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fic-for-fic-sake · 4 years

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Stupid Cupid

Pairing: Steve x reader

Description: Just a short little drabble for Valentine’s day, yes the title is inspired by that song from The Princess Diaries.

Cupid, or Eros as you knew him, was really a jerk. You’re a demigod, daughter of Apollo, and you had insisted that you were better at archery than the god of love. It was in your blood after all, er- Ichor. Anyway, you boasted your skills and challenged Eros to a friendly competition, but being the spoil sport he is, and gods being gods, he decided not to show up, which was fine by you.

You were hanging around the Avengers compound about a week after the competition having purged all thoughts of it from your mind. You were reading a book in your room when you felt the telltale sting of an arrow in your forearm.

“What the hell?” You questioned, looking up from your book only to find a red shimmering arrow protruding from your left arm with a note attached to it. ‘We’ll see who’s the better shot now...have fun.’ Eros. Damnit, you knew it was a love arrow. Unsure of whether or not there would be any wild boars around for you to fall madly in love with you grabbed a scarf from your dresser and tied it over your eyes. You knew most of your fellow Avengers were out of the facility today but you weren’t taking any risks.

You were okay for the first hour, you listened to your favorite podcast, Lore, and found yourself forgetting you had the blindfold on altogether. The trouble only started when you could feel yourself getting hungry. You internally cursed yourself as you exited your room and felt your way towards the kitchen. You couldn’t hear any noise so you figured you were in the clear.

Hesitantly, you lifted up your blindfold to make yourself a sandwich, not risking slicing your hand open on an avocado. It would be fine, in and out in ten minutes tops. If someone came in you could just slip on the scarf and no harm would be done.

Rummaging around in the fridge and humming to yourself you missed the soft footsteps of Steve Rogers as he came into the kitchen from the gym. Instead of making his presence known he just enjoyed watching you by yourself, he thought it was funny how you acted when no one else was around.

Meanwhile you continued humming as you piled your arms high with ingredients, so much so that you couldn’t see over the plastic tubs of food. Closing the fridge with your foot you placed everything down on the counter and cursed yourself as your precariously placed stack fell. Before you could even think about picking it up your eyes landed on the super soldier in front of you. Shit. Your heart started hammering so hard in your chest you thought it would pop right out and your mouth went dry. You could feel heat rising up to your cheeks and a thousand butterflies flap in your stomach.

“H-hi Steve.” Your words caught in your mouth, positively tongue tied over him. Had he always been this gorgeous? Beautiful sandy blond hair that sparkled thanks to the natural lighting of the floor to ceiling windows. Sparkling blue eyes that looked just like the Mediterranean during the peak of a summer afternoon. Beautifully sculpted arms that you longed to throw yourself into, he was heaven.

“Hi yourself.” He teased back, amused by your change in demeanor. “Whatcha makin?”

“Um, just, just some lunch.” You breathed back, toying with a stray strand of hair, pulling it around and around your finger as you fluttered your eyelashes at him. God, he was really something else wasn’t he? “Do you want some?” You questioned eagerly, desperate to keep him with you.

“Yeah sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having.” He smiled, wondering what had gotten into you. You were never this flirty with him, not that he minded. It was funny to see such a different side of you, you were usually more witty with him, spewing biting retorts like it was your job.

“Okay.” You giggled as you started preparing his lunch too. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip in 30% concentration but 70% because you thought it looked hot and would impress Steve. When you were done you walked around the island to his side of the counter and put his plate in front of him. As you passed behind him to take the seat next to him you trailed your index finger along his shoulder blades in what you hoped was a suggestive gesture. “Hope you enjoy.”

Steve almost choked on his lunch he couldn’t believe how forward you were being. He could feel his face turn as red as his shield. He reached out and placed his palm on your forehead, checking your temperature. “Are you feeling okay?”

You leaned into his palm, loving the feel of his skin on yours. “Mhm, just fine Stevie.” You assured him with big puppy dog eyes. He tried to pull his hand away from you but you protested and grabbed for his hand, lacing his fingers with your own. Much better. Suddenly you didn’t care about your lunch, you just cared about Steve, only Steve. You paid no mind to your growling stomach or full plate, you just moved your chair closer to his and rested your head on his broad shoulder as you kept your hand entwined with his.

“You’re not gonna eat anything? I thought you were hungry.” Steve commented, looking down at you resting on his shoulder, feeling equal parts of adoration and confusion.

“Nope.” You said, popping the ‘p’, “I just wanna be with you, as long as you’ll let me.” You said dreamily. You took your other hand and dragged it up and down Steve’s arm, appreciating the muscle definition. “Has anyone ever told you that you have the best arms?” You questioned, using the opportunity to wrap his arm around your shoulder and nuzzle your head into his side.

“N-no.” He replied, choking slightly on his food. Seriously, what was happening with you? Sure he had flirted with you but he never thought that you got the hint, maybe he had been wrong.

You spent the rest of the day with Steve acting like a deranged schoolgirl in love. You hardly ate or drank anything unless Steve absolutely insisted.

“Doll, you haven’t eaten all day, I’m worried.” He would say, nervousness lacing his words.

“Hm, doll,” you began, rolling your mouth over the ‘o’ and sticking your tongue out to accentuate the ‘l’, “I like it when you call me that. Makes me feel special.” You said, looking at Steve as if he hung the moon and stars, which, he totally did.

Later that night when he tried to leave you to go sleep in his own room you practically threw a tantrum.

“Where are you going?” You whined, pulling his arm so that he would stay in your room, with you.

“Doll, I’m going to sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Don’t leave me Stevie, please?” You questioned, wrapping your arms around his thick neck muscles and lacing your hands behind his head, trying to make yourself as irresistible as possible.

“Are you sure? You wouldn’t feel more comfortable here by yourself?” Steve asked, a slight blush working its way onto his facial features. He didn’t want to push you to do anything you didn’t want to.

“I won’t make a move, scouts honor.” You promised, holding your hand in a mock boy scout gesture, “I just wanna be with you, just hold me.” The way you said it, the sheer innocence in your voice made him weak in the knees. He had wanted to do just that for so long so how could he say no? He followed you into bed and let you adjust so that you were using his chest as a pillow. “G’night Stevie.” You yawned into his shirt.

“Goodnight sweetheart.” Steve replied, placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head and watching as your eyelids fluttered shut and you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning you woke up from a wonderful sleep, the best sleep you had in awhile. You tried to turn on your other side but there was something slung across your stomach holding you down. The more you woke up the more you felt the presence. It was behind you as well, radiating a comforting warmth. You almost fell back asleep until you felt a gentle breath fan across your head, what the hell? Waking up fully now you realized that there was another person in bed with you. Fuck.

Yesterday came back to you in a sobering tidal wave of memories. The arrow, seeing Steve, spending all day with Steve, acting like a complete idiot around Steve, asking Steve to spend the night. Shit. Tentatively you tried to move yourself out of the soldiers grasp but he shifted under your touch, pulling you back against his warmth.

“Don’t go, not yet.” He said, voice rough in the early morning hours. Oh. Even though the love spell had worn off that was still incredibly attractive.

“Bathroom.” You whispered out to him, hoping he would let you go for that. Luckily, you were right. You quickly darted out from under Steve’s arm and went to the bathroom, gingerly shutting the door behind you.

You splashed water on your face and were about to go back outside and deal with the man in your bed when something caught your eye. A piece of golden paper pinned to the wall with an arrow through it.

Hope you enjoyed my arrow, next time you challenge me it’ll be longer than 24 hours. P.S. The arrow doesn’t make something out of nothing, it amplifies feelings that are already there. Have fun with the soldier cuz.

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interbad · 5 years

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Greek Gods

Summary: You got to places, but you don’t really remember how.

Warnings: Smut (of course) Angst

Also major character death

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 1,610

A/N: yes I had a cut of tea with Lucifer while writing this

You don't know how you ended up in a hot and humid motel room in the middle of Istanbul.

It felt like yesterday when you were on a mission, one that you enjoyed because you didn't have to do much. And the weekend before that you celebrated Bruce’s birthday and you were having the time of your life.

And now, you didn't know anything anymore.

Right now you on the balcony partly drunk. A bottle of vodka in one hand over half of it is gone. You inhaled and exhaled, a puff of smoke appearing the breeze hitting your skin, your other hand clamped down on hard metal railing your knuckles near breaking your skin. Tired was the best way you could describe yourself right now. There was still blood all over you, on your hands, cheeks, and forehead. There were a few cuts on your cheeks and forehead, you didn't feel them.

You were waiting for Steve to get out of the shower, you could get in with him but you didn't feel like it.

You heard the bathroom door open, you didn't bother to look back. The damp sound of his feet on the wooden floor echoed throughout the room. You felt his calloused hands wrap around your waist.

“You need to go wash up.” His voice sounded distant, like it was being carried by the wind. You didn't move- you didn't want to. Your mind started to flashback to that day.

A day you didn't want to remember but you do. Everyday.

“Y/n look at me-” He turned you around, your head hung low. He lifted your chin with his thumb and he looked into your eyes. You don't know why but you snapped.

“Hey, Clinntt-” you slurred “Missed you buddy- where did you go- have you seen Tony?”

“Y/N!” Steve whisper-yelled at you. His hands on your shoulder shaking you. You bopped him on his nose.

“Come on we gotta get you clean.” He dragged you into the bathroom, vodka still in hand as you downed some more. The bathroom was an ugly shade you yellow almost like mold with paper thin-looking walls, yellowed tiled floor and the yellow light above.

You let out a laugh, Steve looked so big compared to the small room.

“Hey, Stevie- you gonna wash me up- I just saw Clint- we were looking for Tony- seen em?”

He just sighed as he started to strip you of the blood-soaked uniform. He turned on the water to a warm but light spray. He only had some boxers on so he stripped and stepped in with you. Steve grabs the soap a washcloth and starts to wash you. You let out a small moan that turned into a whimper as he cleaned where your wounds were.

“Sorry doll” he cooed.

“It's fine” you whispered and pecked his nose “Where did everyone go, I can't find Tony and I only saw Clint- It's like their gone-”

A minute or so passed before you heard a soft sniffle and sob, you looked up and saw Steve crying, only you could tell his tears from the shower water. It was like his facade was broken he looked so strong and broken and he looked beautiful. It hurt Steve to see you like this broken and losing your mind he watched you hold the lifeless bodies of the people you loved most. He tried to hold it in to stay strong for you. It was the only thing he could do for you right now.

He cleaned the blood off your face and kissed your forehead. He rinsed the soap off and then stepped out to wrap you up, and carry you to your bed. Gathering your clothes he helped you put them on and laid down with you and spooned you from behind. You heard another sniffle.

You faced him and saw him crying.

“Stevie,” you whisper. He looked at you with tears in his eyes, he hid his face in your chest and you let him as you bury your face in his neck. You start to drift off to sleep.

You have the same nightmare you been having for the past few weeks.

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Two and a half months ago

You and Steve stepped off the Quinjet as the fresh New York air hit you in the face.

“Good to be home” you sighed.

“You know it” Steve smiled at you. “15 till debrief, you know where to be.”

“Gotcha Captain.” You smirked

When you walked in the facility, you noticed it was awfully quiet almost eerie. You think much of it you just thought everyone went out or something. Heading to your room you changed clothes and headed to the conference room but decided to head to the common room instead for a snack.

That's when you let out the most blood-curdling scream.

Clint, Sam, and Bucky were slumped over on the couch with blood on them. You rushed over to them as Steve came running in. You checked their pulses.

Nothing.

“no” you whispered “no no no no no No NO” You kept repeating it like it would bring them back. You slumped on the floor with Clint’s body and held him tight as if you let go hell slip away from you. Sitting in his blood you started to scream which turned in to a sob as Steve held Bucky and Sam.

Tony-

You got up and ran as fast as you could to the lab running into walls along the way.

“ no no no no no no” You shoved the door open- and that's where you saw him and Bruce lying in their blood Tony with his favorite wrench in hand still and Bruce with his cracked glasses. You fell in the puddle not caring and held Tony letting out the most heart reaching sobs. Steve rushed in and saw them he stood there motionless with tears in his eyes.

You got up and ran toward the gym and saw Natasha and Wanda. You dropped to your knees, Steve walked in and you both lost it. You walked in the common and started throwing and destroying stuff. You punched holes in the walls and started picking up stuff with a strength you didn't know you had. Your hands were bloody and bruised and Steve stood there he let you be angry and cry. He knows how it feels.

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You continued to scream until we felt a pair of hands jolt you. You continued to thrash until you were you jolted awake.

“Y/N!” Steve yelled. You opened your eyes tear-filled, you were back at the motel. Steve squished you in a hug as you cried in his chest.

“I don't want to lose you.” You cried

“Your not, I’ll always be right here.” He kissed you hard as he climbed on top of you.

“And I’ll make feel all better” he cooed. He started to travel down south to your core. As he pulled down his pair of boxers you were wearing, the light brush of his incoming beard grazed your tights your let out another sob. His mouth attached to your clit you sob became a moan. It was the only way he knew how to comfort you now.

As the days, weeks and months went on you two killed at least over 1000 hydra agents. S.H.I.E.L.D didn't even try to look for you two. They wouldn't like would they would find.

Your bites got gritter.

Your hearts got colder.

Your minds lost.

You were in Berlin when he fucked you after killing some agents their bodies on the ground floor. It didn't matter to you, at this point, nothing else mattered.

The years of smiles were peeling away and it revealed what you were at the center.

Monsters.

In Romania, he fucked you senseless.

All you wanted to do was feel pain-pleasure it didn't matter.

But not happiness.

Because the pain was the most real thing you could ever feel.

Steve changed the color of his suit to black with red outlines. Why still have the title of “Captain America” with the countless people he killed? Yeah they weren’t innocent but still, that doesn't change things.

Just like it doesn't change the fact that everyone he loved but you were dead.

You went to Japan and killed a couple of hundred people.

It's funny how you remembered that Wanda liked Japan.

She never got to see it herself.

He grabbed your hair and fucked you against the wall right before you guys set the place on fire and watched it burn.

You would still have your mood swings and times you would act like you were talking to the team. Remembering the memories you had left beside a few pictures.

You made it to Greece. It’s funny because you loved Greece and its beauty.

You two stayed in the resort in Athens on the water.

When Steve was pounding into you the morning suns glow shone on both of you.

You saw that side of that you haven't seen in about a year and a half now.

His pureness and true beauty.

You looked also equally as breathtaking, the afterglow of sex on you.

You two looked like Greek Gods bodies perfectly chiseled from marble.

Like Persephone and Hades with your darkness.

Enyo and Ares with your love for war and destruction.

Eros and Aphrodite with your beauty.

Apollo and Athena with your love for the arts.

Hercules and Megara because at some point you were heroes.

But couldn't protect the people you love most.

Just another Greek tragedy

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missnighttigress · 5 years

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Characters: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader (specifically targeted to @oh-snap-bucky)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (@oh-snap-bucky)

Word Count: 4,418

Summary: Y/N was always in the Christmas spirit, even when times were tough for Team Cap during their rogue days. After losing the love of her life in the snap, Christmas has lost its luster for her. Irritated by being around the compound, she sets off for home, hoping for a break and maybe a chance to start some other traditions. This continues for five years until one particular trip proves to be particularly enchanting...

Warnings: angst, mild language (a curse word sprinkled intermittently), heartbreak, fluff at the end I promise

A/N: I had the tremendous honor of being the Secret Santa for @oh-snap-bucky for @itsbuckysworld‘s Marvel Secret Santa this year. I went through her wishlist and hoped to touch point by point. Merry Christmas, dear, and I really hope you enjoy. I am so terribly sorry for the heartbreak. After Infinity War and the Endgame trailer, I’ve just been feeling this vibe. I hope you have a spectacular holiday!

Christmas was a magical season. People had pine trees that glistened with twinkling lights and glittering tinsel. Stores decked themselves out in reds, greens, and silvers as they urged you to purchase the perfect gift for your someone special at their location. Radios buzzed with holiday carols in hopes of making listeners dream of snowy pastures and hot cocoa snuggles by the fire.

Indeed, Christmas was supposed to be a magical season. But for Y/N, this particular Christmas had lost all its enchanting luster. That’s because her longtime boyfriend, Sergeant James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, wouldn’t be home this Christmas...thanks to a giant purple space freak.

As the year slipped further into the holiday season, Y/N became more and more irritable. As much as she tried to hide it, she couldn’t conceal much from her and Bucky’s best friend, Steve Rogers.

Y/N was sprawled out across one of the common room couches, her thumb constantly flipping through channels on the enormous flat screen television. News channels were covering how people were handling the holidays with half the population missing. Freeform was showing nothing but holiday movies, and she couldn’t even look at the root-your-teeth-out romantic crap Hallmark was airing. A snarl ripped from her throat as she turned the TV off, whipping the remote in a nearby armchair before draping an arm over cerulean eyes.

“I take it there’s nothing on?”

The voice from behind the couch made her rip her arm away to stare into concerned baby blues hovering over her. She sighed and shook her head. “Not a damn thing. Everything is either rubbing salt in the wound from the decimation or it’s sappy romantic bullshit.”

Steve cocked his head to the side, his brow furrowing. “The Y/N I know is a sucker for that sappy romantic stuff.”

She growled again before pushing herself off the leather couch and onto the floor to pace. “That was before Thanos disintegrated the people I love, those I care about.” Her hands reached up to rake through her shoulder-length blonde hair. She walked a few feet before slowly rotating on her heel, eyes now red and threatening to overflow with the tears that sat on the edges of them. “Stevie…” she whispered, “I...I can’t be here for the holidays. Not this year.”

Sadness and understanding flooded his face. In the months since Thanos’ snap, he knew Y/N was having a difficult time. When she wasn’t at a training session, she was holed up in her room with a movie or a book, trying to lose herself in any world that wasn’t crashing around her. Prior to then, she was the bubbly, cheery one that made everyone get involved in whatever activity she was doing, especially when they went into hiding. His chest heaved in a heavy sigh. “If you can’t be here, where will you go?”

She rolled her shoulders in a weak shrug. “My parents’ place, maybe? Just for a couple weeks until the holiday season is behind me. I just can’t stay...here.”

“I get it,” Steve murmured, advancing towards her. “You’re one of my closest friends, Y/N. As much as I want to be selfish and keep you around, that’s not fair to you. Being here is going to remind you of him too much. You should go home. You need a break. Just...promise me one thing, won’t you?”

“Anything.”

A tiny smile formed over his lips, but the worry was still evident in his face. Worry that if she went home she’d never come back unless Bucky was found...if he could be found. “Promise me that you’ll come back?”

Y/N choked out a laugh and soft sob as she jumped to wrap her arms around Steve (as much as she could anyway). She buried her head against his chest. “You’re such a punk, Steve. I’m going to come back after the holidays, I promise.”

“Good,” he breathed, swooping down to give her a ginger peck on the head. “Because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, too.”

Steve’s words echoed in Y/N’s ears as she packed her suitcase to head to her parents’ place. For a while, she couldn’t help the pang of guilt that riddled her stomach. Steve was hurting too, everyone was, and Christmas was supposed to be a season of togetherness. She wasn’t really embracing the “togetherness” spirit by taking off.

Then again, how could she be “together” if a piece of her heart was missing? Her mind trailed to a tall man with long tendrils of dark chocolate with piercing eyes that could kill a man if he wanted...or cut her to her core as he often did. She thought about the first time she met Bucky, when Steve had contacted her for intel while he was on the run after the Sokovia Accords situation. That smolder of his as his eyes traced her up and down triggered a fire inside her, one she couldn’t quell without being around him. A few flirtatious meetings later, and he finally had the cajones to ask her on a proper date. When he and the rest of Team Cap had to go underground, there was no question about it. She went with them more than willingly. Even though the conditions weren’t always the best and they were always looking over their shoulders, she and Bucky made the best of everything...because they found each other.

That night, she dreamed of her former Hydra super soldier. She dreamed about their first Christmas together, when she found this beautiful fern someone was throwing out on the side of the road and brought it back to the run-down motel they were in. Her hands were immediately busy with her sketchbook, drawing little trees and holiday ornaments. Quickly, she worked to carefully rip around the edges of her scribbles, leaving ample room at the top for her to tear a hole in them in order to hang. When Bucky came back that night, he was taken aback at the makeshift Christmas tree, but then immediately peppered Y/N with kisses to show his appreciation.

She couldn’t help but replay the dream during the tedious drive to her parent’s place. It sprinkled in between thoughts of Steve and the bear hug they shared before she got in the car. He checked her oil and tire pressure for her before she left, and she gave him the address she’d be at on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, in case he needed a break too.

After quite the trek, the vehicle roared up to the roadside curb in front of her parents’ place. Her eyes fixated on her childhood home, where a dark figure stood on the top step of the wooden porch. Though dusk was approaching, she could tell by the broad shoulders that it was her father.

There was a huge wolf-like creature resting on his haunches next to her father, and the sight of the dog made Y/N’s eyes brighten. Instantly, she clamored out of the car and ran to the other side, arms flying open. “Apollo! C’mere, baby!”

Her father dropped Apollo’s leash, and this husky came barreling at the woman. He slowed upon approach so as not to knock her over, but his whole body wagged in excitement at seeing his owner after so long. He licked a stripe up her cheek as her fingers ruffled his fur. “Who’s a good boy?” she cooed. “Apollo’s my good boy!”

After a moment, she rose to her feet and started up to the home while her dad stepped down to the sidewalk. As soon as she reached him, he took her in his arms and gave her a tight squeeze. “My baby, Y/N. I’ve missed you,” he whispered against her hair, his voice breaking.

Y/N swallowed thickly, trying not to lose her composure as well. “I...I missed you too, Dad.”

The two pulled apart after holding each other a while, her dad instantly reaching up to collect the tears at the sides of his eyes. “I’m...I’m glad you decided to come home for the holidays this year. This was going to be a hard year without you or your mother…”

The lump was even harder in Y/N’s throat. She wasn’t the only one to lose the love of her life. Her parents had been out antiquing when the snap happened, and her mother turned to ash in front of her father just as Bucky had. It was another reason why she wanted to go home for the holidays. Her dad needed her more than Steve and the others did. “I’m sorry, Dad. The team...you know, they’re all racking their brains to come up with a solution.”

“If there even is one.”

There was a lingering silence between the two of them before her father shook his head and clapped a hand on her back, pushing her toward the door. “C’mon, kiddo. Enough sadness. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company and get the holidays started right, huh?”

The first few days Y/N spent with her father were great. She really couldn’t complain. They both understood how the other felt about the holiday season right then, and they tried to veer away from doing anything too holiday-oriented. They watched action movies or old westerns while snacking on chips, and took Apollo out for strolls around the neighborhood. Their idea of a Christmas tree this year was one of those ceramic trees with little pegs that lit up. That was all the festive they were getting.

That was, until Christmas Eve came around. Y/N’s aunt invited them over for a Christmas Eve party, and her dad was all gung-ho and ready to go. Y/N...not so much. Christmas Day was special, sure. Christmas Eve, however, was always the most fun with Bucky.

“I don’t really feel like going to [Y/A/N]’s tonight, Dad,” she murmured, curled up on their couch with Apollo on the opposite end. “It’s going to be a lot of Christmas trees and cookies and holiday carols and it’s just...it’s going to be too hard.”

[Y/D/N] cocked an eyebrow from his recliner toward his daughter. “But you love going over there! It’s Aunt [A/N] we’re talking about here! Doesn’t she always slip you $10?”

Her fingers fiddled with the fur by Apollo’s collar idly. “I do love her, Dad, but this has nothing to do with that. Christmas Eve was always special with Bucky. We had our own traditions that we started together and I don’t get to do that this year.”

“Y/N, look at me.”

She raised her eyes to meet her father’s.

“You know, neither your mother nor this Bucky fellow would want us to sit here and mourn during what’s supposed to be a happy time. I won’t force you to go...but I’m going because your mother would kick my ass if I sat here and moped around. Promise me you won’t do the same.”

She sighed and scooped Apollo’s head from her legs, moving them before placing him back on the cushion. “I’m not. I’m going out, too.”

In typical father fashion, she was met with a gruff, “Where to?”

Her shoulders rolled in a shrug as she grabbed her jacket, purse and keys. “Out. Around town. Crazy. I don’t really know, Dad. It’s just wherever the road takes me.” As she was getting ready, she caught a glimpse of his features twisted in worry. Her cerulean orbs rolled as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I work with the Avengers, for crying out loud, Dad. I’ll be safe, I promise.”

He grumbled a bit before giving her a small nod. “You’re right. Just be careful and have your butt back in this house by 11 o’clock. Santa starts his rounds at midnight, you know.”

She couldn’t help but snort at the sentiment as she stepped through the door. “Love you, Dad!”

Y/N drove around town for a while, weaving through the streets and losing herself in her thoughts. She thought about the Christmas Eve traditions she started with Bucky, how goofy they were but they had meant the world to her...and to him as well it seemed. She went out every year and would buy them a new set of Christmas pajamas to wear, one small game each, a mug, a snack and a pack of hot cocoa and wrap those items up in a box for them to open on Christmas Eve. The year prior, she bought him a green light-up onesie that said “fa-la-la-llama” and had a big wool llama on it. Though he grumbled and griped, he snatched it from her hands when she went to take it back and wore it with pride, even if Steve and Natasha both keeled over cackling at him.

She couldn’t help but smile at the memory as she turned onto a road that led outside the town and into the countryside. As she raced past the lines of oaks and maples, she thought about taking Bucky back there, showing him where she grew up. She envisioned taking Apollo for a walk in the forest until they came to a clearing, where Bucky would have laid out this little picnic (complete with snacks for the pupper). They would devour the food while savoring each other’s presence and the majestic scenery before he’d twist to her and take her hand, opening a small square velvet box…

If they ever saw Thanos again, she’d do what Thor didn’t and aim right for his bulbous head.

Bright neon lights flashed “Late Night Dine Right” up ahead, breaking her from her rage momentarily. Her gut let out a deep growl, and she realized she hadn’t eaten much all day. A diner burger did sound really good just then.

Once she had the car safely parked in their gravel parking lot, she sauntered in and was immediately transported back to the 1950s. They really made the place look like a classic diner. The floor was coated in white and black checkered linoleum. The candy-apple-red booths and barstools were leather, puffed up to look extra inviting and comfortable. The tabletops were solid, white with a few scuff marks from the millions of plates they probably saw slide across them. In one corner of the room was an old-time jukebox, radiating red, orange and yellow neon while it crooned Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas.” She couldn’t help but snort slightly. Bucky would have loved the place.

“Go ahead and make yourself at home, sweet pea! I’ll be right with you!”

The silvery voice broke Y/N away from her appreciation of the scene in front of her and onto the woman behind the counter. The woman looked to be in her 50s or 60s. Her curly red hair was pinned up in a Lucille Ball style, her lips painted fire engine red. The dress she donned was a Tiffany blue with a white waist apron. Y/N reached her own arm and gave it a slight pinch. No, this wasn’t some oddly specific facet of her imagination. This was the real world.

Shrugging her jacket off, she followed the waitress’s orders and slid into a booth right by the door, facing across from the jukebox. Menus were resting right on the table, so she grabbed one to peruse. Chicken parmesan, eggs benedict, t-bone steak with hash browns...everything sounded so good. Before she got the most extravagant thing, though, she wanted to try a hamburger. You could usually tell how good the rest of the food was at a place if their burgers were up to snuff. Just as she was placing the menu back in its holder, the waitress appeared by her table.

“Hi there, sweet pea. I’m Miss Georgia and I’m going to be your waitress this evening. What can I get you to drink?”

Up close, she could see that Georgia had dark circles under her eyes, no doubt from busting her rear working at a 24/7 diner on Christmas Eve. Suddenly, Y/N felt very sheepish and very guilty.

“I’m sorry, Georgia. I didn’t even think. I shouldn’t be making you work extra on Christmas Eve.”

Georgia offered her a genuine smile. “Oh honey. I’d be working my tail off whether you were here or not. You seem like a sweetheart and aren’t gonna cause me any problems, unlike half the drunk clientele I get in here. Now, what can I get ya?”

Y/N gave the woman a warm grin. “Water with lemon, please.”

“‘Water with lemon,’” Georgia repeated, scribbling the drink order in her notepad. “And judging by how you put that menu back, I’m guessing you’re ready to order. What would you like?”

“I’d like a double cheeseburger please, with cheddar if you have it, and a side of seasoned fries.”

Georgia’s fingers scribbled the order quickly and she gave Y/N another wide smirk. “A woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. Sweet pea, I like you. Order’s coming right up, okay?”

“Thank you!” Y/N called as she took the order back to the kitchen. She waited a moment before digging in her purse and retrieving her sketchbook and pencil case, spreading the materials out on the table in front of her. She opened the book to a random page, and a gasp escaped her lips.

Inside the random page she chose was a picture she had tucked away. A tall man with long, dark chocolate tendrils was staring straight out of the photo and into her heart, it felt like. His cocky smirk made her heart race, her breath stop. She was the one who took the photo during one of their first dates at a Romanian cafe, and she had completely forgot about it. Tears stung her eyes.

She was so focused on her find that she didn’t even notice Georgia’s return until the water was placed in front of her. “Oh my, what a little cutie! Is that your boyfriend?”

Y/N could do nothing but swallow and nod.

“You got yourself quite a catch! He looks so handsome and mysterious. Almost reminds me of someone my grandmother once dated actually. She took a picture with him at Coney Island. Huh. Maybe a distant relative.” Georgia stopped momentarily, her head craning to get into your line of vision. “Sweet pea, it’s Christmas Eve! There’s no crying on Christmas Eve!”

Y/N sniffled and wiped at her eyes. “S-Sorry. It’s just...Christmas was one of our favorite seasons together.”

Georgia offered a sympathetic nod. “My Henry was like that as well. This is...this is my first season without him actually. That’s why I’ve buried myself in shifts here. One day, I was cooking in our kitchen and he was in the living room. I heard him call for me, and I caught the tail end of him turning into ash right in front of my eyes.”

Y/N looked up at the woman, whose jungle green eyes were glistening with tears. “Oh, Miss Georgia. I’m so sorry. That’s...I lost Bucky that way, too.”

There was a sigh from the waitress. “Well...they say that the Avengers are actively working on a solution, if there even is one. If they had been around prior to all this happening, maybe it wouldn’t even be a problem.”

Y/N wanted to leap to the defense of her team, but Georgia was suffering just as much as she was, and in times of crisis, people looked for someone to blame even if they didn’t deserve that blame. If...when they found a solution to what happened, a reversal, maybe then people wouldn’t be so harsh on the team.

“I’ll be home for Christmas…”

Georgia snarled from the tableside. “Now, how rude is that? That damn jukebox is playing on our misery! Huh uh. No way.” She stomped over to the jukebox and jammed her fingers against the screen, instantly changing discs. Rotating on her heel, she turned her attention to Y/N. “I’m gonna make a sign. No one is allowed to play that song when either one of us is here.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. Oh, she liked Georgia. She was sweet and friendly but also feisty. “Oh, Miss Georgia,” Y/N chuckled. “I propose a new Christmas tradition! I’ll come back here every Christmas Eve as long as you’re working.”

Georgia stopped as she traipsed behind the counter. A smile played at her lips before she turned her full focus back to Y/N, green eyes alight. “Well now, sweet pea...I’d think I’d like that.”

For four consecutive years, Y/N kept her promise to Georgia. Every holiday season kept getting easier and easier, thanks to their little tradition. It was an added bonus that the food was spectacular...and she got to visit her dad and Apollo.

It was going on the fifth year when things got a little rocky, particularly with Steve. When he caught wind of Y/N’s request for her usual two weeks off, he instantly barged into her suite at the compound.

“Y/N, please tell me you’re not going back there this year” he pleaded.

Y/N was sprawled out on her bed with her Kindle in her hand, and she cocked an eyebrow at the way he approached her. “Excuse me? Stevie, you know I go every year. You’ve never had a problem before. What gives?”

He started pacing at the front of her bed, muscular hands running through his dirty blonde locks. “Y/N, you know we’re just so, so close to fixing this thing. With Scott and Tony actively working with that time contraption of theirs, I think we might finally be on the brink of a possible solution...a possible reversal.”

Y/N sighed heavily and put the tablet aside before rising to her feet to join the super soldier. “Steve...Tony and Scott have been working on that thing all year. That I know of, they aren’t any closer to reversing anything or bringing anyone back than we were last year. I don’t want to break a tradition on a possibility and not a certainty.”

The kid from Brooklyn worried his lower lip with his teeth. “I just...if we are able to reverse this or get them back...I want you to be the first person Buck sees if we can get him back by Christmas.”

Y/N had dreamed several times about being back in Bucky’s arms in the five years since the decimation. Her body ached for it, yearned for him. But other people felt the same way. Her father felt that way for her mother, Georgia for Henry. And the whole situation was still a big “if.” Tony and Scott had made some headway, but who knew if it was enough to bring Bucky back? Going to [Y/Hometown/N] was a certainty. Being there for her father and Georgia was absolution.

She reached up and caressed Steve’s face gingerly. “That’s a sweet thought, Stevie...and I do want to be the first person he sees. But you know how being there for my dad and Georgia have helped them heal...helped me heal. I have to go. You know how to reach me. If there’s any development, call me and I’ll race right down.”

Steve gave a nod of understanding, but Y/N could see the pain in his eyes. He really wanted her to be there when Bucky came back...if Bucky came back. “Just be safe okay, and promise you will race right down if I call?”

“What, you don’t think I would any other time?” she teased, poking him in the ribs. “Stevie, I will. I just have to do this, for me, Dad, and Miss Georgia.”

“Just be careful,Y/N. And Merry Christmas early.”

“Merry Christmas, Steve.”

No one could ever say that Y/N wasn’t true to her word. Christmas Eve, she strolled right in to the Late Night Dine Right diner, clad in a bright green knit sweater with a plush puppy protruding out of it that barked when its nose was poked. Georgia was behind the counter pouring coffee for a patron, but she gave Y/N a wide grin and waved. “Have a seat, sweet pea! I’ll have Marcus start your burger!”

“Thanks, Miss Georgia!” Y/N called, spreading out her art supplies in front of her much like she had that first night half a decade ago. She flipped the pages until she got to a sketch she was working on, the jukebox that was perched in the corner of the diner. Her eyes flicked up to get a good look at the jukebox, and she couldn’t help but guffaw at the giant “NO ‘I’LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS’” sign.

Georgia set down a glass of water in front of her and smirked. “Ain’t had anyone try to be slick yet!”

“You’d set them straight anyway, Miss Georgia. I know you.”

The red head just laughed as she strode back behind the counter.

Y/N focused back on her sketch. The outside of the jukebox was easy because it was so large. The intricacies of the buttons and all the other details? That was another task entirely. She lost herself in the crisscross pattern of the speaker portion, making sure each hash mark was perfectly aligned and looked meticulous. It wasn’t until she paused that she heard the beginning of that song that had been banned for that day and that day only.

“I’ll be home for Christmas. You can count on me.”

Y/N’s head snapped up, her blue eyes glaring daggers into the head of the long-haired straggler looming over the jukebox. “Hey, asshole!” she hissed, rising from her seat. “Can’t you fucking read? The sign specifically says-”

Before she could continue her tirade, the stranger rotated on his heel. His lips curled up into a cocky, arrogant smirk at the woman who was chastising him just seconds before. His piercing caramel eyes made her breath hitch and her heart stop.

“Oh my god,” she breathed out incredulously. She almost couldn’t believe who was standing in front of her. Yet there he stood, in all of his super soldier glory. “Bucky?”

“Merry Christmas, doll.”

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This is the Apollo Theater, built in 1913-1914. It opened as Hurtig and Seamon’s New (Burlesque) Theater, and was for Whites only, like many American theaters of the time. In 1933 it closed and Sidney Cohen reopened it as the 125th Street Apollo Theater, a Black-oriented theater managed by Morris Sussman. In 1935, Frank Schiffman (who managed another Black theater in Harlem, the Lafayette) became Sussman’s partner. Schiffman and Leo Brecher took over in 1935 and their families operated the Apollo into the late 1970s until it closed in 1976. The Apollo was also a Chitlin Circuit stop, the touring route for Black musicians at the time. The Apollo opened in 1978 under new management. In 1981, prominent Black lawyer, Civil Rights activist, politician, and businessman Percy Sutton (11/24/1920 - 12/26/2009) was the chairman of Inner City, and bought the Apollo for $225,000 at a bankruptcy sale. He presided over a $20 million renovation, including television studios (for Showtime at the Apollo, a syndicated tv show; peace to Kiki Shepard). Sutton was an intelligence officer for the Tuskegee Airmen in World War 2. He was also Malcolm X’s attorney; he found a cemetery for Malcolm X to be buried in after cemeteries refused his body after Malcolm X’s assassination in 1965. In 1983, the Apollo became a New York City Landmark and was added to the National Register of Historic Places. The Apollo is best known for its use a concert hall & Amateur Night. Howard “Sandman” Sims & CP Lacey have done the work of removing bad acts from the stage. A list of people to play at the Apollo is a whole account of posts. Some musicians that got their big break at the Apollo: Billie Holiday, Sarah Vaughan, Ella Fitzgerald, Sammy Davis Jr., James Brown, Wilson Pickett, Dionne Warwick, Gladys Knight & The Pips, Jackson 5, Marvin Gaye, Stevie, Luther, Aretha, Isley Brothers. Jimi Hendrix won an amateur night in 1964. Since 1991, the State of New York has owned the Apollo and a non-profit, Apollo Theater Foundation, handles daily operations. Salute the Apollo Theater, a legendary place & truly unique. #apollotheater #blackhistorymonth #mrkblackhistory #jaaamaccordingly (at Apollo Theater) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuOjY8iHPxO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1nu0qhtsmu8o6

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cassandra-maston · 5 years

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Fantasy Theme - Kevin Krauter // All In Love Is Fair - Stevie Wonder // Seventeen - Tomberlin // Thinking of You - Sister Sledge // Juice - Lizzo // Why (Remix) - Shawn Mendes ft. Leon Bridges // Saint (Mahogany Sessions) - Jordan Mackampa // Otra Noche en Miami - Bad Bunny // Unknown Feeling - Bad Gyal // Headlights - Jae Stephens // Lonely River - Kyan // It Runs Through Me - Tom Misch ft. De la Soul // Apollo - St. Paul & The Broken Bones ( x )

#playlist: weekly mix #this one is tag urself cause im lazy and tired lololol

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livesets-dj-mixes-edm-podcasts · 3 years

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FAVORITE OF THE MOMENT 14. Tensteps & That Girl – Hero [Find Your Harmony]

15. Aly & Fila & Denise Rivera – Hymn Of Hope [FSOE] 16. Alan Morris & Fenna Day – Burning Game [Amsterdam Trance]

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18. Adam Taylor – Paradise Found [A State OF Trance] 19. Fonzerelli – Moonlight Party (Greg Downey Remix) [Deep In Thought] 20. Johan Gielen & Starpicker – Sustained [FSOE] 21. Thomas Bronzwaer – Constellation (Luke Bond presents BOND Remix) [A State Of Trance] 22. Armin van Buuren & Avalan – Should I Wait (Armin van Buuren presents Rising Star Remix) [Armind] 23. Andy Moor, Somna & Linney – More Than Love (Craig Connelly Remix) [AVA White] 24. A.R.D.I. – The Road To Freedom [Interplay] 25. AstroFegs – Merekara (Rene Ablaze Remix) [Nocturnal Knights Reworked] 26. Tycoos & Kate Miles – Edge Of Paradise [Suanda Voice] 27. Blue Serigala – Game Over [Monster Neos]

DARK SIDE TRACK OF THE WEEK 28. Hardwell feat. Amba Shepherd – Apollo (Maddix Remix) [Revealed Recordings]

29. Flund & Mehdi Belkadi feat. Dan Picknell – Waiting (Tycoos Remix) [Liquid Emotion] 30. Factor B feat. Cat Martin – Vacancy [Theatre Of The Mind] 31. BiXX – Face Your Fears [Nocturnal Knights] 32. Gareth Emery – Elise (Factor B Remix) [Create Music Group] 33. Yoshi & Razner – A New Beginning [ZYX Music]

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FAVORITE OF THE MOMENT 14. Tensteps & That Girl – Hero [Find Your Harmony]

15. Aly & Fila & Denise Rivera – Hymn Of Hope [FSOE] 16. Alan Morris & Fenna Day – Burning Game [Amsterdam Trance]

A BREATH OF AETHER 17. RAM – Ramsterdam (Jorn Van Deynhoven Remix) [A State Of Trance]

DARK SIDE TRACK OF THE WEEK 28. Hardwell feat. Amba Shepherd – Apollo (Maddix Remix) [Revealed Recordings]

CLASSIC SELECTION 34. Tiesto Feat. Kirsty Hawkshaw – Urban Train (Cosmic Gate Remix) [Magik Muzik]

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hellomissmabel · 7 years

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Of Dusk and Dawn part 2

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Apollo/Steve x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1.900

Summary: Y/N is the Pythia, the Oracle of Delphi, blessed by the God Apollo with the gift of foresight. Yet one day a hunter sets foot in her temple and she is struck by a dark vision. With the blood moon approaching fast, higher powers take the upper hand and shake up Y/N’s life and love. Is she strong enough to survive the wrath of a Goddess? Or shall she wither and die in the aftermath of a God’s sorrow?

A/N: Written for @marvelous-fvcks her challenge.

Series masterlist can be found here

“Tell the people that the temple will be closed for worshipping until the day of the first full moon. Tell them I will be engaged in prayer.”

Your best friend and fellow priestess at the temple of Apollo, Wanda, stops her ministrations on the harp and looks at you in sharp surprise. “You want to close the doors to the temple for two weeks?”

“Yes and during this time I will pray to Artemis for advice,” you answer calmly, burying yourself further into some of the books Steve brought you on one of his visits. Wanda gently joins you at your study and crouches down next to you, her questioning gaze burning holes in your back as you turn away from her, unable to speak freely about what is tormenting you.

“Please, Y/N, what is vexing you?,” she pleads with you, taking the book from your hand and placing it somewhere you cannot reach, forcing you to face her again. Her eyes speak of a kindness unmatched and as soon as she claps her hands in her palms, you let the words fall from your lips like a sermon.

“I am no longer just the Pythia, my darling Wanda,” you confide in her with a feebly voice yet a steady mind. “Above all, I am a mother now.”

Earlier this morning, you had made yourself a promise. Even though Apollo’s parting weighs heavy on your heart, you have to put the wellbeing of your unborn child first. And your child demands to be taken care of, to have a family, a mother and a father. Yes, your Apollo wishes to be a father to his child, but how can he be a father if the child is bound to earth and he is bound to the sky?

So you would take your time preparing for his next visit, sending your prayers to his sister Artemis and asking her for guidance. For, in your opinion, there are only three things that would ensure your child’s heritage.

“So the prophecy was true after all?,” Wanda mumbles to herself and your eyes search her in confusion.

“What prophecy, priestess?,” you demand to know.

“Your predecessor, Cassandra, made a deal with Apollo. He appeared to her in his mortal form, Steve Rogers, with the intention to court her and take her to his bed. But Cassandra refused to share her bed with him, unless he were to grace her with the gift of foresight. Apollo granted her request and made her his oracle.”

Wanda’s hushed whispers fall onto your ears with such a delicacy, the brunette afraid of the wrath of the Gods if they ever hear of this. “Nevertheless, Cassandra refused again and infuriated Apollo. So he turned her gift into a curse. From now on no-one would no longer believe the prophecies, claiming them to be false. She was killed by the people not long after. But on her death bed she made one last prophecy…”

With careful consideration, the priestess recites the words of the fallen oracle. “She is the Oracle of Delphi, also known as the Pythia, lover of Apollo, God of light, music, truth, prophecy, healing, poetry and the sun. Her name is Y/N and she is a woman of no noble birth. Yet do not be fooled by her ancestry, as she is the muse of the twin God.”

A grave expression adorns her angelic-like features and Wanda cradles Y/N’s face in her soft hands. “Pray, my dear Y/N, pray. For your lover, because his affections for you will be chastised by his sister. Pray for your child, because its life is still feeble and fragile. And pray for yourself, too, Y/N. May your life be more fruitful than Cassandra’s.”

And so Y/N prayed to Apollo, asking him for forgiveness. But unbeknownst to Y/N, the Goddess Artemis has already set her own plan in motion. Artemis did not agree with her brother Apollo, who stated that relations between an immortal and a mortal are just as pure as between two immortals. She felt wronged by this priestess who, in her eyes, had twisted the path the three fates had prophesied.

Determined to save her brother from an abysmal mistake, she found herself a hunter, a man who used to be one of her most loyal subjects before he lost his faith in the war. He turned soldier during the Trojan war, until his arm had been struck by a poisonous blade. Even though he did not believe in Gods or Goddesses, in his desperation he prayed to Apollo in his quest for a cure. His arm was deteriorating day by day until the point he had almost lost all his strength.

One moonlight night Artemis appeared to him in his dreams, offering him the solution he so sought after. “You shall go to the temple of Apollo, to his Oracle in Delphi, and your fate shall be revealed.”

And so the soldier was sent on his way to Delphi, catching the first ship to sail towards its unknown shores. Meanwhile, the goddess Artemis found her brother sulking over his priestess, counting down the days until he could see his pregnant lover again. Apollo had returned to his mortal form as he followed the path down Mount Olympus until his feet bathe in the sultry waters of a small creek, hidden away in the nearby woods of Delphi.

“Please, Artemis,” he shuns his twin sister but she shushes hi as soon as he speaks her name.

“Do not use my name, brother,” she chastises with a strong yet tender voice as she addresses her brother. “For mere mortals could be eavesdropping. Please, call me Natasha.”

“Natasha, sister, I am in no state to argue with you,” the blond God whispers into the wind as he watches his reflection sadden.

“Steve, my dear brother, why do you mourn a mortal?” Natasha gracefully sits down next to her brother, her feet immerse by the clear blue water of the creek.

“My brother, you do not understand the implications that your actions will bring to the mortal world. For that she is, mortal. You cannot love a mortal woman, even if she is as special as you claim her to be. She has a higher purpose to fulfil. Her fate is bound to yours, but in different ways than you have come to believe.”

With a gentle touch to his shoulder, Natasha hopes the blond will come to his senses and realise a mortal woman is no wife for a God. “This love is bad for you, brother dear.”

“Since when is love bad, sister dear?” He repulses from her tender hand, kicking up the water as he stands up and looks down at his twin. “I love her, Natasha. I know I cannot make her my wife, but I can make sure she and the child are healthy, happy and safe. That is my duty as a father.”

“It is not love itself that is bad, Stevie. But love between Gods and mortals is doomed to fail. It turns gods into fools and mortals into fiends.” Natasha sighs, watches as her brother sinks deeper into his mind.

“If you refuse to let her go, then you leave me no choice, Steve.” She follows after her brother as he steps away from the creek. He comes to a halt as soon as she uttered her threat and shivers run down his spine. “I have no sympathy for the girl, brother, and I will see to it that she fulfils her destiny. I will not shy away from extreme measures.”

She has angered her twin and in a fit of rage, he lets his divine light radiate in thick waves off his impeccable, alabaster skin. “I am Apollo, the son of Zeus, and I will not be bullied by nobody, not even my sister!”

But there would be no sun without the moon, and Natasha elegantly sheds her human form, bathing in a rich glow of moonlight as she reveals herself. She possesses a mighty calm spirit as she addresses her brother with sly composure.

“Very well, Steve… but remember, you will be her undoing. You brought this upon yourself.” And with one last sad look at her infuriated brother, her celestial appearance is slowly whisked away by a cloud of butterflies, leaving your sweet Apollo torn apart.

The waves crash against the ship with a certain grace, a certain peacefulness. I can see the shore at the end of my line of sight, but the wind has changed and the sailor, Sam, is having some difficulties steering his boat towards its destination. With the help of some of the other passengers, we manage to resume our initial course.

After the sea has calmed down and the dark clouds have made way for the first rays of sun, the sailor joins my side at the edge of the ship. “What brings you to Delphi, soldier?,” he inquires as his eyes take in the outstretched coastline.

“Please, call me Bucky,” I reply dryly, keeping my eyes locked on the breaking waves. “I am no longer a soldier.”

“So what brings you to Delphi, Bucky?,” the kind man repeats his question, chuckling softly.

Resting my good hand on the wood of the ship, I turn to face the sailor. “I was wounded during the war.” I gesture towards my left arm. “I cannot feel anything anymore. No woman’s touch, no burning pain, no nothing. I was close to desperation until I had a vision of the Goddess Artemis, telling me to set course to Delphi and speak to the Oracle.”

“Ah, the Pythia,” Sam sighs as a gust of wind wisps through my hair, brushing my cheeks and obscuring my vision. “They say Apollo himself descended from Mount Olympus to give her his blessing. He entrusted upon her the gift of foresight and with that, a fertile womb. Through her, the God speaks. With her, the God shares his light with the world.”

“I don’t care about hear-say,” I mutter under my breath, but Sam’s got a falcon’s ears and picks up on it anyway.

“But you should, my friend,” he says sincerely as he clasps a hand on my shoulder. “As a slave, I relied on nothing else.”

“You were a slave?”

“Can’t you tell by the colour of my skin?” Sam shakes his head as he sees my puzzled look.

“I don’t care about the colour of your skin,” I reply earnestly, “All men are the same to me. All women are equal to men.”

Sam nods his head in appreciation for my words. “You are a very good man, Bucky,” he comments with a little smile tugging at his lips. “But now I am just sailor. Because I, too, have seen a God.”

He beckons me closer, making sure none of the other passengers are listening in, before he starts off his story. “One day, the God Poseidon showed himself to me. I did not know it was him at first. He came to me in his mortal form and called himself Tony. The slave ship I was on had been caught in a storm and I prayed to Poseidon, asking him for a peaceful death.”

“Not long after the ship capsized and everybody shipwrecked. I washed up on shore and there he was, skipping stones. He told me I had a purpose, to serve in his name and sail the sea. You see those cliffs over there? Many desolate young man and woman have jumped off those cliffs and towards their end. The sea horses bring them to my boat and I bring them back to dry land where the families collect them the next morning.”

“But what does that have to do with me?,” I question in confusion, watching the waves merge into the ocean after they crash once again.

Sam smiles at me, as if he knows something I’m supposed to know, too. “That is my higher purpose and you, my friend, have a higher purpose, too.”

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THE TOPIC - “HAVING THESE DREAMS (DREAMS AGAIN)” 🔥🚀💫🙏🏿💯 [Reference Track] {VoiceMemo Rough Draft} ...part 2 (HOOK) “There goes those dreams again Those dreams again I’ve been having these dreams For my team to win There goes those dreams again Those dreams again I’ve been having these dreams For my team to win I’ve been having these dreams having these dreams having these dreams I’ve been having these dreams having these dreams having these dreams” (VERSE 2) “I learned the hard way This world is cold and they don’t fight fair Like Martin Luther King All my dreams became a nightmare Right now I feel I’m being suppressed Cuz deep inside they heart Niggas know that TOPICs the best But you don’t see me in position So you think of me less But once I get back my position Memories get refreshed Money power respect I’m tryna get that like Jay-Z, 50 & Malcolm X Right on his boulevard they gentrifying Straight disrespect Thanks to Aretha, Marvin, James, & Stevie Wonder, Freddie Mercury, Michael Jackson I got this Hunger See I love this shit I dreamed about it back when I was younger I got introduced to rapping Freestyling wit my brothers Over rundmc’s sucka mcs Premo beats & jeru the damaja I manhandled challengers Made them get, booed off stage Like Apollo amateurs & Been rapping ever since Everyday on your Calendar!” - THE TOPIC #instagood #me #videooftheday #vidoftheday #bestoftheday #talent #cool #style #nice #best #music #twitter #youtube #tumblr #soundcloud #king #icon #bronx #newyork #nyc #ny #ghana #ghanaian #african #rapper #rap #hiphop #artist #THETOPIC #THETOPICisCOOL https://www.instagram.com/p/B3jHIvSH_Fh/?igshid=1uyynrpj22xkr

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mudkissphotography · 6 years

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BILLY IDOL: O2 APOLLO MANCHESTER

I keep saying this but me and my love for Billy Idol goes way back to 1977, when me and my friend Vanessa discovered the punk band Generation X featuring the most handsome boys in punk. We met them many times and enjoyed a few chats and photos together. We followed them from Manchester to Liverpool and when they split we continued to enjoy the music of Billy Idol solo and of course he went onto greater things and moved to L.A.

So fast forward to 20th June 2018 and I find myself in the pit photographing Billy Idol, its not the first time I have shot him of course, (I used a Canon G15 previously) but it was the first time I had decided to not buy a ticket as a punter and shoot the show with a professional camera instead. So this was a huge bucket list ticked off for me. My favourite shot is the one below and I think captures just a bit of that old energy from the past, the fist pump and the rebel yell type pose. Billy Morrison and Stevie Stevens are always great to shoot, not forgetting brilliant musicians. There was a small gathering of photographers all shooting for publications and strangely enough I was the only female photographer, which in some respects was a little sad. The music industry is still a very male dominated world.

You can read the review by Katie Claire online at Louder Than War here:

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theradiodude · 6 years

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In chronological order (by year) of single release, I give you the Miami High Playlist -- otherwise known as a musical journey through my life -- as a work in progress. Sugarhill Gang, The - Rapper's Delight Hall & Oates - I Can't Go for That Phil Collins - In the Air Tonight Soft Cell - Tainted Love Sugarhill Gang, The - Apache After The Fire - Der Kommissar (theDALE Radio Edit) Grandmaster Flash & The Furious 5 - The Message Hall & Oates - Maneater Toto - Africa Toto - Rosanna Yaz - Don't Go Billy Joel - Uptown Girl Men Without Hats - Safety Dance (Remix) Naked Eyes - (There's) Always Something There to Remind Me Yes - Owner of a Lonely Heart Billy Ocean - Caribbean Queen (No More Love On the Run) Debbie Deb - Lookout Weekend Glenn Frey - The Heat Is On Hall & Oates - Out of Touch Joan Jett & The Blackhearts - Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah!) Laura Branigan - Self Control Philip Bailey & Phil Collins - Easy Lover Shannon - Let the Music Play Bangles, The - Walk Like an Egyptian Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) Level 42 - Something About You Miami Sound Machine - Conga Mr. Mister - Broken Wings Phil Collins - Sussudio Scorpions, The - Rock You Like a Hurricane Sly Fox - Let's Go All the Way Wham! - Everything She Wants Afrika Bambaataa - Looking for the Perfect Beat Afrika Bambaataa & The Soul Sonic Force - Planet Rock Bruce Hornsby - Mandolin Rain Exposé - Come Go With Me (Shortened 12-Inch Mix) Falco - Rock Me Amadeus (American '86 Mix) Genesis - Tonight, Tonight, Tonight Huey Lewis & The News - Hip To Be Square Miami Sound Machine - Bad Boy Steve Winwood - Higher Love Swing Out Sister - Breakout Buster Poindexter - Hot Hot Hot (Radio Edit) Gloria Estefan & Miami Sound Machine - Rhythm Is Gonna Get You Los Lobos - La Bamba Steve Winwood - Valerie (Remix Version) Whitney Houston - I Wanna Dance With Somebody Gloria Estefan & Miami Sound Machine - 1,2,3 (Remix) Stevie B. - Dreamin' of Love Double Trouble & The Rebel MC - Just Keep Rockin' (Original Sk'ouse 12-Inch) Gloria Estefan - Get On Your Feet Young MC - Bust A Move Poison Clan - Dance All Night Alannah Myles - Black Velvet Snap! - The Power Technotronic - Pump Up The Jam Vanilla Ice - Ice Ice Baby Deee-Lite - Groove Is In The Heart 2 Unlimited - Get Ready For This Black Box - Strike It Up C+C Music Factory - Gonna Make You Sweat (feat. Freedom Williams) Michael Jackson - Black or White (No Intro) Snap! - Rhythm Is a Dancer Chaka Demus & Pliers - Murder She Wrote Captain Hollywood Project - More and More (7" edit) Reel 2 Real - I Like To Move It (feat. The Mad Stuntman) (Radio Edit) Tag Team - Whoomp! (There It Is) Ace of Base - The Sign Real McCoy, The - Run Away Shawn Christopher - Make My Love (theDALE Radio Edit) Blackstreet - No Diggity (feat. Dr Dre & Queen Pen) Corona - Rhythm of the Night Faithless - Insomnia Method Man - All I Need (feat. Mary J. Blige) (Razor Sharp Remix) Skee-Lo - I Wish (Radio Edit) Amber - This Is Your Night Angelina - Release Me (Radio Mix Show) Audio Adrenaline - Free Ride Busta Rhymes - Woo Hah!! Got You All in Check Charli Baltimore - Money (theDALE Radio Edit) Daft Punk - Around The World DJ Laz - Esa Morena Everything But the Girl - Missing (Todd Terry's Club Mix) La Bouche - Be My Lover (US Version) La Bouche - Sweet Dreams Mon A Q - Stay In Love (7-Inch Dance Radio Mix) Natural Born Chillers - Rock the Funky Beat No Mercy - Where Do You Go Planet Soul - Set U Free Quad City DJ's - C'mon 'N' Ride It (The Train) Robert Miles - Children Ghost Town DJ's - My Boo Audio Adrenaline - Blitz (feat. The O.C. Supertones) Brian McKnight - You Should Be Mine (feat. Ma$e) B-Rock & Da Biz - My Baby Daddy Chumbawamba - Tubthumping Freak Nasty - Da Dip Jocelyn Enriquez - A Little Bit of Ecstasy Lil' Kim - Not Tonight (Ladies Night Remix) (feat. Angie Martinez, Lisa Left Eye Lopez, Da Brat & Missy Elliott) Luke - Raise The Roof (Party Time Version) (feat. No Good But So Good) MC Lyte - Cold Rock a Party (Bad Boy remix) (MC Lyte main version) Montell Jordan - Get It On Tonite Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize (Radio Mix) Notorious B.I.G. - Mo Money Mo Problems Puff Daddy & Ma$e - Can't Nobody Hold Me Down Robyn - Do You Know (What It Takes) Rockell - In a Dream Savage Garden - I Want You Sneaker Pimps - Spin Spin Sugar Timbaland & Magoo - Luv 2 Luv U (Remix) Tito Nieves - I Like It Like That Lathun - Freak It Usher - You Make Me Wanna.mp3 Beenie Man - Middle Of The Night (feat. Tanto Metro) Beenie Man - Romie Aaliyah - Are You That Somebody? Ace Of Base - Cruel Summer Ayla - Ayla Part 2 Backstreet Boys, The - Everybody (Backstreet's Back) Big Pun - Still Not a Player (feat. Joe) Brandy & Monica - The Boy Is Mine (Radio Edit - No Phone Call) Busta Rhymes - Dangerous Busta Rhymes - Turn It Up (Remix) / Fire It Up Deborah Cox - Nobody's Supposed to Be Here (original version) Destiny’s Child - No, No, No, Part 2 (feat. Wyclef Jean) Dru Hill - How Deep Is Your Love (feat. Redman) (Radio Edit) Elvis Crespo - Suavemente Fatboy Slim - The Rockafeller Skank (Radio Edit) Ian Van Dahl - Castles in the Sky K.P. & Envyi - Swing My Way L.O.X., The - Money, Power & Respect Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz - Déjà Vu (Uptown Baby) (Clean Version) Ma$e - Feel So Good Missy Elliott - Sock It 2 Me (feat. Da Brat) Monifah - Touch It (Radio Edit) Outkast - Rosa Parks Puff Daddy - Victory (feat. The Notorious B.I.G. & Busta Rhymes) (Clean) Rob Zombie - Dragula (Hot Rod Herman Mix) Robbie Williams - Millennium (Radio Edit) Robyn - Show Me Love (Radio Version) Sonique - It Feels So Good (Radio Edit) Stardust - Music Sounds Better With You (Radio Edit) Beenie Man - Who Am I (LP) 702 - Where My Girls At? Alice DeeJay - Back in My Life Apollo 440 - Stop The Rock ATB - 9PM (Till I Come) (Original Radio Edit) Backstreet Boys, The - Larger Than Life Blaque - 808 (Remix) Britney Spears - ...Baby One More Time Christina Aguilera - Genie in a Bottle Citizen King - Better Days Clubbed to Death - Clubbed to Death (Kurayamino Variation) C-Murder - Down For My... (feat. Magic & Snoop Dogg) (Clean Version) Counting Crows - Hanginaround Darude - Sandstorm Destiny's Child - Bills, Bills, Bills Fragma - Toca's Miracle Groove Armada - I See You Baby (Shakin' That Ass) (Fatboy Slim Radio Edit) Jordan Knight - Give It To You (Miami Booty Bass Edit) JT Money - Who Dat (feat. Solé) Knowdaverbs - The Syllabus La Rissa - I Do Both Jay & Jane Lauryn Hill - Doo Wop (That Thing) LEN - Steal My Sunshine Lenny Kravitz - Fly Away Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff Lou Bega - Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of...) Marc Anthony - I Need to Know (Pablo's Miami Mix Radio Edit) Memphis Bleek - Is That Your Chick (The Lost Verses) (feat. Jay-Z, Twista & Missy Elliot) (Radio Edit) Modjo - Lady (Hear Me Tonight) Outkast - B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad) Outkast - Ms. Jackson Santana - Smooth (feat. Rob Thomas) Smashmouth - All Star Steppenwolf - Magic Carpet Ride (Philip Steir Remix) Vengaboys - We Like to Party Will Smith - Miami Zombie Nation - Kernkraft 400 (Live Remix) Furthermore - Fluorescent Jellyfish (Fluorescent Jellyfish Album Version) TLC - No Scrubs (Clean) Fatman Scoop - Be Faithful (Original Mix) 98 Degrees - Give Me Just One Night (Una Noche) Aaliyah - Try Again Alice DeeJay - Better Off Alone ATC - Around The World (La La La La La) Azzido da Bass - Dooms Night (Timo Maas Radio Edit) Daft Punk - One More Time (Short Radio Edit) Debelah Morgan - Dance With Me Destiny’s Child - Jumpin’ Jumpin’ Destiny's Child - Independent Women Pt. 1 DJ Jurgen - Higher & Higher (Radio Edit) DMX - Party Up (Edited) Dr. Dre - Forgot About Dre (feat. Eminem) Eiffel 65 - Blue Jagged Edge - Let's Get Married (ReMarqable Remix) (feat. Jermaine Dupri & Rev Run) Janet Jackson - Doesn't Really Matter Jennifer Lopez - Waiting For Tonight Knowdaverbs - God Is Big Limp Bizkit - Take A Look Around (Clean) 'N Sync - Bye Bye Bye 'N Sync - It's Gonna Be Me Nine Days - Absolutely (Story Of A Girl) P!nk - Most Girls P!nk - There You Go Samantha Mumba - Gotta Tell You Santana - Maria Maria (feat. The Product G&B) (Radio Mix) Third Eye Blind - Never Let You Go Tomoyasu Hotei - Battle Without Honor Or Humanity Mary Mary - Shackles (Praise You) Madonna - Music Trina - Pull Over (Radio Version) Aaliyah - We Need a Resolution (feat. Timbaland) Britney Spears - Boys Christina Milian - AM to PM Daft Punk - Harder Better Faster Stronger Dee Dee - Forever DJ Encore - I See Right Through to You DMX - Who We Be Janet Jackson - Someone to Call My Lover (So So Def Remix) (feat. Jermaine Dupri) Janet Jackson - Son of a Gun (Original Flyte Time Remix) (feat. Missy Elliott) Jennifer Lopez - I'm Real Jennifer Lopez - Play (Clean) Joe - Stutter (feat. Mystikal) (Double Take Remix - Allstar Extended Version) Lasgo - Something Ludacris - Rollout (My Business) (Clean) Missy "Misdemeanor" Elliott - Get Ur Freak On OceanLab - Clear Blue Water (Above & Beyond Progressive Mix) Outkast - So Fresh, So Clean (Radio Mix) Tamia - Stranger in My House (Thunderpuss Radio Edit) Toya - I Do!! Train - Drops of Jupiter U2 - Beautiful Day Destiny's Child - Bootylicious Willa Ford - I Wanna Be Bad 'N Sync - Pop (Radio Version) Smashmouth - I'm A Believer Relient K - Sadie Hawkins Dance Tree63 - Treasure Tree63 - Joy Tree63 - Look What You've Done Tree63 - 1*0*1 Tree63 - Worldwide Aaliyah - More Than a Woman Angie Martinez - If I Could Go (feat. Lil’ Mo & Sacario) Brandy - What About Us? Britney Spears - Boys (Co‐Ed remix) (feat. Pharrell Williams) Daniel Bedingfield - Gotta Get Thru This Dirty Vegas - Days Go By (Radio Edit) DJ Sammy & Yanou feat. Do - Heaven (Sammy & Yanou radio edit) DMX - X Gon' Give It to Ya (Edited) Elvis vs. JXL - A Little Less Conversation Eminem - Lose Yourself (Clean Edit - Quick Intro) Gigi D’Agostino - I'll Fly With You (L'amour Toujours) Grits - Ooh Ahh iiO - Rapture (Riva Radio Edit) In-Grid - You Promised Me (Tu Es Foutu) Jennifer Lopez - Jenny From the Block (Track Masters Remix feat. Styles P. & Jadakiss [The L.O.X.]) Justin Timberlake - Like I Love You (feat. Clipse) Kylie Minogue - Can’t Get You Out of My Head Linkin Park - In The End LL Cool J - Luv U Better Ludacris - Move... (feat. Mystikal) (Radio Edit) Ludacris - Saturday (Oooh! Ooooh!) (Radio Edit) Maroon 5 - Harder To Breathe No Doubt - Hella Good No Doubt - Hey Baby (feat. Bounty Killer) Overseer - Horndog (Radio Edit) Snoop Dogg - From tha Chuuuch to da Palace (feat. Pharrell) (Clean) Pink - Get The Party Started Tree63 - The Glorious Ones Beyoncé - Naughty Girl Beyoncé feat. Jay-Z - Crazy in Love (single version) Justin Timberlake - Rock Your Body Lil Kim - The Jump Off (Super Clean) Linkin Park - Nobody's Listening Ludacris - Stand Up (Edited) Lumidee - Never Leave You Michelle Branch - Are You Happy Now? Missy Elliott - Gossip Folks (feat. Ludacris) Missy Elliott - Work It (Hybrid Clean Edit) Outkast - Hey Ya Outkast - The Way You Move (Radio Mix) Paul Van Dyk - Nothing But You (feat. Hemstock & Jennings) (PVD Radio Mix) Sean Paul - Get Busy Switchfoot - Meant to Live The River Cry - Cry Me a River UKNY - I'm In Heaven (feat. Holly James) (Jason Nevins Presents...) Blu Cantrell Feat. Sean Paul - Breathe (Rap Version) (hurricān edit) Benny Benassi Presents The Biz - Satisfaction (Radio Edit) Airmen of Note, The - I'll Be Home for Christmas

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pinwheelrecords · 7 years

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UPDATED RSD INVENTORY LIST!!!!!

We found a few stragglers (BEATLES! LINK WRAY! VENOM! SHOCKING BLUE!) and realized a few titles disappeared (Sorry Iron & Wine, Gary Clark, Jr., & "I Want You Back Again" Zombies fans!). We're also still waiting on a status on the David Bowie "BOWPROMO" release, so ask us about it when you come in.

Here's the list to follow:

Against Me--Stabitha Christie

Air--Le Soleil Est Pres De Moi

Allen Toussaint--Allen Toussaint Collection

Andre 3000--All Together Now

Atomic Bomb Band--Performing the Music of William Onyeabor

Balkans-Pedro Four-Way (Ft. Mike Watt--)Balkans-Pedro Four-Way

Banks & Steelz--Wild Season

The Beatles: Strawberry Fields Forever / Penny Lane

Ben Folds--Live in Perth

Big Star--Complete Third: Vol. 3 - Final Masters

Big Thief--Mythological Beauty

Bill Evans--Another Time: Hilversum Concert

Blowfly--Forever Fly

Bonnie 'Prince' Billy & Nathan Salsburg--Untitled ("Beargrass Song" + 2 EP)

Bruce Springsteen--HAMMERSMITH ODEON LONDON 75

Buddy Guy--Sick With Love / She Got It Together

The Cars--Live at the Agora 1978

Cleaners From Venus--Best Of

Coheed & Cambria--Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV V1

Corey Feldman--GO 4 IT

Count Five--Psychotic Reaction (Mono)

The Cure--Greatest Hits

The Cure--Greatest Hits Acoustic

Curtis Knight Feat. Jimi Hendrix--Live At George's Club

Danny Brown--Ain't It Funny

David Bowie--Cracked Actor (Live Los Angeles '74

)David Bowie--BOWPROMO Box Set

Deee-Lite--Groove is in the Heart/What Is Love

Dennis Wilson--Bambu (Caribou Sessions)

Dexter Gordon--Walk the Blues

Dillinger Escape Plan--Instrumentalist

Distillers--Coral Fang

Dolly Parton--Puppy Love

The Doors--Live at the Matrix 1967

Drive-By Truckers--Live in Studio

Easybeats--Vigil

Flaming Groovies & Dylan Gardner--Shake Some Action

Flaming Lips--Onboard the International Space Station

Fleetwood Mac--Alternate Mirage

Frank 'n' Dank & Jay Dee--The Jay Dee Tapes

Glenn Jones & Matthew Azevedo--Waterworks

Grateful Dead--P.N.E. Garden Auditorium, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada 7/29/66

Hamilton Leithauser & Rostam--Live at KCRW

Harry Nilsson--Nilsson Schmilsson

Hawkwind--Best of the United Artists Years 71-74

Jane's Addiction--Been Caught Stealing (Remix Version

)Jason Isbell & the 400 Unit--Live From Welcome to 1979

John WIlliams--Star Wars: A New Hope

Johnny Cash--Johnny Cash's Childrens Album

Ken Kesey--The Acid Test

Kevin Morby--Beautiful Strangers / No Place to Fall

The Kinks--All Day & All of the Night 7"

The Kinks--Got Love If You Want It 7"

Link Wray--Beans & Fatback

Lou Reed--PERFECT NIGHT:LIVE IN LONDON

Luna--Penthouse

Madonna--Dance Mix

Malvina Reynolds--Little Boxes and Magic Pennies: An Anthology Of Children's Songs (1960-1977)

Marcy Playground--Marcy Playground

Mark Mulcahy--Possum in the Driveway

Miley Cyrus--Bangerz

Moondog--Moondog

Motorhead--Clean Your Clock

Neil Young--Decade

Nico--Fata Morgana

No. 2--What Does Good Luck Bring

Notorious B.I.G--.Born Again

The Offspring--The Offspring

Patti Smith--Hey Joe/Piss Factory

Paul Shaffer & Bill Murray--Happy Street

Pearl Jam--State of Love & Trust / Breath

Peter Schilling--Major Tom

Peter Tosh--Legalize It!

Pink Floyd--LONDON 1966 - 1967

Pink Floyd--Interstellar Overdrive

Prince--Batdance

Prince--I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man

Prince--I Wish U Heaven

Prince--Partyman

Prince--Sign O' the Times

Prince--Pop Life

Prince--Little Red Corvette / 1999

Procol Harum--A Whiter Shade of Pale

R.L. Burnside--Long Distance Call: Europe Recordings, 1982

The Raincoats--The Fairytale in the Supermarket

Robert Johnson--The Centennial Collection: The Complete Recordings

Run the Jewels--Run the Jewels Tote Bag + Enamel Pins

Rush--CYGNUS X-1

Sharon Jones w/ E.L. Fields Gospel Wonders--Heaven Bound B/W Key to the Kingdom

Shocking Blue: At Home

Slick Rick--Great Adventures of Slick Rick + Childrens Book

The Smiths--The Boy With the Thorn in His Side

Snapcase--Lookinglasself

Son House--Live At Oberlin College, April 15, 1965

Spacemen 3--For All the Fucked Up Children

Spacemen 3--Recurring

Spacemen 3--Playing with Fire

Spoon--Hot Thoughts 12"

Stevie Nicks--Rarities

The Stooges--Heavy Liquid/The Album

Sun Ra--Janus

Sun Ra--Discipline 27-11

Sunny Day Real Estate--Rising Tide

Super Furry Animals--Fuzzy Logic

Superchunk--Cup of Sand

T. Rex--Rock N Roll EP

Talking Heads / Wildling--This Must Be the Place

Tegan & Sara--Under Feet Like Ours

Tegan & Sara / Regrettes--Back in Your Head

Television Personalities--The Painted Word

Television Personalities--Mummy You're Not Watching

Television Personalities--They Could Have Been Bigger Than the Beatles

Thelonious Monk--Les Liasisons Dangereuses 1960

Tolga Kashif--Kashif: Queen Symphony

Toto--Africa

Trans Am--California Hotel

Trevor Jones--The Dark Crystal: The 1982 Original Soundtrack

U2--Red Hill Mining Town

Vangelis--Blade Runner Soundtrack

Various--Fawlty Tours Soundtrack

Various--Just Say 50: Sire Records 50th Anniversary

Various--Nuggets: Come to the Sunshine

Various--Pineapple Express Soundtrack

Various--Really Rock 'Em Right: Sun Records Curated By Record Store Day Vol. 4

Various--Rough Guide to Bollywood: The Psychedelic Years

Various--Southwest Side Story

Various--Space Jam Soundtrack

Various--We're Gonna Have a Party! The Sound of Wand Records

Venom--At War With Satan

War on Drugs--Thinking of a Place

Wes Montgomery--Smokin' in Seattle: Live at the Penthouse

White Zombie--Gods on Voodoo Moon

The Zombies--A Rose For Emily/This Will Be Our Year

The Zombies--Broadcast 66 EP

Once again, super limited quantities on most of these titles!

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