#Juke Box Rhythm

[hollywoodcomet]

Musical Monday: Juke Box Rhythm (1959)

It’s no secret that the Hollywood Comet loves musicals. In 2010, I revealed I had seen 400 movie musicals over the course of eight years. Now that number is over 600. To celebrate and share this musical love, here is my weekly feature about musicals. This week’s musical: Juke Box Rhythm (1959) – Musical #360 Studio: Columbia Pictures Director: Arthur Dreifuss Starring: Jo Marrow, Jack Jones,…

[garudabluffs]

A legendary record producer–turned–brain scientist explains why you fall in love with music.

https://www.thisiswhatitsoundslike.com/

A new book explores how sweet spots in our brains steer us to different aspects of music.

With decades of experience mixing music, Berklee College of Music professor Susan Rogers is a multi-platinum record producer who worked on hits such as Prince’s “Purple Rain.” Her new book is titled "This is What it Sounds Like: What the Music You Love Says About You," which she co-authored with Ogi Ogas.

The book explores the seven dimensions of music that can give listeners a “jolt of pleasure,” Rogers says. Four apply to the music: melody, lyrics, rhythm and timbre, or the sound itself.

The other three esthetic dimensions apply to mediums like operas, movies, TV and novels. Authenticity speaks to “the expressive gestures are coming from,” she says, and novelty versus familiarity depends on whether we prefer groundbreaking art or something more familiar. Finally, there’s realism versus abstraction: preferring works that are grounded in reality or reflective of an imaginary world.

If you want to move your body, you select a song that makes you get up and dance. Or if you want poetry, you gravitate towards lyricists who resonate. And if you want to match or evoke a particular feeling, you select a record with a strong melody.

“Every single time we reach for that computer mouse or that button on our phone in order to play a song, that's indicative that your brain wants something. It's craving a certain kind of treat,” Rogers says. “And it knows from past experience the records in your playlist that are going to deliver that particular treat for you.”

Book excerpt: 'This Is What It Sounds Like'

LISTEN  10:41 READ MORE https://www.wbur.org/hereandnow/2022/10/17/this-is-what-it-sounds-like-book

Songs by Chapter  

Click on a record to find a virtual juke-box for songs in the chapte

https://www.thisiswhatitsoundslike.com/

Organized by Chapter

Chapter 1: Authenticity

Chapter 2: Realism

Chapter 3: Novelty

Chapter 4: Melody

Chapter 5: Lyrics

Chapter 6: Rhythm

Chapter 7: Timbre

Chapter 8: Form and Function

Chapter 9: Falling in Love

Coda

https://www.thisiswhatitsoundslike.com/songs

[audioloops24]

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[avernale]

Juke Box Hero

I hear this song on the radio enough that I've started imagining a "Happy Days"-inspired rhythm game where you play The Fonz.

And, no, you don't just hit one button ¬_¬ That's a media player, not a game.

[peacehopeandrats]

NaNo, prompt 8

Reminder that I am still taking asks for the remaining numbers: 3, 6, 10, and 20. I am also up to getting a few combinations meshed together for the last days of November. This has been a fun little experiment in opening myself up to revealing the rough side of my work and I thank everyone who has participated either by prompting or interacting with the finished product.

The winter festivities in Storybrooke lasted all day and into the night, with the usual members of Gideon's very extended family all gathering for a beginning of the season feast. It was the equivalent of an American Thanksgiving and since it fell on the day of that holiday, Gideon had begun his own yearly tradition of watching the New York parade before venturing out into the crowds of people he should feel most connected to.

There was something not quite binding him to one ritual or the other, though. He'd gone through his own, then followed along through the day in Storybrooke and now found himself hovering like a wall flower while music played in the jukebox and people gathered in semininterested clusters.

"Is this how Storybrooke 'celebrates' things?" He turned to his sister, who shrugged.

"Tradition, I guess. Everyone who was here before gets it. Can't say those of us from other places do."

Gideon did a quick head count. "Not many from other places hers. Just the two of us and a couple like Henry's family who ended up in Seattle."

"The Hatter's here," Alice pointed out. "Wonder how he made it to the party."

"I invited him " Gideon told her, rolling his eyes at her insatiable curiosity. "Grace works for me now, so she's as much a part of the Gold tradition as you and I have become. They belong here."

His sister let out a huff at that and stared out at the crowd. "It does seem like somethings missing though. It's so... serious."

"Only one way to deal with that," Gideon told her before slipping away to whisper into his fairy godmother ear.

"That's hardly what would be expected," she told him, though she smiled through the mild reprimand.

A minute later, the song on the juke box faded, changing instead to the one Cher had performed at the parade that morning. The upbeat tune had more dance club vibes than diner oldies feeling and it made everyone turn in circles as if thwy couldn't figure out where the change was coming from.

"What in the..." Regina's eyes narrowed a little, showing interest but confusion.

Elsewhere in the crowd, some of the party goers began to slightly move with.thw beat, but no one took it upon themselves to truly let loose.

"Come on," Gideon grabbed Jefferson and hauled him into the center of the room with one hand and Alice with the other. "No one is going to start unless we do."

Jefferson's eyes went so wide it was almost comical. "Are you sure changing their evening gathering should really be on the menu? Im a little long in the tooth to be doing this..."

Gideon didn't even blink. "You're not a horse," he said, hoping to draw a reaction that would put Jefferson into his more playful mode.

It worked. The other man glanced down at himself and pouted back. "Inthought I had SOMETHING to offer."

"We're the crazy ones," Alice pointed out, rolling her eyes at both of them and pretending the conversationwaant going on around her. "We're allowed to break traditions."

Gideon ignored the rest of their conversation, focusing instead on the lyrics. "It's tough outside, but it's love in here..." How was that not a theme of this particularly odd family unit?

Surprisingly, Grumpy and King David were the first to join the group on the newly created dance floor, followed immediately by Queen Snow, who happily writhed her way around her husband while her Dwarf friend hauled his brothers into what became something like a bowl of popcorn, with heads bobbing as the seven of them bounced up and down in place to the beat.

Eventually, there were more people moving to the rhythm than there were observing, and Gideon had to grin. Maybe he could help make change here after all.

P.s

Thanks for putting up with my worst word dump ever. This is so disjointed because I'm trying to write it in a minute or two between clients while I run around the world and try to make time for my family too.

For those of you who didnt see the parade, here's the viseo:

Here's the video in case you didn't see it in the parade.

[travelingtheusa]

GEORGIA

2023 Oct 2 (Mon) – We drove into Helen for lunch at Paul’s Margarita Deck.  Parking was $20 but they took that off the bill.  The margaritas were excellent.  We sat at a long counter facing the river and watched a couple of guys float by on their tubes.  Yesterday, the river was full of tubers.  Guess the weekend fun is over.

      After lunch, we walked next door to the Georgia Mountain Coaster and rode the cart down the track.  The damn thing was fast!  I kept hoping it wasn’t the wrong thing to eat first.  But everything stayed down and it was actually fun.

      At 5 p.m. we went to a travel meeting.  Group 1 made heavy hors d’oeuvres.  The briefing on our activities at the next campground was very confusing.  I will make up a calendar that makes more sense to me.  We were assigned to group 2.  We will leave at 9:30 a.m. and were assigned to be the leaders of the group.  There will be 3 other rigs with us.

2023 Oct 1 (Sun) – We stayed in for the morning.  At 4 p.m., we rode with Brenda & Rick into town.  The road was so congested yesterday with all the tourists that we decided to leave an hour early.  Taking a back road, we arrived at the parking lot in 15 minutes.  Lol.  Now, we had 45 minutes to kill.  We walked up to main street and walked among the crowd.  Diane (who rode with us), ran into the hat store and bought herself a hat. 

      At 5 p.m. we met the group at the Festhall.  Veterans got in for free.  The caravan paid for the rest of the group.  The hall was huge.  There were long rows of tables and chairs.  Those of us who went (many did not go), sat at two tables.  There was a live band.  The music was great.  Several of us got up and danced.  The best dancing took place when the band took an hour break and the juke box played line dances.  Brenda has absolutely no sense of rhythm.  Watching her dance made me sure I would look good (or least, not worse) than her.  We didn’t care who looked good or moved well.  We just all laughed and moved.

2023 Sep 30 (Sat) – The group went to Unicoi State Park and hiked to the Anna Ruby Falls.  It was a moderately strenuous hike uphill but when we got to the top, there were two waterfalls next to each other.  They both come down and fill the Smith Creek.  There were so many people hiking the trail.

2023 Sep 29 (Fri) – The group went to breakfast this morning at the Country Cottage.  It was a cafeteria type set up where we got plates and went down the row, asking for food items from the steam table.  We carpooled with Bill & Patty.

      We came back and Paul continued working around the RV.  The front cap is trying to separate from the rest of the RV and Paul is working on keeping it attached until we can find a new RV.  I am really looking forward to buying a new rig this January.

      At 3 pm, we went to a first timers session that John & Kathy were having.  We have never done anything special for people who are going on a caravan for the first time and wanted to see if that is something we want to do on our future caravans.  I don’t think there was much that went on that we would want to make it something to do.

      At 4:30 pm, we drove into Helen for dinner at the Hofbrauhaus.  The town is cute; very German.  Helen was a gold mining town.  When the gold ran out, they became a logging town.  When all the timber was gone, the town was in deep trouble.  The founders got together to try and figure out how to keep the town alive.  They decided to create a German town.  There is absolutely no connection to Germany but they did a great job creating the environment.  All the buildings are decorated in European fashion with bric a brac and white lights.  It’s cute with lots of restaurants and souvenir stores.  Very touristy.

      After dinner, Paul and I walked the town.  We bought a Christmas ornament, a hair garland for me, and a hat for Paul.  We came across a restaurant that advertised Paul’s Margarita Deck.

2023 Sep 28 (Thu) – It was a mad dash from Iowa to Georgia but we have arrived safely with our small convoy of followers.  Lol.  We left Iowa with 2 rigs following us. The next campground, we picked up another one.  Then, we picked up 2 more at the following campground.  Each day was a move to a new campground over 5 days.   We rolled in with 6 rigs (us included).  One of the members of our party came down with COVID.  They also had a problem with the hookup for their tow vehicle so they traveled separately to get it fixed and stay isolated.

       We are camped at Yonah Mountain Campground in Cleveland, Georgia.  So many states use other state’s city names.  Some use state or country names for their cities.  It can get very confusing.  At any rate, this campground is hilly and campsites are uneven.  It is pretty with lots of trees sprawled over a hillside.  There are 21 RVs on the Autumn in the Appalachians caravan.  We are just participants, enjoying the ride with everyone else.  No leading.  I did volunteer to be the jokester – tell a joke at the beginning of every travel meeting.  Paul volunteered to be the photographer for the caravan. 

      We had an orientation meeting tonight.  We got our jackets (red with the emblem embroidered on the chest), a lovely bag (also embroidered with the emblem of the caravan), a swinger, a pin, and our travel book.  After introductions and overview, we had lasagna for dinner.  There are 6 couples on the caravan who have never been on a caravan before.  Rick & Brenda, Joe & Diane, and Dennis & Terry have been on caravans with us before.  The Wagon Masters (John & Kathy) and Tail Gunners (Tony & Gina) were at the National Muster this year.  This promises to be a fun caravan.

[crushingdeath]

75 DOLLAR BILL + C JOYNES

Mon 4th Sep '23 @ The Blue Moon Doors 8pm, tickets £12 adv from here

75 DOLLAR BILL

Since their first (and only) Cambridge show for us back in 2017, Brooklyn’s 75 Dollar Bill have grown in stature to become one of the most respected units currently working in experimental rock. We are delighted to bring them back as part of this brief transatlantic trip.

Since forming some time in 2012, 75 Dollar Bill have mastered stripping down rock & roll to its elemental parts and rebuilding it in their own image. Percussionist Rick Brown eschews the drum kit, instead beating out lurching and insistent rhythms on a deeply resonating plywood box, accentuated with shakers, bells, and fragments of scrap metal. Over this, guitarist Che Chen teases out longform modulating riffs of modal blues on heavily-modified 12-string or quartertone instruments, with additional extended wailings from Brown on homemade reed instruments.

Augmented by a rotating cast of horn and string players as the 75 Dollar Bill Little Big Band, the duo still maintain the ensemble’s long-standing links with New York’s social music and community action movements. Musically, the band’s hypnotic, evolving grooves exist in a liminal state between Downtown minimalism, juke-joint boogie, African desert blues, free jazz, proto-punk and ecstatic Arabic chaabi.

If you have even the slightest interest in “other” music, catching 75 Dollar Bill is of paramount importance.

75dollarbill.bandcamp.com/

C JOYNES

You know the guy, local guitar enchanter and chutney wizard.

cjoynes.bandcamp.com

[copacetic-cutie]

My affection for you transcends the limits of this realm. Hopefully in the next lifetime the words will be enough and the metaphors will fit snug. That the gaps of our pride won’t get in the way and our mistakes won’t suffocate delicate words of praise.

My adoration does not adhere to the limits of seconds- knows not of timelines. In alluding the bounds duration, my adoration enjoys frequent travels to you. Making arrangements for us to leave small gifts in eachothers dreams. An “I miss you” on a steering wheel, an “I love you on a windowsill”, a song on a juke box that runs my hands through your hair.

On the days when the longing was especially sever I’d work harder and reached your spirit. I know we have this channel open, always feel your music-your concern. Knowing your sentiments for divine intervention, Id whisper to myself knowing the words on my lips would reach you. That they’d find your heart through the thickest mist on any rainy day-always. tell you I forgive you, but it hurts. I tell you still be tender, when I am tough.

When I need my words to reach you faster, i wrap them in urgency with memories. How we’d share the same breath between kisses. That my lungs still remember our rhythm

[deanwithscissors]

Home Sweet Home - Part 1

Title: Carpool

Pairing: Jensen X Reader (ofc)

Word Count: 3288

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol, drugs, dom/sub sexual encounter, anxiety, panic attacks, fluff, teasing

Summary: [Y/N] has to deal with the consequences and anxiety of her acceptance to a proposal

Home Sweet Home Masterlist

A/N: this is a re-write of this chapter, when i get notifications on this fic and i scan over it, i have awful urges to make changes, hence this re-write; og version

Despite the hot Texas night, the water clogged air could not dampen the reach of the blaring beat, bass and rhythm rumbling from oversized speakers scattered around the multi-million-dollar mansion that rattled the foundations. The chocolate brown-haired girl meekly clasped her coworkers hand as he escorted her through a sea of people. Reaching a below average height of five foot one, she was unable to see anything besides chests, shoulders and heads, he was her life jacket, helping her bob along the surface. The hazel-eyed charmer used his larger presence to make space, allowing them to slip through the mountains of humans.  

Finally reaching the shore of strangers, he pulled her from the water and they ascended the disgustingly oversized staircase. Nine-foot-wide stairs, most of them were draped in drunk twenty-something year old kids, half naked and making out and the rest were plastered with an unholy concoction of alcohol, and probably drugs too.

Split down the middle between terribly anxious and desperately horny, the units of alcohol circling [Y/N]’s body pushed her beyond her introvert boundaries, blurred the walls and moved the steps as her feet stumbled. She allowed a filthy grin to mark her face as the five foot eleven, shoulder-length haired boy sought some privacy in the anonymous mansion. Her inner temperature and core burned when they tumbled into a dark untouched bedroom, although once in, she was no longer untouched.

“Those tiny tits are mine!” he growled as his flat palms vigorously shoved her shoulders.

Expecting, but still unnerved by his aggression, she collapsed onto the bed, doe eyes glaring at him as he tore his shirt from his body and threw it across the room. Exactly what he planned on doing to her. He was extremely fit, full of visible muscles, protruding six pack, thick biceps, the whole lot, but she didn’t even notice, that wasn’t her thing. It was his hazel eyes, soft smile and floppy hair that gravitated her to him. His Canadian charm wrapped around her tightly and kept her content.  

“Seb, Chace— whoever— they can look all they fuckin’ want, but they ain’t gettin’ it, right? You’re my girl,” his face was contorted, vicious and directly in front of hers.  

“Yes Ta—“

“Try that again.”

“Yes Daddy,” she squeaked, her throat closing, lungs shrinking, head buzzing and stomach knotting. He descended onto her like spilled oil in the sea, his hands tearing at her t-shirt and flesh, ripping clothing from skin, leaving her bare before him.  

[Y/N] ejected from the mansions dream bed into her lonely double bed in the present, thighs tightly pressed together and arms wrapped around her chest like a shield. Just like in that moment her throat was ceased, her mouth bone dry, palms clammy and a blanket of cold sweat cradled her shaking body. Panic bubbled in stomach as her eyes searched the room for him, expecting, waiting, for him to show his face, but deep down she knew she was alone, somehow that thought didn’t comfort her.  

The familiar melody of Juke Box Hero by Foreigner echoed around the room, draining out the bass from the dream, as her cell alarm buzzed and jiggled across the nightstand. Holding back a tsunami of emotions and memories, she urged herself to list four things she could see; bed, mirror, window, outside world. Three things she could touch; bed covers, nightstand, cell. Two things she could hear; drums and the birds. And one thing she could smell; burst toast. The process took time as she forced her brain to focus, push down the nightmare and awake in the real world.  

Her therapist had told her about the grounding technique and most of the time, it was affective, at least at taking the edge off and reining her in from a full blown panic attack. Wishing she could hide under the duvet all day, her shoulders heaved as she gently sobbed to herself.

“Get up, get ready, go to work, get home. That’s it, then you’re home and alone for the night,’ she attempted to psych herself to face the world as she hauled back the covers and crawled out of hell into purgatory.  

It took [Y/N] an hour-long shower, involving consistent crying, a couple of panic attacks, a few meltdowns over clothing and a smashed glass to get ready. Dealing with the symptoms of anxiety was an everyday occurrence for her, but this morning, her anxiety levels were beyond the average day. Not only did she dream about a past she wished to forget and would now be plagued by it, today she had to face the consequences of her riled up bodies response to a simple question.

Hiding in an oversized jersey, she tugged at the rolled-up sleeves while darting from one foot to the other on the sidewalk. Beads of sweat dripped down her back, each tickle silently cursing her for being stupid enough to wear grey, the muggy morning air lazily brushing past making her pray today was over with. She could have said no to Jensen being the person she had to carpool with— that would have been the sensible option.

Jensen was the deadliest pretty boy she’d ever seen, and she had slipped for him while at a party, giving him permission to explore her mouth with his tongue, and it had been an amazing make out session. In the short time they were linked as one, she’d never been as aroused, a simple snog leaving her a panting mess and clutching her heaving chest. His soft moans and cheeky nips created a river between her legs, and he was hard, she felt it, thick and firm pressed against her leg, exaggerating her cravings and teasing her core to a whole other level she’d never experienced.

The morning after, [Y/N] scolded herself for being easy and careless, once again putting herself in a duplicate position, and this time around wouldn’t be any different, she was sure. For weeks she’d denied the feelings, the cravings for him, but the kiss brought reality to the surface and from then, she’d focused on spending less time with him, on and off set. She had attempted to say no to the offer of them carpooling, but the thought of being alone with Jensen twisted her insides in an aching need that she desired to the ends of the earth, so she had said yes.

Her legs quaked as a deafening rumble came from a bright red Dodge Hellcat that pulled up right beside her. The window rolled down and Jensen’s wide smile and white teeth peeked out.

“Mornin’,” he said eagerly. His thick thighs were straining the denim of his jeans, his biceps stretching the hem of his dark t-shirt, he wore a dark cap that was sadly the right way round and a pair of sunglasses, sinfully hiding his beautiful eyes.  

After swallowing the drool gathered in her mouth, twice, her shaky hand clenched the door handle. Catching her reflection on the half rolled down window, she questioned if she looked this bad when she left the apartment, instantly regretting her decision to carpool with Jensen as a gentle breeze blew stray hairs across her face and tickled her nose.  

Quickly darting into the passengers seat, the buzz flowing through her veins and making her head woozy couldn’t hide the smile that warmed her eyes and flashed her teeth. Thankful, but causing her to painfully squirm against the leather and suck on her own tongue, Jensen removed his sunglasses, popping the legs in and placing them on the dashboard. His blazing green eyes bore into her, soft dimples imprinting his cheeks and prominent canines slashed his lips; she could see through the tiniest slit that his tongue was pushed against the back of his teeth, a thing he did that sent her over the edge.  

The extreme scent of his cologne swamped the car and assaulted her nostrils, a hint of fresh zesty mandarin sent a shiver down her spine and the sandalwood aroma created a twinge between her legs. She stifled a quick moan by biting her lip as she was thrown back to being in his arms and between his legs at the party, their tongues on an adventure, then their hands exploring too, they groped hungrily and tipsily at one another in the corner of the kitchen.

He had side-eyed her as she slipped into the Dodge, her slim pins covered by skinny light blue denim jeans and a black and white pair of Vans emphasising her tiny feet. The rest of her small frame was hidden by an oversized jersey, a print of a familiar canine holding a slice of pizza plastered on the front.  

“Scooby-Doo? Good choice,” he smiled, raising his brows, gesturing towards her jersey.  

“The best,” she confirmed. The passenger's seat swallowed her, the seatbelt swamped her and she naturally tucked the belt under her arm, he hadn’t moved, he was still and staring at her. “Oh no, you're not one of those guys with all the strict car rules, are ya?”

“Nah, I'm actually a really cool guy,” he said without an ounce of arrogance.

“Oh, you are?” she teased.

“Yeah. For one, my shotgun has input on what music plays.”

“Wow, you're too good to be true,” she chuckled.

“Couldn't have gotten a better carpool buddy, huh?”

“Apparently not,” she blushed.

Jensen had the ability to make her feel extremely on edge, but also at ease, she felt comfortable and safe around him, but also as if she might throw up at any moment. He made her want to run as far away as possible from him, but also run straight into his arms. He was a deadly combination; funny, sweet, talented and good looking, although [Y/N] presumed the sweet would be pushed out by ego the more she got to know him. Pretty boys don’t do down to earth, it was always a front and she had already slipped into his sweet boy act once. He probably revelled in knowing she found him attractive, as well as every other girl out there. She would be just another kiss for him to tell.

She wasn’t unattractive, but she was at the base, a plain Jane, the girl next door. Five foot one, barely one hundred pounds, flat chest and ass to match, pale, with a freckled face, she did not stand out in a group of women; she did not exude sexy. Her legs were short, dips in her hips, breasts that were slightly too far apart, her nose was not a sharp button, but rounded, her top lip was thinner than her bottom and her left ear stuck out unevenly and boldly.

Jensen on the other hand, was a walking model, his face was almost perfectly proportioned, he had a strong jawline, slight butt-chin, a chiselled nose, even the slight kink in it didn’t affect his beauty, scorching green eyes, perfectly styled dirty blonde hair, supple plush lips and a sprinkling of freckles that she counted every opportunity. He was six foot one with broad shoulders, tight biceps, toned abs and bowed legs, that somewhat made him even more attractive.

“I ah— got you coffee,” Jensen muttered. Even when he was being quiet, his tone was rustic and deep. “I hope I got the right one. Iced blonde vanilla latte?”

“That’s the one, how’d you know?” a giddy cheeriness flooded her body as if because he knew which coffee she liked that meant something, which obviously it didn’t. Well, nothing besides being a nice coworker.

“I did the coffee run one time,” he shrugged nonchalantly before he checked the side mirror and pulled away from the curb when it was clear.

“Thanks.” She sucked her iced coffee through the green plastic straw, the coolness slathering her tongue and sliding down her throat. “It’s the only thing that wakes me up in the mornings. Well, besides sex, but I’m not getting that, so—“ her mouth moved faster than her thoughts. When her brain caught up, she bit her tongue while an inferno flushed her face. Skin on fire, perspiration gathering around her hairline and beads of sweat laced the crease of her spine. Avoiding Jensen’s eyes, she nibbled the end of the straw then chewed on her cheek, then chewed on her lip. The air was as thick as porridge, the carseat was covered in glue and she was firmly stuck to the spot as she bit her tongue.

“I don’t do mornings either,” Jensen broke the silence with a soft alleviating tone, that somehow made her feel calmer, but also more uptight. Subconsciously, her knees started rattling against one another, he could not only see her anxiety, but he could feel it, it seeped from her like radiation. “Coffee is good, but yeah, morning sex is better.” He tried to brush past her comment which had obviously embarrassed her, but she kept rocking. “So shotgun, what do you want to listen to? I hope you have good music taste.”

“I have the best taste in music,” she announced proudly, “but do you?” she cocked a brow directly at him, thankful the conversation had moved on.   “CDs are in the glovebox, judge for yourself,” he tried to hide his anxiety through playful teasing, but his voice wavered for a second and she’d caught it, his nervousness comforting her like a squeeze on the shoulder.  

The apprehension had dissipated from inside the vehicle and [Y/N] was now more relaxed, she had her legs crossed on the seat and placed the bulky case of CDs on her lap.

“So, are you the type to order your CDs, or, are you messy?” she analysed his sculpted face with soft features, but he kept a strong poker face. “Well, I think, you’ve gotta be a chaotic mess.”

[Y/N] flipped open the chunky case, the first CD presented through the clear plastic was; Pieces Of Eight by Styx, a pleasantly surprised ‘oh,’ slipped between her lips. Flipping again, she named the bands as they were shown to her, “Foreigner, Journey, AC/DC,” she continued as they pulled up to a red light, her body gently swaying as they came to a halt. “Foo Fighters— real good shout there, Metallica, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Def Leppard, Led Zeppelin, Linkin Park, Aerosmith, Nirvana. Oh god, Limp Bizkit...” she scoffed, “I hate that I like them. I’ll tell ya, I can’t drive, but if I could, this would totally be my CD collection.” She hadn’t even searched the whole case, but they had months of driving to work together, so she was sure they’d make their way through the lot.

“So, you approve?” Jensen asked. For almost twenty solid seconds, their matching— although a different tone of — green eyes remained locked on each other.

“The first thing I see is Styx, they’re my favourite, so yeah,” she beamed, “you do have good taste in music, Ackles. I’m a little surprised you’re a neat guy though, but I like it.”

“Struck lucky getting me as a carpool buddy, huh?” his eyebrows raised and dropped rapidly.

“Coffee and classic rock, so far, yes. No complaints,” she said, stifling a giggle while her fingers twisted together.  

The traffic light flashed green and Jensen pushed his foot onto the gas pedal. Each minute with him eased her tight muscles and stiff bones as he continuously made her laugh and blush on the way to work, it was like the sweetest torture someone could bestow upon you and she was rolling in it.  

“Oh I almost forgot—“ she said, enthusiastically diving into the footwell and rummaging in her bag, pulling out a crinkling packet. “—I know how much you like them, so thought it’d be a good present, y’know for inconveniencing you by taking me to work.”

“Gummy bears? Oh they are my favourite!” Jensen said, a wide smile crinkling his eyes and lifting his cheeks, “thanks so much! These’ll be gone by the time we get there—“ his fingers tore at the plastic, his force a little too strong, splitting the container almost in half and sending gummy bears into the air then crashing to the floor; they landed in the footwell, under the seats, on the seats and on his lap. “Oh fuck!” he spat, taking his eyes from the rode for a second to peer down at the mess he’d created.  

As he bent down, [Y/N] stopped him, “nonono, you just keep your eyes on the road, I’ll pick them up.”  

“Okay ma’am,” he conceded as he leaned back in the seat, his thighs widening a little and allowing a gummy bear, or two, to fall between the gap and under his ass.

“I’m not getting those ones,” she laughed, tearing her eyes from his crotch to look at his beautiful face.

“That’s a shame,” he said, voice low and husky, wearing a sinful, cheeky and alluring smirk, with the slightest cocked brow and most intense penetrating glare.

Heart fluttering in her chest, lungs bouncing off her rib cage and stomach doing summersaults, she said, “well if you lift your hips, I’ll be able to get them.” As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them, but she couldn’t miss the opportunity of being so close to him.

The windows were down and air con blasting, but the air thickened and temperature tripled. Without a word, Jensens ass lifted off the seat, his hips rising in the air, “go on then,” he encouraged.  

With a nervous limb, her arm dived between his open legs, touched down on the leather and slid under his ass. With such a little arm, she had to lean in closer, her face inching closer to his crotch, anxious and embarrassed she flipped her head to look at the pedals and continued to reach. A knot formed in her lower abdomen, twisting her organs and sending waves of lust gushing through her body and numbing her fingers as her cheek lay flush against his thigh.

Jensen inhaled sharply, his muscles freezing and heart pounding. “By the way, it’s not an inconvenience,” he said, trying to distract himself, push down his arousal and refrain from getting hard.  

Her neck snapped round, her other cheek now resting on his thigh, while her eyes were directly in front of his crotch, which she was sure was stirring. Finally getting her hands on the sticky gummy bears, she yanks her hand out and melts into her own chair, able to breathe again.

“Kinda glad to have someone along for the lonely ride, y’know?” his eyes went back to the road, a soft smile tugging at his lips, a sting twitch stretching in his pants. “In a few days, you’ll be seeking a new carpool buddy anyway.”

“Yeah? You think you’ll annoy me before I annoy you?” she accused.

“I guess we’ll find out, huh?” he prompted.

“I guess so, Ackles.”

For the rest of the ride, the pair sang their hearts out along to the chosen songs Jensen allowed [Y/N] to control. Her folded arms rested on edge of the window frame, head sticking out of the open hole like a dog, long burning-orange curls dancing in the wind, her ass the shape of a heart, but flipped, small and round. He kept stealing glances while she was unaware, wishing this moment would last forever, knowing it would be seared in his brain until the end of time. He scolded himself for looking, mind wandering to filthy places with the redhead, but he just couldn’t help himself, she was insatiable and made it hard to breathe, sent his brain into overdrive, something was triggered deep down inside and it all but consumed him.  

[odk-2]

Carl Perkins - Gone, Gone, Gone (1955) Carl Perkins from: "Let the Juke Box Keep on Playing" / "Gone, Gone, Gone"

Rockabilly | 1st Wave Rock and Roll

JukeHostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Personnel: Carl Perkins: Vocals / Guitar James Buck Perkins: Rhythm Guitar Quinton Claunch: Electric Guitar Lloyd Clayton Perkins: Bass W.S. ''Fluke'' Holland: Drums

Producer and Engineer: Sam Phillips

Recorded: @ The Sun Studio, 706 Union Avenue in Memphis, Tennessee USA on July 11, 1955

Released: on October 22, 1955

Sun Record Company (10" 78 RPM Shellac) (7" 45 RPM Vinyl)

[phantom-curve]

happy second birthday! 5 for juke, any au of your choice?

Thank you! Please enjoy some mildly angsty but ultimately extremely soft Juke cuddles, set in a post-canon AU where Julie brought the boys back to life.

#5: feeling their pulse

Sometimes, when she woke up in the middle of the night and was still stuck in that place where dreams felt like reality and reality felt like a dream, Julie forgot that the boys were okay now. She forgot about the hug and the stamps floating out of their skin, dissolving into the ether as if they had never existed in the first place. She forgot about the magic that had slowly but surely brought her boys back to life, real life, like blood pumping, lungs expanding, aging just like everyone else life. She forgot about the paperwork and the reunions with Luke’s parents and Bobby-no-wait-Trevor Wilson, and the completely mind-boggling realization that she got to keep them, forever, safe and sound right at her side. Because it still didn’t feel real. People died. It was a fact of life, and something Julie had learned to accept when she lost her mom way too early. People did not come back to life because of the power of friendship and love. Except her Phantoms did.

It was on those nights that Julie would go searching for Luke. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she always seemed to be able to find him no matter where he was.

Alex and Reggie weren’t fully ready to find their families again. Coming back to life itself was a big enough change for Alex. Throw in the fact that he had gotten to bring Willie along with him, and he wasn’t quite ready to add anything else to the mix just yet. Reggie did want to find out whatever had happened to his family, but Julie knew that he was also kind of okay with existing in the unknown for the time being. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, and he was trying to decide if it would be worth the risk of learning something devastating that he would have otherwise not known.  

So, two of the boys stayed with the Molina’s. Ray had upgraded things in the studio, creating a space for Alex that was safe and private so he could be close when he wanted to and alone when he needed it. Reggie had moved into the house, not only because Carlos had practically begged him, but also because he preferred being surrounded by the family as much as he could. Luke told Julie it was probably because their family was the kind he had always dreamed of, loving and supportive and not always on the brink of arguing over nothing.

Luke, on the other hand, had mostly moved back into his parent’s house. There were some growing pains, especially because Emily and Mitch were still just generally adjusting to the fact that the son they had mourned for 25 years was back in the land of the living, but also because for Luke, those years hadn’t really happened. The fights and relationship struggles were still fresh for him, even if his parents had mostly forgotten them. Which meant that Luke still spent a lot of time either in the studio or crashing on the Molina’s couch. Julie didn’t mind, particularly on nights like tonight when she needed the solid reminder of his presence to convince herself that he wasn’t about to disappear from her life permanently and without warning.

Luke seemed to know she was coming before she appeared. He had fallen asleep on the living room couch after a late night Super Smash Brothers tournament with Reggie and Carlos, but by the time she was tiptoeing into the room, nothing but the hallway nightlight to guide her, he was sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He smiled softly at her when she entered the room.

“Hey Jules, I thought I heard you wake up.”

Julie didn’t hesitate to join him on the couch, leaning into his side when he lifted an arm in invitation. Luke leaned back against the couch, pulling her close as he wrapped the blanket around both of them. Julie let her head fall to rest on his chest, just above his heart, the steady beat echoing in her ears. She smiled when she heard it pick up, still in awe of the fact that she did that to him. Luke sighed, the sound tinged with contentment, as if his night hadn’t been quite right until she had found her way into his arms.

“Did you have another dream?”

His words were hushed, soft against her scalp as he traced his fingertips up and down her arm. She tried not to huff in response.

“Am I not allowed to cuddle you just because I want to? Do I have to have a bad dream to make it okay?”

Luke’s arm squeezed her close, his heart stuttering and then racing even faster than before.

“N-no, of course not. You know I’m always here for you. I just...wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Guilt crawled like lead through her veins. Julie blinked away the sudden tears that seemed to spring up out of nowhere, reaching across his chest to grab his unoccupied hand and pull it close. She didn’t look into his eyes as she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, her pointer and middle finger coming to rest against his radial artery, the thrumming of his pulse pumping fast and furious through his veins. She let the rhythm consume her, let it soak into her own skin as a reassurance that he was here. He was alive, real flesh and bones beneath her touch, and he was going to stay that way for as long as she had anything to say about it. Luke didn’t comment, but she knew he knew what she was doing.

“I just forget sometimes,” she whispered into the quiet room, finally dragging her eyes to his so she could drown in the sea green depths of his gaze. “I wake up and it’s like, I can’t believe it’s actually real. It’s too good to be true. And then I panic, because what if it was all just something I made up, some way of coping with my mom’s death and everything else, and I can’t even trust myself to know that you’re real.”

Julie shuddered against him, that very real fear still lurking a little too close to the surface.

“I just...needed a little reminder.”

His blood pumped sure and steady underneath the pressure of her touch. He was here. He was alive.Luke’s arms hauled her impossibly closer, body shifting to sweep her legs out from under her so that she was forced to practically lie on top of him. He wriggled slightly, so he was further underneath her instead of next to her and buried his face into the top of her head, inhaling deeply like he also needed a physical reminder of her existence. She felt the pressure of his lips against her hair, let the touch burn a fiery path along her spine.

“I’m here, Julie. I’m right here.”

Forever.

The sentiment went unspoken, but it hung between them, heavy with implication and promise. Luke wasn’t going anywhere, not as long as there was a beat to his heart or a thought in his brain. Julie knew that, logically. He had sworn it over and over again, even before the boys had actually come back to life. To the ends of the Earth, he had sung, stealing lines from a Lord Huron song and twisting them to meet his purpose, I will follow you.

He was humming now, under his breath, the sound weaving its way into Julie’s ears and lulling her to sleep within the comfort of his embrace. Not a song stolen from the radio this time, but one of their songs. One of her songs, written for him and stuffed into her dream box back when she still viewed them as an impossibility, separated by time and circumstance. The universe had different plans it seemed, a chance for true love to triumph after all.

We create a perfect harmony.

The beat of his heart slowed, the feel of it underneath her fingers mellowing into a more familiar pattern. One that spelled out the sound of home, forever and always with her.

[maddieladner1999]

My fav glee covers ever

Somebody to love

It’s my life / confessions

Hate on me

Lean on me

Jessie’s girl

The boy is mine

Bohemian rhapsody

Stronger

River deep, mountain high

Lucky

Start me up/ livin on a prayer

Marry you

Bills bills bills

Blame it on the alcohol

Landslide

Misery

Somewhere only we know

I don’t wanna know

Songbird

Rolling in the deep

Isn’t she lovely

Pretending (is that a cover or original)

Uptown girl

You and I/ you and I

Rumor has it/ someone like you

I will survive/ survivor

Wanna be starting something

Bad

Smooth criminal

Cough syrup

Here’s to us

Disco inferno

More than a women

Stayin Alive

How will I know

So emotional

Shake it out

It’s all coming back to me now

Paradise by the dashboard light

We are the champions

New York State of mind

Chasing pavements

Boys / boyfriend

Crazy/ you drive me crazy

Give your heart a break

The scientist

Juke box hero

Everybody talks

Some nights

Homeward bound / home

Come see about me

Locked out of heaven

Love song

Don’t stop me now

You’re all I need to get by

Old time rock n roll

Unchained melody

The bitch is back/ dress you up

Cold hearted

Against all odds

Don’t stop believin (season 4)

We will rock you

Signed sealed delivered I’m yours

Superstition

Uptight (everything’s alright)

All or nothing

Drive my car

Here comes the sun

Hey Jude 

Marry the night

Movin out

Piano man

My life

An innocent man

Nasty/ rhythm nation

Don’t rain on my parade (season 5)

Brave

Gloria

More than a feeling

Still haven’t found what I’m looking for

Toxic (season 5)

Valerie (season 5)

Just give me a reason

Doo wop (that thing)

Suddenly Seymour

Mustang sally

Problem

Hand in my pocket / I feel the earth move

It must of been love

All out of love

At last

I want to break free

Break free

Listen to your heart

Take me to church

Pony

I lived

[angelhummel]

once again i spent hours of my life answering >5000 questions in order to sort almost all of the glee songs ever (there’s 683 songs in the sorter when there’s over 700 on the show) anyway if you wanna see my rankings for those then check it out <3 [also here’s the sorter!]

1 Being Alive 2 Rose's Turn 3 Baby, It's Cold Outside 4 Le Jazz Hot 5 Maybe This Time 6 And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going 7 Come What May 8 To Sir, With Love 9 As If We Never Said Goodbye 10 Valerie 11 Somewhere Only We Know 12 Cough Syrup 13 Teenage Dream 14 Not The Boy Next Door 15 It's Too Late 16 It's My Life / Confessions Part II 17 Start Me Up / Livin' On A Prayer 18 When I Get You Alone 19 The Happening 20 The Boy Is Mine 21 Home 22 Don't You Want Me 23 How Will I Know 24 Bad Romance 25 Not While I'm Around 26 Scream 27 Shake It Out 28 On My Own 29 Hate On Me 30 Bills, Bills, Bills 31 4 Minutes 32 True Colors 33 There Are Worse Things I Could Do 34 Go Your Own Way 35 Jessie's Girl 36 Proud Mary 37 Tongue Tied 38 Last Christmas 39 Somebody Loves You 40 Back To Black 41 Sweet Transvestite 42 For Good 43 At The Ballet 44 Gloria 45 Blame It (On The Alcohol) 46 Like A Prayer 47 So Emotional 48 Misery 49 Nasty / Rhythm Nation 50 Toxic 51 Don't Speak 52 Born This Way 53 Dog Days Are Over 54 Defying Gravity 55 Last Name 56 Womanizer 57 I Will Always Love You 58 Broadway Baby 59 The Lady Is A Tramp 60 I'm A Slave 4 U 61 Centerfold / Hot In Herre 62 Thriller / Heads Will Roll 63 Bust Your Windows 64 Candyman 65 Brave 66 Boys / Boyfriend 67 The Scientist 68 The Scientist (Acapella) 69 Dream On 70 Hey Jude 71 I Lived 72 I'm Still Here 73 I Believe In A Thing Called Love 74 Me Against The Music 75 Like A Virgin 76 My Man 77 Everybody Wants To Rule The World 78 I Have Nothing 79 Blackbird 80 Got To Get You Into My Life 81 Animal 82 3 83 I Follow Rivers 84 Just The Way You Are 85 Constant Craving 86 Don't Stop Me Now 87 Hung Up 88 Let's Have A Kiki 89 Love Shack 90 Marry The Night 91 Hit Me With Your Best Shot / One Way Or Another 92 It's Not Right, But It's Okay 93 I Want To Hold Your Hand 94 All You Need Is Love 95 Getting Married Today 96 Don't Rain On My Parade 97 Don't Stop Believin' (Regionals) 98 We've Got Tonite 99 Smooth Criminal 100 Uptown Girl 101 Sway 102 If I Die Young 103 No One Is Alone 104 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee 105 No Scrubs 106 Mamma Mia 107 Papa Don't Preach 108 Teenage Dream (Acoustic Version) 109 Santa Baby 110 We Found Love 111 Roar 112 She's Not There 113 Spotlight 114 The Way You Look Tonight/You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile 115 Some Nights 116 Rumour Has It / Someone Like You 117 You Make Me Feel So Young 118 You Keep Me Hangin' On 119 I'll Stand By You (Amber) 120 Hand In My Pocket / I Feel The Earth Move 121 Crazy / U Drive Me Crazy 122 Funny Girl 123 Cold Hearted 124 Keep Holding On 125 Bye Bye Bye / I Want It That Way 126 I Know Where I've Been 127 I Kissed A Girl (Season Six) 128 Hopelessly Devoted To You 129 Homeward Bound / Home 130 Into The Groove 131 Hold On 132 Tell Him 133 Nutbush City Limits 134 Because You Loved Me 135 Perfect 136 Cherish / Cherish 137 Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) 138 Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead 139 You Are The Sunshine Of My Life 140 Tik Tok 141 The Safety Dance 142 Oops!... I Did It Again 143 Run Joey Run 144 Time Warp 145 Something's Coming 146 Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go 147 The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face 148 Vogue 149 Downtown 150 Diva 151 Dancing With Myself 152 Rockstar 153 Wrecking Ball 154 We Are Young 155 I Saw Her Standing There 156 Jumpin', Jumpin' 157 Just Can't Get Enough 158 Take Me To Church 159 Wannabe 160 It's All Over 161 Take Me Home Tonight 162 If I Were A Boy 163 Landslide 164 Pompeii 165 The Bitch Is Back / Dress You Up 166 Christmas Wrapping 167 Buenos Aires 168 Call Me Maybe 169 You Can't Stop The Beat 170 Seasons Of Love 171 Safety Dance 172 Dream A Little Dream 173 Alfie 174 I Want To Break Free 175 Baby One More Time 176 A House Is Not A Home 177 Daydream Believer 178 I Don't Know How To Love Him 179 Hungry Like The Wolf / Rio 180 Suddenly Seymour 181 People 182 Silly Love Songs 183 Love Song 184 Shout It Out Loud 185 Some People 186 One Of Us 187 Sing! 188 Up Up Up 189 Torn 190 Popular 191 This Is The New Year 192 Paradise By The Dashboard Light 193 Let It Snow 194 Let It Be 195 Never Can Say Goodbye 196 Touch A Touch A Touch A Touch Me 197 La Isla Bonita 198 Tightrope 199 My Love Is Your Love 200 Love Is A Battlefield 201 Losing My Religion 202 Total Eclipse Of The Heart 203 This Time 204 I Dreamed A Dream 205 Leaving On A Jet Plane 206 Locked Out Of Heaven 207 Chandelier 208 Girl On Fire 209 Telephone 210 Don't Cry For Me Argentina 211 Human Nature 212 Halo / Walking On Sunshine 213 Anything Goes / Anything You Can Do 214 Make You Feel My Love 215 Stronger 216 Nowadays / Hot Honey Rag 216 Pumpin' Blood 218 Papa Can You Hear Me? 219 Summer Nights 220 Sweet Caroline 221 Superstition 222 We Will Rock You 223 Alone 224 Hello, I Love You 225 Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now) 226 A Hard Day's Night 227 Mine 228 My Prerogative 229 Beauty School Drop Out 230 My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It) 231 Extraordinary Merry Christmas 232 Every Breath You Take 233 Express Yourself 234 Everybody Talks 235 Everytime 236 Marry You 237 Moves Like Jagger / Jumpin' Jack Flash 238 My Favorite Things 239 Santa Claus Is Coming To Town 240 River Deep, Mountain High 241 My Life Would Suck Without You 242 Be Okay 243 Applause 244 Cool 245 All I Want For Christmas Is You 246 American Boy 247 Cell Block Tango 248 Breakaway 249 Don't Dream It's Over 250 Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) 251 Whatever Happened To Saturday Night? 252 Without You 253 Science Fiction Double Feature 254 Loser Like Me 255 I Kissed A Girl 256 I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You 257 I Can't Go For That (No Can Do) / You Make My Dreams 258 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 5) 259 Empire State Of Mind 260 Old Time Rock & Roll / Danger Zone 261 Take My Breath Away 262 You Get What You Give 263 Take On Me 264 Beautiful 265 It's Time 266 ABC 267 Afternoon Delight 268 Don't Stand So Close To Me / Young Girl 269 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 1) 270 Colorblind 271 Cool Kids 272 Dancing Queen 273 Songbird 274 Somebody That I Used To Know 275 Singing In The Rain / Umbrella 276 I Feel Pretty / Unpretty 277 Borderline / Open Your Heart 278 In My Life 279 I'm Still Standing 280 Blow Me (One Last Kiss) 281 Do Ya Think I'm Sexy? 282 Do They Know It's Christmas? 283 Mustang Sally 284 Pinball Wizard 285 Anything Could Happen 286 America 287 Any Way You Want It 288 Higher Ground 289 Flashdance... What A Feeling 290 My Life 291 Let It Go 292 If I Can't Have You 293 L-O-V-E 294 Closer 295 Addicted To Love 296 Heroes 297 A Boy Like That 298 Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend / Material Girl 299 Holding Out For A Hero 300 Dinosaur 301 Disco Inferno 302 Party All The Time 303 Raise Your Glass 304 Push It 305 Lean On Me 306 Pure Imagination 307 Lovefool 308 Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' 309 Americano / Dance Again 310 All Of Me 311 At Last 312 Promises, Promises 313 Hair / Crazy In Love 314 Happy Xmas (War Is Over) 315 Chasing Pavements 316 Don't You (Forget About Me) 317 Love Child 318 School's Out 319 Poker Face 320 Boogie Shoes 321 Bootylicious 322 I Love New York / New York, New York 323 One Less Bell To Answer 324 Signed, Sealed, Delivered I'm Yours 325 Rehab 326 I Don't Want To Know 327 Shout 328 I'm The Greatest Star 329 I Love It 330 Never Say Never 331 Juke Box Hero 332 One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer 333 Glad You Came 334 For Once In My Life 335 Here Comes The Sun 336 Baby It's You 337 Drive My Car 338 Last Friday Night 339 Roots Before Branches 340 The Only Exception 341 Survivor / I Will Survive 342 All Or Nothing 343 Time After Time 344 You're The One That I Want 345 Yeah! 346 Starships 347 You've Got To Hide Your Love Away 348 Story Of My Life 349 Something 350 We Need A Little Christmas 351 Gold Digger 352 Beth 353 Fighter 354 Forget You 355 How To Be A Heartbreaker 356 Get Back 357 Love You Like A Love Song 358 There's A Light (Over At The Frankenstein Place) 359 We Got The Beat 360 Make 'Em Laugh 361 Sing 362 U Can't Touch This 363 Try A Little Tenderness 364 Pony 365 On Our Way 366 Lucky Star 367 Loser 368 Over The Rainbow 369 Outcast 370 Stop! In The Name Of Love / Free Your Mind 371 What Makes You Beautiful 372 Will You Love Me Tomorrow / Head Over Feet 373 Wide Awake 374 Wishin' And Hoping 375 Yesterday 376 Out Here On My Own 377 You're All The World To Me 378 Somethin' Stupid 379 Someday We'll Be Together 380 River 381 The Longest Time 382 Somebody To Love 383 The Edge Of Glory 384 The Most Wonderful Day Of The Year 385 Lucky 386 Memory 387 Mary's Boy Child 388 Longest Time 389 My Dark Side 390 Taking Chances 391 The First Noël 392 Smile 393 Celebrity Skin 394 All That Jazz 395 A Thousand Years 396 Big Girls Don't Cry 397 Ain't No Way 398 Don't Sleep In The Subway 399 Doo Wop (That Thing) 400 Don't Stop 401 Uptight (Everything's Alright) 402 New York State Of Mind 403 Turning Tables 404 Vacation 405 Fire 406 Hold It Against Me 407 I've Gotta Be Me 408 Endless Love 409 Run The World (Girls) 410 Saving All My Love For You 411 Give Up The Funk 412 I Am Changing 413 I Melt With You 414 I Could Have Danced All Night 415 Fat Bottomed Girls 416 Hot For Teacher 417 Never Going Back Again 418 Imagine 419 Jolene 420 Arthur's Theme 421 Damn It, Janet 422 Control 423 Barracuda 424 Copacabana 425 Barely Breathing 426 I Look To You 427 Come Sail Away 428 Jump 429 Clarity 430 Friday I'm In Love 431 Jar Of Hearts 432 It's Not Unusual 433 Footloose 434 Here Comes Santa Claus 435 Happy Days Are Here Again / Get Happy 436 Help! 437 Greased Lightning 438 Hell To The No 439 All Out Of Love 440 (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman 441 Candles 442 All By Myself 443 Hello Goodbye 444 It's A Man's Man's Man's World 445 I Say A Little Prayer 446 It Must Have Been Love 447 Just Give Me A Reason 448 Come See About Me 449 Born To Hand Jive 450 I Want To Know What Love Is 451 I Wish 452 I'll Remember 453 Get It Right 454 (I've Had) The Time Of My Life 455 I'll Stand By You (Cory) 456 Forever Young 457 A Change Would Do You Good 458 Smile (Charlie Chaplin song) 459 Best Day Of My Life 460 An Innocent Man 461 Dreams 462 All About That Bass 463 Home (originally by Michael Bublé) 464 Black Or White 465 Baby 466 Bad 467 Problem 468 Oh Chanukah 469 What Kind Of Fool 470 Wings 471 You're My Best Friend 472 You're All I Need To Get By 473 White Christmas 474 Whenever I Call You Friend 475 Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' 476 What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger) 477 Wedding Bell Blues 478 More Than A Feeling 479 More Than A Woman 480 Our Day Will Come 481 P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) 482 Here's To Us 483 Honesty 484 Hall Of Fame 485 It's All Coming Back To Me Now 486 Teach Your Children 487 Night Fever 488 What The World Needs Now 489 Listen 490 Let Me Love You 491 Live While We're Young 492 Light Up The World 493 Trouty Mouth 494 Werewolves Of London 495 Kiss 496 Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 497 Movin' Out (Anthony's Song) 498 Mickey 499 Mean 500 Mercy 501 Merry Christmas Darling 502 Let's Wait Awhile 503 Man In The Mirror 504 Rather Be 505 Rise 506 Good Vibrations 507 Faithfully 508 Firework 509 How Deep Is Your Love 510 Fix You 511 Fire And Rain 512 Give Your Heart A Break 513 Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree 514 Little Girls 515 Cry 516 Bust A Move 517 Bridge Over Troubled Water 518 Bring Him Home 519 Cheek To Cheek 520 Break Free 521 As Long As You're There 522 Big Ass Heart 523 Bitch 524 Bamboleo / Hero 525 Away In A Manger 526 Deck The Rooftop 527 Christmas Eve With You 528 Angels We Have Heard On High 529 Creep 530 Crush 531 Make No Mistake, She's Mine 532 Lose My Breath 533 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise) 534 What I Did For Love 535 Wake Me Up 536 Thousand Miles 537 Take A Bow 538 Still Got Tonight 539 The Music Of The Night 540 Stereo Hearts 541 The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late) 542 Take Me Or Leave Me 543 I'm The Only One 544 Isn't She Lovely 545 I Just Can't Stop Loving You 546 I'll Never Fall In Love Again 547 Unchained Melody 548 You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch 549 You Have More Friends Than You Know 550 You Should Be Dancing 551 I'm His Child 552 You Learn / You've Got A Friend 553 Somewhere 554 So Far Away 555 Uptown Funk 556 The Winner Takes It All 557 They Long To Be Close To You 558 Tonight 559 Being Good Isn't Good Enough 560 You May Be Right 561 To Love You More 562 Don't Wanna Lose You 563 Do You Hear What I Hear? 564 Ice Ice Baby 565 Don't Go Breaking My Heart 566 Don't Make Me Over 567 I Won't Give Up 568 I'll Be Home For Christmas 569 I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For 570 I Still Believe / Super Bass 571 I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) 572 I Want You Back 573 Father Figure 574 Everybody Hurts 574 Gangnam Style 576 We Are The Champions 577 Stayin' Alive 578 Superman 579 The Rose 580 Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel) 581 Fly / I Believe I Can Fly 582 Gives You Hell 583 I Love L.A. 584 Mr. Roboto / Counting Stars 585 O Holy Night 586 Only The Good Die Young 587 One 588 Silent Night 589 Piano Man 590 Sexy And I Know It 591 Sgt. Pepper's Lonley Hearts Club Band 592 Pretending 593 Physical 594 Danny's Song 595 Stand 596 The Final Countdown 597 You Can't Always Get What You Want 598 You Are Woman, I Am Man 599 You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' 600 Your Song 601 Say 602 No Air 603 Need You Now 604 No Surrender 605 Piece Of My Heart 606 Thong Song 607 Blurred Lines 608 Another One Bites The Dust 609 I Was Here 610 Bella Notte 611 I Know What Boys Like 612 God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 613 Glory Days 614 Friday 615 More Than Words 616 Waiting For A Girl Like You 617 Welcome Christmas 618 You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) 619 You Give Love A Bad Name 620 We Built This City 621 Whistle 622 Who Are You Now? 623 You And I / You And I 624 Take Care Of Yourself 625 Tell Me Something Good 626 The Rain In Spain 627 Can't Fight This Feeling 628 Jingle Bell Rock 629 In Your Eyes 630 Hello 631 Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) 632 I Only Have Eyes For You 633 Jingle Bells 634 Joy To The World 635 I Wanna Sex You Up 636 Fight For Your Right (To Party) 637 Feliz Navidad 638 I'm So Excited 639 Uninvited 640 The Living Years 641 The Fox (What Does The Fox Say?) 642 O Christmas Tree 643 One Love (People Get Ready) 644 Ohio 645 Only Child 646 Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love 647 My Sharona 648 Dance The Night Away 649 Poison 650 My Cup 651 Not The End 652 What It Feels Like For A Girl 653 Listen To Your Heart 654 Little Drummer Boy 655 One Hand, One Heart 656 Bein' Green 657 Big Spender 658 Billionaire 659 Ben 660 Gimme More 661 Burning Up 662 Hey Ya! 663 Hey, Soul Sister 664 Baby Got Back 665 Blue Christmas 666 Bohemian Rhapsody 667 Far From Over 668 The Trolley Song 669 Starlight Express 670 Whip It 671 You're The Top 672 Red Solo Cup 673 Next To Me 674 Rolling In The Deep 675 Rainbow Connection 676 La Cucaracha 677 (You're) Having My Baby 678 A Little Less Conversation 679 Happy 680 Highway To Hell 681 Same Love 682 Rock Lobster 683 Girls Just Want To Have Fun

[copycatsymphony]

Megatron X Soundwave + 💛

Send a SHIP + 💛 and I will tell you my thoughts on a child of theirs.

NAME: Rhythm

GENDER: mech

APPEARANCE: On the small side, like Soundwave, with a similar head shape and a glass chest. He doesn't have deployers that dock there, his alt mode is a juke box or a record player, something like SW's boombox alt. His paintjob matches Megatron's almost perfectly, though his hands, helm finals, and legs from the knees down are all blue. He has mismatched optics, one red and one yellow/gold, otherwise he gets most of his facial features from Megatron. He's also near sighted, and wears glasses/a visor when reading. He uh...keeps getting mistake for an archivist by many.

FACECLAIM: ( if applicable )…

PERSONALITY: SASS - he's just...so goddamn sassy, with a foul mouth and the ability to talk himself into trouble - and out of it, but the former happens more often. Rhythm can be very chaotic, and outside of his family most people find him to be flighty and unpredictable, with a hot temper and a deep love of music. He's usually humming or writing songs or poetry when he isn't otherwise busy.

POWERS / ABILITIES: ( if applicable )… He's telepathic, just like Soundwave - much to Megatron's chagrin. Now he's got two of them ganging up on him when they want something and he can't exactly lie without one catching on - usually Rhythm, he has a habit of picking up on lies and deceit better than Soundwave ever could.

MISC: He's not a Decepticon, and though he'll help out whenever asked, he prefers to live with Soundwave on his ship, away from the war, and was likely raised in the same manner.

[seagreen-meets-grey]

One of Us

This is another piece for @shipmistress9 Hiccstrid Week 2020. :)

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In which a jukebox chases demons away.

Crossposted on ao3 and ff.net.

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Hiccup had lost all sense of time. For all he knew, it could be shortly after midnight or early in the morning. He was sitting slumped over on his barstool, a collection of empty beer bottles in front of him. This particular night of the year had become his most-dreaded ever since his father had died four years ago, leaving him behind to put the pieces back together by himself. It wasn’t like his mother was around much, traveling through forests and mountains rather than being with her son on the death anniversary of who she once claimed to be the love of her life.

He signaled the bartender to bring him another beer, despite knowing full well that more alcohol wasn’t the solution. The pain would still be there when he woke up the next day, dulling over the coming days and weeks, only to resurface with new force the same time next year.

Looking around the few occupied booths and tables, he didn’t see one happy face in the thin crowd. At the other end of the counter, a middle-aged man with graying streaks in his hair was staring into his glass, suit rumpled and tie hanging loose around his neck. A woman had put her head on the table behind him, makeup smudged all over her face as she struggled to stay awake. A handful more people were sitting scattered around the room, lonely sights emanating sorrow and gloom.

On the one hand, he should probably surround himself with happier folk, especially in a time like this. On the other hand, though, it weirdly helped to know that he wasn’t the only one drowning in his own grief. Maybe he could round them all up and brainstorm healthier coping mechanisms. Something told him they would not be up for that, especially the young blonde in the corner. She looked like she’d murder him the second he glanced at her the wrong way.

The quiet music wasn’t doing much to improve the mood. When demons were at work in his mind, cheery songs and the latest hits would get sucked right into the surrounding bottomless vortex of emptiness and pain.

A creaking sound alerted him to the door to the bathrooms opening and he winced when a tall, bulky man stepped through. Hiccup averted his face and took several swigs of his beer, willing the tears pricking at his eyes to disappear. He couldn’t break down every time he saw someone who resembled his dad in any way, shape or form.

Stubbornly wiping at his eyes, he scanned the room for a distraction of any kind. There had to be something to help him stay above the water where he could breathe and fight against the waves trying to push him down.

The jukebox in the corner caught his attention. Grabbing his beer, he slid off the stool and stumbled over to the old machine. He fished a few coins out of his pocket and studied the selection of songs, hoping that the thing still worked.

On the other side of the room, Astrid scrunched up her nose at the taste of cheap gin. She wasn’t surprised that this place wasn’t running so well when all they sold were poor imitations of good drinks. But despite the terrible taste, the alcohol was doing its job, sterilizing the stab wounds in her chest and numbing the pain.

She got fired from the job she’d worked so hard to get, her best friend hadn’t spoken to her in weeks, and every person she’d started a relationship with had ended up getting tired of her personal issues and left her for someone better, sometimes behind her back, long before she found out. It seemed like everything she touched inevitably broke.

The severely disappointed reaction of her parents when she asked them for financial support because she couldn’t afford rent and food for long anymore, now that she was unemployed, had been the final straw. Before she could break down in her room and consequently not leave her bed for days, she’d rushed out onto the street and walked aimlessly through the city, seeking shelter in the corner of a third-rate bar she’d never visited before.

Wallowing in her lonely corner, she absently watched the guy with the beers and the unruly mop of hair stagger over to the juke box where it took him several minutes to decide what he wanted to do with the blinking lights and buttons he was staring at. He looked the same kind of broken that she felt.

He briefly struggled with inserting the coins into the machine but then he started swaying to the first tunes. Astrid smiled despite herself. She had only positive memories associated with this song. A few people started complaining when he began to sing, very offkey and blatantly drunk.

“An’ so I dealt you the blooow. One o’ us had to gooo. Now ‘s different, I want you to knooow!” He wasn’t just offkey, he was also slightly offbeat, missing the rhythm by the fraction of a breath. It was somehow very endearing, combined with the passion on his face with which he shouted out the lyrics.

The people that kept glaring at him, telling him to shut up and fuck off, were seriously starting to piss her off. She clenched her fists when the guy missed a particularly high note by far and the cranky hag at a table near her groaned in annoyance.

Grabbing her drink, Astrid jumped up from her seat and purposefully walked up to him where he was leaning on the jukebox with one arm, the other stretched out towards the ceiling. His eyes were closed as he waited for his cue to jump into the chorus, so he didn’t notice her until she chimed in. His eyes flew open, initial surprise making way for a compassionate smile that deflected from the grief buried deep within.

Together, they renegaded against the people around them that had already succumbed to their fate and chosen to give up.

“One of us is crying, one of us is lying in her lonely bed,” she bawled passionately. They moved from the jukebox to the middle of the room, dancing in-between chairs and empty tables. She unintentionally spilled her drink over one of the tables and put the glass away before she could accidentally smash it.

When the song ended, she felt lighter, the heavy clouds that had recently gathered above her clearing up a little.

“Thank you,” he said, sincere eyes sobering for a second. She nodded, silently telling him that she understood.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the jukebox to select another song to bawl and dance to. When she made her choice and the fast, upbeat melody sounded from the speakers, he decidedly put his beer away and let her pull him back onto their makeshift dancefloor.

Her own heartache faded from her chest the wider his grin grew. Only the cranky hag was still loudly complaining, throwing insults at them that fell on deaf ears. Astrid couldn’t care less, existing only in this small two-person bubble of hope.

At the end of the night, when they’d run out of coins to feed the jukebox with, they settled their tabs and left the few sorrowful figures behind. The sky was brightening with every minute, early birds were chirping somewhere above their heads, and the fog on the horizon was slowly dissipating into thin air.

They spent the time comfortably chatting about everything and nothing while they waited for their respective cabs. She gave him her number and he gave her a kiss, the first weak shaft of sunlight breaking through the last standing barrier of the night.

A while later, as she was leaning her head against the cool glass of the cab’s window, exhaustion settling in her bones, she watched the sky slowly change colors. Dark gray turned to red and orange, blue waiting at the end of the line, shades seamlessly blurring into each other.

She could still hear Abba’s One of Us playing in her heart, and she thought that maybe not all she touched eventually had to break.

[takemealivelh]

I'm kinda rly obsessed with the song senorita by Shawn Mendes and camila cabello so I'ma base my request off of the sPiCy music video. like you work at a diner place and you basically know all the regulars that come in but one day Ashton walks in and y'all immediately start having a fLiRtAtiOus relationship and you kinda play hard to get and (next ask there's more lmao)

and there's so much tension you could cut it with a knife and then maybe you finally give in one day and you like dance with him with the juke box playing in the background AWWWW (OMG THIS COULD BE A MODERN GREASER!AU IM SCREAMING) anyways go watch the music video for inspo warning: it's a lot thank you!!!❤️❤️❤️

brooo they’re already playing it at the radio station I work in! Which makes me kinda salty bc they play that and not Easier? smh (they said they didn’t wanna play new releases and then they come up with this shit? SMH)

ANYWAYS

You usually worked the lunch shift, but lately, money’s been tight. Some of your coworkers said that you’d most likely make more tips if you worked the nights. And that usually, the night regulars were like eye-candy. 

You’d rolled your eyes at that comment. Then, it came back like a slap across the face to prove you wrong.

10 pm, most students had left the diner, leaving countless glasses on top of every table. Chocolate milkshakes, strawberry milkshakes, vanilla milkshakes... You started cleaning up and collecting the change they’d given you, when you heard a rumbling coming from outside. 

Ashton walked in first. He noticed the new addition to the familiar staff. “Hey,” he nodded his head and flashed you a smile. “You new?”

You replied from behind the booth you were wiping clean, “not really, I-”

“Asked for the beers already? I fuckin’ need one.”

You and Ashton turned your attention to the people who had just stepped inside. A tall blonde man wrapped an arm around the redhead’s shoulders, dragging him towards the rest of the group.

Ashton’s eyes lingered on you for a moment before going to sit with his friends on -what you assumed was- their booth.

During the rest of the night, you and Ashton exchanged looks and flirty smiles. You could feel your cheeks blushing when his hand touched yours, even if it was to grab the beer from it. He couldn’t look away. You were intriguing.

After his friends decided to leave, Ashton made his way to the bathroom, sneakily stealing a glance at you. 

It was almost closing time.

You were brooming the floors when you heard a loud thud and then the familiar sound of the jukebox coming to life. 

The well-known intro of Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira and Wyclef Jean blasted through the speakers.

You couldn’t help but laugh and look over, Ashton had an arm resting on the machine, tapping his foot on the floor. “Why are you playing that?” you grinned.

“No fighting,” he sang the lyrics, jokingly, and rolled his eyes. Quickly, he made his way towards you and grabbed the broom from your hands. “I think you have some moves. Saw you move your hips,” Ashton delivered his words as he got closer to you, an exciting knot on your chest being tightened. “...saw you sway them when you walked back to the kitchen and they were playing... whatever they were playing.” 

It was more of a scoff than a laugh and he had you melting into his arms. The broom was now forgotten against a wall. 

The attraction between the two of you was almost tangible. You’d been thinking about his touch since the moment you laid your eyes on him. The song picked up speed and, almost instinctively, you pressed your body against his.

“If you wanted to dance, you could’ve just asked.”

His hands slid down your sides until they were almost brushing your ass. You swayed your hips to the rhythm and, in one swift motion, turned around and pressed your back against his chest. 

Ashton’s hips were glued to your body, and he danced with you, letting you guide him. He was right, you did have moves. The room was rising in temperature.