#song: walking on sunshine/halo

[cryscendo]

kurt hummel in every performance

1x06 - Vitamin D

Walking on Sunshine/Halo - New Directions Girls

[gleesongtournament]

[youkissedareaderinthedark]

The Day the Music Died

I’m sorry that this is gonna be so angsty, but I used to be in the marvel fandom where the reader died all the time and I love this trend on tiktok so

Summary: The Grid has to say goodbye to their favorite girl

2023 F1 Grid x young!fem!reader

(For the sake of this story, reader is Aston Martin driver alongside Fernando, and Lance is the reserved driver, she can also be American if you want to really fit the song)

It was your favorite kind of race, a few hours away from midnight, and it was pouring rain, meaning the race was going to be more unpredictable and chaotic than usual.

You’ve always loved the rain and the extra risk factor it bought to Formula 1, so when your engineer told you the conditions were going to stay the same for the race, a bright smile took over your face, brighter than your usual one.

Your smile was one of your trademarks on the grid, often being compared to Daniel Ricciardo on the matter. Despite the age gap, you and the Australian were quite close and were like walking rays of sunshine when the two of you were together.

You were closest with the other young drivers the most though, Lando, George, Zhou, Yuki, and your teammate Lance being your closest companions.

You describe the grid as being like in a family, your teammate Fernando was like your grid dad, always looking out for you and defending you when the media felt a little extra vicious. The older men on the grid like uncles, looking out for you but letting you have your fun.

Drivers like Carlos, Charles, Pierre, Max, Esteban, and Alex were like cousins, you messed around with each other but always looking out for the other. Reporters called you “the glue” saying that your youthful spirit had helped bond the drivers as more than just competition.

So it made sense that a lot of drivers were worried when your car went into the barriers during the race.

Sunday started off fine, you had a goodnight sleep, hung out with your PR officer for breakfast and walked into the paddock with a smile on your face.

You greeted other drivers and the co-workers you knew as you worked your way to your garage and into your drivers room, changed into your drivers suit and reviewed your strategy with a few engineers before you had to head into the garage to get into your car.

“Radio check Y/n, radio check” Your engineer came over the radio. “Loud and clear” You replied, the adrenaline and excitement already kicking in as you were given the go-ahead to head onto the track for the formation lap. The mist from the cars around you and your soaked visor limited your vision, but you managed to find your way to your spot on the track. You were starting P5 today and were already anxious to start the race.

The flag was waved, the five red lights came on and off before all 20 cars were accelerating down the track, trying to gain positions early. You held on to P5 throughout the race, trying to defend against Carlos Sainz’ Ferrari behind you and trying to overtake Charles Leclerc’s Ferrari in front of you.

It was Lap 25 when you attempted another overtake on Leclerc, speeding down the straight and trying to gain on him before the corner. Right as you were beginning your turn into the corner, your tires locked up and you headed into the barriers, going too fast for your brakes to properly stop the car.

You felt the impact on the right side of your abdomen first, then your head, then your legs. It was like being compressed into a small box then slammed against a cement wall.

What happened? Why aren’t I on the track? Your vision went dizzy as you tried to remember what happened. I must have locked up, but why does my side hurt so bad?

“Oh no! Big crash on Turn 7, I think that was Y/n L/n’s Aston Martin! That looked bad, might be a red flag if L/n doesn’t show responsiveness” Martin Brundle spoke worriedly, crashes during stormy races were never good.

Just focus on getting out of the car, you told yourself. You wrapped your arms around the halo to try and lift yourself up but the dizziness in your head combined with the immediate pain in your right side made you sit back down. I probably hurt my ribs, you thought. It’s fine, I’ll just wait for the medics.

Brundle was right, the yellow flag was waved first and the cars slowed down, but it soon became clear that the race wasn’t going to continue for a bit. After a few minutes of waiting for you, a red flag was waved and the medical team was sent out.

Black spots danced in your vision as you tried to look around for the marshals. You expected your vision to clear up after a second, but it never did. Your world just became fuzzier and darker.

You started hearing sirens of an ambulance approaching, but your arms felt too heavy to raise in a sign of acknowledgement.

“The safety car and marshals arrive at the scene, still no movement from L/n” Martin’s voice becomes somber but he stays hopeful, of course you were fine, you never get hurt, you’d get out in a moment and everything would be fine.

You couldn’t keep yourself awake for much longer. It’s okay, at least I’m okay, right? Right? You asked yourself that question, expecting to wake up in a couple minutes. You weren’t scared of going unconscious, you’d be okay. But your eyes closed for the last time before you could find an answer and it was over before you even realized it’d begun.

The drivers were still in their cars, wondering what had happened. They knew you had crashed, but they knew you were strong, you’ll walk out of your car and dramatically insist Daniel give you a piggy back ride when you saw him. “You didn’t even hurt your legs!” He’d complain and you’d just shrug and tell him to let you climb on.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the race might not continue for a bit, at least until Y/n L/n is safe and taken off the track” Martin tries to keep the viewers updated as curtains are placed around your car to keep the cameras away from you.

Everyone is getting antsy at this point, your engineer got no radio from you and there is no word from the medics yet. The drivers are calling in every other minute, anxious to hear from you. “Is she okay?” Fernando calls in. “Do we know if Y/n’s alright?” Carlos asks, having seen the crash up close. Daniel even walks into your garage, wanting to see for himself if there was any news on your crash.

As a Formula 1 Medic, Rowan should be prepared to handle any type of crash a driver was in, ranging from a bruise on their stomach to a broken leg, she was trained to handle it. But Rowan had never seen a dying person before, so her hesitation to help her coworker with lifting L/n out of her car was understandable.

Two other medics immediately crowd the girl. Rowan searching for a pulse, one taking off the teen’s helmet, and the third wrestling with the drivers suit, trying to assess the damage that could by covered by the clothing.

“Rowan, have you found a pulse?” One of the other medics who’s rummaging ambulance for supplies asks. Rowan doesn’t want to answer. She doesn’t want to face this. She wants to check her neck, her heart, and her wrist again even though she already did three times. Rowan doesn’t want to be one to tell everyone that Y/n L/n is dead, but Rowan knows better than that, so she removes her hands from the drivers body, hangs her head low, and closes her eyes as if that would stop her tears from falling.

“No pulse. I’ve checked everywhere three times. She’s gone.” The medic’s voice cracks as she says the last sentence, and a silence overcomes the team of safety marshals.

Nobody on the team had ever encountered a death before, so the medical staff was stuck in a mournful silence, letting the rain wash away the tears that threatened to drop from their cheeks.

The head of the team snaps out of it first. “Someone has to radio the Aston Martin garage and tell them” Everyone seems to step away, wanting to avoid being the one to announce the death. There was nothing to worry about though, as Rowan spoke up. “I’ll do it. I’ll make call” No one disagrees, and Rowan’s glad because she felt partly responsible, she should’ve gotten to Y/n quicker, helped her out of the car, told everyone to move quicker.

Rowan’s voice comes over the radio, shaky and somber. “Y/n L/n is dead. She has no pulse.” She pauses as her throat closes up. “We’ll take her to the medical center-“ That’s all the woman can manage before she bursts into tears and started shaking with sobs. Another medics pulls her closer to them, as they give a moment of silence for the driver.

The young medic is only a few years older than the girl who just died, questions herself, “What if I got there faster?” It lingers in her mind.

Gasps. Tears. Hands cover faces and people are pulled into hugs. Dead? Daniel thinks, no, she isn’t dead, Y/n- she can’t- she’s not dead. Before he realizes, he’s saying the words out loud and pressing the radio button before Otmar can stop him. “I- what do you mean she’s dead? She can’t be dead- she can’t be” The Australian has tears running down his face and he’s pulled away by one of the Aston Martin engineers.

Nobody knows what has happened except those in the Aston Martin garage, and nobody will know until 7:00am the next morning, when Y/n L/n’s death is announced by Aston Martin.

It seems like the entire world came together to offer their support. Millions of messages are sent to Y/n’s family and her friends and bouquets of flowers are sent to Y/n’s P.O. Box.

The funeral is held on Friday, family, friends, drivers, and co-workers show up to Y/n’s home town to mourn their beloved driver.

A moment of silence is held at the race three weeks later, nearly every driver cries and everyone that has a helmet has a sticker with your initials on it. Fernando wins for you and points at the sky as he sobs for his teammate that was like his daughter.

The paddock no longer feels the same. There was no longer a green suit to watch as she bounced around, talking to anyone and everyone, keeping a smile on her face through it all. There is something so clearly missing in the Aston Martin videos, no matter how much time passes. Fans rewatch her live streams and interviews because it’s all the comfort they have. You used to call the grid dinner outings “family dinner” but families smile and laugh together, and it takes a while before the grid can do that again.

Y/n L/n goes down in the Formula 1 Hall of Fame as the best female driver that has ever lived, but the whole world wishes she was there to see her induction herself.

The day the music died

So bye-bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee

But the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinking whisky and rye

Singing, “This’ll be the day I die”

This will be the day that I die

if you’re confused on how y/n dies, I wrote it as her internal organs got crushes as she crashed straight into the barrier, i know it doesn’t really make sense and it took me me awhile to make this edit but I kinda forgot about it

also, I want to write more f1 fics after this, so if you have any suggestions on what team the reader should be on and what driver the reader should be with lmk 🫶

[violettduchess]

A/N: Better late than never! Not a request, just my imagining what these lovely suitors would be like with an infant that wakes up crying 💜

CW: babies, breastfeeding

Suitors x female reader

WC: 2045

A cry rings out through a peaceful summer night at the palace.

It is small, but powerful.

And very, very insistent. 

Leon

A light sleeper by nature, he gets up, murmuring for you to try and keep sleeping when he notices you stirring too. "I'll see what I can do for the little peanut." He crosses the room to the white bassinet with its pale pink ruffles, a gift from Uncle Yves. Inside his infant daughter is fussing. Tiny fists are clenching and unclenching as her small head turns fitfully left and right.

“Ah, c’mere sweetheart,” he says, voice still rough with sleep as he lifts her gently, laying her against his bare shoulder. One large hand rubs her back as he walks the length of the room, her tiny cheek warm as a spot of sunshine against his shoulder.

“I can take her–” you start to say as you push yourself upright in the bed, but he shakes his head, holding up a finger.

“I think we’ve got this handled, love. Take a look.” He walks over to your side of the bed, his hand still gently stroking the baby’s back. Her tiny head with its halo of black hair rests against him and is still. Not able to see her face, he turns sideways, giving you the sweetest view of your handsome, bare-chested husband holding your daughter close, her small face now relaxed again in sleep. Her father’s warmth was enough to solve whatever problem had woken her and she's drifted back off to the soft, hazy world of baby dreams.

You smile, feeling the way your heart expands, a paradox: never has it been so full of love and yet so very, very light.

Clavis

He wakes up immediately at his son’s first cry and is out of bed before the sound can even penetrate your deep sleep. He knows how often you get up, how often you are the only one who can satisfy your son’s voracious demands for food but Clavis has told himself that the little tyrant's demands that don't require milk, he will take care of himself. You, his dearest of dears, need as much sleep as you can get.

He bends down over the baby’s cradle, brushing back the boy’s angel-soft hair, the same twilight shade as his. “So noisy at such a late hour. My my. This won’t do.” Carefully he scoops up his son, adjusting his pajamas and then his hand freezes. 

“Oh dear. I think I see why you’re so upset, little Lelouch.” The baby continues to whimper, little cries that, although Clavis knows they are harmless, still feel like they are stabbing right into the center of his tender heart. He never wants to hear his child in distress.

Reaching up, he turns the small knob on the lamp above the dresser where you have all of the baby’s changing things neatly laid out. His son squeaks out little sounds of agitation. “I’ve got you, don't worry. Papa's got you, always and--my goodness, how does such a tiny body produce this much liquid?” He talks, his words soft and almost sing-song as he changes his son’s pajamas and diaper with practiced hands. The baby, now removed of his damp clothing, stops whimpering, instead blinking up at his father with wide golden eyes.

“There has got to be a better solution to this than soaking all those linen diapers,” he mutters as he carefully slides chubby legs into fresh little stockings. “I bet I could invent something that might absorb all your perfectly healthy but still oh so stinky messes much better.” The baby kicks his legs and waves his arms, as if cheering in agreement and Clavis laughs softly, lifting his son back into his arms. “You agree with Papa? You think I can do that? Of course you do.” 

He walks back to the cradle, turning his head to place a gentle kiss to the apple of his son’s plump cheek. He could hold him in his arms forever, never tiring of that infant smell, that the feel of his warm little body so trusting and sweet against him. 

He pauses in front of the cradle. “Hmm….I know. Let’s go on a little nocturnal journey down the hall while talking through some chemicals and their rates of absorption. I bet you’ll be a perfectly delightful assistant.”

Jin

Both you and Jin yawn, sleepily rubbing at your eyes as your daughter’s cries fill the bedroom. One glance at the time and he sighs, reaching over to tenderly touch your cheek with the back of his hand. “She’s on time, our little one,” he murmurs in his deep voice even as you are pushing yourself up with one hand and already unbuttoning your nightgown with the other.

He gets up, walking over to the crib where the infant is crying, her shock of brownish hair standing up in every direction. “Mommy’s already getting ready for you, princess,” he says as he reaches down and lifts her. She’s so small in his large hands. He walks back to bed, murmuring soft little shushing noises, and then carefully hands her over to you. You help her find the right position and then sigh when she begins to nurse, her cries immediately quieted. Glancing up, you find Jin sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you both with a curiously thoughtful expression.

“What is it?” 

He watches you a moment, then shakes his head, a sheepish grin on his handsome face. “It’s just….I’ve always liked that particular body part.” You snort, running your fingers over your baby’s fine chestnut hair. “That’s an understatement.” He chuckles, shrugging before continuing his thought. “Yeah well…it’s just…I think….now that I see ‘em being used to feed our little girl….I think….I think I actually like them MORE now.”

You can’t help it. You start giggling, a burst of yellow happiness that colors the gray exhaustion of new parenthood. “God, I love you.” You crook a finger at him and he matches your smile as he climbs back into bed and leans close to you. You place a kiss on his chiseled cheekbone, warm and affectionate. A sigh born of tender happiness is his answer, along with the words, “I love you too.”

Silvio

“Stay in bed. I’ll go.” He’s up, striding across the bedroom to the bassinet before you can even finish rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Aye, piccolino, sono qui.” He reaches down, running a hand over the restless infant's back. But no soothing words or pets seem to be enough. He lifts the baby carefully, still in that new stage of fatherhood where a baby feels like the most fragile thing in the world.

You watch your two pale-haired men, frowning slightly as the littlest one continues to fuss. "He can't be hungry again, can he?" You have just finished feeding him until he fell into a milk-drunk state of blissful sleep, his body heavy and warm, not thirty minutes ago. He had been sleeping so soundly that hope for more than an hour of sleep at one time had risen in your heart.

Silvio lays the baby against his shoulder. His hands are bare, with only his simple gold wedding band left on his elegant fingers. Every other piece of jewelry has been removed for the sake of his child. Necklaces would get in the way of his son sleeping on his bare chest. Earrings might hinder his ability to press his cheek against his fine, moonlight-spun hair. 

"Ain't no baby in the world that could eat again after all that milk." He inclines his head towards his son. "Listen to you, cucciolo. All that growling." He rubs his small back in soothing circles. And then the most extraordinary thing happens: the tiny prince lets out the most raucous of burps. The kind that sends a quake through his little body.

"Dio mio," his father mutters, blue eyes wide as he looks down at his son. You grin through your sleepiness. "Here I thought only his grumbling was like his father." 

Gilbert

His daughter's cry shatters the night's peace in an instant. Both you and Gilbert wake up immediately, but he's quicker than you, throwing back the covers and crossing the room to the cradle carved from darkest walnut. 

He spots the problem immediately. At some point during the night she had kicked her blanket to the end of her cradle where it lies bunched up and useless. Her socks are nowhere to be seen, a display of her magician-like talent for making them disappear. He reaches down and sure enough, her tiny feet are like ice blocks.

"Always the same thing with you, oder Mäuschen? What have socks ever done to you?” He lifts her from her cradle, tucking her securely into the crook of his arm as he makes his way over to the dresser that has been designated hers. You reach across the bed, turning on the lamp that sits on his nightstand and he glances at you over his shoulder, eyes bright with appreciation. “Thank you, Häschen.” Now he can see better, his fingers trailing over the tiny rolled up socks and tights. When the baby makes a small cooing sound, he stops. “These?” He pulls out a pair of soft black tights embroidered with mini red roses. “Ahh a good choice.”

He hums as he walks over to the changing table, the sound soft and soothing, the gentle rush of a river through the night. As he carefully changes her diaper and then works her plump little legs into the tights, humming gives way to him singing. "Der Mond ist aufgegangen…"

She is curious, all thoughts of crying gone, watchful crimson eyes blinking as she keeps her gaze on the source of the calming sound. “Fertig,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to the soles of her now covered feet. "All done." Then he lifts her, carrying her not to her cradle but back to the bed. He slides in, leaning back against the support of the many bed pillows, settling in. Her eyes are already closing as she snuggles in close against his chest.

You watch them both with a smile as tender as the moon’s joy in the stars.

Chevalier

The man who took an army to wake up is on his feet in an instant. He is silent as he crosses the room, leaning down to check on his crying daughter, her pale head of blond hair gleaming silver in the moonlight. He carefully lifts her from the bassinet, marveling in the back of his mind at how very small she is.

He glances back to the bed where you are still deeply asleep. “Your mother is exhausted from all your demands.” He wouldn’t usually condone speaking to a baby as they are incapable of understanding but he’s found that she calms down when she hears his voice. Even now her whimpering stops, her tiny cheek resting on the soft linen of his shirt. She’s gone very still, as if truly listening to his words. “You’ve eaten twenty minutes ago. We can eliminate hunger. Your bottom is….” He pats it gently, checking. “...perfectly dry. The room is neither too hot nor too cold.” He wraps his hands around her feet. She’s still wearing her white socks trimmed with yellow lace. “Your feet are adequately covered.” He tips his head back to look down at her. Her perfect, tiny fingers are curled into his shirt and her body feels heavy, drowsy with sleep. 

She attempts to turn her head, burying her face in his shoulder and he reaches up, helping her, running his strong fingers over her downy hair when she has found a position that is comfortable. Chevalier walks over to the white wooden rocking chair you have positioned by the window and lowers himself into it.

“You simply wanted to be held, didn’t you?” A heavy, stuttering sigh leaves her small body, almost as if in answer to her father’s line of questioning. He cups her head with his hand, tilting his face down to place a soft kiss on her hair. “I’ll comply, little one.” He settles into the chair and begins rocking gently back and forth, father and daughter, bathed in loving, silvery moonlight.

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-writer @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @redheadkittys @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @queen-dahlia @aceuuuuu @scorchieart

[lickthecowhappy]

Francis

She rocks the crying babe near billowing curtains, recalling lullabies of twinkling stars and cradles falling. Singing and swaying while gazing out at the perfect,  sun-gilt yellow tulips bordering dense, uniform grass  where noisy little songbirds forage.

Innocent tears and softening wails sting her eyes while  staring through glass, singing of black sheep and  quiet mockingbirds. Rosemary drifts in like a spirit as  the Gardener walks among the herbs. Garments  stained with soil and green, his fair hair a halo in her  blurring vision.

The child slumbers but she still sings. Songs of  her only sunshine and angels near until the  Gardener looks to her with kind eyes,  offering his warmest smile, and  her breath catches and  the tear falls

I wrote this ages ago but I submitted it to poetry magazine and I couldn't publish it (even on socials) until it was either published or rejected. haha guess which one happened!

Read more of my work here. This poem is also available on AO3.

[numberonenat]

i asked chat gpt to make a playlist based on each one of the obey me characters…

>> PART 2!!! <<

here's part 1 and 3: the brothers / the side characters

diavolo:

"kings and queens" by 30 seconds to mars

"hail to the king" by avenged sevenfold

"demons" by imagine dragons

"hall of fame" by the script ft. will.i.am

"power" by kanye west

"emperor's new clothes" by panic! at the disco

"my songs know what you did in the dark (light em up)" by fall out boy

"radioactive" by imagine dragons

"glory and gore" by lorde

"god's gonna cut you down" by johnny cash

"believer" by imagine dragons

"throne" by bring me the horizon

"can't hold us" by macklemore & ryan lewis ft. ray dalton

"sail" by AWOLNATION

"the man" by taylor swift

barbatos:

"smooth operator" by sade

"uptown funk" by mark ronson ft. bruno mars

"one more time" by daft punk

"careless whisper" by george michael

"every breath you take" by the police

"superstition" by stevie wonder

"fly me to the moon" by frank sinatra

"feeling good" by michael bublé

"just the two of us" by bill withers ft. grover washington jr.

"easy" by lionel richie

"can't stop the feeling!" by justin timberlake

"i want to hold your hand" by the beatles

"smooth" by santana ft. rob thomas

"i will always love you" by whitney houston

"at last" by etta james

solomon:

"imagine" by john lennon

"bohemian rhapsody" by queen

"wish you were here" by pink floyd

"stairway to heaven" by led zeppelin

"magic" by coldplay

"karma police" by radiohead

"black magic woman" by santana

"time" by pink floyd

"riders on the storm" by the doors

"lucy in the sky with diamonds" by the beatles

"i put a spell on you" by nina simone

"paint it black" by the rolling stones

"losing my religion" by R.E.M.

"sultans of swing" by dire straits

"sympathy for the devil" by the rolling stones

simeon:

"angels" by robbie williams

"halo" by beyoncé

"you raise me up" by josh groban

"i will always love you" by whitney houston

"lean on me" by bill Withers

"un-break my heart" by toni braxton

"wind beneath my wings" by bette midler

"in the arms of an angel" by sarah mclachlan

"true colors" by cyndi lauper

"hero" by mariah carey

"i believe i can fly" by r. kelly

"heaven" by bryan adams

"a thousand years" by christina perri

"you're beautiful" by james blunt

"i can see clearly now" by johnny nash

luke:

"pocketful of sunshine" by natasha bedingfield

"here comes the sun" by the beatles

"walking on sunshine" by katrina and the waves

"happy" by pharrell williams

"rainbow connection" by kermit the frog

"ain't no mountain high enough" by marvin gaye & tammi terrell

"all star" by smash mouth

"don't worry, be happy" by bobby mcferrin

"three little birds" by bob marley & the wailers

"i just can't wait to be king" from the lion king

"best day of my life" by american authors

"count on me" by bruno mars

"i'm yours" by jason mraz

"walking on air" by katy perry

"sing" by pentatonix

barbatos with michael bublé, frank sinatra and george michael is a vibe honestly lol BUT THEN THERES THE JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE TROLLS SONG WTF LMAO

i love doing this is so funny

i'm probably doing a part 3 !!!

[showfallmanagement]

[ This post was made using Showfall Media Video-To-Text--now with employee-differentiating color-coding technology! If you believe there's been an error and would like to end Showfall Media Video-To-Text, please say 'End transcript' or turn your recording device off.

[The footage begins abruptly, showing concrete floors washed in a blood-red glow. All around are the muffled sounds of heavy, monstrous footsteps and metallic screeches of countless Taskmanagers, sweeping the tunnels. Manager#0’s hand rises into view, and it is covered in blood, the spikes of metal protruding from the tips of his fingers bursting from the underside of all of them like extra, jagged teeth.]

[He lets out an unsteady breath, turning to face the other side of the room. A mangled corpse lays on the floor behind him, face turned away from the camera, but evidently not all in one piece, as shown by the full lower jaw laying disconnected on the floor a few feet away. Further away, another dark lump lays shattered on the floor, and another even further back than that.]

[But it’s not enough.]

Manager#0: [Quietly.] I just need to find that Mechanic, and then- then they- they can’t be too mad. Right? Not like last- This has to be his fault. It’s always just one of them- weaseling their way into- into perfectly loyal employees heads, and- and if I could just capture him, then- then- I’ll be okay. [Deep, shaky inhale, like he doesn’t believe it.] I’ll be fine.

[The tunnel is dim, and silent, save for the mechanical screams in all the others around it.]

[Someone rounds the corner, dark blue crowbar in hand, singing the song ‘Walking on Sunshine’ to themself. A smile is visible on their face that doesn’t quite reach their eyes as they turn to face Manager#0.]

[The camera jolts up. It’s a fucking miracle.]

Manager#0: Mechanic.

[Employee identified! Mechanic#12 {Maintenance Dept.}]

Mechanic#12: Hey.

[Mechanic#12 waves, before dropping his hand back to his side, seemingly not caring about moving his limb any more than for the wave.]

Manager#0: [Through gritted teeth.] I thought you gave up.

Mechanic#12: People change.

Manager#0: Wouldn’t I know it. 

[Suddenly, the camera darts forwards.]

[As this happens, there is a whoosh, and a loud crack, as Mechanic#12 swings the dark blue crowbar in his hands at Manager#0.]

[The camera shakes as Manager#0 stumbles briefly to the right, the hit having connected with his side. Mechanic#12 goes in for another hit and he stops it, grasping it so tight his knuckles turn white.]

Manager#0: I’m done with your little routine. Get in, get out, get dragged back in again. You’ve been nothing but a thorn in our side for months- [He shoves the crowbar away, sending Mechanic#12 stumbling back and hitting the wall behind him with a loud thud. His voice is ragged.] -and I will take great pleasure in watching them hang you from fucking walls.

Mechanic#12: [Coughing.] Maybe I’ll see you up there, too. Considering you just let me light three separate areas of the mall on fire. What do you think HR is going to think of that? 

Manager#0: [His tone doesn’t falter, but he swallows, audibly.] They’re not going to do that. I’m not like you. I’m not something they can afford to get rid of. 

Mechanic#12: You still believe that? Damn, did they remove your brain or something? You’re expendable, the same goes for everyone else in this building. You just haven’t realized it yet.

Manager#0: [Slowly, he reaches a tattered hand up, tapping it on the HALO with a few metallic clacks as he steps closer.] Thanks to this, I’m not worthless anymore. Not like you. I still have a purpose here. Whatever the consequence is, for… [His voice trails off, and he swallows again.] I’ll take it in stride. I’m not a coward. Not like you. 

Mechanic#12: How easy do you think it would be for them to just rip that thing out of you? Reuse it for some other asshole? They don’t care about you, they’d do it without hesitation. A pile of scrap doesn’t make you worth more than anyone, it just makes you a little more glittery.

[Manager#0 doesn’t say anything else. He just lunges forward again, digging his hands into either of his shoulders and wrestling him to the floor as blood starts to trickle from them.]

[Mechanic#12 keeps the same smile he’s had on his face since he rounded the corner, and makes eye contact with the camera, before biting Manager#0’s arm. As he moves his head back, wires can be seen somewhat off to the side. Mechanic#12 appears slightly disappointed.] 

[Manager#0 just tears his arm away, and, in one quick movement, digs his fingers metal-first into the left side of Mechanic#12’s chest.]

[Mechanic#12’s eyes widen, and the smile almost fully fades within an instant, his jaw clenches tightly, and there is a small crack heard.]

[The fingers tighten, and then twist, like they’re wrenching something apart, and a loud crunch follows a moment later. When he pulls his hand back, there is a small bloodied fragment of something in it.]

Mechanic#12: [Glancing between Manager#0 and his chest.] Jesus–

[Manager#0 tosses the shard to the side, still holding him down with one hand while taking out a now very bloodstained mask and moving to put it over Mechanic#12’s face.]

[Mechanic#12 quickly reaches up with his right arm and grabs hold of the mask, attempting to yank it out of Manager#0’s hand. Visibly, his other hand tightens its death grip on his shoulder.]

Manager#0: Stop trying to make this more difficult than it has to be.

Mechanic#12: God, fucking KILL YOURSELF.

[Mechanic#12 rips the mask out of Manager#0’s hand and brings his other arm into frame, a dark blue blur is all that is visible for a second before the crowbar comes slamming into the side of the frame. He lets out a choked, pained sound, face jolted partially to the side by the force of the blow.]

[Mechanic#12, after seeing that this actually hurt Manager#0, immediately wedges the crowbar somewhere between the HALO and Manager#0’s head, pulling lightly down on the crowbar, the smile from earlier having returned.]

[Manager#0 goes completely still, and the camera almost shakes. No.]

Manager#0: W- No, no, wait. You- You don’t know what you’re about to- EDGAR-

[Mechanic#12 clearly barely registers the words being said, the look in his eyes animalistic, his expression so bloodthirsty he may as well have had fangs. His smile grows. He yanks the crowbar downwards.]

[WARNING: TRANSCRIPTION OVERRIDE: HALO HAS TAKEN A SEVERE HIT. DAMAGE IS PROBABLE. PLEASE VISIT HR IMMEDIATELY.]

[The red light flickers something awful as Manager#0 pulls himself away, leaving a splatter of blood on the concrete as he tears his hand out of flesh, stumbles backwards, grabs at somewhere behind his head and screams.]

[He falls back against the far wall, choking out an awful, guttural sound as he shakily brings a hand away from where the HALO is attached under his hair and finds it stained red, fresh red--and, mixed with it, a sickening black. The world blinks out of focus, rights itself, and then goes dark again as the light flickers. Blood a shade too dark begins to trickle down the sides of his neck.]

[And then, all at once, the Security in all of the surrounding tunnels, on all sides except above, begin to shriek.]

[He doesn’t react. He just curls into a ball against the dead end of this darkening tunnel and gasps for air, trying to steady himself against the pain. It isn’t working. The HALO blinks.] [WARNING. REPORT TO HUMAN RESOURCES IMMEDIATELY.]

Mechanic#12: That’s what you get, you fucking monster.

Manager#0: [Breathing in shakily. His voice is a frantic sob. It hurts.] I- You’re- You’re not above that anymore! You’re not above this! You aren’t- [His voice breaks as his head drops, god, please, it hurts, he’s sorry.]

Mechanic#12: [He grins. It’s horrifying.] I know, I’m just acknowledging that we’re one and the same.

[Mechanic#12 takes a few slow steps forward, before crouching down to Manager#0’s level. His right hand moves out to the side, and a long metal tendril with a claw on the end grabs the discarded object from before, returning it to Mechanic#12, who places it gently behind where he is crouched.]

[He reaches forward with both hands, wrenching the camera slightly upward with one and reaching forward somewhere below it with the other. The camera begins to shake again, this time much more violently, like something attached to it is being tugged on, and Manager#0 makes a panicked whine of a sound as there’s something between a loud crack and a pop. Mechanic#12 takes his hand away quickly, and he breaks eye contact momentarily to inspect something in his hand, before looking back up and showing off a freshly pulled tooth. He smiles, and places it in his pocket.]

[Manager#0 chokes momentarily on his own blood, gritting his remaining teeth to steel himself against another wave of pain and failing miserably.]

Mechanic#12: I believe we’re done here. [He stands, and walks further down the tunnel, grabbing something from around a corner. A bag.]

[The camera’s gaze falls abruptly back to the ground as his head sags under the weight of the crown on his head. There is no telling where his blood starts and the rebels’ begins.]

Mechanic#12: And to think I mourned you. 

[He reaches into the bag and pulls out something, turning his back and tossing it over his shoulder. As soon as it hits the ground, a horrific orange glow lights up the room with an ear shattering sound. Manager#0 shrieks and drapes his arms uselessly above his head as dust and rubble rains down from the ceiling above.]

[He sits like that, trembling, as the HALO’s light flickers and wanes and his ragged, uneven breathing turns into quiet sobs for several minutes after the sound has dissipated. Taskmanagers still tear by in the tunnels around him, but the sound is much more muffled now, far away. Distant. Too distant. Slowly, agonizingly, he lifts his head from where it rests on his now bloodstained knees.]

[The way that the mechanic fled is blocked by rubble, now.]

Manager#0: No- [Coughing. Spluttering. He rises to an unsteady stand, nearly keeling over as he stumbles towards the fallen debris. His voice is thin.] No, no. No, wait. I didn’t- [He whines, grabbing his head as it throbs like there is something trying to claw its way out of it. The HALO shifts, just slightly, and he nearly falls over.] I can still win, I can still- There's- There's a way, there has to be a way to-

[He picks up his pace and practically slams into the rubble with his shoulder. Nothing budges except a few grains of dust falling from the ceiling.]

[He pauses for a moment before letting out a scream of frustration and slamming himself into the debris again and again and again, unintelligible pleas reduced to sobs as he scrapes and claws at the new wall, finally falling to his knees and breaking down in sobs amidst the shattered concrete and shredded drywall. He couldn’t do it. He failed.]

[A distant, metallic wail echoes down the corridor, much closer than before, and maybe he’s in his office again, and maybe it’s Adeline, and maybe it’s over.]

[He failed.]

Transcript has been ended. Thank you for using Showfall Media Video-To-Text! Posting... ]

[st4rb04rd]

Do you ever go into a mini depression state and think that the world would be better without you while dancing to probably the most cheerful song on the face of the planet for a show?

The song in question is Halo/Walking On Sunshine from Glee

[gothampot]

Tell me about 'will get fooled again' because I immediately got the song playing in my head but also it doesn't sound like it'll be clear skies and sunshine and playful dogfighting with the bros, so I'm intigued🙊

Soooo... it's the next part of my Fire in the Blood and Smoke in the Air series. Jake and Rooster are called back to Top Gun to teach an advance class on fighting the 5th gen planes, but... they are, shall we say, not in a good place with each other and have strong views about the other's teaching methods. Tension ensues. Here's a lil snippet:

“Always out for number one," Rooster snarls. “Leave your wingman and chase that glory for yourself.” “Yeah, it was definitely glory that I was after the day I saved your life.” “My hero.” But the way he says it, the spite. “As I recall, you were glad I was the spare…” Jake walks up, gets close. Closer than he should, given how many people are watching, but every inch he holds back is space enough for Rooster to evade. “Anyone else and it would have been too late. I didn’t just save your life, I was the only one who could.” Words Rooster once murmured in the quiet of a hotel room in LA, sitting up, haloed by the lights of the city. A confession from which Jake had pulled him gently back into the bed, kissed the fear from his face, spending so long giving Rooster the kind of care that he needed that night, that neither of them slept until dawn.

[angelhummel]

What’s your top ten most played glee songs?

I wish I could look at the stats for that across all music platforms since I got into the show. Like I KNOW Rose's Turn is still sitting at the top of my most played on itunes lmao. But as for spotify my top ten areee...

It's My Life/Confessions

She's Not There

Jessie's Girl

Scream

Halo/Walking On Sunshine

Say A Little Prayer

Bad Romance

Le Jazz Hot

Thriller/Heads Will Roll

Hot Patootie

Now in fairness this doesn't totally represent me as a gleek bc I've stated before that the majority of my music listening comes from me letting a random playlist play on a loop while I sleep for 10-12 hours sooo I'm sure some of them only get played that much bc of that *coughsayalittleprayercough*

Also wow those top three songs make me look like a Finn stan oops I'm obviously not but it's not my fault the songs slap

Also I'm looking at the thing that shows your 50 top tracks of all time and 35 of those are Glee lmao sorry they make good music. As if it's my fault

[gleesongtournament]

[sansalicents]

In honor of a certain diva’s birthday, what are your favorite Rachel Berry moments, songs, and episodes?

ohhh thaanks!! ⭐

songs

solos:

1. it's all coming back to me now

2. my man

3. go your own way

4. don't rain on my parade

5. what i did for love

duets:

1. every breath you take

2. listen to your heart

3. take me or leave me

4. so emotional

5. flashdance...what a feeling (honorable mention to out here on my own and i feel pretty/unpretty)

group songs:

1. start me up/livin' on a prayer

2. how will i know

3. paradise by the dashboard light

4. love song

5. take on me

episodes

- pilot

- vitamin d

- ballad (she's so funny in this episode...my insane babygirl)

- mattress

- bad reputation

- duets

- the sue sylvester shuffle (football player rachel >>>>)

- prom queen

- opening night

- loser like me

- dreams come true

moments

- "at least i didn't fall and break my talent", "i'm like tinkerbell, finn, i need applause to live", "WHO WROTE THIS??? TINA???", "you're very talented...i should know, i'm very talented too", "tell me if i was brilliant or sinply outstanding", "most girls would be upset about getting slappee in the face but i happen to appreciate the drama of it", "i've never noticed this before because he's always trying to destroy my career, but mr schue has really pretty eyes" SHE'S SO FUNNY

- so many of her scenes with quinn but the prom queen bathroom scene has to be my #1

- "you may be lonely, but you're not alone" 🥺

- asking santana to put a picture of her in her locker <3

- the first don't rain on my parade, iconic

- everytime she says "i'm going to hug you now"

- both her opening monologue in the pilot episode and her speech before 'halo/walking on sunshine'

- winning the tony

okay sorry that was a lot, i just love her so much <33

[aaxolotgilyrlyaybisuvl]

Triggers/ foreword: loud, most ethnic, language, partial nudity, Video lyrics

N-dubz {papa, wouldn’t you, better not waste my time}, Ayumi Hamasaki {real me, surreal, appears, fairyland, bluebird, ourselves, microphone, november, [moon returns], sending meil, like a doll, lelio, rainbow, rule, my name’s women, is this love? Song 4 u, ladies’ night, about you, nextlevel, dearest, game, mirrorcle world, heaven, inspire, do it again, I dreamed a dream, step you, bold & delicious, unite 

Samurai Champloo shiki no uta, Origa rise, inner universe [(fatty bean)], Goldie inner city life, M-flo play it again, After School first love, Koda Kumi run, candy

Seyi Shey irawo, murda, Psquare, Flavour, Nato C, Wizkid, Justine Skye, Leona Lewis summertime, collide, I see you, Beyonce green light, formation, signs, pretty hurts, sweet dreams, single ladies, get me bodied, 7-11, ring the alarm, halo, flaws, countdown, run the world, if I were a boy, haunted, Yonce, upgrade U, diva, Lil Mix wings,The Saturdays all fired up, hero, Brooke Candy FMU, nymph, paper or plastic, happy days, rubber band stacks, study in duality

Dorian Electra egdelord, f the world, Azealia Banks chasing time, 212, Anna Wintour, big big beat, harlem shake, atm jam, miss camaraderie, fierce, atlantis, 

miss amour, count contessa, no problems, heavy metal & reflective, running, 1991, Kerli army of love, diamond hard, walking on air, feral hearts, Allie X prime, bitch, simon says, catch my breath, old habits die hard, it’s not so bad in LA, Miss A breathe,

hush hush, AoA bing bing, good luck, 4Minute crazy, CL the baddest female, Jessi gucci, nunu nana, Hyuna how’s that, bubble pop, nabillera, Gfriend fingertip, Kara step it up,//

mama mia, lion heart, Hitomi Shimatani perseus, garnet moon, papillon, Boards of Canada roygbiv, Bjork it’s in our hands, it’s oh so quiet, 

pagan poetry, where is the line, cocoon, oceania, play dead, army of me, big time sensuality, I miss you, possibly maybe, isobel, human behaviour

Mondo Grosso labyrinth, CL lifted, 2NE1 I hate you, I love you, come back home, I am the best, fire, can’t nobody, gotta be you, AoA like a cat

Hilary Duff coming clean, with love, fly, sparks, Dua Lipa we’re good, Sugarcubes birthday, Destiny’s Child survivor, lose my breath, soldier, Lily Allen smile, the fear, The Ting tings that’s not my name

The Yeah Yeahs heads will roll, The Veronicas hook me up, popular, lolita, take me on the floor, this love, Escape the sound let’s go, Lorn anvil, acid rain

Elliphant love you better, still getting younger, spoon me, (ft. MO )one more, “ lean on, kamikaze, Grimes genesis, idoru, world princess, butterfly, california, 

delete forever, scream, Mia hungrigez hertz, MIA hombre, XR2, world town, jimmy, 10 dollar, 20 dollar, Wynter Gordon (ft. FloRida )sugar, stimela, levitate, believer, Diana “ woman, thank you /

Men Without Hats safety dance, Sade soldier of love, paradise, cherish the day, moon & stars, The Third Realm dance like you wanna die, kiss of the scorpion, invitation to hell, 

forever, IAMX stardust, Sirius neon dominion, Ludovico technique dead inside, absence, deeper into you, potential, heal my scars, beyond therapy, wasting, Shiv-r devil’s night, alpha omega, Psychlon 9 parasitic, as you sleep, 

Vanessa Hudgens sneakernight, baby come back, Lionbabe fire, Jetta electrify, ABRA fruit, Kilo Kish, The Internet girl, Doja Cat streets, Vegas, beautiful, nunchucks,  Lola Munroe overtime, Exodus 23, you a jerk, Allie & AJ potential breakup song, like whoa, rush, 

Ghost little sunshine, cirice, square hammer, he is, Lana Del Rey doin time, kill kill, venice bitch, chemtrails over the country club, hit & run, video game, black beauty, high by the beach, diet mountain dew, yayo, swan song, say yes to heaven, Marina & the Diamonds immortal, teen idle, the outsider, 

fear & loathing, valley of the dolls, I’m not a robot, mowgli’s trail, handmade heaven, blue, solitaire, family jewels, hermit the frog, superstar, Mo Cheddah ko ma roll, Solange tony, losing you, cranes in the sky, 

Tinashe aquarius, bet on it, cold sweat, cold sweat, bated breath, party favours, Beach Boys good vibrations, The Pretty Reckless you, miss nothing, medicine, Kalafina magia, 

Birthday Massacre superstition, goodnight, blue, looking glass, Ayria gun song, Okilly Dokilly white wine spritzer, New Years’ Day gangsta [(Kehlani cover)], Nightclub show it to me, your addiction, Nuages dreams, Gunship dark all day, 

Nicki Minaj your love, chun-li, barbie tings, pills & potions, superbass, right thru me, Madonna jump, (ft. MIA & Nicki Minaj )give me all your luvin’, la isla bonita, Charli XCX boom clap, you (ha ha ha), 

party 4 u, 1999, (ft. Iggy Azalea )fancy, Zheani lulu, lava, Rina Sawayama xs, comme des garcons, Bassnectar future, dota, The Noisettes love power, that girl, cheap thrills, Shingai coming home 

[nancysgillians]

Gleeful Paintbox Project ↳ Week 2: Mash-Ups [ 1 / 4 ]

"There's an important lesson to be learned with mash-ups. Sometimes things are so different, they don't feel like they go together. But the big difference between them is what makes them great."

[iphisesque]

what's the best glee song?

the OBJECTIVELY best song Glee has ever had, which everyone should listen to at least once in life and is in my opinion the closest thing to reaching orgasm solely through your ears, is undoubtedly the Thriller/Heads Will Roll mashup from episode 2x11, featuring Kevin McHale, Lea Michele and Naya Rivera as primary vocalists, and you will NEVER change my mind

[zcorners120]

Arthur leclerc grumpy reader and sunshine Arthur!! pls

such a good concept, i love the trope <33

synopsis; prema's golden retriever boy had fallen for the black cat girl at trident. MASTER LIST

warnings; swearing,

Black cat, kills with your striking looks, yet your personality is what sticks out most. Blunt, sarcastic and hopelessly pessimistic. Your own personal antonym was none other Arthur Leclerc. Melts girls with his handsome and boyish looks, and his personality is what shines through most. Immature, playful and hopelessly optimistic.

And he is deeply, deeply, in love with his opposite. Making it abundantly clear to you, you toy around with it for fun.

"Opposites attract y'know, L/N." He sing-songed, slinging his arms across your shoulders, following behind you.

"My opposite would be Bob Ross. He's too pure for this world." You stated, feeling his body slow you down from behind.

"So you and Bob Ross are attracted to each other?" He asked, confused as you turned around to face him, his arms still on your shoulders.

"No. I'm attracted to weird blonde boys who love life a little too much." You retorted, watching his face go red.

Ollie Bearman was secretly taking a picture of you two face to face, lurking in a corner like a twisted stalker feeding the Arthur and Y/N fanbase.

Watching his face go beetroot red, you plucked his hands off your shoulders, and walked away smiling slightly. Leaving him agape, Ollie walks up to him laughing, pulling his arm back to the garage.

You were out by a few seconds in the 2nd lap of quali, angry and frustrated you walk to the paddock for some fresh air, watching as the rest of the drivers battle out for a good place.

You noticed your team waiting on Stanek, who was currently in second. Joining them out near the track, you watched as the cars whizzed past. With your classic death stare, you noticed the Prema car in which the driver was enthusiastically waving through the gap in the halo to you, with huge number 4's on the car. Looking down to conceal your smile, you felt your own cheeks tinge a new rosy colour.

"And Arthur Leclerc takes the win for quali today!" The announcement rings out, as Arthur jumps out from the car, hugging his team.

He clips off his helmet, trying to spot you within the crowd but you had disappeared.

"Cherie, where were you? I was waiting for my winning hug." He bursts into your garage, smiling at you.

"Fact one; not your Cherie. Fact two; I've seen a cat turn into a dog more times than I've ever hugged you in my lifetime." You reply dryly, giving him a straight lined smile.

"Admit it, you're crazy for me." He smiles smugly, leaning down to where you were sitting.

"In your dreams Leclerc." You pat his shoulder, swaying your hips slightly as you walk away.

The black cat's heart had slowly defrosted, as your feelings for Arthur had developed further than you'd imagined, as you no longer resist to his silly ways of giving you attention.

Winning second to Arthur who got first, he pulled you in for a massive hug as both of your cars stopped in front of your mechanics.

"I'm so proud of you Cherie. We've both done amazing." He exclaimed, picking you up and spinning you around as you start laughing.

He jumped up and down in joy, little bursts of energy spewing out in each jump.

"Does this dual victory allow me to buy you a drink?" He throws his arm around your shoulder, swaying from side to side.

"I thought I'd wait for the apocalypse to occur and use you as my last resort for entertainment, but I think I've changed my mind." You look up at him, slightly snuggling into his embrace.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He kissed the top of your head.

"Of course you will." Rolling your eyes playfully as he perfectly fit into the stereotype of his happy-go-lucky spirit.

A/N; hope i did well, wasn't sure what plot i was going to go for at first but i thinkkk i've nailed it