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[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

There's Sam girls and Dean girls

(Sam Winchester x female reader x Dean Winchester)

Summary A case leads you to a Supernatural convention. You can't help but tease Sam and Dean about their notoriety, but then it turns out you are in the books, too. And there's some stuff in there you don't want the brothers to know about. CWs Sexy thoughts but no sexy actions. Supernatural book series. Conventions. Awkwardness. Cheesy book covers. Secret crushes. Rated Teen. 3.7k words.

Sam x reader x Dean masterlist ⏐ SPN masterlist

“It’s so… lifelike,” you say, moving your head a little so you can see better through the reflection of the glass.

“Very funny,” Sam says, and his voice tells you that he doesn’t think it’s funny in the slightest.

“I mean the hair, the shoulders, the ripped jeans, blood-dripping axe, the…”

You narrow your eyes, trying to see. “Is that a harmonica?” you ask. Sam leans over you, so close you can smell his aftershave.

“I think it’s supposed to be a knife?” he says, but he doesn’t sound sure.

“I think it’s a harmonica,” you say, turning around and he leans back, while he looks at the glass case behind you with pain in his eyes. “I mean you’re famous for your mouth organ skills,” you conclude, grinning proudly at making that sound as dirty as it does.

Sam doesn’t appreciate the joke, his face full of horror while he does the cutest little pout.

“I hate this,” he says, still looking at the book in the case behind you. Supernatural, by Carver Edlund. Whichever volume this is, it has Sam and Dean on the cover in worrying and completely impractical states of undress, fighting hordes of what are meant to be demons but look more like gremlins.

It has been your utmost pleasure in the last fifteen minutes to torture Sam with how he is portrayed on these covers. They’re ludicrous and over-the-top but if anyone could pull off the no shirt, ripped jeans, harmonica playing look it would be Sam. Or Dean.

Speaking of, he walks up in just that moment. “I hate this,” he says, echoing his brother. You don’t. You actually love this.

Sam looks at Dean. “Anything?” he asks. Dean shakes his head.

“I guess Chuck isn’t here so he can’t help us,” the older Winchester replies, and then asks immediately, voice annoyed: “How in the world is this happening again? The second time people are getting attacked by ghosts at a Supernatural convention? How?”

Sam nods, then scans the crowd moving around you in the lobby-turned-fan-shop of the hotel you’re in.

“At least Becky’s not here this time,” he mutters.

“Guys, guys, guys,” you say, raising your hands, “you are looking at this completely the wrong way.”

Both brothers look at you, Sam still like he is about to panic, Dean like he is about to punch someone in the face.

“You guys are legends here,” you tell them. “Rockstars. WWE champions.” The last one you direct at Dean, but the angry look doesn’t leave his face.

“Except nobody knows that we are real,” Sam says, “and no one can know.” You shrug.

“But still,” you say, “don’t you think it’s kind of cool? That all the people here adore you?” Another shrug, and then you add: “At least in theory.”

Sam gives a deep sigh and Dean looks at the book on display behind you.

“Alright,” he says finally, slapping his hands together. “I say we go with journalists. We’re here to cover the convention for a local paper.” Sam nods.

“Sounds good, let’s get going,” he says and starts walking.

Dean hangs back just a second, turns to you. He points at the book cover.

“My hair doesn’t look like this, does it?” he asks, voice lowered. You suppress a grin.

“No, of course not,” you say, giving an assuring nod as you pat him on the shoulder. Dean doesn’t look convinced and then you follow Sam.

Several guests in the hotel have reported sighting of people in their rooms at night, some saying they were flickering, like on an old TV. There’s been cold spots and things moving, but no one’s gotten hurt yet, except for one guy who got freaked out and fell down a few stairs, spraining his ankle.

The only reason you’re even checking it out is because you were just a few towns over, finishing up a case.

When you pulled into the hotel parking lot and saw the banners, Dean nearly turned the Impala around on the spot. It was only after you told him that innocent people might be getting hurt that he begrudgingly parked the car. Sam meanwhile had gone quiet and a little pale.

So often, they’re so similar but so often they’re not.

“It’s easy for you, you know,” Dean is saying to you while you are walking through the lobby, “it’s not like your every thought and private life is just put on display, for everyone to read.”

“Hey!” you say, sounding a little offended. “I must be in there somewhere, right? I’m your trusty sidekick, I don’t at least get a mention?” Sam chuckles a little.

“Probably,” he says, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Would be weird if you weren’t.” You nod.

“Damn right it would be,” you reply. “It would be downright—”

“Oh my God, you guys look great!” you hear a voice close behind you. All three of you turn around.

There’s a couple standing behind you. He’s got his arm around her shoulder and she has a hand on his chest and is grinning at you, eyes wide. They’re not in costume like the majority of the other convention goers are, but they are merched the hell out. His t-shirt has one of the book covers on it and hers the words Winchester Family Business. It’s actually kind of nice.

“Thanks,” you say instinctively, although you’re not sure why. The guy points at Sam, and goes: “Let me guess, you’re Sam, right?”

You think duh before you understand what he means. He thinks he’s cosplaying as Sam.

Sam takes a second to get it as well. “Uh yeah,” he says. “Sure.”

“Makes sense because of the height,” the girlfriend says, “but I think you’d be a better Castiel, looks-wise.”

You look at Sam just to see an entire identity crisis go over his face.

“And you,” she says, looking at Dean now. “You look great!” Her boyfriend nods. “Real strong on the whole Dean vibe.”

Dean actually looks flattered and you make sure you remember to tease him about that later.

“But,” the girlfriend says, and then her eyes land on you and you panic for a second. She shakes her head appreciatively. “You know a lot of people don’t manage to pull it off, but you’re rocking it.”

“Rocking…it?” you ask, feeling your mouth go dry.

“Yeah!” she says, her face excited and she says your name. When she sees that you’re not picking up what she’s putting down, she waves her hand, gesticulating towards you. “I mean you got her down perfectly. The hair, the outfit, the devil-may-care attitude while still being a little cutie.”

And yeah, okay, it is flattering, so you can’t really blame Dean, especially not when the guy says: “Like Faith and Buffy had a kick-ass baby! Basically the perfect woman!”

His girlfriend pokes her finger into his side, but she’s laughing. You shrug, the comparison definitely getting to you.

“I’ve often thought so,” you say. The girlfriend squeals. “That’s totally something she would say!” Looks like your character work is on point.

Of course Sam has to ruin the rainfall of compliments. “We’re actually here from a local paper,” he’s saying, and if there was a subtle way to throw him an annoyed look you would do it. “Anything… unusual happen since you guys have gotten here?” The couple look at each other.

“Not really,” she says, “but we only got here this morning. We couldn’t get time off work earlier.” So they probably can’t tell you anything regarding the sightings.

“Thanks anyway,” Dean says, and you’re about to turn away, when the woman says: “It’s a fun idea, by the way, going as the love triangle. Just makes sense.”

You freeze and you’re pretty sure so do Sam and Dean.

“The love what now?” you say after a second.

“Love triangle?” she confirms, looking at you. When she sees the clueless look on your face, she puts her hand over her mouth.

“Oh crap,” she says, “are you not that far in the books?” Then she’s motioning towards her boyfriend’s shirt. He pulls the strap of his bag away so that you can see better as you take a step closer to him.

Like you already saw earlier it’s one of the book covers, the number telling you it’s a recent one. It has Sam and Dean on it, again, half-naked, looking like they work for Rent-a-Highlander. But there’s a third figure on the cover. You step even closer to see.

It’s a woman. She’s wearing a red, skin-tight dress that’s flayed in places and has a sword in her hand. She’s also leaning her back against one of the guys, the one who’s supposed to be Sam, long hair blowing in the wind, his hand on her hip and his sculpted chest pressed against her back, while the other guy, who’s supposed to be Dean, ripped shirt barely covering anything, is facing her, cupping her chin.

Your eyes go wide. “Oh. My. God.”  

“Oh my God,” you say, again.

You can’t stop saying it, as the three of you weave your way through the crowd, Sam leading since he can see best where you’re going.

You say it again because what you just saw isn’t sinking in.

“What’s the matter?” Dean says behind you, snarkiness in his voice. “Isn't it nice to be adored?”

You whip around to throw him an angry look and promptly walk into Sam’s back, since he’s stopped. You almost jump back. Any kind of physical contact seems loaded right now.

“Let’s go over here,” Sam says, pointing to a seating group in a quiet corner. When you reach it, you plop down in one of the chairs. You’re tempted to say oh my God again but luckily Sam starts talking first. “Okay, we gotta find some people who have encountered the ghosts, assuming it is ghosts.”

He’s purposefully not looking at you, instead scanning the room. “Maybe we should split up, meet up again in an hour and see what we found.”

Okay, so he is just completely ignoring this. Very Sam. Dean, on the other hand, is not.

“That dress would just be so unpractical,” he says, apropos of nothing. “But damn, it was ripped in all the right places.” You look at him, eyes wide as saucers.

“Seriously?” you hiss at him.

“What?” he says, raising his hands. “You’ve been making fun of us from the moment we got here. I can’t do the same?”

You’re lost for words because as uncomfortable as it is, he’s not totally wrong. You’re kind of reaping what you sowed. You make a secret vow to yourself to never, ever do any sowing again.

“Guys!” Sam says, making you and Dean look at him. “Focus?” You shake your head. “Yes, you’re right. Ghosts. Hauntings. Work.” Then you take a deep breath.

You can’t get that cover out of your head. It’s so cheesy, over the top. Silly. But damn it if the idea of being between Sam and Dean like that isn’t making you feel some things. Clearing your throat, you bring yourself back to reality.

“Maybe splitting up is a good idea. And like you said, we meet back here in an hour and compare notes,” you say. Sam nods.

“Okay,” he says and then he is walking away. No see you later, no good luck. He is just walking off. What the hell?

You look back at Dean and you are about 99% sure you catch him looking at your boobs.

“I really hope you’re not imagining that dress on me, Dean Winchester,” you say, and Dean makes a face that tells you that is exactly what he was doing.

You huff, then get up and walk away too.

Love triangle is ridiculous.

For a love triangle to happen, there would need to be flirting. Maybe kissing. There hasn’t been.

Well, that’s not entirely true.

Flirting with Dean is easy and you slip into it all the time. Sometimes it’s just teasing, but other times…

Other times it takes on a different quality. Dean looks into your eyes a second longer than he needs to, until you feel your breathing getting a little heavier. He checks you out and compliments you but some of his compliments are so specific, so genuine that it flusters you.

Sam, on the other hand, doesn’t flirt with you at all, but then you don’t know what it would look like for Sam to flirt. Instead, he does small things he doesn’t need to do, pays attention to things that would escape anyone else's notice. He helps you take off your jacket when you’re hurt and can’t move your arms or shoulders so well, his fingers grazing your skin lightly, making it feel like they’re shooting off electricity. He stands close to you, closer than he needs to, so that you brush up against him when you move.

But love triangle? you think, as you’re talking to the third group of people that hasn’t seen anything out of the ordinary. Love triangle is just ridiculous.

The group you’re talking to is two young women and a guy. They’re nice and are happy to talk to you, but no ghost sightings.

Ironically, one of them is dressed as a ghost. “Old Halloween costume,” she grins when you complimented her on it.

You’re chatting about the convention and that everyone’s waiting for a new book to come out, while you hold a little pad and a pen in your hands, to look all journalist-y. They’re talking passionately amongst themselves about where the story is going. You can’t help yourself – you have to ask.

“So what do you guys think about the love triangle?” you ask, trying to act as unaffected as possibly.

“I know some people don’t like it,” the girl dressed as a ghost says, “but I love it.”

The guy, dark hair and glasses, nods. “Yeah,” he says, “I think she’s a great addition to the story. I mean, no offense, I like the old books too, but geez, I think we all had enough of that sausage fest.”

The second girl, short bob and freckles, laughs. “There’s only so many scenes you can have with the brothers miscommunicating while they are in emotional turmoil. These books need some sex!”

You all laugh. The books aren’t the only ones, you think.

“Plus,” ghost girl says, pointedly looking at you, “she is super hot. Have you seen those covers?”

You remember the cover, of course, remember the way Sam was grabbing your hip and Dean tilting up your face. Well, not your face, not your hip.

Whatever. This is confusing.

“But isn’t it awkward?” you ask, still not able to stop yourself. “I mean someone’s bound to get hurt, right?”

Freckles shrugs. “Maybe,” she says, “I just hope she ends up with Sam. I mean, Jesus, he’s so controlled and then there’s that scene where he thinks about what he wants to do to her? How he just wants to let his control slip, press her against the wall and make her his?”

You swallow, just as Freckles makes a head-exploding-sound. “Too hot.”

“I don’t know,” Glasses says. “I like her with Dean.”

“Dean’s too much of a playboy,” Freckles interrupts him. “He’ll never settle down.”

“That’s what makes it so romantic,” Glasses responds, leaning forward. “He’s never been in love and then he meets her and he can’t have her? Duuude.”

He sighs, then grins, before he adds: “Plus you know he must be a beast in bed.”

Laughs all around again while you pretend that you are totally fine and not turning into molten lava. To distract, you turn to ghost girl.

“Who do you think she should end up with?” you ask. Ghost girl shrugs.

“Why pick one?” she says. “She should just take both. She fantasizes about it, after all.”

You just have enough time to think holy crap, your spank bank material is in these books, when you hear Dean behind you: “Who fantasizes about what?”

You whip around, and Sam and Dean are standing right behind you.

“Nothing,” you say immediately. You turn back to the group.

“Thank you,” you say, raising your note pad that you have written absolutely nothing into. “I appreciate you talking to me.” The wave at you and then you get up.

“Anything?” you ask Sam and Dean in a low voice, hoping they won’t ask what you were talking about.

“I think I got something,” Sam says. He fills you both in: the people who have notices the cold spots are all on the same floor. So that’s where you go.

The hallways of the hotel are abandoned since everyone is downstairs at the convention. There’s no sign of any ghostly activity, at least not until you walk ahead, scanning the hallway in front of you, and suddenly Sam says your name and you feel his hand wrap around your arm.

He pulls you back and you just see a presence appear in the exact spot where you were standing a second ago. It shrieks and then disappears.

It would be scary but you are very much distracted by the fact that when Sam pulled you back he pulled you towards the wall and you are now between it and him, his heaving chest at the surprise right in front of you.

How he just wants to let his control slip, press her against the wall and make her his.

You need to take a deep breath. Sam looks down at you, his big hand still around your arm.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Mmh hmm,” you reply, since words are hard.

“That wasn’t a ghost,” Dean says, stepping closer to you two. Sam turns to him and lets go of your arm.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

“Death echo,” you just manage to mutter. They both look at you.

“It was quick but I think I saw a gunshot wound,” you add, sort of proud of how steady your voice sounds now that you're saying more than two syllables. “If it was a ghost it would have attacked me. I mean, I basically walked through it.” Sam nods, thinking.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Dean nods as well, looks at you. “Smart. That’s our girl.”

He must be a beast in bed.

And yeah, your voice probably wouldn’t be so steady after he says that, so you decide to just smile and nod.

“Death echoes are harmless, right?” Dean asks, turning to Sam. His little brother nods. “They are. They can be reminded that they’re dead, but it usually just works if someone they have a connection to does it.” You swallow to steady yourself.

“I think I might have an idea,” you say.

It's a minor spell that you learned years ago. The ingredients are basic and easy to get, and Sam says the incantation while Dean draws the pentagram on the wallpaper in the hallway.

“They’ll just think it was some fans,” he shrugs at you.

The death echo makes another appearance and the spell helps to remind it of its death. The spirit passes on, the cold spots disappear and it’s another day of work well done.

You’re almost sad to leave because the people you were talking to were nicer than the folk you run into on your normal cases.

But you’re also glad to be getting out of there. You don’t need anymore reminders of how hopeless and complicated your crushes on the two brothers are, and you certainly don’t need any more sexy ideas put in your head.

You climb into the back of the Impala, sitting in the middle, while Sam and Dean get into the front. A big sigh leaves you involuntarily.

You gotta put this behind you. Nothing good lies that way.

You notice then that Dean hasn’t started the car, so you look up, and you see both of them looking back at you.

“What?” you ask, already defensive.

“Look,” Sam says, sounding a little uncomfortable, “do we need to talk?” At your wide eyed stare, he adds: “About the love triangle thing?”

Oh God, you cannot even express how much you do not want to talk about that. So you decide to just lie.

“It’s just part of the book,” you say, doing your best to sound convincing. “I mean I know Chuck’s a prophet and all, but come on, he must have made some stuff up, you know? Besides, sex sells! Everyone knows that.”

Sam nods, but Dean doesn’t drop it.

“Right,” he says, and then sort of looks down, you don’t know at what, “so you’ve never dreamed of two pairs of strong, calloused hands running over your body, exploring every inch of you, making you feel small and desired?”

Your eyes go even wider, if such a thing is possible, because, yes, absolutely you have, but how in the world does Dean know that?

“Or,” Sam adds, suddenly not so awkward-looking anymore. He reaches his hand and Dean hands him whatever he’s been holding. Sam brings it up over the seat where you can see it, and it’s an edition of the book that has the three of you on the cover.

Sam reads from it, eyebrows raised. “Or lying between two big, solid bodies while their practiced mouths make you shudder in ecstacy, screaming your lust to the heavens as their manhoods undo you again and again?”

Dean guffaws.

“Damn,” he says, “you have a dirty mind.”

He turns and starts the engine, music blaring from the stereo.

You slip lower in your seat, your hands going over your face, hoping the earth will simply open up and swallow you down as the car starts moving.

“This can’t be happening,” you mutter.

You peek between your fingers and Dean is drumming on the steering wheel, while Sam grins at you.

“Pretty hot,” he says, and then turns forward as well.

You can’t help but grin a little.   

[vinsm0ke-niji]

VINSMOKE SIBLING HEADCANONS

Because I am insane and they’re plaguing my mind against my will.

I am not including Sanji in this one because he deserves a post of his own! I am also not going to write for Judge because he doesn’t deserve that kind of attention.

Enjoy!

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♯┆REIJU:

- Pop girlie and proud of it ❤️ I-dle and Lady Gaga are high on her list. Also enjoys the occasional classical piece.

- Speaking of classical, she knows how to play the piano.

- Lesbian for sure…

- Definitely enjoys reading historical fiction and political dramas.

- Wine snob… or well- wine nerd?

- Somewhat related to the wine thing but also not really: she really likes champagne, thinks it tastes so good.

- Keeps some old stuff from Sanji hidden in her room :(

- Also cries when she is in private and everyone else is asleep. It doesn’t happen a lot but it does happen.

- In a modern setting she has the potential to run a fairly successful YouTube channel. Either something skin care related or those fast and aggressive ASMR joke videos.

- She smells like roses or some other kind of floral perfume… perhaps lavender?

- Her favorite animals are butterflies, octopi and cats, she has a soft spot for sphynx cats.

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♯┆ICHIJI:

- Either gay or bisexual with a preference for men and he is fairly open about it.

- Tends to drop comments and react out loud whenever he is reading something in private. He is also a secret romance novel reader.

- Loves silence

- Listens to rock, industrial and classical music and is also definitely a theater kid. He won’t stop talking about his favorite classical pieces. I can see him listening to ACDC, And One, KMFDM and the entire soundtrack of Phantom of the Opera…

- He likes red pandas, eagles and jellyfish!

- Smells either like a fruit basket or like expensive cologne (black leather, oakmoss & citrus wood specifically).

- While strawberries are his favorite food he HATES the overly sweet artificial strawberry flavor.

- Chess player. And also sudoku. And crosswords.

- He wears socks to bed 💔

- He can recite Judge’s lectures word-for-word, even if he doesn’t want to.

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♯┆NIJI:

- His eyesight is terrible or it would be terrible if it weren’t for Germa tech and the enhancements.

- Bisexual with no real preference — he for sure is in denial about his sexuality though.

- Has ADHD for sure… it just makes sense.

- Nu-metal enthusiast. His favorite band in a modern setting would be Limp Bizkit — favorite songs from said band being Break Stuff, Re-Arrange and Boiler.

- Is obsessed with overly sugary and/or caffeinated drinks. Always has at least one cup of coffee for breakfast… or two… or three-

- Flirts to deflect any real feelings. Why say “Thank you sooo much for helping me!” when you could also go “Heh… you’re cute.” Terrible at expressing affection, equally terrible at handling kindness.

- A gamer, especially when it comes to rhythm games.

- Thought what it would be like to run away but he wouldn’t know what to do without the others.

- He sometimes punches things not out of rage but because of overstimulation.

- Occasionally has that resentment towards Ichiji for how composed and perfect he (almost) always is.

- Has a top secret soft spot for cooking but never admits it to anyone because of Sanji. He will take that fact about himself to the grave.

- Favorite animals are the harbor seal and sharks of any kind (projecting).

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♯┆YONJI:

- Queer in some way, he just doesn’t really care about labels.

- He would like Papa Roach and the RHCP a lot but generally he says he listens to anything.

- Chess player for sure, similar to Ichiji. Don’t let these guys find out about 5D Chess with Multiverse Timetravel. He’s not the best at chess though.

- Similarly he also enjoys poker and doesn’t mind the occasional gambling session.

- He has a god-awful sense of fashion 💔

- Taught himself to play the harmonica and has played the kazoo before.

- He tells himself that he doesn’t care about being loved but he does want it.

- Reads a lot about conspiracy theories. He doesn’t believe any of them but he finds them funny and/or fascinating nonetheless.

- His favorite animal would be frogs, particularly the Darwin’s frog. He thinks their little noses are funny. Also likes komodo dragons and corgis.

- He smells like leather and motor oil ���� ‼️

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Thank you for reading these, this was nothing serious, just some silly stuff I thought of 💔 Perhaps I will write more for them in the future and uh- feel free to send asks or requests or something.

I will try to write more… and draw. Depending on how much time I have with university and work.

- NIJI

[thenightshadowqueen]

Death for a Dollar watchthrough thoughts

Holy shit, this was unhinged. I loved it so much. (That’s too many italics, but I don’t care.) I’m kind of speechless; the number of times I actually covered my mouth in shock (usually because of Sam, but Tom was insane in this one, too) was staggering. I adore this play.

Anyway, I’m going to get into my actual thoughts instead of just rambling.

Just to start, ‘Death for a Dollar’ is a great title, so kudos to whoever came up with that

Oh my god, Hank and Gareth 2.0!!!!

“You don’t know what he did for this place.” “That—Tell me!” This is off to a strong start

“Where was your showmanship?” I love it when they work mini games of Change into the plays

Mr. Twilliger is an incredible name

“This is me being the bartender, getting the stories out of the customers, so they reveal things, and then they want to drink more because they’re reliving their trauma.” I mean, it’s a valid tactic to get more money; yay, capitalism! (sarcasm)

AJ forcing Tom to be musical… Caesar and Juliet, anyone?

I love that Luke knows off the top of his head how many keys a piano has (I’m honestly not surprised)

Is Sam’s hair a little longer than normal? Because it looks really good

“I got three keys, three teeth, three toes. I’ve been through a lot.” I love Tony the piano player (who was also referred to as Bill once)

“My mind can take an awful lot; there’s not a lot in there” I love him, actually

“You ain’t trying to seduce him!” “But I get bigger tips when I do!” Sam

Can I just thank whoever edited this for giving us that little shot of Tom laughing? Because I love it when we get to see him actually laugh.

I love Mrs. Prostitute (and I love Tom for including positive representation of sex work)

“This is what feminism looks like” West End Big Boys flashbacks

“My mum is crazy” SAM

Also I think my favourite thing about the microphones is that we can hear them laughing so much more clearly (brought to you by Luke, on this occasion)

I adore Sam’s weird little harmonica thing he does in western-genre pieces

Ooh, younger versions of characters being played by different actors; I don’t think we’ve seen that before

I love Sam being confused and Tom’s response being to start clapping

I love Sam being annoyed and retaliating at AJ with a bald joke

“I told my daddy that I was real fast with a pistol, and that maybe I could go and work in law enforcement, but he wouldn’t have it.” “No! No son is going to go work for the government!” AJ trying to paint his father as the villain and Sam trying his very best to make the audience like him… This is gorgeous

“Telling a man if he’s allowed to own people or not” okay, never mind, I take that back

I don’t know why Sam picked the Watson-clown voice, but I’m glad he did (also I love that the voice made Luke break)

“Many Fingers Pussy” Jesus Christ, Tom

“They thought I had the devil in me” god damn it, now I feel bad for Bill

Sam is so good at playing wide-eyed innocent characters

“God, I wish they had that law in America in the modern day” I wish I had enough faith in people’s judgement to wish that

“I didn’t know you could do magic” I love it when Sam causes trouble

I can never see a reference to a one-man band like that and not think of Mary Poppins

“I can’t wait to hear those four white boys do those accents” oh dear

Luke speaking Spanish!!!

You know what, that vaguely Mexican accent could have been a hell of a lot worse, so well done, Sam

“So you can work on a farm, or you can jerk people off” oh my god, Sam

“He offered me a job” and then AJ realising what it sounded like and walking it way back

Tom entering the scene and waiting for a moment to join in and then Sam just throwing him in without warning is amazing

“I work here jerking people off” Tom

“She said she helps people el secrete-o” SAM

“Hand stuff Jesus is okay with” Sam

I don’t know why the fact that Tom knows little bits of Spanish brings me so much joy, but it does

Holy shit, Luke speaking Spanish with an American accent might be my new favourite thing

I love Maria, the bank robber/prostitute

You know what, I get Bill; the little, slightly mosquitoy “yeah”s are alluring

Half-kiss!!!

“A beautiful flower turns to a crooked leaf” I fucking adore AJ’s weird little sayings

“It’s a well-known expression” and then the advert with the merch saying ‘more well-known expressions’

“Something went worse than wrong. It went really wrong.” Gorgeous.

Sam’s slip oh my god

I know I already said Sam’s hair looks good, but Sam’s hair looks really good

I already said it but I will never be over Luke’s Spanish-in-an-American-accent. Never.

“I’ll keep my hands moist for you” it seems like Tom like using the word moist (the moisturiser fairy comes to mind)

I love audience participation

I’m sorry, as someone who struggles with mental math, that quick multiplication from Luke was impressive

“Got a lot of spunk in you, have you?” I love Tom using his English degree to make dirty jokes (obviously this doesn’t require an English degree; I just mean that it’s a wordplay joke)

I love Sam making sure to bring the story full-circle, with Tony losing his teeth and toes

Jesus, Tom

“Have we invented the electric chair yet?” I looked it up, and it looks like it was invented in the 1880’s, so not quite, but it wasn’t nearly so far off as I thought it might be

“I’ma travelling electric chair salesman” … honestly, I’m not even surprised at this point

Tom is right; this is really dark

I don’t think Sam knows how electric chairs work (affectionate)

Okay who the fuck let Sam wink like that

“Well, I guess that’s the end of the Shoot from the Hip show” I love when they get meta

“What could go wrong with giving a southern American teenager a pair of guns? I’ve got school tomorrow!” Holy fucking shit; may I present Sam Russell, the king of risky jokes

“…when we faked my death…” I love Tom so much

“I think this is the first time we’ve used the principle of the unreliable narrator” I actually love this so much; this is such a cool concept, especially for an improv show

Tom is unhinged in this one and I love it

I love this so much

I already made as post saying this, but it bears repeating: this is BUS levels of insane

[ril-sillyart1st]

BATMM FF! AU: Blaze Flarelyn

A full information of my FF! AU Blaze!

The reference sheet:

 More info under the cut! (flashy and colorful blinkies ahead!)

Rules about making fanarts of my AU version:

Note: that chin part is actually my art style and is NOT part of his design!

Do's:

can interact with anyone! SFW drawings ONLY! You can change their outfit as long it's not NSFW! (Note: his style is mainly scene and emo but can be wearing other style)

Don't's:

NSFW art Shipping MY AU version with other characters Making them skinny Removing their boobs Genderbending them

Full information about my Blaze:

Name: Blaze Gloria Lazare Flarelyn Gender and pronouns: Male Intersex (Genderfluid) ★ he/they/she but mainly use he/him pronouns Sexuality: Bisexual Age and Birthday: 38 ★ November 17 Species: Fire species Powers: fire breathing (when in dragon form only), shapeshifting, Blazing Speed, teleportation Height: 29'0 ft (Dragon form: 49'6 ft) Occupation: Racer, mail truck, firetruck, police officer, nurse or/and ambulance truck origin live: Seoul, South Korea Current live: Broomsom Taillights, Axle City (US)

About him:

Doesn't usually join in official races anymore as you would see him and his hubby in the crowd cheering for their daughter. Scene and emo truck Crusher's ex-enemy. Married to Crusher and have (biological) daughter named Fiar. Likes zombie and horror stuff. Neurodivergent (Autistic, ADHD) knows Korean, English, Spanish (a little bit), French (a little bit) and Japanese. Just some random fact: if he's bored, he may play the harmonica (he doesn't know how to play it) to annoy Crusher with his "symphony" music. Has an collection of fidget toys. (especially chew toys, paci and slime) Very much a sweet tooth just like Crusher and Fiar. Doesn't like spicy food. Doesn't know how to roller skate. Knows sign language of English and Korean (vehicle and a little bit of human version as well). How they could teleport: they use their blazing Speed and their mind as they spine in circles while concentrating to where he exactly want to go until he goes into another place (or even world). They rarely use this power.

Personality:

Blaze is mixed of seriousness, kindness and silliness. This type of Blaze is a real goober than other AU Blazes out there. /j /lh /t He mostly show his weird and silly quirks towards Crusher and Fiar (and the rest of his other fam). He can be also clumsy sometimes especially playing sport games with his friends and family. Crusher describe him as "secondary Pickle" due to the fact Blaze likes to annoy and be mischievous towards him sometimes. He may act like an animal (his dragon/dog instinct or something like that) sometimes mostly when he's in his dragon form.

Appearance:

Blaze was an male intersex (both having male and female parts). He had top surgery when he was 23 years old because he always wanted to breastfeed his future child. He rather wears more masculine clothes but does occasionally wears feminine and neutral clothes. Anthro Machines form: His body type is fat/plus size, medium chest with top surgery flamey design scars.

Blaze's lore can be read here!

credits: SFW interaction only divider, fire divider, blinkies

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Can't Stay Away

Fandom: Brokeback Mountain Summary: An alternative imagining to why Jack and Ennis were brought together so aggressively that night in the tent. Warnings: Dub-con, A/B/O dynamics, smut, vaginal sex, and canonical infidelity Word Count: 3,673 Ship(s): Ennis Del Mar/Jack Twist

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They hadn’t been able to bring much with them when they had gone up onto the mountain. Anything that they wanted to haul up had to be carried in the saddle bags of their horses. They each had a change of clothing that they had to wash in either boiled water or the terrifyingly frigid stuff from the river than ran nearby their campsite. Jack had also brought his harmonica since that was able to be tucked into his pocket whenever he wanted to play it. Ennis had brought a rifle, which was a good thing to have when they were trying to keep wolves and coyotes away from their flock. The one thing that Jack had made sure to bring above everything else was the packet of pills that he had smuggled out of his mother’s home.

The revolution in omega lives had come in the form of suppressant pills, which were supposed to be used to stop omegas from going into heat and having multiples or a surety of a child. While it wasn’t as good as the birth control that was being produced in Europe around the same time, it was what had allowed Jack to run away from home properly. His mother had already been taking the suppressants for a while because they were supposed to help her through the early stages of menopause. He had slipped them into his pocket before he jumped in the shitty pickup that he had gotten for his sixteenth birthday and made for the hills. He had gotten his own packet prescribed to him by a doctor that was willing to not look for a parent or an alpha, which meant that he had just barely enough to make it through the stint up on Brokeback.

He woke up early in the morning and traveled back to the camp from the pup tent next to the sheep. He was beginning to get really tired of the hours long ride that it took him to get his breakfast and his meds. When he didn’t take them for longer than he was supposed to go between doses he began to feel nauseous and heated, the heat that he as meant to have in the spring creeping closer and closer to him.

It wasn’t helped based on the fact that he was stationed on the mountain with the alpha of all alphas. Ennis Del Mar had blond curls that shone gold in the sun when he tilted his head the right way, rippling muscles that he liked to show off when he was pounding stakes or picking up a sheep that had wandered a bit too far from the heard, and the sweetest smile that Jack had ever seen. He was kind and patient, to a certain extent. Ennis barely spoke, so it wasn’t like they knew each other better than they had before they had traveled up the mountain. Jack knew that the smell of the other was driving up the fucking wall, though.

All he could think about was Ennis when he was heading back from the pup tent for his shift at the camp. They changed every three days so that no one would end up getting too antsy when they were at camp or wandering back from the herd before they were meant to. It felt like that was waiting to happen anyway, since the pup tent smelled like piss and was bone thin compared to the teepee that they had at their permanent camp.

Jack dismounted from his horse and ten made his way to the side of the tent. They’d had a hard storm the night before, complete with hail and wind strong enough to life someone smaller up off their feet. Thankfully, it seemed like Ennis had remembered to grab their things and store them under the tarp flap that was on the edge of the teepee so that none of it would blow away.

He undid the ropes and then tossed the flap of fabric off so that he could reach the items underneath. He shifted Ennis’ pack off the top and then reached for his own. 

“You want breakfast first or do you have something better tastin’ in there?” Ennis asked as he approached the omega from behind.

He let out a small shudder and then turned around to great Ennis. “Just looking for something to replace the harmonica, since you complain about it so much,” Jack teased. He stood up and walked over to the fire where Ennis had grilled some of the meat from the elk that they’d hunted a little while ago, along with more beans.

“What? Did you pack the spoons too?” Ennis asked. The alpha jerked his head back towards the fire with the cooking pot hanging over the top of it.

 He sat down with a small huff and then grabbed his portion of the food. He began to shovel it into his mouth as quickly as he could. He had business to do around camp, or at least that was the excuse that he was preparing if Ennis happened to ask what the rush was. Thankfully, their conversation died out after that and they just continued on as they always did. Jack was able to get his pill after breakfast was over and Ennis took off for the herd.

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It didn’t take long for them to wear enough that they finally gave up on going back and forth from the herd. They had long since passed the summer solstice, so the light that they had was already waning and it was making it harder for them to go back and forth with enough time to get the rest of their chores done. With the longer nights also came the bitter cold that meant they couldn’t go without a fire or with the thin walls of the pup tent. They instead took shifts with the teepee and the raging fire that they were supposed to use to cook.

The weather on the mountain was beginning to get more tumultuous than they had expected it to. The nights would be bitterly cold, enough so that when they woke up in the morning the edges of the puddles around the river would be coated in ice and frost climbed up the outside of their cooking equipment. The tarp began to be used to make sure that their firewood stayed dry so that they could heat themselves in the morning before their bodies shivered into nothing. That meant that their personal items were stuck into the saddle bags for the donkeys when they weren’t using the pack animals to get their food.

That was, of course, the wrong thing to do. That was about all that Jack seemed to be able to do in the long run. Even if things looked like they were going well for him in the beginning, by the time that he was really beginning to settle into the idea of something and get accustomed to it, it would be ripped away from him all at once.

Nothing changed when he was on Brokeback. He had been keeping track of those two white boxes full of pills like his life depended on it because it partially did. There was always the chance that Ennis would kill him for impersonating and alpha or a beta, it had happened to omegas that stepped out of their societal lines before. He didn’t think that the alpha was the type of person to do something that cruel and angry, but there was always the chance. There was also the chance that it would lead to a heat and he would get pregnant, which meant that he would be saddled with the bastard of an engaged man for the rest of their life. The importance of the pills was exactly why the universe decided that he was going to lose them somewhere when they had a massive hail storm.

He had to keep plunging ahead though, because he needed the money from the job that they were on. He knew that there was always about a fifty/fifty chance of a heat coming after suppressants were out of the system, even if it wasn’t spring, but he was hoping against all logic that he would be one of the people that was fine until the next spring. By then he would be able to find another doctor willing to prescribe him pills and continue about his life as a rodeo cowboy.

Late one night, he was sleeping inside of the tent because it was his turn to not have to suffer by the fire. He had drifted off not long after he had snuggled down into the wonderful blankets that they had rescued from the pup tent to make a pseudo nest within the teepee. He didn’t think anything of that, especially since he was in a very stressful situation.

He woke up after an hour or two of dozing because he could hear Ennis shivering by the fire like he was actively freezing. “Get in here before I have to bury you instead of just the hide tomorrow,” Jack shouted after he undid the ties on the flap of the tent.

Ennis, to his credit, didn’t argue. He picked up the items that he had dragged from the tent and then stalked over to the opening. His body felt frigidly cold as he slipped his booted feet underneath the blankets inside the tent and then laid down. Jack leaned over him and redid the ties on the opening so that they weren’t just letting in the cold night air.

He laid down beside the other man and tried to relax. He couldn’t ignore the smell of saddle leather and sweat, which was what Ennis smelled like over the top of his normal scent. His normal scent was something musky and heady, like the base of a dog’s neck. That felt like such a stupid thing to compare it to, but it was just as comforting as a hug from a pet and as exciting as a new puppy.

Jack fidgeted when he felt Ennis go slow and his breathing turn even instead of the panting he had been doing while trying to get warm. The omega rose up so that he was sitting in the tent instead of laying. He tugged some of the blankets up from where they had bunched up near the base of the tent and packed them against the side where the opening was. He convinced himself that it was simply to try and keep that extra layer of cold out since he hadn’t been able to do the outer ties, only the inner ones.

He laid back down and then found himself getting warm. He kicked the blanket that he had been on top of his personal one off, pressing it to the wall he was closest to. 

Jack lay there in the dark of the night, trying to focus on the sounds of the wind whooshing through the tree branches and the chirping of crickets. His mind kept drawing him back to his body and the way that it was changing against his best wishes. His forehead had begun to get clammy with the too-hot sweat that was forming in a sheen over his skin. He felt something stirring in his guts, which was his first confirmation that something was really wrong.

He turned onto his side and brought his legs up to his chest to try and protect himself, despite the fact that he had been the one to invite the alpha into his sort-of nest. He knew that if Ennis did something to him then it could turn out badly, but he was beginning to wish for it anyway. Without a toy or synthetic alpha hormones it was unlikely that this was going to be an easy heat nor one with enough cold spells to do anything properly.

He had to wake Ennis up before he had the chance to be so incomprehensible that things got dicey.

Jack rolled over from where he had been facing the wall and then placed a hand down on Ennis’ shoulder. He shook him once, twice, three times before the alpha finally roused and his beautiful eyes opened again. “Alpha,” Jack whispered before the words had even had a chance to register in his own mind. “Shit, I meant Ennis. I need you to make a decision and you need to make it quick.”

Ennis took in a deep breath that could have been mistaken for what some people did when they were just beginning to wake up. Jack knew better, he had spent his first heat away from home listening to people make that noise just outside of the motel room that he had camped out in for that horrendous week. He knew that Ennis was taking in the scent of firewood and falling leaves, that Jack was beginning to put off the smell of an omega on the precipes or beginnings of heat. 

“I thought that you was a beta,” Ennis drawled as he pushed himself up onto his elbow. He reached a hand over and touched Jack’s hip before he caught himself and put his hands instead in the front pockets of his jeans. He looked a little ridiculous in that position, but Jack fully understood that it was the only way that the alpha was going to be able to actually keep his hands to himself.

“I take suppressants so that I can do more than be pupped up and a homemaker. Aguire already had us doing illegal shit, so he didn’t check either of us out for what we was,” Jack explained offhandedly. “But I guess that I’m one of those people that goes into heat when I get off them instead of it coming next spring. I need you to choose if you want to spend this heat with me or if you want to fuck off with the herd until we’ve both ridden this out.”

“I can’t leave you like this, it’s inhumane!” Ennis squawked indignantly. “I’ve heard that omegas can die from being left alone when they’re in heat. I ain’t going to let you die, Jack Twist.”

“You’re okay with having sex with an omega while you’ve got that beta fiancee of yours waiting back in town?” Jack asked. He could feel his breath beginning to come out in pants and the stirring in his guts got more intense. His cunt ached with the need to be touched, to be filled, and to be properly fucked. Slick was beginning to douse the inside of his jeans and soak through his underwear as he was prepared to take the alpha beside him.

“Don’t matter right now, does it?” Ennis grumbled. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the edge of Jack’s jaw and above the mating gland on his neck. The omega let out a keen in response to the motion and then flopped back down onto the bed with his neck entirely exposed to the other.

He had never spent a heat with another person, his parents had absolutely refused it despite how common it was becoming for an alpha in rut and an omega in heat to spend their estrus together as long as birth control for both was involved. The closest that he had gotten was when his boyfriend from his last year of high school had left behind a jacket that he had spent humping for the duration of the week. This already felt so much different than simply having something saturated in his alpha’s scent. Jack felt like he was melting into a puddle of something that could be molded and put back together however Ennis liked, and that was from a single kiss.

Ennis reached out and ran his hands down Jack’s body, starting at his hips and ending at his supple ass. He groaned and wiggled forward on the floor of the tent so that his front was now pressed up against his alpha. He felt safe and contented when he was wrapped up in the strong arms of the other cowboy, like nothing could break through Ennis’ grip and hurt him. Jack reached out with his own arms and wrapped them around Ennis so that he could bury his fingers into those beautiful golden curls that he found himself admiring so often.

Their lips hovered apart from each other for a moment before they crashed together into something forceful. It was a tidal wave, a coastal storm that promised to take down everything in its path. They were pulled together like magnets in the hands of a child, their lips colliding every single time that they had spent more than half a second sucking in breath.

It only took a single moan from Jack before things went even further. Ennis grabbed hold of Jack and then flipped him over so that the omega was up on his hands and knees, his ass in the air and the wet spot on the inside of his jeans catching in the cold night air. He gasped and buried his face down into the blankets surrounding them when he felt the alpha’s hands begin to explore.

Ennis reached around him and undid the buckle of his belt before the leather had slipped out enough to make the denim sag slightly at his belly. His animalistic mind told him that his belly was too empty, too thin and muscular and not swollen with pups. His rational mind told him that was what he wanted, he didn’t want to be carrying around the pups of a man that might not even stick around once the knot had lessened.

He felt his pants and underwear get tugged down in a single motion so that his bare ass and cunt were exposed to the rest of the tent. “Please, please, Ennis!” Jack cried. He could feel the way that the blood was pumping through him to try and work the hormones through his body. The pup tent may have smelled like piss when they opened it, but the next suckers that ended up on Brokeback were going to have to deal with the scent of omega and heat when they came to stay in the teepee. 

“Hush, darlin’, I’m coming,” Ennis whispered. He brushed one of his muscular, calloused hands over Jack’s bottom and hip, just barely skirting the outer lip of his vulva. The omega gave an involuntary shudder as he felt the feel-good hormones begin to course through is body at an alarming rate.

It only increased when Ennis finally managed to get his pants down and then took his massive cock into his hand. Jack hadn’t seen a lot of penises in his life, but he knew that his chosen heat partner was certainly packing something more than a standard alpha would be. He could feel his mouth watering at the idea of the entire length finally being plunged inside of him where it belonged. He barely had time to think about it before the head was inching its way through his folds to find his entrance.

A string of incomprehensible words and moans emitted from his mouth the entire time that the shaft was sliding into his body. He knew that his legs were shaking, but his arms had already given out and there was nothing for him to do but bury his face into the sheets underneath him as he road out the pleasure.

He had expected Ennis to begin thrusting into him with wild abandon since that was the stories that he’d heard the entire time that he was a teenager, but the alpha had opted to take the slow approach. He would drag his cock in a different angle every single time that he pulled back and then thrust forward all at once so that Jack didn’t have to deal with the feeling of being empty when he was in the beginning of his heat. That feeling would be easier to deal with when he was further into the process and exhaustion could sate his mind, but now all he could think about was being stuffed to the brim with whatever or whomever he could find.

Ennis had been listening to the different noises that Jack was making during the beginning of their session because he had picked up on the things that were most pleasurable for him. He focused all of his attention on thrusting at the specific angle that made Jack feel as though he was seeing stars when he was filled and caused his body to shiver when the cock was removed.

He was lost in the pleasure until suddenly his entire body was overtaken with a shaking orgasm. His toes curled and all of his muscles went lax at the same time, sending him tumbling down onto the blankets beneath him. Ennis kept thrusting for a while longer, which was good for the heat but made Jack feel slightly sore. A sharp, “Alpha!” left his mouth when he felt the knot catch on his lips before popping inside of him like they were made for each other.

Ennis leaned down and bit onto Jack’s shoulder as hard as he could. It wasn’t a mating bite, but it was the standard claim that an alpha would lay on their estrus partner to make sure that no one else came and infringed on what they now saw to be theirs. Jack whimpered as he felt the cock inside of him twitch and begin to spill seed deep inside of him. 

He was going to have to be careful and use all those home remedies his mother had drilled into his head to make sure that it didn’t take. Hopefully the suppressant heat wouldn’t make him as fertile as a normal heat would have. At least it had brought on a cold spell, which allowed him to drift to sleep in Ennis’ arms.

[earthbovndmisfit]

✩, ◉!

It's Ship Development Time y'all! @icouldbemoreclever

✩ what is their go-to food when they want to have a treat together?

In their og setting: On their own, I feel like Robert is fond of pastries, especially those with berries, or those with a lemony taste, since he likes the contrast between sweet and tart. In Jonathan's case, we know he loves chocolate, so I feel like he'd enjoy chocolate cake a lot. The more chocolatey it is, the better! And so, together, I think they'd mash both sides and go for chocolate cake topped with berries (raspberries, blackberries, strawberries -ik those can't be scientifically classified as berries but lets pretend they are 🤫️). Add a nice cup of tea or coffee and there you have it!

I also think they would want to try their hands at baking said cake at least once instead of buying it or asking the kitchen staff at Jona's house to make it for them. They likely make a huge mess all over the kitchen the first time, with both ending up covered in flour, dough, and chocolate lol, and the cake isn't very good either (way too chocolatey per Jonathan's request of course lol), but they had a lot of fun making it, so it definitely would be worth it in the end.

In a Modern setting: I don't know why, but I feel like they would enjoy stuff like smoothies and bubble tea (the standard type of tea, but I think they'd also enjoy the one that's made with yoghurt). They would be in for trying different flavors every time too!

◉ what hobbies do they do together? if they prefer parallel play what sort of tasks and hobbies do they like to do in each other's company?

They do a balanced mix of both, doing hobbies together and parallel play too!

Their parallel play oftentimes involve but are not limited to reading, writing, or just studying, especially taking into consideration not only the times Jonathan is doing archaeological research, but also the fact that Speedwagon likely starts getting some form of education at one point there, and so he'd have plenty of stuff to study too. I headcanon that Jonathan can play the piano btw! So I'm all for the idea of his piano being brought over to the study room/library, this so they can add that to their parallel play. This means: there are times when Jonathan will play soft tunes on the piano while Speebs reads or studies.

Hobbies together totally include (not limited to just these either btw) stuff like working out and training, also hiking, and having picnics. These can be during the day or even at night so they can stargaze together. I hc that Speedwagon knows a few things about constellations and can recognize a lot of them (especially those used for navigation, thanks to his many travels around the world). It is in these night picnics that Speedwagon has taught Jonathan some of what he knows about stars.

Little bonus: This following exchange definitely happened the first time they stargazed together and as Speebs was telling Jona all about those stars in the night skies... Spw: "They are all so beautiful, eh? But I fear they all pale in comparison with my favorite star of 'em all." Jona, curious upon hearing that: "Oh. And which one is that? Can we see it tonight?" Spw, with a smile so full of love turning to look at Jona: "Well, I am lookin' at it right now, darlin'." And to which Jonathan starts giggling, all giddy and blushing at the compliment while Speebs peppers kisses all over his pretty face and seals it all with a soft kiss to his lips.

Back to the piano bit I mentioned earlier and adding to it, I like the idea of Speedwagon discovering and picking up the harmonica for the novelty of it in one of his journeys to either Germany or the US (to my knowledge, harmonicas as we know them today originated there in the early-to-mid 19th century and then they began being exported to America too around mid-to-late 19th century), and so he might not be the best at playing it at first (he gradually gets better at it every time, of course), but that doesn't stop them both from playing something together as a duet sometimes.

Also, I never really see this addressed anywhere, but Jonathan is canonly shown to be pretty good at drawing, so I definitely think he'd draw quite often and would also use Robert as his muse a lot, making portraits of him or just drawing him while he's working hard on his studies or something.

In a modern setting, most of what I just mentioned applies too tbh, with the difference that Robert would also know how to play the electric guitar (yes, this creates some interesting duets there with Jonathan's piano).

In this setting, I also like to think they'd enjoy watching fun B Horror movies from the 80s (the type of movies that are so bad and so absurd that they are good). Stuff along those lines but that also leans towards camp too, like Rocky Horror Picture Show for example and so on. Think of it as some kind of weird homage to their og universe from Phantom Blood in a way 😆️ And yes, they make little marathons every now and then, bringing snacks and watching those movies cuddling in the sofa under a blanket, making comments or jokes all the while and so on and so forth 🤲️💖️

[ghostradiodylan]

I'm on a four hour car drive, singing at the top of my lungs (terribly, I'm so congested right now, not gonna stop me though lol), and having quarry brainrot. Who among the counselors do you think can sing well and who do you think can play an instrument?

I looove this question and I have to admit I haven’t thought about it that much so this is gonna be kind of off the cuff, instinctive stuff and I’m sure I’ll refine my opinions if others chime in (please!).

It’s kind of weird we never get any campfire singalong action in the game when there’s a guitar in Chris’s bedroom and he mentions Kumbaya, but maybe they’re tired of that from camp by the time the plot line picks up.

Miles obviously is a musician and Dylan’s the music guy so I’d imagine he’s musically inclined in some way. I’ve seen headcanons that he plays guitar and I could see that but I lean more toward thinking he would have taken piano lessons when he was younger and moved on to keyboard and adding on techie stuff like the Mellotron and Moog synth. I think he loves dials and buttons and weird sounds and he can sing but he’d rather fuck around in the noise. Any instrument he plays is gonna get a bit sad if he loses his hand but maybe he’d get more into sampling and remixing and looping computer generated beats as a result.

I think it would be funny if Jacob had a surprisingly angelic singing voice that was completely uncoached and no one ever expected out of him, sort of like Finn from Glee (RIP) but less auto-tuned. I think he’d be an acoustic guitar guy for sure just for the romance of it. Anyway, here’s “Wonderwall.”

Actual footage of Jacob serenading Emma, feat Abi.

Kaitlyn does not strike me as particularly musical though I headcanon that she and Jacob slay karaoke together. She just kind of shouts into the mic like a 90s riot grrl and sings Alanis or Joan Jett and kills.

Abi is so high school marching band nerd coded to me and I feel like she’s a total flute/piccolo girlie or else clarinet/oboe. Or maybe she plays violin in the school orchestra. Something sweet. She’s good but too nervous to perform or audition in front of people very much so it’s just a hobby she shares with people she trusts.

Emma I think would have a perfectly nice mid range singing voice that she’d wish was better. She probably started her influencer career recording Taylor Swift covers for YouTube but she’s a much better actress and dancer than she is a singer. Not quite triple threat material but she believes in herself so she’s trying.

Ryan has such a unique voice that I can’t decide if he definitely can sing or if he’s practically tone deaf. I kind of lean toward the latter. I imagine he hates his singing voice and rarely sings even for fun but if Dylan catches him singing or humming he’s like smitten times one million about it. I could see Ryan playing drums though, I’d imagine he has a good sense of rhythm.

Max, on the other hand, cannot carry a tune but sings ALL THE TIME anyway. And Laura cringes but finds it endearing all the same. He probably plays the ukulele. He just seems like the type.

Laura was a choir kid for sure and probably got solos in school plays and Max was accompanying her on ukulele and playing unnamed roles or else he was painting backdrops or something. We know Siobahn can sing and I feel like that would carry through with Laura for sure. I imagine them doing elaborate musical routines together on car rides even with their vastly different musical abilities.

Nick reminds me of a bassist I know who is maybe the weirdest human being alive. So that’s where I see him. He can sing a little but it’s definitely a backing vocals voice. I feel like he’d be in a stoner jam band just fucking around, playing the same song for an hour while both the band and audience are too high to know the difference.

Chris Hackett obviously plays guitar and Travis accompanies him on harmonica. Bobby plays blowing air over the lip of a jug and also cowbell.

I LOVE THIS ASK EVERYONE TELL ME THOUGHTS!

[cdaae]

Why Am I Like This- Phantom Collector Edition

I’m a completionist and an obsessive so I need all the different versions of a thing so here’s a list of where I’m at right now. I wish I could say that I was anywhere near done but there’s always more phantom stuff to collect

Books

Gaston Leroux x51(This includes all 6 English translations, 8 different languages, and three levels of French)

Gaston Leroux signed by Broadway Cast

The Underground’s of the Phantom of the Opera

The Phantom of the Bathtub

Night of the Phantom

Embrace the Night

Lessons from the Phantom of the Opera

Song of a Maiden

Madrigal

Phantom

Unmasqued

Phantom of Manhattan

Ruinsong

Roseblood

Beyond the Masque

Chanson de L’Ange

Sing Me Forgotten

The Angel of the Opera

The Phoenix of the Opera

The Phantom’s Opera

The Phantom of Paris

The Phantom’s Apprentice

Where Dreams Descend

The Phantom Cat of the Opera

Phantom Pop Up Book

George Perry’s Complete Phantom of the Opera

Phantoms of the Opera

The Trap Door Maker

Phantom Graphic Novel x2

The Phantom Cooks

2004 Companion

Geronimo Stilton

Thea Stilton

My Phantom

Phantoms in the Night

Phantom of Pemberly

Phantom of the Auditorium

Behind the Phantom’s Mask

The Phantom Returns

Phantom erotica

Book cassette

Souvenir edition OLC

Emoji of the opera

Phantom 2020

Phantom Phantasia

Songbird

The Phantom’s Lullaby

Phantom of the Little Russian Theatre

Masked Love

Treasures of Egypt

Victory

Venetian Romance

Susannah’s Secret

The Man in the Shadows

Love in the Spotlight

Let the Dream Begin

A Phantom’s Promise

Destiny’s Curse

Phantom by David Bischoff

Mini Leroux

L’Opera de Paris

Paris National Opera

Palais Garnier

Peeping Duck Gang

Out of the Darness

L’Opera De Paris Coulisses etc secrets du Garnier

Claude Rains Book

Movies/CDs/Media

Lon Chaney

Claude Rains x2

Herbert Lom x2

Phantom of Hollywood

Schell

Robert Englund

Charles Dance

David Staller

Julian Sands

2004 x17 (English x2, French x3 Germanx2, Greek, Spanish, Italian, limited(English and German), deluxe, and Ultimate, Special, Collectors(English and French)

Angel of Music

25th Anniversary

Love Never Dies

A Monster in Paris

Phantom of the Grindhouse

Anthony Mann

Phantom of the Theatre

Unmasking the Masterpiece

Love on Safari

Faust

1987 Cartoon(dvd & VHS)

Mystery Legends Phantom Game x2

2004 digital press kit(English and French)

OLC (cassette & CD)

CDs x59

Phantom of the Paradise Record

OLC small record(wywsha&motn)

Long box cd

Long box 2004

2004 VHS

Movie/book set

Long box OLC cassettes

Karaoke cassettes

Highlight cassettes

Robert Englund VHS

For Your Consideration 2004

Book casettes

Stage Fright

Props/Signed/Similar

Love Never Dies audience gift notebook

1992 tour Auction book prop

Jerry Mitchell signed LND after party invite

Phantoms Note from BWay x2

Don Juan Music from BWay x1 1/2

Ticket to 25th Anniversary Party

Majestic Theatre Phantom Barricade Cover

Photo cards, signed x16

Signed LOBs x2

Robert Englund autograph

Laird Mackintosh autograph

BWay 29th anniversary cast gift beanie

KAV’s dressing gown shoes

Manager’s BWay newspaper prop x4

Cast board name placards x3(2 BWay one Vegas)

Reopening cookies x2

London 35th anniversary rose petals and card

Il Muto page boy stockings

OBC cast member costume gloves

Printed cast member email

Cast made calendars 2006 and 2007

Full cast signed poster with Hugh

Signed trading card

Signed Michael Crawford Face mask

Signed Crawford Article

Signed 35 Poster

Signed Mask

Scrap of Christine’s wedding dress

Scrap of phantoms suit

10th anniversary invite

Opera glasses cast gift

Magazines

24/7 Magazine featuring Crivello

NYC City Guide 2014 & 2016

TODAY featuring Vegas

What’s On Vegas

Time Out New York

German LND

Theater Week 1988

In Theater 1998

Casino Player Magazine

Fate Magazine

Broadway Spotlight

Other

Megstine notebook

Mugs x7

Cups x5

Water Bottle

Ornaments x5

Phantom harmonica

Red death figure

Lon Chaney figure

Phantom Nutcracker

Phantom and Christine Barbies

Tote bag x4

Phantom creamer tops, complete set

Postcards x6

LOBs x2

Magnet x5

Stickers x12

Phantom Cat sticker set

Chibi phantom sticker set

Angel patch

Greeting cards x2

Posters x5

Art print

Calendar

Ramin based doll

Phantom doll + Ayesha

Snerik

Pen

Mardi Gras coin

Felt Raoul and Erik

Francœur bean

Small hand painted canvas

25th Anniversary limited edition boxed set

Canada gift bag

Mexico phone card

Japanese train card x2

Trading card

Lon Chaney money

Lon Chaney stamp

Pencil

Phone case

Gift bag

Japanese posters x6

Herbert Lom ad stamp

Complete LND London draft script

Blanket

Operetta

34th Anniversary blank playbill sticker sheets

Goosebumps pen

Goosebumps magnet

Goosebumps stickers x9

Bendyfigs phantom

German postcard

Angel of Music coffee

Where Dreams Descend popcorn holder

Raoul and Christine art print

Large paper bag

1994 calendar

Ireland phone card

Movie screening invite

German something?

Frame

Vegas key card

Angel of music bear

Tea towels x2

Mask sticker

Blockbuster card

Phantom press invite

Mini 2004 scrapbook

Playing cards

Assorted Japanese 2004 film memorabilia(10 pieces)

2004 film poster and booklet

1999 ticket info

2023 newspaper clippings

Gingerbread ornament

Aussie keychain

Phantom/Christine blanket

2011 wall calendar

2012 wall calendar

2013 wall calendar

Angel ornament

Universal Erik doll

Sarah/Steve Ad

1993 calendar

2004 Mylar

1995 calendar

Italy confetti

Crawford ornament

Halloween figure

Matchbox

Soap?

Heart frame

Jewelry

Pins x11

Charm bracelet

Necklace x2

Key chains x14

Replica Ring

Hair bow x2

Think of Me hair clips

Jewelry pouch

Music Boxes

Square black jewelry music box

Il Muto

Limited Edition boat scene

Boat Scene

Phantom and Christine wedding

Porcelain signs x2

Limited edition mirror scene

Mirror scene

Mirror

Limited edition MotN

Red Death

Throne water globe

Music water globe

Phantom w/ stick water globe

Rooftop water globe

Russian egg(?)

Mirror scene water globe

Phantom w/ stick

Phantom in throne

Monkey music box

Limited edition Jack in the box

Boat scene water globe(broken globe)

Russian egg (?? Missing top)

Small music box(no music)

Universal Phantom and Christine

Phantom and Christine with Marni

Opera House

Phantom Automata

Madame Alexander Christine Doll

Broken Mirror

Erik and Christine porcelain figure

Music pedestal

Clothing

Socks

Glow in the dark boxers

Night shirt

Phantom BWay x2

Sydney Harbour shirt

Christine dressing gown VTC

Peacock dress

US tour grey shirt

Christmas Sweatshirt

Toronto shirt

Candy of the Opera

1988 mask shirt

Phantom of the Opry shirt

New York shirt

Mask sweatshirt

Ghost Red Death Shirt

35th anniversary shirt

Italy shirt

Programs/Playbills/ETC

Loose understudy slips x14

Ticket stubs x11

Newspaper clippings

Mini flyers x6

Flyers x40

Ken Hill souvenir program

2004 film souvenir program

ALW souvenir programs x49

BWAY playbills x63

Signed playbills x12

Tour playbills x20

London programs x18

YK phantom playbill

World tour playbill

Melbourne playbill

Robert Englund film souvenir program

Italy program

Sweden program

Music Books

ALW piano x3(easy, intermediate, expert)

2004 film

YK phantom

LND London

I can honestly say this may not even be everything because sometimes I forget to add new acquisitions to the list. If there’s anything on the list you wanna see pics of, I’m happy to share!

[green-planets]

Making up for some missed StEx Appreciation Month days! Here's an old family photo of Human! AU Freight Family. In addition to adopting all these kiddos, Momma and Poppa also opened their doors to any kids who had troubled home lives, so CB and BV were at their house quite a bit. Eventually, they'd adopt Rusty too!

I put more StEx Appreciation Month stuff under the cut because it's long

StEx Appreciation Month Day Twelve: Poppa/Momma!

Favorite Songs/Moments: The intro to Starlight Express and the Starlight Sequence, love Poppa/Momma's duet with Rusty ❤️

Favorite Costume: I don't have a favorite. All of them are fine

Favorite Ships: Poppa x Belle or Momma x Belle are fine

Unpopular opinions: I don't really like Light at the End of the Tunnel. I'm sorry, the conversion to steam stuff just rubs me the wrong way

StEx Appreciation Month Day Thirteen: Rockies! The sillies!!

Favorite Songs/Moments: Freight! Also love watching them during Poppa/Momma's blues. Shout out to Right Place, Right Time being so objectively funny! Here's Rusty at his lowest then the Rockies bust in and tell him to give up while dropping the sickest dance moves

Favorite Costume: The old Bochum ones, gotta love the booty shorts (also Pink! Rocky, my beloved)

Favorite Ships: Brocky, I don't have any ships for Rocky 2 or 3

Unpopular opinions: None I guess? Bring back Rocky 4 but make him pink??

Stex Appreciation Month Day Fourteen: Hip Hoppers! I don't have much to say about them, but their version of the Rap is cheesy and fun

StEx Appreciation Month Day Fifteen: Dustin! Super underrated, I love Dustin so much

Favorite Songs/Moments: His little moment with Rusty after the Starlight Sequence, going ham on the harmonica during Poppa/Momma's Blues, the OLC Rap where he defends Rusty. I'm so glad that he stays back with Flat-Top now after Rusty is beaten up by the gang. If you can't tell, Dustin and Rusty's friendship is so important to me 🥺

Favorite Costume: Once again, I don't think I have a favorite but the Bochum ones are nice

Favorite Ships: Rustin is cute

Unpopular opinions: None!

StEx Appreciation Month Day Sixteen: Flat-Top! The smelly garbage boy (affectionate)

Favorite Songs/Moments: He's so fun to watch in general! The brick selfies are great and he's especially hilarious during Pumping Iron and Poppa/Momma's Blues

Favorite Costume: I appreciate his London look, but Bochum edges it out for me. I like the bricks

Favorite Ships: Flat-Top x Brick I don't actively ship him with anyone

Unpopular opinions: I don't think I have any!

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Please rank the Astrid Lindgren stories

I'll only do a top 10 because this woman has written so many stories and is the closest we have to a secluded religion over here. So if I don't mention some, now you know.

1. Madicken

Mischievous badass little girl? I know we got Pippi but Madicken's life is tbh more appealing to me. She comes from a wealthy home, but their closest neighbours are poor, the husband is drunk and the wife is ready to sell her body to science to get some money. Their son is 14 but he's so big and cool (until he dresses up as a ghost and scares the shit out of you). Madicken's dad also refuses to be a normal upper class man, inviting their maid to the ball for example. The local mean girl who Madicken has a beef with turns out is very poor, and when she gives Madicken lice, Madicken's mom invites the girl and her sister, and cleans ALL of their hairs. They're anti child spanking in a story set in a time when hitting and spanking children was common. THEY HAVE THIS SCENE OF MADICKEN'S FAMILY TRYING TO HAVE A PICNIC AND END UP RUNNING FROM BULLS AND HAVING TO CLIMB UP TREES AND IT ALWAYS MAKES ME LAUGH. Madicken jumps from a roof with an umbrella just to see if she can fly. She's completely unhinged, yet so loveable. I also love her and her sister's relationship so much. Lisabet is also really funny.

2. The Children of Noisy Village

Just a slice of life story about children living in the countryside in early 1900s Sweden. Honestly great for a lot of historical fiction, showing how they lived back then, but also it's so cozy?? Just the kids, going through their everyday life, and causing chaos. It's april 1st, THE ENTIRE CLASS comes to the school at 6 AM to change the time, then go wake up the teacher (who DOES live in the school because this is Sweden in the countryside), and prank her. The same day, one of the boys tricks the other to go give a salesman a bunch of rocks, creating the most memeable quote "Sa du sten?!" that sweblr uses as a meme tag now. One of the kids is afraid to loose his baby teeth, so his neighbours SNEAK INTO HIS ROOM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND DRAGS IT OUT WHILE HE SLEEPS. They have the coziest christmas where all the kids lie in a row on the floor and sleep. One of the kids accidentally fall into the water as they're ice skating, and it teaches kids what to do if this ever happens to someone! At one point everyone goes out in the forest to look for a mythical creature and one of the kids strips his clothes off and sits naked on a rock with a harmonica pretending to be him. The stuff these kids get up to, you wish you lived there with them! You wish you had the childhood they had!

Also the 1987 movie adaptation has every kid have a totally different accent and it's hilarious.

3. Pippi Longstocking

Was gonna put her lower but then I remembered how many times I watched "Pippi on the run" as a kid and changed my mind. But my sister was more obsessed with the actual show adaptation, I was more into the movies. Pippi is cool! However I remember sometimes getting second hand embarrassment when she didn't act the way you're supposed to in social situations. Especially when she got invited to the reception and dipped her head in the cake and kept messing everything up. Literally not the point about Pippi, like the point is that she breaks the rules and I am happy she's just herself and doesn't care for any norms, and yet I feel second hand embarrassment during those moments she's in other people's houses (or when she broke off a mannequin arm at the store). I don't know why! I do however appreciate that she's randomly magic, like making the most scary impressions (the dark man-voice in the tree still haunts me) and in the "on the run" movie she just goes biking without wheels and ends up FLYING ON A BROOMSTICK at the end (Pippi has been a witch all along!!!!!!!!!!)

4. Lotta on troublemaker street

Lotta is every single youngest sibling combined into one person. She's that one kid in the family that everyone has a story about. Although the thing I remember the most was when her brother decided to climb a cliff and ended up falling into the water. I was for some reason also obsessed with the fact that her sister's full name was Mia-Maria. Her dad is also one of the best dads in all of Astrid Lindgren tbh. Lotta I think is just how it feels being the youngest of the family and not really being allowed the same things as your siblings because you're too young, and it's not fair! And so you revolt, and runaway to the neighbour lady who is more than happy to play with you. You wanna ride a bike like your siblings so you STEAL AN ADULT BIKE and ride down the street. It feels like the whole world is against you, but you're also literally five years old. And because of your 5 year old willpower, you also manage to save christmas and get a christmas tree for your family.

5. Ronja the Robber's Daughter

I honestly didn't find this as appealing as a kid, I remember thinking the movie adaptation was WAY TOO LONG (and it was, it was over 2 hours), but I've grown to appreciate it way more. Especially since the new adaptation they released on Netflix. Also it has one of the catchiest themes, like I hum that robber's song every day. I love just seeing her play in the forest, I love her and Birk's banters... the creatures in the forest will forever scare me but goddamn those butt gnomes... everyone quotes them and we immediately know. Although tbh I've never been a fantasy kid, it could be why I wasn't as into this.

6. Seacrow island

Honestly?? I found it quite boring before Skrållan was born. Weird, huh? Thought it got better because they added a baby. It could however have to do with the final movie being one I watched a lot. I do appreciate the full series a lot more now than when I was a kid. I love the islands, I love the children's shenanigans. Still is so messed up how Westerman just gaslit Stina into thinking she sold Skrållan to him, when in reality he just made her get a cocoa ball as he returned Skrållan to her mom. I felt so bad for Stina??? SHE'S LIKE 7 YEARS OLD SHE JUST WANTED A COCOA BALL, AND SHE JUST WANTED TO BABYSIT THE ONLY BABY ON THE ISLAND SO SHE COULD FEEL BIG FOR ONCE. Also always got me so nervous when they snuck into Westerman's house to retrieve his gun so that he wouldn't shoot a fox. I also wish Teddy and Freddy were more developed, it felt like they just stopped caring about them, but they were interesting.

7. Karlsson on the roof

This is ONLY because of the cartoon version. I hated the live action version as a kid and I felt SO BAD for Svante because Karlsson kept messing his life up ALL THE TIME. And then everyone blamed him because no one believed Karlsson existed. But it was slightly better in the cartoon, I think. I also remember quite liking the books, and I remember distinctly how I watched a play in Stockholm where BENJAMIN INGROSSO played Svante. Yeah, I've seen Benjamin Ingrosso when he was a literal CHILD playing on stage and that's how I'll remember him.

8. Emil in Lönneberga

It's mostly for the songs from the adaptation? Because I could never enjoy anything properly due to being so scared of Emil's dad. But the songs are such bangers. Also I have appreciated it so much more now when I'm grown than when I was a kid.

9. Mio my Mio

I remember my parents insisting on reading this to me when I was a kid and I didn't want them to, so I pretended to dislike the story. But tbh, I was kinda into it. I hate his foster parents so much, though?? Like imagine adopting a kid and being like "yeah we dislike you because you're not a girl like we wanted to adopt". Also, the theme song for the adaptation slaps, even though the adaptation is kind of... meh.

10. Brother's Lionheart

I remember as a kid not getting why everyone loved this, because I was like "I don't get it, I find it boring idk" (kid me really didn't pay attention when I watched the movie adaptation), but as I'm older... woah. Astrid Lindgren said "the two main characters, both minors, DIE in the first chapter. You're welcome". I really understand why this book caused such a controversy, ESPECIALLY due to the way it ends????? Also it got the iconic quote "All makt åt Tengil vår befriare".

[rozetheeuwu]

Been a while since I last heard about your OCs (or, actually most if not all of the Tumblr rebornverse OCs), so tell me anything you've been cooking up for them recently!

YEAAAAAH THANK YOU!!

Okay so like I said before I am making toyhouse pages for all of (rebornverse) ocs and Miles & Mavis are currently done! I just need to make some more new art for them! Speaking of art everyone is getting some new character art/refs!

Everyone is getting a bit of a re-haul! Either design or lore wise, some are major some are minor. Planning on making 10 year in the future refs/art for all my reborn ocs, so look out for that!

For the the ones I'm really working on are Chad and Dearil! I'm also making a new Rejuv oc namd Felix and a new Reborn oc named Lukey Arengee! (some v13.5 spoilers!)

Okay so quick reminder:

Mention of child abuse, death

Chad and Dearil lived in Almia with a woman named Aasha, who was cruel and manipulative, after their parents died. They are not blood related, they didn't even meet until Aasha brought them in.

Aasha mainly cares for money and power, but hides in the shadow for the most parts. She is a thief (and implied murdered).

A while after Dearil turns 18 Chad leaves to Reborn to start a new life, but promises to come back for them and take them with him. Dearil visits Reborn after Chad defeats Lin (Main Game). When they found out Chad 'disappeared' they assumed their brother abandoned them and left back home. Aasha lashed out at them and attacked them. Unfortunately she killed them on accident, although she wasn't too sad about that.

When Chad came back he was heartbroken to find out Dearil 'died' and defeated Aasha in a battle who 'disappeared' right after.

Chad then lived out his life in Reborn.

After Dearil died Variya pulled them back and asked them to become the interceptor. Dearil agreed. His soul was filled with hatred and the need to get revenge, however they didn't know why as their memories where erased for the most part. (some of their memories come back, all of them at their final battle against their brother)

Dearil tried to defeat team Xen and went along with the others in hopes that the feelings they were feeling would be quenched, but soon found out it didn't help. He didn't really care about helping any of the people who saw them as their friend and Clear and Kieran took that opportunity to ask them to join them.

They told them that if he helped them bring the world to oblivion the person that he hated so much would perish too, they agreed.

At some point Dearil is facing off against Chad, who was tipped off that his brother was alive and figured out what they were up too.

Chad defeated them and mortally wounded them and all the hatred Dearil felt went away. Chad said he would reset time using Dialga and fix all this, Dearil entered the Zeight (remotely) and tried to fix some things there so Chad wouldn't remember and Dearil would be able to fix their own mess as they started to feel regret.

Karma intervened and they struck a deal, no one (but Karma) retained their memories although they were saved in the zeight. Dearil then goes through the paragon run.

Chad stuff:

-He plays instruments, preferably windinstruments (harmonica and flute), but he also plays acoustic guitar and bass.

-He was very sheltered from the world by Aasha, although he knew he was trans he didn't know there was hormone treatment or surgeries he could take. Aasha did steal some T-shots from hospitals to give it to Chad, but he was under the impression she made it for him.

He also does not have had any surgeries, after learning that stuff like top surgery and bottom surgery exist he still decides not to take any as he is comfortable enough with his body as is.

-During the events of rejuv he has two babies (twins.) One named Riley, nickname Riri (Nickname is similar to Kiki) and one named Dearil II (named after his 'deceased' sibling.)

-He still specializes in ghost/dragon type, but half his team is sand based to mirror Solaris.

Dearil stuff:

-Before the interceptor stuff he used to try out different instruments to try and play music with their brother, although they gave up quickly on most of it. He did sing though which was one of the few things they enjoyed doing. He picks this back up late act 2 (karma files).

-Renegade Dearil does like and care for Mosely and Amber... To an extant. They're nice to those two, but if they get in their way... Well...

-Paragon Dearil's memories of his renegade path are hidden away, but still very much present. During act one most of it is them seeming to get a feeling of 'deja vu' which are actually just memories. During the quest where you meet Talon, Florin and Flora he gets 'weird visions and nightmares' (memories) of rift Talon and Florin how he acted during renegade if you choose the road to kill him.

During act two their memories seem to leak into reality. During act one renegade Dearil and Paragon Dearil make most of the same major choices (defeat madame X, don't give Cera the Magma Stone and save Amber), until act 2 starts and paragon Dearil after voices in their head tries to steer him from the path of oblivion (his past renegade self and the things Chad said during their last meeting in renegade)

His renegade self coming forth and taking over his current personality (this never last long). Others also get some weird feelings of deja vu and an uneasy feeling around Dearil during certain parts.

During the parts in Darclight time starts to distort around Dearil (and Florin and Erin who are with him at the time). An anomaly (renegade Dearil) appears after memories with Chad were once again unlocked. P!Dearil is unconscious during this and Florin and Erin are forced to fight the anomaly (Dearil's pokemon helping out trying to protect their trainer).

Stuff like this happens a few times.

Eventually when Adrest unlocks their intereptor form the memories get released as well, but they take form as r!Dearil. The two fight and Adrest gives the option to lock the memories away again.

Both Dearils and Aero talk for a bit and decide that they shouldn't hide from the past. Adrest and Nancy warn that everyone will remember what they did.

They won't remember everything at once, and not everyone will remember things as fast as the others, but they'll remember.

They go for it anyway and the paragon Karma Files play out as normal for the most part there.

Well there is a scene after they return from the zeight and they and Melia go through the ruined timeline stuff as, well, the others remembered. They all decide to trust Dearil in the end.

-R!Dearil specializes in Dark/Ghost, to represent evil and death.

P!Dearil specializes in Normal/Ghost, Normal to contrast with the fact nothing in any of their lives was normal to begin with.

Complete!Dearil specializes in Normal/Fire, Normal because they just want to put their past behind them and be a regular person. Fire as their life has started a new, a new flame if you will.

-All of P!Dearil's old ghosts were gifted to some of his friends.

Felix!!!

Felix's host is Ariana. He does not specialize in a type, but his pokemon are friendship themed! He uses pokemon that evolve via friendship and uses pokemon that are the aces of his loved ones. His starter is Torchic to represent his host!

You can figure out Lukey's case.

Sorry for the entire long ramble these were supposed to be fun facts, oops.

[dollarbin]

Dollar Bin #39:

Willie Nelson & Roger Miller's Old Friends

Willie Nelson put out records in the early 80's with the same feverish regularity with which I pass gas. Every few minutes he'd rip off another album, which raises all kinds of red flags about their quality. Did anyone sniff this stuff before it wafted out of him or did he just saturate the radio waves with flatulence, transforming his discography into something akin to the 6am environment under my bedsheet?

This record from 82 looked especially unpromising in the Dollar Bin last week, even for that era. But I bought it anyway; I'm a sucker for Willie and for Roger Miller too. Even so, before I drop the needle for the first time, let's count the concerns:

It's a Buddy Record. Nelson had a lot of buddies in the 80's, all of them fairly washed up 60's country artists who were only too happy to team up for a single afternoon and record an entire album with Steam Train Willie in the hopes of reviving their careers. Indeed, there are so many Willie Buddy Records that I wouldn't be surprised if he recorded one with My Buddy, the 80's doll sensation. Maybe that's Willie singing the theme song!

My famous brother surely craved one of these creepy toys as a child. I'll bet he's cuddling with one as we speak...

But back to why this album looks suspect:

Old Friends does not even merit its own page on Wikipedia. Everything merits a page on Wikipedia. My farts surely have individualized entrees. Speaking of which, it's time to squeeze off another one... No one in my family even noticed!

The record's sales merited no place on any chart of any kind. Nelson made a chart topping record, which I own and have never listened to, with Ray Price in this era; I have no idea who Ray Price even is.

Ever since his outstanding mid-60's run of records Roger Miller had done nothing whatsoever of musical consequence, except, of course, perform as a cartoon chicken.

And just look at the cover. Do the Grammys give out an award for Best Costuming? If so, this record would not win. Nelson is dressed in a New Balance workout tank top and sneakers; what, were his Reebok duds in the wash? Or maybe he had an athletic contract with New Balance! The Willie Nelson workout craze: get high and record yet another album in double time. And what's with Miller saluting us through his backside? Was he copying Willie and tooting out the musical fruit? In case you just can't get enough of the image, Nelson and Miller offer up its gassy reverse on the rear:

But the biggest reason to doubt the merits of this record is the direction Nelson took in terms of his arrangements in the 80's. We're talking drum pads, choirs, hand claps and schmaltz. The Red Headed Stranger made way for Cheese Farts and Danger.

For example, Willie's version of the summer camp classic City of New Orleans should be a thing of easy, spacious beauty. All the track needs is for Mickie Raphael to play a little sweet harmonica here and there, Nelson's sister Bobbie to add a whiskey saloon's tinkling keys and Willie, strumming on his legendary six string and singing his quavering heart out.

But far too often we don't get what we want from One-Eyed Willie in the 80's. Instead we get what sounds like the soundtrack for a Dan Quayle campaign spot:

Yuck.

And so it was a huge relief just now when I actually dropped the needle on this thing. The opening title track, penned, like almost everything else on the record, by Miller himself, sounds downright lovely. We've got real drums, tasty lead acoustic, Miller still sounds like his fantastic self and Willie sounds like he's got the right workout in mind.

Not everything is right. Things get weird on the second verse when a third amigo shows up to sing - this time, good grief, it's Ray Price (!) instead of Martin Short - and then a phallic saxophone and unnecessary choir shoulder their way in nonsensically. But I like what I hear on this opening track - if this is what Willie's farts smell like I'd like to spend some quality in his water closet.

The second track, Husbands and Wives, is one of Miller's greatest songs and the headlining two amigos cover it nicely without fuss. We've got welcome strings instead of the flaccid saxophone and the honky-tonk piano sounds great.

The rest of this record is more of the same. No note is surprising, Willie sings Miller's songs with care and devotion (though there is no sign of him needing to don athletic gear for the labors involved at any point), Miller sneaks in a few moments of his signature vocal gymnastics, and no one involved audibly breaks wind; rather they cut some actual cheese, lay out some actual crackers and spend a highly enjoyable afternoon together recording an album no one but me will ever listen to again. It's great!

[thetwistedcryptid]

What would your boys get if they ever go to a starbucks? (this popped in my brain while wishing i had a double shot can from the gas station)

hmm.. that's an interesting one! you didn't say which of my characters, so i just picked a few of them Taranis: Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino .. maybe with some extra chocolate syrup sometimes .. he has such a strong sweet tooth, but wouldn't ever admit it. has probably bribed or threatened the baristas to never mention his order to anyone.

Bowie: Frozen Pineapple Passionfruit Lemonade Starbucks Refresher. mega fruit lover in the house!! def something he would drink after working on his families farm, or after a lot of harmonica playing at his dorms hidden 'tavern'. sweet boi likes sweet treats! probs trys to get/mimic the recipe to make it for his friends.

Cailean: Iced Peach Green Tea Lemonade - with extra lemon. very refreshing after a streak of pranks on his dorm mates, or for soothing his dry throat after light music club rehearsals. best mix of sour and sweet for him.

Bomani: Iced Matcha Tea Latte with Oleato Golden Foam ... not sure how to explain this one, but just trust me on this. (am i just saying it cuz of the vibes? cuz its green like seaweed and hes a merman? who knows..)

Hikaru: Emperor's Clouds & Mist (hot tea/green tea) sometimes keeping it simple is the way to go! he just really likes tea.. has probably tried all the types starbucks has like some kinda tea-type food critique but with only compliments and genuine reviews, no negativity here folks. always gives decent tips, even if he doesn't end up liking his order.

Oisín: some simple hot chocolate with LOTS of whipped cream, and a little cinnamon sprinkled on top :3 caffeine makes him a little sleepy but mainly doesn't have much of an effect (plain caffeine tastes icky to him, too). so he goes for the sweeter hot stuff.

Wyborne: Pumpkin cream cold brew .. with LOTS of expresso shots. like, as many as the workers are legally allowed to give him - whatever number that is to where it won't kill him but still keep him awake for 3 weeks straight without seeing god. he's a busy boy ('i dont have a problem, you do' - said him)

Fǔzhù: Iced Royal English Breakfast Tea Latte - he would drink like maybe 3 a day if he had the time to go out and get them. but, his schedule is usually too packed for even short trips like that. so its a rare, but nice, treat for him.

[falloutbradreviews]

Vinyl Obscura, Episode III: Stealin’ Horses - S/T

All of the albums I got that I’m starting this series with are from the 1980s, and it seems like it’s because a lot of stuff was happening in that decade. I mentioned that in the last episode, but tons of different styles of music were being pioneered or perfected, including new wave, post-punk, AOR, hair metal, hip-hop, hardcore, and tons more stuff. Because of that, so many bands formed, got signed, released an album or two then disappeared. One of these bands is Kentucky roots-rock / Americana band Stealin’ Horses. I found a copy of their 1988 self-titled debut at a peddler’s mall, and I was really taken by the album cover, so I figured I’d check it out.

As is the course with this series, I didn’t know anything about this band going into this, so I did some research and found that they were a band from Lexington. They got signed to Arista in the mid-80s after some hype from another band a couple of the members were in. From what I read, their debut album sold about 100,000 copies, but they were dropped from the label due to them saying that the band didn’t have a top 40 single. What’s odd is that Stealin’ Horses’ self-titled debut album is actually pretty solid, and I’m shocked this band never got any bigger, because the debut has some songs that easily could been big singles. Maybe not a number one hit, necessarily, but there’s a lot of potential in the debut album.

The vocals are quite good, vocalist Kopana Terry has a really good voice that really elevates these songs, especially when a lot of this record is relatively generic folk-rock / roots-rock. It’s nothing new, but it sounds like an 80s modernization of the 70s Laurel Canyon scene. At the time, something like this was rather unique in the mainstream, but like with Lone Justice, maybe that’s why they never caught on. What’s crazy is that Neil Young plays harmonica on the song “Harriet Tubman,” but the band never got that much exposure. This record is pretty good, albeit nothing amazing, and that could be why it never truly caught on.

I think this band deserved better, especially because they got dropped by Arista, released another album in 1991, and then broke up in 1992. Despite the record selling decently, especially for 1988, it’s weird they never got any bigger. Maybe it was because their sound wasn’t what was popular at the time, or they didn’t have a single that could transcend its sound, but they’re an obscure band that those in the know are sure to enjoy. I’m glad I heard this album, and it’s worth hearing if you enjoy country-rock, and its adjacent genres, even if it may not blow you away or be something completely unique and off the wall.

[adultjazz]

y-rod

TRACK BY TRACK #2

this post is about y-rod

this track was born out of some cello scratching at the end of suffer one, and originally went on into suffer two (can’t decide if we’re gonna release that one)

recorded mainly on the isle of wight

was listening to lots of string quartet music that used really basic stuff/rules/elements which made composing in that way seem more approachable, familiar, like a band

speed ing up / slowing down / call and response / volleying notes / nothing too harmonically techy

anyway wanted to explore that by playing some harmonic cello phrases (only kind i can do bc no finger placement anxiety) and hocketting some single notes

tom created some bendy/wolf howl cello chords by vocodering them

used the needly note at the top of a harmonica to emulate some scott walker-y discord high violins

shout out to dear pal Seb Gainsborough/Vessel for helping lift the audio of the digital page and into something more dimensional

the singing is vague, i planned a few nouns and verbs but wanted it to feel a bit loose and explorative, so just did lots of takes with that stuff

i had the phrase “some farmer in trouble” and played around with that towards the end

a y rod is a form of geomancy / divination, following the pull of a y-shaped stick towards (hopefully) water

think this was about being open to the old ways, deep brain geographical sensitivity rather than only tech fixes, life straws, desalination plants etc

i am worried about water! 

maybe the rod is just a nice totem for feeling a deeper pull towards survival which is love 

[papercraane]

Conor oberst shitposting again but I need to talk about how Ruminations is such an underrated album. It's a collection of music that I have found comfort in and returned to time and time again, nothing tops the stripped back production when it comes to appreciating conors unique vocals, and the soulful harmonica is such a beautiful element that ties each song together. The lyrics are so heartfelt, some of my favorite writing moments of bright eyes discog is in this album. If you're a fan of bright eyes' more folksy stuff, please I beg go check it out if you haven't, it will not disappoint:)