gente tava? – Ariel questionou interrompendo-o.

Os dois olharam para Ariel sérios e em silêncio. Percebendo a impaciência deles, chamei novamente sua atenção pra mim.

      – Segundo a filha dele, Edson trabalhava como traficante de armas pras máfias locais, mas as minhas fontes garantem que ele parou há mais de 20 anos. – acendi o baseado que segurava apagado desde a chegada deles, dei um longo trago, então o ofereci para Eloi – Aceita uma bola? É o nosso produto novo.

Eloi, ainda sério, me encarou por um momento, esticou o braço direito para pegar o baseado, e agradeceu com a cabeça.

      – Você deve saber mais que isso, Cameron, por favor, facilita o nosso lado… – Ric disse.

      – Isso é tudo, eu juro pra vocês. – respondi, torcendo para acreditarem.

Ric riu cinicamente

      – Você tem certeza mesmo que o velho parou? – Eloi falou – Não foi isso que a gente soube antes de cruzar meio mundo atrás dessa informação.

      – Sim! Eu juro que isso é tudo que sei, pode confiar. – confirmei novamente, ainda torcendo pra acreditarem.

      – Cameron, Cameron, se a gente descobre que você tá mentindo pra gente… – Ric balançou a cabeça enquanto coçava sua barba – O Raposa vai ficar sabendo, e eu sou um cara gente boa, você sabe, mas ele nem tanto. Inclusive, não falem pra ele que eu disse isso, a gente mal começou a criar uma relação mais próxima.

      – Eu não tenho motivo algum pra mentir pra vocês, acreditem. Nunca deixei de ajudar quando vocês precisaram, certo? Não vejo motivo de tanta desconfiança agora. – levantei da poltrona e comecei a mexer nas maquiagens sobre uma das penteadeiras – E faz o favor de deixar o Raposa confortável na toca dele, as vidas no caminho entre a puta que pariu e Santa Lourdes certamente agradecem.

      – Você sabe bem o motivo da nossa desconfiança, espertinho, mas tudo bem. A gente se vê em breve. – Ric pegou o baseado da mão de Eloi, puxou duas vezes, e o estendeu em minha direção enquanto prendia a fumaça.

      – Podem ficar com esse…  – respondi – Certeza que vão precisar. 

      – Sério? Porra, eu agradeço – Ric sorriu – A gente entra em contato em algum momento. – ele acenou com a cabeça, e sinalizou para Eloi segui-lo enquanto saia.

Eloi fechou a porta atrás deles.

      – Que porra foi essa? – meu irmão perguntou imediatamente – O que o Edson tem a ver com esses malucos?

      – E como diabos eles sabem que temos qualquer relação com ele? – respondi – Você tá certo, a gente precisa ser mais discreto por um tempo. Foda-se a polícia, mas eu não quero ter nenhuma relação com o que quer que eles estejam envolvidos.

Antes de voltarmos para a festa, eu continuei no camarim com meu irmão, pensando no que tinha acabado de acontecer. Nada do que falei era mentira; O dono da joalheria Ouro de Tolo ainda traficava no porão de sua loja, mas de fato não fornecia pra máfia há mais de 20 anos. Seu negócio, quando rompeu suas relações com os grandes criminosos, passou a ajudar criminosos locais em troca de proteção contra os que pudessem tentar matá-lo por sua decisão.

O motivo de naquele momento eu não ter revelado mais sobre o empreendimento alternativo da joalheria para os Ratos, foi por ter de certa forma o meu próprio envolvimento nele, sendo Edson o responsável pela lavagem de quase todo o dinheiro que passava por nossas mãos já há alguns anos naquela época. Wila Plata, sua filha, também era uma de minhas clientes e amigas mais confiáveis, sempre me ajudou como pôde em algumas situações complicadas. Eu não poderia de forma alguma complicar a família dela.

Após concluirmos nosso trabalho com Praga naquela noite, voltamos pra casa, onde seguimos reflexivos com o que estaria por vir nos próximos dias. Os Três Ratos sempre foram criminosos que vendem a sua imagem, não é costume deles passar por qualquer lugar que seja sem tentar chamar um pouco de atenção de quem possa se interessar por sua capacidade destrutiva de uma força da natureza.

              Imagino que esteja muito claro nesse ponto que nós não somos os “mocinhos” de forma alguma, considerando toda a merda que nossa cidade é por baixo dos panos, e o fato de que boa parte das pessoas com as quais nos envolvemos são criminosos de verdade. Mas apesar de acreditar que o meu negócio tenha diversos fatores positivos a serem considerados, minha intenção ao contar isso nunca foi convencer ninguém de que somos inocentes de algo, muito pelo contrário, vim expor detalhadamente como foi a nossa vida nessa época, sem negar participação alguma que tivemos na desgraça que começou com a chegada desse trio.

[gazeta24br]

  A banda de death/thrash paulista, Dysnomia lançou seu mais novo vídeo clipe oficial para a música “Os Próprios Deuses”, que foi tirada do álbum “A Queda Dos Céu”, quarto na carreira do trio paulista formado por João Jorge Pereira (vocal e guitarra), Denilson Sarvo (baixo) e Érik Robert (bateria). O disco está disponível nos principais apps de streaming musical e também em versão física. Assista o vídeo clipe de “Os Próprios Deuses”: https://youtu.be/yWWVempJbwc “Os Próprios Deuses”: A letra, inspirada na obra de Isaac Asimov, aborda a luta da humanidade contra a nossa própria ignorância e a de nossa própria espécie. “Em tempos de vidas virtuais e procura por validação social de terceiros anônimos, de seguidores e subcelebridades, de redes sociais repletas de vazio e futilidades, o véu que recobre a realidade tal como é percebida por nossos sentidos e razão limitados torna-se mais e mais espesso: valores humanos e identitários perdem-se num oceano de frivolidades e egos distorcidos e doentios, e o sentir e o ser se dissolvem”. A banda já havia lançado outros dois vídeos oficiais em divulgação a esse álbum: “A Queda do Céu” e “Necropolítica”. https://youtu.be/_IwF_OH0TAo https://youtu.be/nJrMOqpikR0 A proposta sonora do Dysnomia consiste em um som agressivo, que passeia pelas mais diversas variantes e subgêneros do metal, concentrando-se no death e thrash, somando a vasta gama de diferentes influências apresentadas por seus integrantes e a bagagem adquirida através da passagem por diversos outros projetos e bandas locais como Witch Hunter, The Trash, Neuro-Visceral Exhumation, Baruyo, Straightdown, Kriptya e Ludhiam. Dysnomia tem passagens por importantes palcos e festivais do Brasil como Araraquara Rock, Live CEMAC, Rock na Estação (São Carlos), Alternatal (Araraquara), Grito Rock e Roadie Crew – Online Festival” – 19ª Edição. Também possui uma turnê internacional sul-americana para o disco “Anagnorisis” que passou por Colômbia, Equador e Peru.   Ouça A Queda do Céu: Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3z41pxq Deezer: https://bit.ly/3P8rKjt Acompanhe todas as novidades do Dysnomia em: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dysnomiabr YouTube: https://youtube.com/channel/UCu9CdjxRVhH2s6EXXS9jnJA Instagram: https://instagram.com/dysnomiabr?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y= https://linktr.ee/dysnomiabr

[rabbittstewcomics]

Episode 371

Comic Reviews:

DC

Batman: The Audio Adventures 1 by Dennis McNicholas, J. Bone, Anthony Marques, Dave Stewart

DC Horror Presents: Sgt. Rock vs. the Army of the Dead 1 by Bruce Campbell, Eduardo Risso, Kristian Rossi

Tim Drake: Robin 1 by Meghan Fitzmartin, Riley Rossmo, Lee Loughridge

Constantine: Distorted Illusions OGN by Kami Garcia, Isaac Goodhart, Ruth Redmond

Deadman Tells the Spooky Tales OGN by Franco Aureliani, Agnes Garbowska, Derek Charm, Isaac Goodhart, Christopher Uminga, Sara Richard

Wayne Family Adventures Season 2

Marvel

A.X.E.: Avengers by Kieron Gillen, Federico Vicentini, Dean White

Amazing Spider-Man 10 by Zeb Wells, Nick Dragotta, Marcio Menyz

Marvel’s Voices: Comunidades 2022 by Fabian Nicieza, Alex Segura, Carlos Hernandez, Zoraida Cordova, Hector Navarro, Edgar Delgado, Diogenes Neves, Marcelo Costa, Roge Antonio, Yasmin Flores Montanez, Luis Morocho, Paco Medina, Walden Wong, Israel Silva, Ceci de la Cruz, Manuel Puppo, Frank Williams

Marvel’s Voices: Miles Morales by Mohale Mashigo, Julian Shaw, Manuel Puppo

Dark Horse

Roadie 1 by Tim Seeley, Fran Galan

Image

Brigade Remastered by Rob Liefeld and Friends

Flawed 1 by Chuck Brown, Prenzy

Old Dog 1 by Declan Shalvey

Onyx 1 by Chris Ryall, Gabriel Rodriguez, Jay Fotos

Skybound Presents: After School 3 by Jill Blotevogel, Marley Zarcone, Lisa Sterle, Fabiana Mascolo

Boom

Briar 1 by Christopher Cantwell, German Garcia, Matheus Lopes

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers 100 by Ryan Parrott, Hendry Prasetya, Eleonora Carlini, Daniele Di Nicuolo, Marco Renna, Francesco Mortarino, Moises Hidalgo, Dan Mora, Miguel Mercado, Matt Herms, Tamra Bonvillain, Walter Baiamonte, Raul Angulo, Sara Antonellini, Sharon Marino

IDW

TMNT: The Armageddon Game 1 by Tom Waltz, Vincenzo Federici, Matt Herms

AfterShock

Hell is a Squared Circle 1 by Chris Condon, Francesco Biagini, Mark Englert

OGN

Hollow by Shannon Watters, Branden Boyer-White, Berenice Nelle

Forest Hills Bootleg Society by Dave Baker, Nicole Goux

Ghoster Heights by Corey Lansdell, Kelly Mellings, Lisa LaRose

Pick Head: Bayoo Beasties by Frederic Brremaud, Giobanni Rigano

Steeple vol 3 by John Allison

Ray’s OGN Corner: Speak Up by Rebecca Burges

Additional Reviews: Andor 4, Lumberjanes HC Vol 1, She-Hulk, Door to Door, Night to Night, Hocus Pocus 2, Last Avenger arc of Captain Marvel

Longbox of Horror 2022 part 1: Trouble

News: new Kelly Thompson series from Image, Armor Wars now a movie, AfterShock upheaval, Community movie, new Blade movie writer, Figment movie in development

Trailers: My Father’s Dragon

Comics Countdown:

Superman: Space Age 2 by Mark Russell, Mike Allred, Laura Allred

Hollow GN by Shannon Watters, Branden Boyer-White, Berenice Nelle

Steeple Vol 3 by John Allison

Human Target 7 by Tom King, Greg Smallwood

Nice House on the Lake 10 by James Tynion IV, Alvaro Martinez Bueno, Jordie Bellaire

TMNT: Armageddon Game 1 by Tom Waltz, Vincenzo Federici, Matt Herms

Department of Truth 21 by James Tynion IV, Martin Simmonds

Eight Billion Genies 5 by Charles Soule, Ryan Browne, Kevin Knipstein

Grim 5 by Stephanie Phillips, Flaviano, Rico Renzi

Ant-Man 3 by Al Ewing, Tom Reilly, Jordie Bellaire

  Check out this episode!

#comics #podcast #podernfamily #rabbittstew

[luizdominguesfan]

Amigos : eu fui convidado pelo grande crítico musical, Antonio Carlos Monteiro a dissertar sobre algumas músicas propostas por ele, oriundas de álbuns de algumas bandas em que atuei no passado e também na atual, Os Kurandeiros. Tal apanhado foi publicado na edição número 251, da Revista Roadie Crew, de dezembro de 2019. Agradeço ao incansável, Tony, por mais essa oportunidade !

#Luiz Domingues #Luiz Domingues na Revista Roadie Crew #Antonio Carlos Monteiro #Kim Kehl & Os Kurandeiros

[natromanxoff]

Queen live at Nuevo Estadio de Vallecas in Madrid, Spain - August 3, 1986

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There was a fight backstage before the show, and virtually everything in the dressing room was destroyed. At some point during the altercation, Freddie insisted that this would be his last tour. In 2011, Brian recalled Freddie saying something like, "Oh I can't fucking do this anymore. My whole body’s wracked with pain!" Brian added, "He normally said things like that at the end of a tour, so I don’t think we took it seriously." But Freddie was for real this time.

In the blu-ray extras of the 2011 "Days Of Our Lives" documentary, Roger Taylor explained that John Deacon was going through a difficult time in his personal life. On this tour, Roger says "He had cocktail bar behind his amplifier, and his roadie would whip up a few cocktails throughout the show." Brian added that all of their their marriages were breaking up. They were completely immersed in Queen at this point, and the touring life particularly made family life a challenge. The frustation came out in various ways, like when John threw his bass at the Knebworth show.

The photos were taken by Dave Matkin, who recalls the show: "John appeared to be in a world of his own, at one point walking to the front of the stage in-between the Rock and Roll medley much to the consternation of Freddie who kept a watchful eye on him as he went on his travels."

Before Who Wants To Live Forever, Freddie sings the intro to Mustapha for the last time. Perhaps he skipped out on the usual "Queen's not gonna break up" speech because of the fight before the show.

Things seem to loosen up by the acoustic set, as Roger has a good time during Hello Mary Lou. He and John then jam a bit before Tutti Frutti, to which Freddie responds, "What beat are you doing, John?" which Brian finds amusing. Freddie then starts singing the song, and John jokingly doesn't play for the first two bars in light of Freddie's comment. After John starts playing again, between lines Freddie asks "What is happening?" However, after the show the band resumed their quarrelling, with many more things being broken backstage.

Here is a review of the show from a Spanish newspaper, submitted by Alessio Rizzitelli.

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Fan Stories

“I saw Queen in Madrid back in 1986. When I was a kid, I remember having heard Mustapha (perhaps it was released as a single here in Spain, it's always been a popular track), and I loved the song. I also remember, after watching Flash Gordon, which I loved, that the music was great! I was only 12 so when I read music by Queen I thought that it made sense because those voices seemed feminine to me. It was only when Greatest Hits I was released that I became consciously interested in Queen, and I started buying all their stuff. What a shock when me and my friends found out that the singer was the mustached guy! Don't know why but we thought that the singer had to be either the short-haired or the blonde one. Funny, Brian always looked like a guitar player. We never saw any videos until Radio Ga Ga and Live Aid on TV. Anyway, in 1986 we had a terrific LP and great singles - and Queen in Spain. Me and my brother Carlos got a couple of tickets for the Madrid show and the concert was just excellent, they could have filled up the Santiago Bernabeu (twice as big as the stadium they played in), they were at the top of their success in Spain. We enjoyed every minute of their performance (but for the guitar solo, always a little long for me), we sang everything, favourite songs: Who Wants To Live Forever and Hammer To Fall. I remember the crowd jumping during Magic, Rock You, the wonderful Champions and Bo Rhap... what a laugh in Break Free when at the start of the 2nd verse Freddie stopped singing expecting to hear I've fallen in love, and the crowd erupted I WANT TO BREAK FREE again?!! I'll always remember Brian´s face (What the fuck?), staring at us (not me, I sure knew the lyrics!). Ga Ga was GIGANTIC! Not a favourite of mine up until that day... My only mistake was when Lap Of The Gods started and I yelled LILY OF THE VALLEY! After that I've always been a fan, and I was known as Freddie at university (nicknames were easier than real names when you got drunk, and they stuck with you forever!). Even after more than 10 years people still tell me that when they hear anything from or about Queen they think of me, not bad, huh? The saddest moment was when Freddie died. My brother Jose said after reading the lyrics to the show must go on when Innuendo was released "He's sick, this is some kind of farewell, he´s dying of AIDS." I replied "you don't know what you´re talking about." Well, yes he did (but he always says the same about everyone!). When Back to the Light was released I had the chance to see Brian in Madrid. Wonderful concert, all of us in our best Queen T-shirts (mine was the Magic Tour T-shirt). We missed Driven by You but we were treated to bits of Las Palabras de Amor, '39, Mustapha and a whole Teo Torriatte, which got so emotional...

A couple of funny things happened during this concert. One was the presence of one of the sisters of King Juan Carlos, who apparently seemed to enjoy the concert (even though she didn't really get up), even Brian's solo! The other one, I had the chance to speak with Jim Beach. I went to the concert with my friend Ricky, cheers man, if you're reading, and we started talking with some other Queen fans, basically showing off, trying to impress them with the sheer size of our Queen knowledge, we knew absolutely everything they asked, even why Freddie used a footless stand, but we were unable to convince them that Hot Space stinks (I mean I love it but just because it's Queen, otherwise, tracks such as Staying Power, Action this Day...) In the middle of this highly intellectual debate I see a little silhouetto of a man and as I seem to remember him from the Magic Years Videos I shout out loud "HULLO JIM!" The guy answers back "Hello", and quick as Han Solo I hit: "Think I know you, you´ve got something to do with Queen, right?" and then I realized "You're Jim Beach, aren't you?" Well, yes he was and very kindly he answered my questions (How's the tour going? OK. What's Roger doing? Basically nothing. Any chance to get anything new from Queen? Possibly). He explained he had to leave and I thanked him very much. When he left, everybody around me was nervous: Who's this guy? (remember the command of the english language here in Spain is not so fluent as it should be), What did he say? and, last but not least, how the fuck was I so dumb as not to ask him to take us backstage to meet Brian?” - Paco Andrés

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #queen concerts

[kickerofelves]

Deaner had been keeping the story of using Carlos Santana’s guitar and gear to himself for over a decade, yet finally felt it was time to share the incredible tale. Check out what the guitarist wrote:

I think enough time has passed where I can finally tell my favorite Ween story of all-time. The businesses and the people involved have long since closed their doors and moved on for good and hopefully the people involved (and Carlos himself, if it comes to that) will have a good sense of humor about this story.

In 2003 Ween released our album Quebec on Sanctuary Records. We worked on the album for two years in our beach house in Holgate, NJ, a rented house in the Pocono Mountains of PA, the garage behind Aaron’s house in Pt. Pleasant, PA, my upstairs guest room, and finally Andrew Weiss’s living room in NJ. We also worked at Water Music in Hoboken, NJ and Graphic Sound Studios in Ringoes, NJ. It was not a great period in our personal lives, Aaron was going through a divorce and I was partying way too hard myself — it was some dark shit. The record is one of my favorites, but it is a depressing album lyrically. It was not an easy record to make either, as evidenced by the amount of places we worked, trying to find the right environment. There are demos available online that I posted where you can hear the process at work, we racked up our normal batch of like 6 dozen songs or more before whittling it down to what was finally released, 15 tunes.

I am a huge fan of Carlos Santana. He is one of my favorite guitarists of all-time. He is playing better these days than ever before in my opinion. His music is more radio friendly, for sure, but as a guitarist he has aged like a fine wine. Only Neil Young, Prince, and a small handful of others can make that claim as they become members of the AARP.

We were working in Andrew’s living room on the song “Transdermal Celebration,” our drummer Claude Coleman had just gotten into a horrific car crash and left us without a drummer for the recording and ensuing tour. Eventually it worked itself out where the record took so long to complete that Claude made enough of a recovery to do the world tour with us supporting Quebec. In the meantime though, even though Claude had played on some of the demos, drumming on the album was left up to me, Josh Freese, and Sim Cain.

“Transdermal Celebration” had been recorded three times by this point, with a drum machine, with Claude playing drums, and the final take on the album which features Josh Freese. It was the eventual single from the album. So, we’re in the middle of this session and I get a phone call from my roadie (nameless) who also worked for a backline company (nameless) that supplied amps, drums, lights, etc. to bands touring in the Northeast. My roadie told me that Carlos Santana’s equipment (including his guitars) had arrived via a trucking company that night at their depot. Carlos was recording an appearance on “Good Morning America” the next morning and his equipment was to be delivered to the set in NYC in a few hours.

What needed to be done was immediately clear to me, I had an opportunity to play the solo on “Transdermal Celebration” through Carlos Santana’s amplifier and guitar. I had one shot at it, it meant taking a hard disk recorder to a storage space where all of Carlos’ stuff was sitting in transit. I arrived at 2 a.m. We (very carefully) unpacked his equipment and set up his stage gear and in one take I recorded the guitar solo for “Transdermal Celebration” (the one that appears on the album, playing through Carlos Santana’s guitar, pedalboard and amplifier. The whole thing took 10 minutes and we were terrified we were going to get caught. A lot of people would have lost their jobs. We got the fuck outta there really fast after that. So the solo on “Transdermal Celebration” was played through all of Santana’s shit in what resembled an early morning bank heist or something…

Of course a story like this requires visual proof, so here it is. Don’t tell anyone about these please.

-Dean Ween 6/14 [link]

#ween #santana #transdermal celebration #quebec #Dean Ween

[missmitchieg]

Julie And The Phantoms: A (Unhelpful) Guide For The Newbies

Julie Molina:

- Played by: Superstar Madison Reyes, funniest human alive

- Nicknames: Underachiever, Jules, Star

- The Star

- Co-lead singer and pianist/keyboardist of Julie And The Phantoms

- Would stan Sunset Curve

- Fashion icon

- Wants to learn the fiddle

- Bisexual icon

- Stans Selena Quintanilla

- Lowkey stans her 'bully''s musical group

- Her type is white guitar boys and all girls

- An angel

- Needs a hug

- Human Wrecking Ball™

- Crescent moons

- TALENT

- A little bit in love with her bestie tbh

- Queen of setting and enforcing boundaries

- Great judge of character

- Accidentally fell in love with a handsome ghost, whoops!

- Always nice to literally everyone, even when she's beefing with them

- Loves purple, butterflies, flowers and glitter

- Daydreamer

- Saturn

- Songwriter & Poet

- Can. Not. Lie.

- 👐 Jazz Hands 👐

- Good at apologizing

- TALENT

- Doodles

- Space

- GIRL CAN DANCE

- Awkward but in a cute way

- Literally Magical

- Pretty sure she's a Siren/Witch Hybrid, I have Evidence

- TALENT

- Good lungs

- Loud voice

- CAN R U N

Rose Molina:

- Played by: Danube Hermosillo

- Julie's mom

- SIREN QUEEN

- Sunshine

- Fashion icon

- Loves music

- Loves dahlias

- Songwriter

- Stans Sunset Curve

- Has been in a couple bands, one of which was called Rose And The Petal Pushers

- Plays piano, probably also guitar

- Super nice

Ray Molina:

- Played by: Carlos Ponce

- Julie's dad

- One cool dude

- The Best Dad Ever

- A King and a Witch (trust me)

- Probably also bi tbh

- Photographer

- Supportive and loving

- Knows the words to Julie's songs

- Good at apologizing

- Films Julie And The Phantoms performances for their youtube channel

Carlos Molina:

- Played by: Sonny Bustamante

- Julie's little brother

- BEST LITTLE BROTHER

- Went into Protect Mode when Julie was scared of the ghost in the garage

- Helped a ghost chef cross over

- The Ghost Toaster

- Youtuber

- Plays baseball

- Likes rap music

- Stans Julie And The Phantoms

- Also films their performances

Flynn Taylor:

- Played by: Jadah Marie

- Nickname: Disappointment

- Julie's bestie, marketing team, manager and roadie

- Will not tolerate lying and secret keeping

- Crazy glue of best friends

- Also stans her 'bully''s musical group

- Is in love with her 'bully' and is Big Mad about it

- DEFINITELY a lesbian

- The coolest person ever

- Cat person

- Eat The Rich

- She/they

- Literally The Most Supportive Friend

- Also a fashion icon

- Made a promise with Julie they would form a band called Double Trouble when they were 6, made t shirts for said band, wasn't mad when Julie formed her own ghost band

- Came up with the name Julie And The Phantoms

- Rap Queen

- Gives me Destiny's Child stan vibes

- Knows who Julie likes before Julie knows

- A Very Literal Person

- Sass™

- Also films performances

Victoria:

- Played by: Alison Araya

- Julie's maternal aunt

- Also a fashion icon tbh

- Probably has a succulent named Pablo

- Terrified of demons

- Has seen enough horror movies to know that when shit's going down in a house, you leave the damn house

- Knows how to relieve you of demons

- Drops in with food so they don't eat leftovers every night

- Occasionally babysits Julie and Carlos

- Is on Julie's school mailing list

Luke Patterson:

- Played by: Charlie Gillespie

- Handsome Ghost Boy #1

- Julie's best friend, boyfriend and Soulmate

- Flirted with Julie's mom once, oops!

- Former lead singer of Sunset Curve

- Current co-lead singer and guitarist of Julie And The Phantoms

- HOO BOY DOES HE NEED A HUG

- His type is dark curly haired latinas and all boys

- Really, really, really likes roses

- No one knows how to describe his eye color

- BAD handwriting

- 👐 Jazz Hands 👐

- The Most Supportive Boyfriend

- If Julie doesn't like a thing, he doesn't like it, either

- Tied with Flynn for #1 Julie Molina Stan

- Would do anything for Julie Molina

- ANYTHING. FOR. JULIE.

- Ships Willex & Boggie

- Music is in. his. soul.

- Literally died for music

- D E T E R M I N A T I O N

- Kinda bad at apologizing at first but he gets better

- Does not give a damn about school

- Just really loves his parents

- Guitar Boy

- Preeeetty sure pretty boy is pan/ace

- Has chemistry with everyone he sings with

- Probably has ADHD

- Loves food

- Appreciates a good show

- Sleeves? Don't know him

- Cries a lot

Alex Mercer-Molina:

- Played by: Owen Joyner

- Handsome Ghost Boy #2

- Gay Little Drummer Boy

- Allergic to girls

- Formerly Sunset Curve drummer

- Currently Julie And The Phantoms drummer

- Julie's other bestie/older brother tbh

- Pink

- Garbage parents

- Needs a hug so bad

- Also literally died for music

- Ships Jukebox sooooo hard

- Fashion icon

- A N X I E T Y

- Thinks he's the smart one

- Whitney Houston and David Bowie stan

- Boy can SING

- Dancer

- Does not subscribe to Luke's 'if Julie doesn't like it, I don't like it' thing

- Sass™

Reggie Peters-Molina:

- Played by: Jeremy Shada

- Handsome Ghost Boy #3

- Julie's other other bestie/older brother

- Bisexual

- Also flirted with Julie's mom

- Formerly Sunset Curve bassist

- Currently Julie And The Phantoms bassist

- Parents hate each other, no one knows where they are now

- Doesn't handle yelling well

- In desperate need of a hug

- Protect Him

- Golden Retriever Puppy

- Red, black and white

- LOVE HIS VOICE

- Country Boy

- Shreds on a banjo

- Also literally died for music

- BEST BOY

- Jukebox & Willex Stan #2

- The Actual Smart One

- Is also The Cute One

- FUNNY

- His religion is leather jackets and flannels

- SWEETEST ANGEL BOY

- Loves Julie's dad

- Hypes up his friends a lot

- Just wants his friends to be happy

- BABIE

- Star Wars stan

- Hates Jar Jar Binks

- Gives me Disney fan vibes

- Had a massive crush on Trevor Wilson, known as Bobby at the time

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #rose molina #ray molina #carlos molina #flynn #tia victoria #luke patterson #alex mercer #reggie peters #Unhelpful Guide To JATP

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Juke Bodyguard AU Pt.3

Here it is! The third and final part of the Juke Bodyguard AU inspired by your requests from the trope game. I reserve the right to do a standalone in this universe at some point but this wraps things up nicely for now. Enjoy! 

Part 1

Part 2

Bodyguard AU + Love Confessor (Character A confessing their love for Character B to Character C)  

Julie was used to change.

Bad change like when her mom got sick and she had to learn who she was when she couldn’t see it reflected back at her through her mother’s eyes. Bad change like when music felt like a stranger and everything she had ever wanted seemed suddenly pointless.

Good change like when she found her way back to it with a vengeance, Alex and her dad and Reggie and Carlos and Flynn refusing to give up until she started chasing her dream again. Good change like when against all odds those dreams actually started coming true, the record deal, and the hit albums and now her first national tour, a new city every night.

What she wasn’t used to was waiting for a change that didn’t seem to be coming.

She had been so sure after what she now internally referred to as “the flu incident” that things between her and Luke would change. That their vaguely flirty dynamic would transition naturally into more flu incident level expressions of affection and then a love confession, marriage and 2-3 obnoxiously good looking babies. Not right away on those last two or anything but still.

And yet here they were, three months and 24 shows later, and they were right back in vaguely flirty territory. Only she was finding it harder and harder to flirt back now that the realization that flirting was all it might ever be started to sink in.

And maybe that was the way it was supposed to be.

After all, he was her bodyguard. She was technically his boss.

She was a strong, independent woman with a thriving music career. She didn’t need some floppy haired boy to complete her life.

Didn’t stop her from wanting him though.

She didn’t bother to go to Alex for advice since he was firmly on what he had taken to calling “Team Juke”. Reggie wasn’t much better, asking her if Luke was there every time she called and never believing her when she told him she was alone. So she did what she always did when she needed someone to tell her the harsh truth.

She called Flynn.

“Look, girl, I haven’t met him but I’ve seen him on tv hovering behind you so I get it. He’s so your type. But he’s not real. He’s a fantasy you can get invested in because you know nothing will ever come of it.”

“It could,” She grumbled into the phone.

“Are you planning on confessing that you’re madly in love with him any time soon?” Flynn countered pointedly.

“I can’t,” Julie answered quickly. “Not when it’s so obvious he doesn’t feel the same.”

“Then he’ll always be a fantasy. He’s like air.”

Julie sighed.

“Cute air.”

“You wouldn’t have called me if you weren’t tired of feeling like this,” Flynn insisted. “I’m not going to let you get your heartbroken. And right now you’re on tour with Luke. So the key is avoiding those big, beautiful, dangerous eyes.”

And as much as the idea of avoiding Luke, eyes and all, seemed ridiculous when he was literally paid to follow her around, she knew she had to give it a try.

Because Flynn was right.

If she couldn’t have him then she couldn’t let him consume her life.

She was sure she would get a great song out of the situation one day but for now she just needed to pull back a little until she could see him as just a coworker she was friendly with. She could do that. Right? Of course she could. She was Julie Molina.

Only it was easier said than done.

Because Luke did not seem to take the hint.

She came stumbling off the stage after a particularly epic encore, vision blurry from the blinding lights, every muscle weak from hours of exertion, yet feeling incredible. At least she was feeling incredible until she tripped over her own unstable feet and Luke was right there, like he always was, to catch her. His hands latched onto her forearms gently, steadying her even as he grinned directly and dangerously into her eyes.

“You ok there, Boss?”

Julie managed a nod, the pounding of her heart combined with the still echoing roar of the crowd leaving his voice sounding far away and yet annoyingly clear.

“They were loving you out there,” He told her in that specific, Luke way. “You were amazing, Jules. Insane, spectacular, rad!”

This guy and his insistence on using slang from two decades ago. She definitely didn’t find that endearing.

She had to stick to the plan.

Julie ducked her head and pushed back from his grip gently at the same time.

“Thanks.”

She glanced up just long enough to see a confused and slightly hurt look on his face before she pushed past him and headed towards the green room, Alex falling into step next to her.

“Are we going to talk about why you just kicked that helpless puppy over there?” Alex asked.

Julie punched him in the arm.

“Keep your voice down, he’s right behind us! And that helpless puppy is literally the very capable bodyguard tasked with keeping me alive, so.”

“So you admit you kicked him,” Alex responded in a completely unhelpful manner.

“Ugh, shut up,” Julie groaned, glancing back and catching Luke’s eager eyes for a split second before quickly facing forward again. “I have a plan.”

“Flynn has a plan,” Alex corrected. “A stupid plan that she never would have suggested if she had seen for herself how crazy he is about you.”

“Has he said that?” She turned her head towards her best friend sharply.

Alex tilted his head.

“Not in so many words but Julie…”

“Then we stick to the plan.” She interrupted determinedly.

Alex sighed.

“Idiots, I’m surrounded by idiots.”

A couple of weeks later, Julie was starting to think he was right.

She had been doing her best to keep her relationship with Luke strictly business and it was somehow more exhausting than the two shows a week and all the time spent trying to sleep in a tour bus cot. She pretended to be busy when he offered to work on a song. She said she was tired when he tried to get her to join him for a beer with the roadies. She pretended she didn’t see him trying to catch her eye during the thousand little moments during the day when she had grown used to making eye contact with him to laugh at something Alex had said or roll their eyes when her manager tried to talk her into something completely dumb.

It was exhausting.

And the thing was it wasn’t even working.

Because every sad, kicked puppy look (as Alex called it) he gave her only left her more distracted and in more emotional turmoil. Part of her was a little mad at him. How dare he look so hurt that she wasn’t playing their usual game when he clearly didn’t want anything more? She wasn’t just a convenient outlet for his excessive flirting energy. But mostly she was just mad at herself for thinking that this ludicrous plan could ever work.

She had thought he was trouble since the moment she met him.

And she was definitely in trouble now.

It was the night of the last show of the tour and they were back in LA to finish things off. Flynn was too sick to come (ironically she thought she had the flu) but Julie’s family were out there in the VIP section. Even Reggie had come down from San Francisco to catch the show.

Julie was feeling oddly nervous for some reason. She had grown up dreaming of playing the Orpheum. It was the smallest venue she was playing on the whole tour, her manager had tried to talk her out of it, but she had insisted it was the Orpheum or nothing. Reggie and Alex had taken her to so many shows there when she was a teenager, it’s where she had discovered rock. Somehow even after everything she knew it wouldn’t fully feel like she’d achieved her dreams until she played there. It was time. Only she had finally made it there and she felt like she was going to throw up.

She wanted desperately to seek Luke out so he could tell some dumb joke to distract her or give her one of his borderline too intense pep talks. But she wasn’t doing that anymore. In fact she had insisted he go take his break now before the show, promising not to leave her green room just to keep herself from giving in to the urge.

“You doing alright there, Jules? You look kind of green.”

Julie spun on her heels and barreled directly into her big brother’s arms.

“Oof!” He huffed as she knocked the air from his lungs, his arms still coming up to wrap around her despite his shock. “You ok?”

“I’m fine,” She told him, her voice muffled as she buried her face against his chest. “It’s just that it’s the Orpheum and you know what that means to me, and the whole family is here to see me play and I’m so nervous and I’m missing Mom and I’m totally in love with my dumb bodyguard.”

Reggie pushed her back by the shoulders until he could see her blotchy face.

He reached up to ruffle her hair affectionately.

“First of all, Flynn and I totally called it,” He said with a smirk. “And Alex swears the two of you have taken ten years off of his life with your stupidity.”

“Alex talks too much,” Julie grumbled. “And Flynn is the one who told me to stay away from his annoyingly pretty eyes to begin with.”

“That’s only because she wants you to be happy. So do I by the way. And this?” He waved his hand to indicate her current state. “I hate to break it to you, Jules, but this isn’t happy.”

Julie sighed as her shoulders sagged and all of the fight went out of her at once.

“I know,” She said defeatedly. “But what am I supposed to do? I can’t force my feelings on the guy especially when I’m his boss. That’s creepy on top of being pathetic.”

“Funny,” Alex broke in from the doorway. “That’s exactly what he just said to me.”

Julie just gaped at him for a few long seconds while Reggie and Alex exchanged amused yet exasperated looks.

“Wait...what did he say exactly?” Julie finally managed to get out.

Alex rolled his eyes.

“Oh you know, ‘What did I do? Why is Julie mad at me? I’m so in love with her do you think she figured it out? Did I come off as a creep? Do you think she’ll have my babies?’”

Julie felt her mouth drop open.

“Dude!” Reggie protested.

“Ok, so the last part was more implied than said directly,” Alex admitted.

“But he said he loves me?” Julie asked hurriedly.

“Yeah,” Alex confirmed. “I’ve been telling you he does for months by the way, but nobody listens to me.”

Julie ignored her best friend’s statement and sprinted for the door.

“Where are you going?” Reggie called after her.

“You go on in ten!” Alex added frantically.

“I’ll make it!” She shouted back without slowing down.

She ran down the hallway, dodging makeup artists and promoters and so many people she’d wanted to impress just a few minutes before. There was only one person she wanted to see at that moment.

Julie kept going until she found the exit that led to the alley outside and burst through it. Luke felt caged in if he was inside for too long, something about living in a garage for a year as a teen. He stuck by her side and did his job perfectly but any chance he got she knew he could be found breathing in the fresh air and feeling like his lungs could fully expand. Sure enough, there he was, leaning against the probably filthy wall humming some song that she knew would be amazing if he ever really gave it life.

He stood straight and took two steps towards her as soon as she emerged from the door, a look of concern immediately taking over his features.

“Julie? What are you doing out here? You’re about to go on…”

She closed the distance between them and stopped just a half step closer than she normally would, her sudden proximity shutting him up for a moment.

She just looked up at him for a few seconds, just to enjoy it after weeks of denying herself. He broke the eye contact first, chuckling awkwardly as he looked down briefly.

“What?”

“Can you do me a favor?” She asked seriously.

He answered instantly.

“Anything, Julie, you know that.”

“Tell me what you just told Alex.”

His face drained of color, almost ghost like in appearance.

“He promised he wouldn’t say anything,” He mumbled.

Julie shrugged.

“He probably wouldn’t have if he hadn’t walked in on me telling my brother pretty much the same thing.”

Luke’s eyes widened comically as he took in her words.

“You told your brother that I did something to make you hate me and that I don't know what it is and it’s eating me up inside?” He asked in confusion.

“I told him I love you,” She said bluntly, all the bravery she had inherited from her mom giving her the nerve. “And that I’ve been trying to distance myself from you because I didn’t think you felt the same.”

“That’s...that’s...Jules, that’s crazy!” He exclaimed, bouncing a little to emphasize his words. “I’m head over heels, crazy in love with you. Always have been.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She asked softly, managing to step even closer to him.

His eyes softened as he reached down to tuck one of her curls behind her ear.

“Because you’re my boss, and you’re totally out of my league. You’re this super talented, total force of nature. I mean you’re Julie Molina and I’m…”

“A big fan?” Julie interrupted, raising one eyebrow teasingly.

Luke froze.

“How did you…”

“I’ve been in your apartment, remember? When you had the flu I snooped a little. Sorry. The fact that you have my first album on vinyl is one thing but to have a cd of my first EP is really impressive. I didn’t know hard copies of that still existed…”

Like groaned.

“Ok, ok. You got me. I didn’t want you to think I was a pathetic fanboy, alright?”

Julie grinned.

“Isn’t that what you are?”

Luke smiled softly down at her, brushing the back of two fingers over her cheek.”

“Only for you, Boss.”

Julie instinctively stretched onto her toes, raising her face towards his, her eyes starting to flutter shut…

BANG

They sprang apart and spun to face Alex who had just emerged breathing heavily into the doorway behind them.

“You know no one is more Team Juke than I am but Julie you are going on in 2 minutes!”

“Oh crap,” Julie said. “I’m coming.”

Alex shot her a skeptical look.

Julie glared at him until he sighed and disappeared back inside.

“Team Juke?” Luke asked.

Julie giggled, already backing towards the door.

“Don’t ask. I’ve got to go but later we should talk about your future with the company.”

Luke’s eyebrows shot up.

“You’re firing me?”

Julie grinned.

“Well, I think we both might find your current duties a little too distracting. I think I need a stoic, middle aged man built like a linebacker. But we’ve been looking to hire a new songwriter to help me with the next album if you know anyone who might be interested.”

Luke grinned back.

“I might.”

He bit his lip and stared after her with those big, beautiful, dangerous eyes.

He was such trouble.

Julie ran back to him wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning up to a plant a quick kiss on his lips, pulling back before he could fully register what she was doing.

“Hold that thought,” She whispered with a smile before turning and running back through the door and towards the second dream come true of the night.

She was Julie Molina. She was about to play the Orpheum. She was in love with her bodyguard.

She was in trouble and she couldn’t be happier about it.

#trope prompt game #my fics #juke #jatp #fanfiction #writing