ronnieroseart · 2 years ago
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Do you think your precious guide can save you here?
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Power Rangers Fan Candles - Mansion
This is a fan project, not associated with Hasbro, Saban, or any storefront.
15. Mansion - Power Rangers: Operation Overdrive
The stately home above hides the secret robotics lab below.
Today, my friends over at The Morphin’ Grid finished Operation Overdrive, so I pushed this candle up to celebrate! Check them out if you like two delightful idiots recapping Power Rangers!
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wanderingmaskdragons · 2 years ago
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ronnie rose dragon! based on Ronnie from Lost Times!
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unholyhelbig · 11 months ago
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part 4 mob boss mommy *i mean natty oops*
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Title: The Oversight [Part 4/7]
Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff
Wordcount: 4325
Warnings: Gun imagery, heights, unecessary tension, horrible grammar, and funnel cake
[A/n: Heads up, I wrote this while I had the flu & a pretty bad fever, so it's not my greatest work. Thank you all for the postive feedback!]
[ Part one | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven ]
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“Hit me.” Natasha’s words were growled, a low rumble compared to the warm spring breeze that produced nothing but a balmy environment. Sweat glossed her collarbone, moved against expanses of skin that you had let yourself imagine, but had never seen. She was a distraction, despite being your instructor.
Her wrapped fist made contact with your jaw, a metallic taste coating your tongue. You let out a grunt of protest, fingers quickly working against the area to ease the throbbing pain. “That wasn’t fair,”
“You think they’re going to play fair? Focus up. Hit me.”
There was something about being this close to Natasha that formed a pit in your stomach. You were meant to have skin on skin contact, though most of your mornings for the past two weeks had been spent at the gun range, she had deemed you ready enough to learn how to fight. It was an art, you figured, not just something you could blindly go into.
For the first fifteen minutes of your day, you had watched Natasha and Kate spar. Yelena was standing next to you, a borderline predatory gaze on her face. You’d realized that it was one of the only emotions she harbored, and that Clint was rightful in his fear. Still, her attention was not focused on you, and that was good enough for the time being.
Instead, it was homed in on Kate. “I have been teaching her for nearly a year now.”
“She’s good.”
“You do not have to lie, y/n. She’s sloppy, reckless. Look how calculated Natalia is.”
Those emerald eyes were tracking every move the taller girl made. She’d initiated contact with Kate’s ribs, with her knees, and her shoulders. She’d fallen to the grass more times than you could count, but she still got up. That’s what seemed to count around here. Even as green a brown stained her workout gear, and as purple blotches of dead blood rose to the surface of her skin.
“It pays to learn fighting styles. That is something the Danver’s family does not understand. They hire whoever they can. Bodies over skill, it can work in some situations, but not all.”
“When did this… war start?”
“Mm, the power struggle has been raging for decades. Our parents, and their parents, and their parents before them. Both of us were trained to take over the family business. Men, they fight with their hearts and not their heads. When Carol and Natalia took up the mantel, things only got worse.”
You felt silly, growing up on these city blocks, and not realizing that a fight bigger than yourself was raging just within the shadows. You supposed that was a good thing. If you knew, you’d have taken Ronnie out of here in a second.
Kate hit the ground for a fourth time, the air knocked out of her lungs. She still had enough left to groan and prop herself up on her elbows. Natasha chuckled, the sound bubbling past her lips. This was much too fun for her.
“She is fragile.” Yelena nudged you with her arm. You frowned. Kate accepted the outstretched hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. She looked dazed. “Do not tell her I said so, but she was looking for a project. You have to give it your all. For both of your sakes.”
You drew in a breath to respond, but Yelena clapped a hand on your back before taking a step toward the dueling duo. “Alright Nat! I think you’ve tortured Kate Bishop enough. Do not break her.”
Kate was bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet, her fists raised in a defensive position. Her lip was split, rusty crimson against the corner of her mouth. “I can do this all day.”
“You do not have to.” Yelena’s nose scrunched up “You stink. Go take a shower.”
The blonde shoved Kate playfully towards the house, trailing behind her and murmuring things in Russian. She’d left you alone with Natasha, something you had become quite accustomed to. In your workout gear, you felt more than a little exposed, her stare raking up and down your form before her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink than they already were.
The two of you had sat on the lawn chairs as she wrapped your knuckles, had you punch the palm of her hand to see how much blowback it would cause. You were holding back, and you both knew it. Her last command had been non-negotiable.
When you swung your right hand towards her jaw, Natasha wrapped her fingers around your wrist. She had flipped you onto the ground with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. You’d flailed in panic instead of going limp like Kate had.
You’d dragged Natasha down on top of you. Her body weight was warm from the beating sun, her elbows on either side of your head. Natasha’s knee was between yours, pressing into your core. You let out a small gasp at the sensation, pulling in her musky scent of sweat and clove.
Stray strands of russet hair framed Natasha’s face as she peered down at you, her chest heaving, each breath pushing her closer to you. Her nose was brushed against yours. The two of you were impossibly close, soul-crushingly so. You were certain that she could feel your heartbeat through your shirt.
She made a quite noise “Pet, if you wanted to get me on top of you, all you had to do was ask.”
Your gaze had given you away, and Natasha suddenly had a shit-eating grin against her lips. You hooked your legs against hers an arm wrapping around her waist. In a smooth move, you had her flipped against the grass, eyes reflecting the blue of the cloudless sky. She nearly seemed impressed, and you preened at the stare.
That was before her knee came up and knocked the wind out of you for the second time. You grunted, rolling off her. The two of you stared up at the sky for a few moments before she hoisted herself up and offered you a hand. You batted it away out of habit, rising on your own.
“When you fall, you fall with grace.” Natasha said, her voice stoney, right back to her serious self. “That way you don’t end up like we just were.”
“And if they ask?” you lifted an eyebrow at her, a hint of malice in her voice. She took a step closer to you, and that ever-intoxicating scent filled your lungs once more. Your ribs still ached from her kick, fingers massaging the sore spot. However, all of your movement halted.
Her voice was murmured and rusty. “I don’t want anyone else on top of you.”
“Okay,” You whispered, throat suddenly tight. “Then show me how.”
Veronica had the excited reflection of light in her eyes. They scanned the traveling fair that had been set up in the park bordering the harbor and a square city block. Each year, tents with local vendors would go up, rides and carnival games in their stead.
The scent of kettle corn filled your lungs, a mix of sweet and salty that reminded you of your own childhood spent here. It was the one constant that every foster family took part in. Sometimes you’d be given a stack of tickets, others, you’d get enough for a large cup of the best lemonade you had ever tasted.
Her hand tightened around yours, squeezing in excitement. Despite your current situation, you couldn’t help but smile. The soft sound of music and the light breeze was enough to make your forget about your aching muscles, and the light sweater that you had thrown on to hide the bruising against your shoulders, your arms, and collarbone. Natasha had really done a number on you.
“Jimmy is a nice guy, he really is, but the whole magic thing is driving me nuts.” Darcy used her forefingers to pinch off a bit of blue cotton candy, shoving it into her mouth. She talked around the melting sugar. “Seriously, he spilled my coffee all over my lap attempting a card trick and then attempted to mop it up with a never-ending handkerchief.”
You snickered at that, earning a look cut from glass. “What? I’m sorry about your drycleaning, but it is kind of funny.”
“Yeah, whatever. I just have to grow a backbone. He doesn’t try to pull that shit with Monica. No one tries to pull that shit with her.” She knelt in front of Ronnie, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “You’re not going to tolerate stupid magic tricks, are you?”
She was met with a silent, but amused stare, her eyebrow lifted. You’d been leveled with that look more than once yourself. It dissolved you into more laughter. “Alright, alright. No magic for the kid. Does the Ferris Wheel count as magic?”
“Well sure, but only at the worlds fair.”
You rolled your eyes but effectively tugged them both into the line. It had always been one of your favorites. It gave you a good look at the city you called home. Of course, your view of that city had been stunted lately. It never truly changed the beauty of the lights and the way they reflected off the water.
Your shoulder came in contact with chilled leather, your attention having been trained on fishing through your pockets for the small red tickets. Your eyes shot up, ready to rush out an apology until the words stopped in your throat.
Seeing Natasha outside of her manor was jarring. She looked nearly the same, a tight-fitting black T-shirt and a leather jacket draped over her shoulders. Her hair was loose, unlike it was at training earlier in the day, cascading down her shoulders. Her make-up was light, her unripe stare pouring into yours. That bewilderment melted into her cool exterior as if it were never there in the first place.
“Natasha,” the word poured from your lips before you could stop it, and the corner of her mouth quirked up in amusement. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
“I can take a hit” She stated matter-of-factly. You were well aware of the fact, and you had to stifle a shiver as it worked its way down your spine. Hours before she had been nestled so perfectly on top of you.
Your cheeks heated up and you glanced sparingly at your friend, her own eyes going back and forth between the both of you. It was then that you noticed Clint, towering over Natasha with his arms crossed over his chest. He gave you a finger wave, and you lifted your chin in return.
“I’m Darcy, you are?” She was beyond forward, and it made you internally cringe. She reached her hand out to the very woman that ran the city. It was like sticking your hand in the lions enclosure covered in steak sauce.
“Natasha,” her words dripped with a subtle hint of her accent “This is Clint.”
“Howdy,” he knelt then, Veronica was clinging tightly to your leg, peeking around tentatively. She hugged you closer as he spoke. “You must be Veronica.”
The woman in front of you softened as you had never seen before. Her eyes grew brighter, though you could pin that on the circulating lights of the Ferris Wheel. There was a genuine smile on her lips as she looked at the girl who hugged you ever close.
“She doesn’t talk much, I’m afraid.” Your hand moved comfortingly to her shoulder. Ronnie seemed comfortable, if not excited about the rides that were teeming around them.  
Nat smiled at you “Oh, I’m sure she’ll speak when she has something to say.”
Ronnie’s death-grip on your leg seemed to loosen a bit as Clint straightened up. Darcy continued to scrutinize you and Natasha, something mischievous in her stare that you didn’t exactly care for. She rocked back and forth on her feet and directed her attention to Clint.
“How good are you at skeeball?”
“An absolute beast.” Clint replied.
“What do you say to a challenge? I bet I can kick your ass with the power of science. Winner springs for funnel cake.”
You picked up on the subtle look Clint gave Natasha and the even more subtle wave that she responded with. She blew an amused breath. Darcy stretched her hand towards Ronnie and wiggled her finger. “Kid, you staying or going?”
This time, Ronnie looked up at you for confirmation and you gave her a small, encouraging nod. She dislodged herself and wrapped her hand around Darcy’s. The promise of flaky and sweet funnel cake topped with powdered sugar was too tantalizing.
Admittedly, you were used to being left alone with Natasha at this point. Though it had mostly been in a business capacity. She seemed almost shy now, the line for the Ferris Wheel inching ever so closer.
“We can still go on, if you want.” She suggested.
“Yeah, yes. Of course.” You replied, “that would be lovely.”
“Your friend is very persistent.”
“She’s harmless, really.”
“And your daughter. She’s beautiful.” Natasha shoved her hands into her pockets, the two of you inching closer in line. “Just like her mother.”
Once again, you could feel the breath lodge in your throat, your cheeks flushing with fire. She was so bold at moments, and you remained silent in your conquest. There was no telling what was overstepping, though she blinked at you expectantly.
You fumbled dumbly with the tickets in your pockets, presenting them to the attendant. You both ended up in a cherry red car lined with nice leather cushions. Natasha’s thigh was warm against yours, her thick scent coating your lungs. Her arm was around the back of the cart, and a familiar sense of safety settled within you.
“You worry about her,” Natasha said to fill the silence as they loaded each cart. It lurched forward and back, making your stomach turn. “I didn’t start speaking until I was nine years old. My mother, she was so concerned that she rushed to be every specialist that money could buy. Whole days spent driving to different counties, just for them to say that same thing. Nothing is wrong, and I’ll talk when I’m ready.”
“What was that moment? The one where you were ready?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “The thing about being quiet, is that people tend not to notice when you’re in the room. My father protected Yelena and I from his world for as long as he could, but eavesdroppers hear no good of themselves, and others. I watched him give a man his last drink before shooting him between the eyes.”
“Fuck, Natasha.” You murmured.
“He doesn’t know I saw that. I ran as quietly as I could back to my room and hid under the duvet like a child. Something snapped in me that day and I no longer wanted to be silent. I suppose the fear of displeasing either of them ebbed the words from me.”
She was being vulnerable in front of you, a side that you had never seen. There were always her subtle touches, and her purred words that would hit the pit of your stomach. You’d watch as she gave unwavering commands to Clint, to Yelena and Kate. But this was different. This was her.
The city sparkled around you. Tricolored lights reflected off the blackness of the causeways that lapped listlessly at the harbor. If you squinted, you could almost make out the mansion where you spent most of your time.
The carnival buzzed below. Her scent was overwhelming, so warm and welcoming despite her danger. And dangerous she was. It was alluring, exciting. You looked at her, eyes pouring with emotion. Not so much pity, as she would snap your wrist at the fact. But a simple understanding.
Tentatively, you reached up and cupped her cheek. You both were too far above the ground to be realized and the simple gesture was one of good faith. Surprisingly, she leaned into your touch, making a quiet, relieved noise.
Your voice was whispered, “You didn’t deserve that. You were just a kid.”
She had closed her eyes, reveling in the warmth of your contact. Her features were so soft, so broken in this moment that you resisted the urge to kiss her frown away. Before you could contemplate it, the Ferris Wheel lurched and she gently took her fingers and wrapped them around your wrist, lowering both of your hands into her lap.
“She’ll talk,” Natasha gave your hand a squeeze “give her time.”
Natasha cleared her throat as the cart neared the end of its journey. She pulled away entirely, her arm still along the back of the seat. When she leaned closer, you could feel the weight of the gun in the inside pocket of her jacket. Seriousness had lidded over her eyes once more.
“We have a job tonight, and I want you to come along.” She said, breath hot on your collarbone.
You were suddenly snapped back to reality. Natasha was in fact the head of a crime ring that you had unwittingly stumbled into. Up until now, aside from the brutal beating, it had almost felt like child’s play. She’d relearned you how to shoot, and you knew the very basics of fighting. But, you were far from her Winter Soldier stand in. You weren’t even a toy soldier.
She sensed your hesitancy. “I have a meeting at a restaurant downtown. It’s not going to go south, but if it does, I need you there. You won’t be alone.”
“Clint?” You asked.
She shook her head “guys got a family of his own, he must spend some time with them outside of work hours. Kate.”
You fought back the noise that threatened to escape your throat. You didn’t doubt Kate, but you certainly doubted yourself. You didn’t have your own weapon, and the threat of leaving a restaurant with a bullet lodged between your ribs became very real, very quickly.
She chuckled at that, “I trust her. I trust you. Just stand there and follow her lead. Look hot and intimidating.”
“Is hot really a requirement?”
“Not really, but you pull it off.” There was a switch in her again, one that had been flipped effortlessly as she grabbed the collar of your sweater and pulled you impossibly close. You were nearly sitting in her lap. “Don’t fail me on this, y/n. It’s imperative that you do as you’re told.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You swallowed thickly as her hands wandered your side expertly. It took you a moment to realize that she had pulled the gun from her own coat and silently transferred it to yours before she released her hold on you. You had admit that you missed the touch instantly.
She stood from the cart when the attendant unlocked the door, reaching her hand out to you. You took it was ease, letting her help you onto the metal dismount. There were no words exchanged as you readjusted the weapon as slyly as you could muster, hands shoved into your pockets a moment later.
“I don’t know what to tell you, dude.” You could hear Darcy’s voice from within the crowds. It was easy to spot them, and you swore you saw the ghost of a smile on Natasha’s face. “The kid kicked both of our asses. Split the difference and pay up.”
“Yeah, fine.” Clint fished out his wallet and placed a couple of bills in Darcy’s waiting palm. “The price of carnival food these days is outrageous.”
Kate had presented you with a leather holster that fit snuggly around your chest and abdomen. She’d tightened the straps, your arms halfway raised. It felt a bit like a dressing room at the mall, her breath hot on your cheek as she tugged the center strap to make sure it was secure.
“Natasha likes us to be presentable.” She handed you a dark jacket to throw over the contraption. “Inconspicuous and deadly. But still presentable.”
You followed Kate’s lead. Natasha was to drive to the restaurant, and the two of you were to follow in a separate car. It was important to stay quiet unless you were spoken to directly by Natasha. Kate seemed at ease on the ride over, drumming her fingers against the steering wheel to an incoherent pop song.
The holster pinched you uncomfortably, but you were so deep into your own fear, your own reluctance, to pay much attention. Kate shot you a look, hard in her nature, and then softer when she glanced at you a second time.
“You’re much too tense” she flicked off the radio, delving you into a comfortable silence. “Lower your shoulders and relax. It’ll be an uneventful night.”
“Right,” you let out a shaky breath “uneventful.”
“Look, I can’t imagine how jarring this is for you. I would have shut down by now, changed my name and gone into witness protection if I was thrown into this life the way you are. Without a choice. But, we can make the best of it and do what we can to protect Natasha.”
“It seems like she can handle herself,”
Kate chuckled “Oh, she can. But she doesn’t keep us around just for protection. It’s a big city, she wants people she trusts. She wants a family. And I know it might not seem like it, but her welcoming you into her inner circle… it’s a blessing. Just like we’d go to bat for her, she’d do the same for us.”
You swallowed the dryness in your throat as Natasha pulled her car to the curb in front of a russet brick building. Kate did the same expertly, shutting off the engine. She clapped you on the shoulder, giving you one more encouraging smile. “One night at a time, y/n. Follow my lead.”
Kate opened the door for Natasha, and you had to keep your jaw from dropping on the ground at the sight of her. Her long leg stretched onto the sidewalk, her hand squeezing Kate’s in return as she helped her from the vehicle.
She wore a maroon dress, one that had a slit down the leg that left little to the imagination. The color matched the shirt Kate had given you earlier, everything orchestrated to a tee. The woman looked at you approvingly before she took striding steps towards the front of the building. Out of habit, you held the door open for you, another look sparkling in her dark eyes.
It was a restaurant that you had never set foot in. There was a sour, yet pleasant, scent of vinegar and cabbage masked with that of freshly baked bread and beef. The walls were painted deep green, black and white photos of rolling hills placed above empty tables.
It was clear what table you were to be led to. There was one in the center of the restaurant that was set up with a bottle of wine, and water. A candle burned in the middle, shading the woman who occupied it with shadows that stretched her delicate features. She wasn’t alone.
The woman had cropped blonde hair at the shoulders. Her hazel eyes were calculating, clocking Kate and yourself immediately. Kate pulled Natasha’s chair back, allowing her to sit before she took a step back. You flanked her sides, arms behind your back and stare trained straight ahead like a sentinel.
“Two,” the woman smiled devilishly, hiding it behind a glass of deep red wine. “Are you compensating for something, or someone?”
The woman who stood much like you did behind her boss was not masking her contempt towards you. She was familiar in an irking way that you paid no mind to. It was in passing, you were sure, but it was one of those itches that would worsen until you could scratch it with your whole hand.
“Not at all,” Natasha replied cooly, “I believe there was something you wanted to discuss?”
“Mm, there was. You know the Maroni property on the west side.” She leaned forward, placing her glass down. Her lips were stained in a dark red that matched Natasha’s dress. “I want it.”
“That’s a horrible way to say please.”
“Natasha, we both know it doesn’t serve you in it’s current position.” She put emphasis on the name.
“I fail to see how that matters. Just giving you the property is out of the question. That’s not how this works, but I do admire your gumption.”
“Then how exactly does, this work?” She narrowed her eyes and leaned forward. Both you and Kate tensed. The vaguely-familiar woman behind Carol shifted on her feet in the slightest movement. “You kill one of my men and offer nothing in return?”
Natasha lifted her eyebrows “Exactly. This isn’t a bartering system, and it never has been. If I give you this building, it will change everything and I’m not much in the mood for a power struggle. What do you need it for?”
She seemed to falter “I don’t have to answer that. I’m offering to buy the property from you.”
“It’s not for sale.”
There was finality in her voice that rocked the room into silence. She hadn’t touched her wine, nor her water, and you figured she wouldn’t. Carol glowered at her, clearly not used to having her endeavors squashed with such ferocity.  
Natasha took a steadying breath. “Is that all? It’s late and I’m tired of your graveling.”
She let out a sigh and crossed her legs, drumming her ringed fingers on the cloth-laid table. The flames in the candle seemed to react to her impatience. Kate’s jaw clenched and unclenched as she leveled the woman behind Carol with a fierce stare.
“I suppose. I want you to remember this moment, Natasha. I offered you a deal.” She stood and dramatically sighed once more. “This could have been easy.”
Kate always kept her eyes on Carol, on the woman who followed behind her with her hands shoved into her pockets. The darkness of a previous scar littered her collarbone. She had the same stare that Bucky had, that same determined anger that came with years of meetings with higher stakes than this.
“Oh, and Nat.” She stopped just short of the door, turning to face the three of you.
Kate reached for her weapon, and out of a blind trust, so had you. It was warm from its housed place against your side. In that moment, you knew that anyone else in the room would be a quicker shot than you. Still, your heart was beating quickly in your throat.
“I don’t know where your Winter Soldier is, but this is a sorry excuse for a replacement.” She laughed, a mean sound. “A kid and a burn-out… you should’ve taken the deal.”
She left without another word, leaving you in a chilling silence. For a few long moments, Natasha stared at the table, at her reflection in the syrupy red wine. Her fingers brushed against the glass, frowning.
“I’m twenty-three.” Kate let out in a single breath, eyes drifting from you.
“Don’t look at me,” You whispered back, “I am a burn-out.”
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the-hottest-band-tournament · 2 months ago
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Submissions for the hottest 80s male musicians
Go wild everyone! We have 256 slots to fill!
Submissions 169/256
List of submitted people
Phil Collins 
Michael Monroe
Duff McKagan
Vince Neil
Kee Marcello
Michael Sweet
Roger Taylor 
Joe Elliott
Sting
Michael Hutchence
Bono
Larry Mullen Jr.
Tom Petty
Axl Rose 
Razzle Dingley
Eddie Van Halen
Dave Mustaine
Nikki Sixx 
Morten Harket
Tommy Lee
John Deacon 
Zakk Wylde
Steven Adler
Slash 
Izzy Stradlin 
Jon Bon Jovi
Richie Sambora
Kelly Nickels
Bret Michaels
Warren Demartini
Sebastian Bach
Rachel Bolan
Jerry Harrison
Eric Brittingham
Steven Tyler
George Harrison
Brian May
Tom Keifer
Mick Mars
Paul Stanley
Joey Tempest
Jani Lane
Prince
David Bowie
Ozzy Osbourne
Sami Yaffa
Angus Young
Rikki Rockett
David Lee Roth
Bobby Dall
Robin Zander
Eric Bazilian
Jimmy Page
Kirk Hammett
James Hetfield
Jason Newsted
Morrissey
Nick Beggs
Steve Clark
Chris Lowe
Rick Savage
Robert Smith
Robbin Crosby
David Sylvian
Daryl Hall
John Oates
Rod Stewart
Billy Squier
Nasty Suicide
Geddy Lee
David Coverdale
George Lynch
Randy Rhoads
Alice Cooper
David Bryan
Steven Sweet
Freddie Mercury
Terry Hall
Stone Gossard
Nuno Bettencourt
Bruce Kulick
Leif Garett
Adam Yauch
Mike Tramp
Blixa Bargeld
Dave Vanian
Nick Cave
Gary Numan
C.C. DeVille
Bryan Adams
Eazy-E
Bob Dylan
Bernard Sumner
Kenny Loggins
Richard Marx
Lionel Richie
Patrick Swayze
Billy Ocean
Michael Stipe
Corey Hart
Murray Head
David Byrne
Warren Cuccurullo
Rob Zombie
Russell Mael
Mark Mothersbaugh
Martin L. Gore
Dave Gahan
Tracii Guns
Phil Lewis
John Cougar Mellencamp
Jon Farriss
Roland Orzabal
Yoshiki
Billy Joel
Weird Al Yankovic
Joe Strummer
Billy Idol
John Taylor
Michael McDonald
Klaus Nomi
Rob Halford
George Michael
Terence Trent D'Arby
Joe Perry
Paul Williams
Brad Whitford
Stephen Pearcy
Juan Croucier
Bobby Blotzer
MC Hammer
Rick James
Eddie Murphy
Mick Jagger
Don Johnson
James Lomenzo
Meat Loaf
Keith Richards
Ronnie Wood
Cliff Williams
Lars Ulrich
Cliff Burton
Steve Harris
Dave Murray
Adrian Smith
Bruce Dickinson
Marian Gold
Bernhard Lloyd
Frank Mertens
Per Gessle
Tim Farriss
Kirk Pengilly
Rockwell
Andy Scott
Brian Connolly
Peter Wolf
Bruce Springsteen
Jason Becker
Neil Tennant
John Norum
Alex Lifeson
Neil Peart
Paul Simon
Art Garfunkel
Nick Rhodes
Andy Fletcher
Alan Wilder
Robert Sweet
Oz Fox
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ncutincuti · 2 months ago
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Ncuti Gatwa’s Favourite?
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Food spot in London: “I've just found a new one in Greenwich called Angle Ninety – it does high-style Nigerian food. The jollof bangs. The suya bangs. The lamb cutlets bang. It's just a little spot that does great food, and I think they do events there too. But also, honourable mention to Borough Market.”
Food spot in Scotland: “My mum's kitchen.”
Art gallery: “I like the National Portrait Gallery and I like the V&A.”
Museum: “The Natural History Museum. I need to go back there. I've only been there once and it was f****** amazing.”
International holiday destination: “Rio de Janeiro. I love Brazil and Rio is an incredible place.”
Staycation: “Maybe Devon? I like Devon and I like Cornwall. They're beautiful places: colourful houses; beautiful scenery. I just shot a film in Devon called The Roses and I definitely want to go back.”
Pamper spot: “I've got to give you three: 1) Ama Hair Salon, 2) for massages – OK now we're going boujee – The Corinthia, and 3) Omorovicza [The Spa at Liberty]. I like to pamper myself! We've all got to look after ourselves!”
Concert venue: “Principality Stadium in Cardiff – I went to see Beyoncé there twice. Other than that, I do like a night at Ronnie Scotts.”
Cinema: “There's one in Notting Hill where they've got like sofas and they've got a chandelier. That place is nuts. What's it called? That's it! Electric Cinema!”
Park: “Hilly Fields. And then head up to Blackheath.”
Any destination in the past: “Ancient Egypt.”
Any set in entertainment history: “Maybe The Matrix. To see all the pods.”
Year: “I would want to go 200 years into the future. I would want to see how we've done. I would want to see if we had sorted out climate change. I would want to see if we have sorted out all the world conflicts. And I would want to see if we've kept AI under control.”
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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 5 months ago
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New Taskmaster lineup announcement! That’s fun, isn’t isn't it? Let’s go over some of the new people.
I first learned the news the day after I booked tickets to see Emma Sidi in Edinburgh this summer, so that was good timing. I booked those because I like her in some other people’s Radio 4 things, she was good in Pls Like, she does amusing characters on YouTube, I read some good things about her stand-up show this year for which she’s currently doing WIPs, and she hangs out with Rose Matafeo so she has to be all right, hasn’t she? Oh, and I’ve spent too much time trying to get my hypocrisy-averse brain to reconcile my dislike of the dominance of socio-economically elite institutions over the arts, with how many of my favourite comedians were in Cambridge Footlights. I’ve done the work of reconciling that already, I may as well use it a few more times.
I'm much less pleased about Jack Dee, but it could be worse. I’m pretty strongly biased against Jack Dee because one of the first things I ever saw him do was be on the QI Girls Versus Boys episode, which was the first episode of QI to ever feature two entire women. They had Ronnie Ancona on with Sandi Toksvig, and they discussed gender-based topics, and it was terrible. A lot of Fry-era QI was pretty bad; panel shows got a lot funnier when they invented diversity in 2014. Also Stephen Fry is annoying and Sandi Toksvig should be Prime Minister, but I’m getting off topic here.
The point is that the first time QI had two women on at a time, it was so they could make those two women listen to a bunch of gender essentialist bullshit that they used as answers to the gender-related questions. At one point, Stephen Fry explained that the gender pay gap isn’t real because women play fewer sets than men in professional tennis. One of the questions was “Why are there more men than women on panel shows?”, and I thought the answer would involve one of the 300 levels of casual and institutionalized sexism that women tripped over on the path from making jokes on the playground to getting spots on television comedy shows. Nope. The answer Stephen Fry was looking for was “according to an American study”, audiences don’t find women as funny as they find men.
Through this, Ronnie Ancona in particular did a great job of walking the very thin line between trying to point out a bit of the bullshit, while not being the "argumentative feminist", and being funny at the same time so she’s not a killjoy feminist proving that women aren’t funny. She did this funny riff about female comedians locked in a paddock, and then she went back and forth with Sandi a bit about it, in literally the first moment in QI history of passing the Bechdel test, and Sandi started to say something about how rare and nice it is that she gets to sit next to a woman on a panel show, and Jack Dee interrupted Sandi mid-sentence to ask whether the reason they don’t have more women on panel shows is “once you get them started they don’t shut up”.
Now, obviously he was joking. The gruff, curmudgeonly persona is his thing, and this was meant to be part of that. But he got in a lot of "joke" sexist comments throughout that whole episode, a lot more than anyone else did even though this episode was essentially dedicated to comedic sexism. It doesn’t help that the YouTube comments are full of people unironically agreeing with Jack Dee’s comment that women don't shut up.
I saw this relatively early in my time watching all the long-running panel shows, so that was the lens through which I saw all Jack Dee's other appearances, and maybe because of that bias, I noticed that he interrupted women a lot on panel shows, and picked a lot of inappropriate moments for sexist jokes, often aimed at women in general on an all-male episode, or at the only woman in an episode, always a woman who was used to always being the one woman on panels and hearing jokes like that constantly. But at least when most of the men made those jokes they’d have laugh to suggest they didn’t mean it, Jack Dee would just glare at the women like it was their fault. And yeah, being grumpy is his persona, but he would sometimes break that and have a laugh with the men. Never women.
I don’t even mind a good ironically sexist joke. Honestly, I probably mind them less than I should. I enjoy a lot of comedy where a better feminist than me would reasonably say “irony is not a good enough excuse for how offensive this is”. I know irony is used to mask genuine bigotry and I hate that, but also, if I’m convinced enough that the person isn’t masking genuine bigotry, I can laugh at some pretty harsh stuff. You need to build up some cred before I’ll trust you with sexist jokes. If Nish Kumar went on a panel show and said all women should shut the fuck up, I’ll be pretty sure he’s kidding and it’s all right. But if Jack Dee has enough feminist cred to make those jokes okay, then I sure haven’t heard about it.
Also, Jack Dee showed up on Catsdown a lot and did the grumpy thing similar to Sean Lock, but was much much less funny about it, and yet everyone else on the show treated him like he was hilarious, and that annoyed me. Also, after Sean died, Jack Dee sat in for him as a guest team captain once, doing his significantly less funny version of Sean Lock's shtick (yeah it was probably Jack Dee's shtick first, I don't care), and I had a strong visceral reaction of
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All right, that is way more words that I’d meant to write about Jack Dee. Honestly, after all that, he’s probably not that bad. He was mildly funny in Josh Widdicombe’s mildly funny sitcom. I heard some of his recent stand-up recently, and a bit of it made me laugh. I just don’t like him because I saw him on too many panel shows.
Babatunde Aleshe I know almost nothing about, except that he’s supposed to have been particularly good on Off Menu once (I wouldn’t know, don’t do food shows), and sometimes he does reality TV. I’ve seen him on Catsdown and WILTY and Rhod Gilbert’s Growing Pains, where he was never particularly memorable, but he was probably fine. I hope he’s entertaining.
And then there’s seat number five, and that’s sure an interesting one. Of course I'd thought about Rosie Jones as a potential Taskmaster contestant before, but I didn't expect it to happen. Not that I didn't expect them to have any physically disabled people. They've had Jonnie Peacock and Lenny Rush and one of these days they’re definitely going to cast Adam Hills and he’ll win and then Australia will annoyingly pull ahead of Canada in the competition for who has the most UK Taskmaster champions (it’s currently 2-2). But all those people are able to do most of Taskmaster without disability accommodations. I didn't expect them to cast someone who'd need significant accommodation.
Having said that, I was very happy to see they’d proved me wrong and are, in fact, going to do that. I think she’ll be great. There are lots of ways to make Taskmaster accessible – just because I thought they wouldn’t do it doesn’t mean I thought they couldn’t.
Rosie Jones’ style of humour will go great on Taskmaster. Some recent seasons have lacked a bit of spark of contestant interaction in the studio, and Rosie Jones is always going after people. She won’t leave anyone alone, which I think will work great on the show. She can be the chaotic wildcard ball of energy that Taskmaster needs to really get going. And she is very funny. That’ll be great. I'm excited to see her get into it with Greg and Alex as well as the other contestants. And to see her yell at people when anything happens during tasks.
So that’s the new lineup announcement. Have I covered everyone? I think that's all the important stuff. It’s good to have the lineup out there.
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flowertrigger · 4 months ago
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This or That [David/Patrick edition]
Open Mic performance or Willkommen / Brewer-Rose or Rose-Brewer / quiet sex at Ray’s or sneaky sex at the motel / service top!Patrick or thirsty bottom!Patrick / “designated grapes” or “you’re my Mariah Carey” / David has an art studio in the cottage or Patrick sets up a veggie patch / wedding reception missing scene or post-Jake's house missing scene / bratty sub!David or competent Dom!David / David’s wedding vows or Olive Branch lip-sync / David and Ronnie's friendship or Patrick and Ronnie's rivalry / Patrick calling the Roses 'Johnny and Moira' or David calling the Brewers 'mum and dad' / pet names or no pet names / backseat car sex or backroom make outs / AU fics or canon compliant / they get a dog or cat / David in a skirt or Patrick in his baseball outfit / early morning sleepy sex or late night couch sex / BDE!Patrick or disaster gay!Patrick / Patrick’s habit of neck kisses or David’s habit of shoulder rubbing / last scene of Meet the Parents or last scene of Start Spreading the News
I’ve seen these for other fandoms and wanted to make one too.
Tagging a couple of mutuals if they wanna play @ramonaflow @saraminia @a-noble-dragon @stargazer56 @characterassassination-at-9am
@mammameesh @jamilas-pen @mostlyinthemorning @leofdaeg-sand @filet-o-feelings
and anyone who wants to! Plz tag me so I can see your choices 😊
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eslanes · 2 years ago
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(thanks @faerie-tempest)
Okay I went a bit wild and did the whole challenge for Devon's family. This was really fun and I highly encourage doing this one!
(See below the cut for who's-who!)
Devon Grace (the influencer + cousin who's getting married) - The reality star, social media influencer and adult entertainer we all know and love! She's also getting married to her new boo, unbeknownst to him.
Stavros Pantazis (the new bae) - Literally new new, they met less than a sim-week ago and are now expecting a little terror of their own. No one will bother remembering his name and Grandma keeps calling him "Vlad".
Briar Rose Grace (the quiet judgmental youngin') - Devon's daughter. What can i say, she's a saucy little shit lol.
Brianna Grace (the competitive sibling) - Devon's younger sister and a bit of a brat in her own right.
Mary-Jacqueline Grace (the instigator) - Devon and Brianna's mother. She's a chainsmoking, hard-drinking hot mess of a broad. She's been known to get into fist-fights with grown men (and win, of course).
Catherine Grace-De la Roca (the cool aunt) - Mary-Jacqueline's twin sister and the only reason Devon and Brianna turned out half-sensible. Art teacher and travel enthusiast.
Rodrigo De la Roca (the world's most interesting uncle) - Catherine's husband and walking encyclopedia of weird and random knowledge. Has some kind of bizarre story for every occasion. Don't ask him to tell the thumb story.
Gabi De la Roca (the holier-than-thou student) - Teenage terror with brains to burn. She's banking on a full scholarship to Britechester to get away from her unhinged family.
Enid Grace (the family recipe gatekeeper) - The matriarch of the Grace family. Rules the kitchen with an iron fist. Whatever you do, don't ask for her rhubarb pie recipe.
Tony Grace (the overly-supportive grandparent) - Enid's husband and family patriarch. Wanna join the circus? Drop out of college? Kill someone? Grandpa's got your back (and probably the shovel).
Ronnie Grace (the bitcoin uncle) - Tech nerd and the lamest guy you will ever meet. Somehow his family hasn't left him for his constant rants about blockchains. May or may not have lost half his savings from investing in Llamacoin. Mary-Jacqueline and Catherine's younger brother.
Keisha Grace (the nosy relative) - Somehow still married to Ronnie (but doesn't know about the Llamacoin yet). Actually loves family gatherings because she gets all the dirt to gossip about with her friends later.
Niko Grace (the peacemaker) - Ronnie's son from his first marriage, at 31 he's still "finding himself" (ie: unemployed musician living in his parents' basement). You can probably find him outside of a family gathering trying to push weed on his younger cousins.
Grayson Grace (the golden child) - It's really not hard to be the golden boy when your older brother sells weed to children.
Tabitha Loveless (the passive-aggressive auntie) - A widower, Tony's older sister and Devon's great-aunt. Tabitha may or may not have flown to the gathering on her broom.
Karen Loveless (the live-laugh-love mom) - Tabitha's daughter. Cheerful to a fault, but please don't ruffle her couch cushions or you will face the wrath of God. Has been in a 17-year old standoff with Aunt Enid over that goddamn pie recipe.
Eddie and Jason Loveless (the d.i.n.k.w.a.d's) - Karen's son and son-in-law. They just got back from a cruise and can't wait to tell you all about it. They're really living their double-income-no-kids-with-a-dog life to the fullest. They considered leaving because their precious pooch, Tangerine, was not given her own place setting.
Kurt Loveless and Monica Song (the anxious new parents) - Eddie's twin brother and his fiancée. Just welcomed a bouncing baby boy, Chevron Fritz Loveless. Baby Chevron is so special that he spends 18.5 of 24 hours a day screaming his sweet little head off. If it weren't for his mother Karen, Eddie is convinced he would kill his twin brother and take over his life. Monica showed up to the reunion with baby shit on her shirt and is unfazed.
Kelly Loveless-Strong (the wino soccer mom) - Tabitha's other daughter and Karen's younger sister. She's convinced her precious boy is going to make it to the World Cup (that is if he can get tf off of Twitch). Fun fact: there's definitely wine in that coffee cup. Is 100% likely to get into a table-dancing contest with cousin Mary-Jaqueline later.
Colby Strong (the 'other' influencer) - The family still doesn't undertand how Colby got famous for playing videogames but they are all so proud anyhow, even if he is pissing away his opportunity at being a world-class athlete. Most definitely out back smoking weed with cousin Niko.
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ronnieroseart · 1 month ago
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Doorstober ‘24 Day 1 - Guiding Light
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sc-passions-and-pastimes · 1 year ago
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DAY 2 REVEALS
The Straight Man's Game
[Patrick Brewer/David Rose, Stevie Budd & David Rose - G - 11,138]
Patrick is a popular and successful professional hockey player. David, who has parlayed his presence on Alexis’s reality show into a successful acting career, has landed a coveted role in a movie. The role is a hockey player and David knows nothing about the sport. Patrick agrees to let David shadow him and learn from him.
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parallax
[Patrick Brewer/David Rose - T - 5,069]
Parallax (per-ə-ˌlaks) (n.) The effect by which the position of an object seems to change when it is looked at from different positions; a displacement or difference in the apparent position of an object viewed along two different lines of sight.
Patrick doesn't have an eye for art; he doesn't pay much attention to painting or sculptures. But he likes photography. Well, he likes a photographer in particular, anyway. The mysterious artist known only as D.R. — a black-and-white film photographer from New York — may have disappeared from the world years ago... but Patrick still treasures the one print he'd purchased during a business trip in the city. After all, it may have given him the courage to break his own heart, move to a city he'd never heard of, and meet the love of his life.
He hasn't thought about in years. That is, until he's picking up lunch at the café and something familiar catches his eye. The tone, the light — he'd know an original D.R. photo anywhere.
"Oh, this?" Twyla grinned, pointing to the frame on the restaurant wall. "David gave me that."
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Chef's Kiss
[Patrick Brewer & David Rose, Alexis Rose & David Rose, Patrick Brewer & Alexis Rose - T - 3,123 ]
Alexis wants to make dinner for Johnny's birthday, but does not know how to cook. Patrick offers to teach her (and David). After months of hiding their feelings for each other, could this cooking lesson possibly turn into something more?
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Angora Throws
Patrick Brewer/David RosePatrick Brewer & Ronnie - G - 808]
David starting a knitting group at the store is a development that Patrick wasn’t expecting.
NOTE TO CREATORS: If your work is part of today’s reveals, please update the posting date of the work to today’s date so it shows up fresh in the AO3 feed.
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my2phetaliaheadcanons · 21 hours ago
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My Fanfic Recommendations
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So, since its been a while since I've done a little side thing, here's a fun one.
Like the title says; this is a list of fanfics I would recommend for hetalia fans. Its a mix of reader inserts and completed/unfinished works and various of 1p and 2p things.
Alot of these works are old and I have a couple more sites to scour through for my favorite fics to recommend. So, please enjoy this list and keep an eye on it, because it will be updated.
Feel free to contact me with your own recommendations. I would love to see more lists like this.
(And turns out there is a link limit for other sites so, use the titles and authors wisely. Or let me know the work around.)
KEY:
Purple - Quotev
Pink - Wattpad
Ao3 - Red
Devianart - Green (Coming Soon)
Fanfiction.Net - Blue (Coming Soon)
FINISHED
AWARE Yandere Video Game Italy by starry
                Bad (Criminal!2p!America x Reader) by Ronibear
                Basement Bs by GUTS
                Bloody Sunflowers: Yandere Russia x Country Reader by BigSisterOfHetalia and mikey
                Cold Turkey (Cheater!2p America x Reader) by Lalagirl979
                Cliché by CheezIts aka @Opticfile
                Christmas Gift (2p! Canada x Reader) by Why am I here again
                Drinking Problems by Author Reinvented
                Fire Hazard by GUTS
Five Nights with Monsters 2p Hetaloids FNAF Crossover x Reader by Damaged
                Forced Family by Author Reinvented
                Four Times Canada Hurt America and One Time He Didn’t by Author Reinvented
                Girl Bossing With Luciano by GUTS
                Good Boy Bad Boy by Author Reinvented
                Heart Never Forgets Yandere America x Reader by Alfredosauce
Island Escapade 2p America x Reader by Alfredosauce (also on deviant art and on tumblr)
                Maybe by Ghosted Goose
                Mother of Two Little Monsters by Hetalian4Ever
                Poking The Bear by rowan
                Russia vs Hamster by Author Reinvented
                Russia Please by Author Reinvented
                The Phantom Thief by Author Reinvented
                The Place Beyond the Pines by Alfredosauce
                What Makes Me Human America x Reader x 2p America by Alfredosauce
                Who’s The Bad Guy by Alfredosauce
                Winning by Author Reinvented
                Yandereish AI Canada x Shy and Bullied Reader by TheGirlThatDoesStuff
                Yandere!Hetalia x Reader (One shot) by b-honeybunny
                Yandere Hetalia x Nation Reader by SugarBonBon
                Yandere Hetalia x Nation Reader Part 2 by SugarBonBon
                Yandere AI America x Reader by TheGirlThatDoesStuff
                Cherry Crimson by Luna
                Sweet and Darling by Post-Moe
               The Strong and The Silent by thatanimeramenchick
                Wax Wings by CaptainMeriderp
Honey, I forgot the kid by AphTeavana
Our Beautiful Neighbourhood by Pastaaddict
Becoming Crazy by NorthoftheNorth
2p! Yandere! Italy x Reader RQ: Quando a Roma by jessi201
                This Means War by milopottz
Until I Met You (America x Chubby!Reader x Yandere!2P!America) by burgersnscones
The Name Game by zanier
UNFINISHED (Poss. in the works or left in hiatus)
                Coffee Shop Alleyways (2p!Hetalia x Reader) by GladyDepressed
Cheater!2p!America x Reader by t
                Chance by Ghosted Goose
                Delinquent 2p Hetalia x Reader by Eden and Rose
                Dog Hetalia x Reader x Cat 2p Hetalia by Purvis-Anime
                Feli’s Pizzeria 2p1p Hetalia x Reader by (No Creator Listed)
Monsters at Home? 2p and 1p Hetalia x Reader by Damaged
                 For the Better by Rozene
                Found Ya! Stalker 2p America x Reader by (Creator Not Listed)
                 Hetalia Mysteries by Ronnie
                Hetalia x FNAF Crossover by Deactivating soon PSA
                Hetalia Kidnapped by nevah tellin
                Instincts Hybrid Hetalia x Reader
                Human by auburn
                Hum Hallelujah by Lady of the Falling Leaves
                Hotel Insomnia: Yandere Elite AU Various APH by starry
                Hold On Till May 2pAmerica x Reader by KiwiNix
                Maybe V2 by Ghosted Goose
                Moon of Sin 2p Canada x Reader by AphDrabbles
                Murderous Love by PoisonApple
                My Better Half by Ghosted Goose
                My Other Half Rewrite by Ghosted Goose
                Oblivion by Ghosted Goose
                Parental Caution Advised: Father 2p S. Italy by starry
                Possession 2p Hetalia x Reader by Pamet
                Prince Meets Commoner Hetalia x Reader by P R I S I M
                Reader-chan and the Chocolate Factory by (Creator Not Listed)
                Run Away: Country Yandere Hetalia x Country Reader by jelly girl454
                Run Just Run by Teddy
                Runaway Baby – Sequel to Bad by Ronibear
                Smoky French Cafes by Eros Errors
                Stalked By A Cold Blooded Murderer by Nightmare Angel
                Sweet As Cupcakes: 2pEngland x Reader by DrownedTrying
                The Monsters in Us All: Dark Yandere Hetalia x Reader by Shini-chan
                This is all my 1ps fault by Hi
                This is old by rain
                Tili-Tili-Bom by mads
                Twist of Fate by Lady of the Falling Leaves
                Virtual 2p by Seaslug Sloot
                Were all Criminals Here: 2p Hetalia x Reader by Hailey
When Evil Comes to Town by VillainousVixen
                World of Evil: Various 2p Countries x Reader by Shadows
                Rise of Insanity by Elaine and Withlovecomesharmony
                Buttons by (Creator Unlisted)
I bought an obsessive psychopath(es) by Anonymous
Mix up by Anonymous
                Why me? I'm just a regular Beta By Anonymous
UNSURE
                2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios by EmikoChan
                2pHetalia Boyfriend Scenarios~ by auburn
                All of My Dreams Are Nightmares [Dark! Dream/Nightmare! America x Reader] by Otaku
                Canada’s Secret by Author Reinvented
                Five Nights at Feliciano’s by Jinx
                Hetalia x Reader ONE SHOTS by Alfredosauce
                Lore of the Land by Eros Errors
                Husband Germany X Chubby Wife Reader X Jealous 2p Germany by Kami catt
                Misc Hetalia 2p Oneshots by Eros Errors
                Official 2p South Italy HeadCanons by GladlyDepressed
                The Demons Lair Hetalia One Shots by little sparrow and akai hana
                Within the Pages: Various Hetalia x Reader: Mythical One Shots by A-8 The Fighter
                Why Can’t We Have Nice Things by GUTS
                Yandere Hetalia Oneshots by (Creator Unlisted)
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chemical-killjoy · 1 year ago
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✨MASTERLIST✨
Greetings Dear Reader! Right now the majority of the fics on my masterlist are from my old blogs, @immrbrightsideeee and @remingtonisleithal, so most links will take you to that, any and all notes on those posts I am not likely to see for a bloody long time, so please message me or send an ask or something if you really liked the fics/want a sequel or are anything! Also if you like my writing, check out @smiling-girl and @fandomfoodiedancer, they're amazing <33
Requests are OPEN
(and encouraged lol)
I write for a whole bunch of fandoms, but here's the ones I can think of: arcane, black veil brides, bridgerton, buffy the vampire slayer, maneskin, marvel, motionless in white, my chemical romance, palaye royale, pierce the veil, the artful dodger, the raven cycle (books), and supernatural :)
If you like my writing, here's the link to join my taglist (It's very important you guys fill this out if you wanna join my taglist as I do write some serious, dark topics sometimes) and here's a link to buy me a coffee
updated: 23/10/24
Damiano David:
*A night to remember 1/2
smut. Damiano is attracted to reader singing iwbys
Movie and a kiss
the reader had a fight with their family and Damiano looks after them
Fast Car (trigger warning)
Honestly this is just angst and emotional and if you don’t cry I have failed as a writer. But it’s got a happy ending!!
Vic de Angelis:
Knight in Shining Armour
Vic saves the reader from a creep at a bar
Remington Leith:
*Caught in the Storm
reader and remington share a bed in a storm. What ever will happen?
Feel better
comfort fic, remington takes the reader on an adventure to feel better
*Only one answer (part two of Feel Better)
I will find you
mesmerized by someone in the crowd, remington has to find the reader
Something beautiful (part 2 of I will find you)
I Just Need Some Air*
young!Remington and the reader are at a party and after confessing their feelings things get heated.
Better Than Nutella
Remington is hooked on his new friend’s cooking, and smile.
Movie Night
Remington and Y/N have a movie night
Morning Light: (this is a collab with @cursivetalk)
vampire Remington, based on the tonight is the night I die video. Series, currently being written.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Emerson Barrett:
Teach me
emerson teaches the reader the drums
Andy Biersack:
Don’t go (trigger warning) (there is comfort)
I Don’t Wanna Be Alone (trigger warning) (with comfort)
Love isn’t always fair *
After a concert Andy reveals his love for his best friend
Mortician’s Daughter (trigger warning)
Thomas Raggi:
Moonlight’s Curse (part 1)
werewolf!thomas, a series being written :)
Mistakes and Misunderstandings
Ronnie Radke:
*untitled
pwp really, Ronnie meets Y/N in a bar and things happen
Vic Fuentes:
Hell Over Me (trigger warning) (happy ending)
Frank Iero:
Not A Kid *
TW brief mention of abuse, age gap. Y/N works for MCR and it turns out Frank likes her just as much as she likes him
Gerard Way:
Cemetery Drive
TW for suicide and self harm. Y/N visits her ex’s grave, and is surprised to find him there
Hang Em High
Cemetery drive part 2
Demolition Lovers
Part 3 and final chapter of Cemetery Drive
Kisses and Coffee
Coffee shop and accidental kiss AU
Dean Winchester:
Life In (Rose) Pink
Dean is a romantic cliche trying his hardest
Chris Motionless:
Eternally Yours *
Based on the music video
Jinx:
You Decide
Reader has a breakdown and Jinx helps them
Jack Dawkins/Dodger:
Healing Kiss *
Reader is in hospital, but Dr. Dawkins is there to heal her. TW for self harm, suicide and mentions of abuse.
Healing Kiss part 2 *
Smut ensues after part 1, it's very lovey-dovey
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ramonaflow · 4 months ago
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This or That [David/Patrick edition]
Thank you for the tags @flowertrigger @mammameesh @a-noble-dragon @saraminia and @hippolotamus ❤️🥰
Open Mic performance or Willkommen / Brewer-Rose or Rose-Brewer / quiet sex at Ray’s or sneaky sex at the motel / service top!Patrick or thirsty bottom!Patrick / “designated grapes” or “you’re my Mariah Carey” / David has an art studio in the cottage or Patrick sets up a veggie patch / wedding reception missing scene or post-Jake's house missing scene / bratty sub!David or competent Dom!David / David’s wedding vows or Olive Branch lip-sync / David and Ronnie's friendship or Patrick and Ronnie's rivalry / Patrick calling the Roses 'Johnny and Moira' or David calling the Brewers 'mum and dad' / pet names or no pet names / backseat car sex or backroom make outs / AU fics or canon compliant / they get a dog or cat / David in a skirt or Patrick in his baseball outfit / early morning sleepy sex or late night couch sex / BDE!Patrick or disaster gay!Patrick / Patrick’s habit of neck kisses or David’s habit of shoulder rubbing / last scene of Meet the Parents or last scene of Start Spreading the News
Some of these were just too hard so I refuse to choose 😅
I'm tagging @rainbowcoloredpalmtrees @smblmn @beaiola @trickiwooao3 @jamilas-pen
@demora00 @wordthieve @smallumbrella369 @stargazer56 @filet-o-feelings
@olderthanyourmom @alienajackson @queenmabcreates @characterassassination-at-9am @carolrain
@mrs-f-darcy @tyfinn @stereopticons @njwoman and anyone else who wants to 🩷
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stargazer56 · 4 months ago
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This or That [David/Patrick edition]
Thank you for the tags @flowertrigger @mammameesh @a-noble-dragon @saraminia and @ramonaflow !
Open Mic performance or Willkommen / Brewer-Rose or Rose-Brewer / quiet sex at Ray’s or sneaky sex at the motel / service top!Patrick or thirsty bottom!Patrick / “designated grapes” or “you’re my Mariah Carey” / David has an art studio in the cottage or Patrick sets up a veggie patch / wedding reception missing scene or post-Jake's house missing scene / bratty sub!David or competent Dom!David / David’s wedding vows or Olive Branch lip-sync / David and Ronnie's friendship or Patrick and Ronnie's rivalry / Patrick calling the Roses 'Johnny and Moira' or David calling the Brewers 'mum and dad' / pet names or no pet names / backseat car sex or backroom make outs / AU fics or canon compliant / they get a dog or cat / David in a skirt or Patrick in his baseball outfit / early morning sleepy sex or late night couch sex / BDE!Patrick or disaster gay!Patrick / Patrick’s habit of neck kisses or David’s habit of shoulder rubbing / last scene of Meet the Parents or last scene of Start Spreading the News
Tagging some mutuals who might want to play: @tyfinn @statueinthestonetoo @68henley @wearpersistencewell @olinsghost
@fictasticvoyage @obsessedwithdavrick @beaiola @carolrain @characterassassination-at-9am
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Broke Horror Fan presents Return to Sleepaway Camp on limited edition, fully functional VHS! Our latest tape is on sale now at Witter Entertainment.
Sleepaway Camp writer-director Robert Hiltzik helms the 2008 sequel to his '80s slasher classic. Felissa Rose, Jonathan Tiersten, and Paul DeAngelo return to star with Vincent Pastore (The Sopranos), Jackie Tohn (GLOW), and Isaac Hayes (South Park).
It arrives on VHS in slipcase packaging with new art by Shane Rittersbach, limited to 100. 50 copies are available in a bundle with custom Camp Arawak short-shorts. Each tape includes an exclusive introduction by Rose.
For optimal VHS viewing, the film has been cropped from its original aspect ratio to 4:3 full frame. It is officially licensed and approved by producer Thomas E. van Dell.
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It's summer camp as usual at Camp Manabe, where the kids torment each other for fun while the underpaid camp staff provides as little supervision as possible. When campers and staff mysteriously begin disappearing and turning into gruesome corpses, paranoid Ronnie can't shake the memory of a series of grisly murders that took place at Camp Arawak two decades earlier.
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