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ryanrosshq · 2 years

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june: playlists // @cityofdreamstasks FAVORITE ARTISTS

Ryan has been collecting vinyl since he was a child. He’s spoken a lot about certain musical artists being his influences so for the first playlist I decided to compile a selection of songs from his favorite artists, his friends, but also some that I haven’t heard him speak about but I think he would listen to based on his aesthetic. There’s a wide range of genres on here and I think that speaks volumes about who he is as an artist himself; I don’t think he has a specific ‘taste in music’ I think he has a taste for music, and he really will listen to anything and find something to appreciate even if it doesn’t make it’s way into his record collection or his liked artists on Spotify/Apple Music.

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Diamonds & Gold | Tom Waits Sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream. This song had such an impact on Ryan that he got the lyrics “Mad as a hatter, thin as a dime” tattooed on his wrists.

Get It On | T.Rex You’re an untamed youth, that’s the truth, with your cloak full of eagles

Daydream Believer | The Monkees Our good times start and end, without dollar one to spend; but how much, baby, do we really need?

All Out Of Tears | Z Berg I’m not your baby, you did forsake me and made me crazy for seven years.

Skin & Bones | Z Berg feat. Shamir You got me by the skin and bones.

The Cult of Dionysus | The Orion Experience I’m feeling devious. You’re looking glamorous.

Nice Guys Finish Last | Cobra Starship You’re a nice guy with the wrong attitude, she wants a bad boy.

California Girls | The Beach Boys By a palm tree in the sand, I been all around this great big world.

Help Me, Rhonda | The Beach Boys I can give you lotsa reasons why you gotta help me, Rhonda, help me get her out of my heart.

Barefoot | Ray Collins’ Hot Club Gonna slip right out of my shoes and we’ll walk straight up to the moon.

Why | The Cues I said “Why oh why oh why don’t you love me?” And she said “cause I know you’ll break my heart”

Come Alive (War Of The Roses) | Janelle Monae We’re dancing in the dungeon every Monday night, that’s when we come alive.

Twist and Shout | The Beatles Shake it up baby. Basically anything by The Beatles tbqh

Rockin’ Bones | The Cramps When I die don’t you bury me at all, just mail my bones up on the wall. Beneath these bones let these words be seen: ‘This is the bloody gears of a boppin’ machine’.

Funnel of Love | Wanda Jackson You just can’t run from the funnel of love, it’s bound to get you some day. This song was covered by Ryan and Jon’s band The Young Veins.

Smile Like You Mean It | The Killers Boy, one day you’ll be a man.

All These Things That I’ve Done | The Killers I got soul but I’m not a soldier.

Vampire Money | My Chemical Romance The kids don’t care if you’re alright honey, the pills don’t help but it sure is funny! Give me, give me some of that vampire money come on!

Famous Last Words | My Chemical Romance I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

Seven Nation Army | SKÁLD A seven nation army couldn’t hold me back.

Monkberry Moon Delight | Paul McCartney feat. Linda McCartney My piano was boldly outspoken, in attempts to repeat its refrain.

Shout! Pts. 1 & 2 | The Isley Brothers You been good to me baby, better than I ever been to myself. P!ATD also covered this song.

Who Can Say | The Horrors Maybe it’s better now I’ve gone away, maybe it’s not. Oh, who can say?

Little Victories | The Horrors My paranoia galvanised by your gaze, so austere.

Just Like Heaven | The Cure “Show me how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream” she said, “the one that makes me laugh” she said, and threw her arms around my neck. “Show me how you do it and I promise you, I promise that I’ll run away with you.”

Pretty Girls Make Graves | The Smiths He will not smile for anyone and pretty girls make graves.

#cityofdreamstask #❝ LIVES UNDER LADDERS AND SLEEPS WITH BLACK CATS ❞ ▐ isms #❝ ALFRED HITCHCOCK PRESENTS MUSIC TO BE MURDERED BY ❞ ▐ music

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adotrevsleft · 2 years

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Random post #4

Things I don't like about my fav K-pop groups:

Red Velvet - the fandom mainly. They have a superiority complex that is through the roof, however it has been growing less over the years as the fandom gets older. Also, the small mismanagement of SM with Red Velvet, there have been so many times especially in this year where they say oh yh here's an activity that will happen with rv and then it gets cancelled, like what? This doesn't happen, or at least not as much, in other K-pop groups under SM, I'm tired of it.

IVE - Unnecessary hate that the members get. Like ong where is it all coming from? It's too much. Sometimes, I may understand it but like sometimes it just gets out of hand. Especially with Wonyoung, the strawberry issue was ages ago and people are still angry over it like chill. Liz is getting unnecessary hate for weight gain like are u actually angry about someone gaining weight? You must be bored af. Gaeul got some hate in June for someone on Twitter saying that Gaeul said the n word yet there was never any evidence in the first place for her saying it and these claims were false in the end. The hate is so unnecessary many times. Really. Also, there are rumours that Starship only wants Yujin and Wonyoung (possibly Gaeul as well as she was supposed to go with Yujin and Wonyoung to pd48) to shine and I can see where that comes from. Btw, mini album when? I'm getting tired of only 2 songs each comeback... Another thing is the tension between the girls, it's clear that there is not complete good communication, clearly Yujin and Wonyoung are upset about Iz*one disbanding and they're not over it yet, so it's sad. They communicate with each other not as people who are close but like co-workers almost.

Seventeen - this was difficult to decide because in my opinion everything about Seventeen and the fandom is near to perfect. However, the only problem I have is that they're too perfect. They're too good to be true and I'm scared that we will get a twisted and ugly truth when all of seventeen ends. They have been in barely any controversies and the ones that they have been in were not that big as well. So, I'm just afraid it's going to backfire on the whole load of us, carats, yk? Because no one is perfect and you know it. But, I'm going to enjoy them while it lasts yk?

TXT - I think a lot of MOA's feel this way but the huge change of direction of music, it's too much almost. HYBE really needs to know how to change concepts smoothly so the public isn't shocked when it comes to them, especially the fans. Tbh, I really liked the emo punk they were going for but this new bad boy concept is cringy and annoying in my opinion. Don't get me wrong I love my boys all the way, they're my favourite 4th gen BG atm but yk it hurts to see the inconsistency. It's one thing to experiment with music and another to be inconsistent, they didn't have enough time in my opinion to solidify their sound and that's why it becomes worse, the songs don't sound like TXT and ever since gbgb I've become quite distant from TXT.

NMIXX - scared of the beat drops and the overall superiority complex from people that are obsessed with nmixx and with people that are obsessed on hating nmixx with all their might. Other than that, I love that a lot of people are aware of how talented nmixx is, because the music may not be to everyone's taste but we have to admit that they are really talented especially for rookies. But even that doesn't allow nswers to have such a superiority complex within the fandom, and no we are not going to win roty, I think that's pretty obvious, if it was because of talent, yh we would win but through achievements, no we aren't.

Newjeans - I mean probably obvious but it's Min Heejin and the audacity she had to debut a group filled with minors. I also hate the fact that people try to brush off the fact that they are minors because they are "talented". Don't get me wrong they are, they're your average kpop rookie girl group, and still quite talented but they're minors and talented or not, it puts them in a lot of danger. The world of K-pop is not for children unfortunately, it's very easy for them to be manipulated or exploitation.

Twice - either the fandom is toxic (small minority tho) and the fights with blinks that are completely stupid. Anyway, also ig it's how much they being overworked, I mean they are at least, the second biggest K-pop girl group internationally, but it's still hurtful to see them getting worked so much especially now that they are growing up as adults. Some people can't even accept the fact that they have grown, some people think Jeongyeon is fat on purpose, she's not even fat, that's the normal weight a human being should weigh. She's not fat. Also, JYP old use Jeongyeon as an actual lead vocalist thank you very much.

I'm sorry that the majority of these us about the fandom but I, and many others, don't know a lot about the idols themselves or how they work or what they do in general and it's none of my business anyway.

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autumnsky222 · 2 years

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Syn was disappointed to say the least. Europa had been another dead end. The owner of the company Lazarus, Hilt Fynel, had truly disappeared. Maybe he had been on Europa at one point but he was long gone by the time Syn had arrived. He let out a long sigh and began to mess with the controls of the old starship.

The Belt was at least a few days away, he needed something to drown out the chaos in his head. He settled on a station that played Eren music. He never really had a taste for the strange music that came from the dusty planet, but it was all he could find. It was all he could ever find. As he listened he leaned back in his chair and kicked his legs up onto the dashboard.

If he couldn't find Hilt Fynel, then Syn would have to settle with fixing the old man's mistake. His old starship rattled along, though space towards the Belt. He hoped the ship would make it a little longer. Syn didn't like to have to resort to stealing, however he was not above it by any means.

The Eren music played a rather catchy tune. Syn turned it up, "you know," he said out loud, "maybe I could get used to Eren music. Maybe I should move there after I fix my eyes and kill that bastard, what do you think, Cowboy?"

Cowboy, a scrappy, three-legged dog wagged his tail.

"Yeah, well, you like all my ideas," Syn said to the animal.

Cowboy jumped up into the passenger seat and looked out the window at the stars. Syn patted the dog's head.

"Or," Syn continued, "we could get ourselves a real nice ship...you know the kind. And fill it with enough fuel and supplies that we'd never have to land on a planet again."

The dog scratched his ear and gave Syn a long look.

"I wouldn't miss them," he said, crossing his arms. "Earthens are cruel pricks, Androids are boring, Norroks are entitled asses, Xerites are far too quiet, and Erens are-"

Cowboy barked and jumped off the chair.

Syn stood up and followed the dog into the back of the ship.

"Right, you're probably hungry," he said, giving the dog a preserved meat-stick from his pantry. "And you're right, I shouldn't generalize. They can all be boring, entitled, quiet, pricks....is that better?"

Cowboy ate the meat-stick, wagging his tale.

"All I mean," Syn said, pacing the length of the kitchen, "is that I don't need anyone...other than you of course."

The dog looked up at him, hoping for more food.

"Sorry, we're getting low, buddy," he said, scratching the dog's head. "We'll pick up some more supplies the next place we stop, alright?"

Syn sat back down at the pilot's seat. He took his hat off and put it on the dashboard. Slowly, he untied the scarf from around his eyes and opened them. It had been a long time since he allowed himself to use his eyes. As always, hundreds of readings popped up, displaying all kinds of information. Instantly, Syn felt a headache building. Something was wrong. It had always been wrong.

"Stars," he cursed, rubbing his eyes. "What did that crazy old man do?"

Cowboy sat down beside Syn with his head resting on the man's lap. Syn tried to look at something, anything, but it was pointless. The readings only built onto his headache. He could only last a couple minutes without going completely mad.

"I don't want to lose...myself again," Syn said to the dog. "Last time...was bad."

The dog only wagged his tail as Syn pet him.

Eventually, Syn covered his eyes back up with the scarf and placed his hat back on his head. He felt like he failed every time the headaches began. He often wondered if it had been something the old man did. Were they installed incorrectly? Or was he truly at fault for his failures?

Despite his frustrations, Syn didn't let the anger stay for long. There was no point. He would figure it out. He stood up quickly from the seat and continued to pace through the starship.

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majortomiscominghome · 7 years

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Hey y'all HERE IS MY COLLECTION OF GAY SONGS that make me very happy. Feel free to shoot in songs you know of that didn't make these tracklists! Wlw I Wanna Hold Your Hand- Tv Carpio All Shook Up- Suzi Quatro Lil' Red Riding Hood- Amanda Seyfried Come On Eileen- Save Ferris Dear Prudence- Siouxsie and the Banshees Some Kind Of Wonderful- Pam Grier Fever- Peggy Lee She Drives Me Crazy- The Good Natured Crimson and Clover- Joan Jett And The Blackhearts Red Hot Momma- The Brox Sisters Rebel Girl- Bikini Kill Jessie's Girl- Mary Lambert Jenny- Studio Killers Waiting On June- Holly Williams East Virginia Blues- June Carter Cash Would You Lay With Me- Tanya Tucker Mlm Can't Get You Outta My Head- The Flaming Lips You Know I'm No Good- Arctic Monkeys Jolene- Me First& The Gimme Gimmes Bang Bang- Astro Zombies Mr Sandman- Flash Mob Jazz If I Had You- Adam Lambert (Ok not directly one/no direct pronouns but the singer is gay so it counts) Son Of A Preacher Man- Tom Goss Can't Help Lovin' That Man Of Mine- Nat Schilkret and the Victor Orchestra Always On My Mind- The Irrepressibles Forest Gump- Frank Ocean The Predatory Wasp Of The Palisades- Surfjan Stevens Too Young To Be In Love- Hunx And His Punx Michael- Franz Ferdinand Me And The Major- Belle&Sebastian

#starship speaks #starship's music taste is bad #wlw playlist #mlm playlist

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nihilistwife · 5 years

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What music do you like pal? Lemme get a feel for ur music taste

dont embarrass me like this,

#my music taste is bad #i still like cobra starship and i listen to msi #i like asshole music #i did not say 'badass' music #i said asshole music #anon #asks

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tg-headcanons · 3 years

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what songs would the TG cast have on a *sexy* playlist?

Ayyy sexy music time 😎

Kaneki: Closer by Nine Inch Nails, he’s dirtier than he lets on

Hide: Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis, sunshine boy likes to keep it upbeat

Touka: Boys Wanna Be Her by Peaches, she’s always been turned on by this song and had the audacity to be surprised when she was a lesbian

Koma: Animals by Nickelback, he is a shameless nickelback fan, bastard

Irimi: Gooey by Glass Animals, the chill vibes are perfect

Nishiki: Good Girls Go Bad by Cobra Starship, he will be humiliated if Kimi ever tells anyone

Shuu: The Cult Of Dionysus by The Orion Experience, he insists that he would never do it to music, but damn it it vibes too hard and he’s always been a slut for hedonism

Naki: Issues by Mindless Self Indulgence, he’s here for the vibes and the aggression gets him going

Amon: Moment’s Silence by Hozier, this is the most sexy song his catholic ass can admit to liking

Renji: Paralyzer by Finger Eleven, he’s a simple man with simple tastes

Uta: Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge, they’re as kinky as they look what can I say

Itori: Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica, I mean, have you seen her spouses?

Akira: S&M by Rihanna, it’s always the quiet ones

Seidou: Bitchboy by The Oozes, it really suits him

Mutsuki: Touchin On My by 3OH!3, he can have a little toxic masculinity, as a treat

Urie: Bad Girlfriend by Theory Of A Dead Man, he listens to music all the time but that song always gets him going

Saiko: Judas by Lady Gaga, sacrilege is sexy

Ginshi: Bubblegum Bitch by Marina And The Diamonds, but he refuses to admit it

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firstofficerwiggles · 3 years

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Dress Code, Part 1

Part 2, Part 3 (T rated), Part 3 (M rated)

Pairing: Din Djarin x female reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Some swearing, references to sexuality, mostly just fluff with some longing

Summary: You’re headed out to shop when Din takes issue with your dress

Word Count: ~3000

Author’s Note: This will be at least a two part story, possibly three parts if I can make it all connect well. This takes place at some point between seasons or maybe early on in Season 2.

P.S. There’s a tiny nod to Ed Sheeran in this.

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“Is that what you’re wearing?” the Mandalorian’s gruff voice questions as you are getting the child ready for a day of supply shopping. It feels like forever since you’ve been off the ship and you are in dire need of fresh food and other essentials. You swear if you have to eat one more packet of reconstituted soup your taste buds will shrivel and die. You are also desperately looking forward to breathing in fresh air and feeling the sunshine on your skin again. As luck would have it, you’ve landed in a spot that is lush and green with a moderate climate, and as you flew by overhead you spied a bright and colorful village with a bustling marketplace.

Back home you never would have considered food shopping a reason for dressing up, but after many long months on a starship, these brief outings feel like a special event to you. In your eagerness to be outside again, you decided to wear a pretty sundress that you love. It hugs your curves in all the right places but still manages to be flowy and soft, plus you know this color is one of the most flattering for you. Ok, maybe you didn’t need to also do your hair and makeup quite this nicely, but you figured, why not? it made you feel good. Plus there was the added hope that maybe the Mandalorian would look at you for once as more than just a crew member. Not that you should want him to do that, you remind yourself strictly, he is your boss after all.

“I suppose it’s a little dressier than normal for shopping, but I think I look nice,” you respond smoothing your hands over the dress and feeling a small thrill of delight that at least he noticed the dress.

Din makes a hmpf sort of sound as if he wants to disagree with you but can’t bring himself to actually say anything definitive.

“What do you think, sweet baby?” you say with a wink to the child. He grins up at you and makes his happy cooing sounds. “He seems to like it.”

“Let’s get going,” Din says, ignoring your comment and handing you your cloak.

“I don’t need my cloak, Mando, it’s a warm, sunny day out there,” you tell him.

“So, you’re just going to go out, like that, exposed.” He is still holding out the cloak to you.

“Exposed?” you say with a laugh, “This is a perfectly respectable dress.”

“Your arms are naked and so are most of your legs and toes,” he points out. His hands are on his hips and he tilts his helmet as if his eyes are traveling down your body taking in the knee-length sundress and ending at your open-toed sandals. You feel your cheeks flush and the ship seems warmer all of a sudden as he scrutinizes your body.

“Mando, I know this is more skin than you’d ever show, but trust me, non-Mandalorian women dress like this all the time,” you reason with him. “Besides, I wasn’t aware this marketplace had a strict dress code.”

“What if it does?” he retorts.

“Seriously. Is that the best you can do?” You’re getting a little annoyed at him now, and as you think about it you realize he’s made a few off-hand comments recently about the way you dress. Why is he making this an issue?

Din knows he is being a pain in the ass about the dress and it has much more to do with him than he would care to admit. He’s noticed that you wear your prettiest clothes each time you leave the ship, but this is the first time he’s openly questioned you about it. When he hired you to help him out with the child, he thought you were much too beautiful and that it was probably a bad idea. Hell, everyone always has jokes about dads and hot nannies. But he also knew that was a really shitty and misogynistic reason to deny someone a job, so he hired you because you were clearly the best candidate. Din had been absolutely right in that area and he admired the way you had bonded with the child and cared for him as if he were your own. But still, lately everything you do has been driving him crazy with desire and he’s getting more frustrated by the day. Just yesterday he had walked in on you cooking dinner, playing music, and dancing around the ship’s tiny galley. He was transfixed as you swayed your hips to the beat and listened to the singer crooning to you that he was in love with your body. It had made him flee to the fresher for a cold shower just to calm down. Frankly, the sight of you in this dress is making him yearn for another cold dousing. Besides that, he knows that the moment you get to the marketplace, his eyes won’t be the only ones on you, a thought that makes his stomach churn with ill-placed jealousy, but one that does give him an idea for a better counter-argument.

“You’ll attract too much attention.” Din finally tells you soundly.

“Excuse me? Mr. Head-to-Toe Beskar? I attract too much attention.” You sound incredulous.

“I attract the right kind of attention that says, ‘back off’,” he replies, “but you attract horny male attention, that seems to say, ‘hang around and be a pain’.”

“Oh, puh-lease. I’m not the only one who can attract horny male attention, Mando,” you sass back at him with a playful look, “The galaxy takes all kinds, and who can resist a man in shining armor?”

“Well,” Din clears his throat and looks away for a moment, “that may be the case,” he mutters, but then he turns his visor back towards you, and says more confidently, “but the men you attract are much more aggressive and persistent.”

“Maker, Mando, that was like one time, and he took off after you punched him.” You will admit there was a scene a few weeks ago in a particularly rowdy cantina where some creep wouldn’t leave you alone, until the Mandalorian hauled off and hit him square in the nose. You had been mortified at the time that he had needed to do it, but you would also swear that Mando had enjoyed punching the guy.

“I didn’t like your dress that night either,” Din lies to you. He did like it but he didn’t like seeing other men like it too.

You roll your eyes at that comment and sigh, “Since when do you care so much about my clothing choices?”

“I care when they might bring you unwanted attention,” he insists, “I do feel a responsibility for your welfare even if you don’t seem to.”

“Well, listen, is there any chance you are going to let me wander around this marketplace alone?” you ask changing tactics.

“Hell no,” he replies swiftly.

“Ok, then, problem solved.”

“What do you mean ‘problem solved’?”

“I mean no one is going to bother me if you are by my side all day,” you explain. He crosses his arms at this, but he doesn’t have a response. “That creep in the cantina only got so bold because I was by myself at the bar while you were negotiating that bounty. I’m sure he wouldn’t have dared try anything if you had been right there.” You decide to take things a bit further in attempt to end this silly argument, “Would you care to make a wager?”

“A wager?” he’s curious now.

“If a man hits on me while you’re by my side, I’ll let you pick out my clothing for a month. However, if no one hits on me, you say nothing about my clothing for two months.”

“One month,” he counters.

“Alright, fine, one month, either way,” you agree. “But, it only counts if you are by my side, if you walk away from me all bets are off.”

“I won’t be walking away from you, and you better not wander off either,” he warns.

“Do we have a deal?” You hold out your hand for him to shake.

“Deal,” he says taking your hand.

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Your little party picks their way through the marketplace with ease stopping by stalls of fresh fruit, vegetables, cheeses, breads, and a delectable selection of pastries that has the child reaching out with both hands from his floating pram. The sneaky rascal had got a particularly large one in his mouth before you even had a chance to make your selection. Thankfully the vendor was entranced by his adorable face and hadn’t been bothered at all by his momentary thievery. This village has been nice and you’re enjoying the day not just due to the lovely weather, but also because of your little competition with the Mandalorian. You’ve noticed men giving you appreciative looks, but you’ve been cozying up to your Mando as much as possible, even going so far as to put your hand in the crook of his arm at times as you walk through the streets. In a few instances you were a little worried you might lose the wager when a particularly enthusiastic vendor was trying to make a sale, but fortunately for you, everyone had stayed polite and focused on helping you make your selections.

Din could see that he was well on his way to losing this wager. Normally, that would irritate him thanks to his competitive nature, but spending time with you like this was worth it. He had the chance to watch your happy face as you strolled through the colorful market and to listen to you cheerfully greet people and negotiate prices to get the best bargains. There was such an easy enthusiasm about you as you took pleasure in something that otherwise would have been mundane. It made him feel more lighthearted too. Yet the best part of this shopping trip was how attentive you were being towards him. Din was thoroughly enjoying the way you checked with him before making final selections of your purchases, the way your hand touched his arm, and the way you kept looking over to him with a smile. You were even letting him place a hand on the small of your back at times as he guided you towards different stalls. He had been right about you drawing attention from other men, but apart from a few appreciative glances, they had stayed away, no doubt because to all outward appearances Din and you looked like a couple.

You’ve been making good progress on your shopping list, and there are just a few more items you want to get before heading back to the Crest. You know you are supposed to be focused on picking up the essentials for the next few weeks, but your eye is drawn to a jeweler’s stall nearby and the pretty pieces he has on display. You let yourself wander over as the Mandalorian follows.

“Good afternoon,” the vendor greets you cheerfully, “please take a look, it’s all my own work, handcrafted right here,” and he gestures to a workshop behind the stall. He has many beautiful items but one necklace in particular catches your eye. It is a pendant shaped like a flower and it looks to be made of some type of silver. The flower has a second shinier metal filigree on top creating a lovely design that is topped off with tiny silver balls that glint in the sunlight.

“Would you like to try it on?” the jeweler asks you.

“Oh, I’d love to,” you reply eagerly. You lift the pendant up and place it around your neck, and then try to clasp it, but with your hair in the way, you can’t seem to get it to latch.

“Allow me,” Din’s fingers replace your own. You lift your hair up for him, and then tell yourself to breathe as his gloves gently brush over your neck. Perhaps it’s your imagination, but it feels as if he lets his hands linger there longer than necessary. When he takes a step back, you whirl around and ask, “How does it look?”

“You look beautiful,” Din replies, more honestly than he planned, your eyes lighting up at his compliment. He watches you turn back around towards a mirror the jeweler has set up to admire the necklace yourself. His eyes are drawn back to the pendant which is now glittering just at the top of your cleavage enticingly. He watches your delighted face in the mirror, enjoying the simple pleasure of wearing something beautiful.

“Your wife has excellent taste,” the jeweler’s words cause Din to turn his head and come back to the rest of the world. “That’s one of my favorite pieces.”

“What it’s made of?” Din asks the jeweler, not bothering to correct him on the word ‘wife’.

“It’s silver with beskar plating,” the jeweler explains, “I’m not surprised she likes it so much,” he says in a conspiratorial whisper and a slightly cheeky glance at the Mandalorian.

“How much?” Din asks.

You haven’t been paying any attention to Din and the jeweler; you’ve been too busy admiring the pretty necklace and imagining what it would be like to wear it to a special night out with your favorite dress. You’re so caught up in your daydreaming that it isn’t until you hear a merry laugh from the jeweler that you realize how long you’ve been staring at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks flush thinking that you must look so vain, and you turn to the jeweler and say, “Thank you so much for letting me try this on, but I suppose I better take it off now.”

“There’s no need, lovely lady, your husband has already purchased it for you,” he says with a grin.

You’re stunned both by the jeweler calling the Mandalorian your husband and with delight that he has bought you such a beautiful gift. Before you realize what you’re doing, you throw your arms around Din in a hug and thank him profusely. He is stiff for a second, not sure how to react to your embrace, but then, his arms come up to encircle you and he pulls you in tighter to his chest. He can’t remember the last time anyone hugged him and he has missed it more than he knew. For a moment, Din allows himself to enjoy the intimacy of holding you like this, and he imagines what it would be like to be able to hug you all the time.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Din tells you softly, the term of endearment slipping from his lips before he can stop himself. Your cheeks flush with pleasure at his words and when you pull back away from him your face is shining with the brightest smile he’s ever seen. The bustling marketplace falls away and it’s just the two of you standing in the sunlight with electricity buzzing between you, until the child coos loudly reminding you both of his presence.

“We should, uh, get the rest of the… supplies,” Din says sounding a little flustered. You understand that’s he’s feeling a bit shy right now after that public display of affection. You’re feeling the same way, wondering what all of this could mean. But you know that now is not the time to reflect on those thoughts, and instead you turn back to the child, scooping him up for a quick cuddle so he no longer feels left out. The Mandalorian also reaches out to give the kid’s long ears a stroke and says, “Are you still hungry, buddy? C’mon we’ll get you another snack.”

The rest of your shopping trip passes quickly and you’re back at the Razor Crest shortly thereafter. You are still floating on air after the day you’ve had. You keep sneaking glimpses at your new necklace and smiling to yourself like a besotted school girl. Even the drudgery of unloading and then securing all the supplies in the ship doesn’t put a damper on your spirits. The Mandalorian seems to be sharing in your joyfulness, humming a little as he lifts heavy crates and sneaks a few extra treats to the child. You’re getting ready to depart, when he turns to you and says, “Well, I suppose I should congratulate you on winning our wager.”

“That’s right, I did win,” you say happily almost having forgotten about the whole silly bet, “I knew no one would bother me with you right next to me.”

“Yes, it appears you were right about that,” he says grudgingly, “this time.”

“So that means one whole month with no comments about what I choose to wear,” you remind him.

“This doesn’t mean you should take this as an excuse to wear your most scandalous outfits,” Din tries to tell you.

“Uh-uh, the month starts now, no comments from you, sir,” you reply cheekily to him. You laugh a little to yourself, scandalous outfits, he’s being so dramatic.

“I’m going to get us on our way,” Din concedes his defeat and turns to head to the cockpit, but he can’t help to get in one last word as he tells you, “I’m sure your new necklace will look just as pretty with your more conservative clothes.”

“Maybe,” you reply attempting for a nonchalant tone, but failing spectacularly as your eyes light up at his suggestion.

Din makes his way back up to his pilot’s chair and begins the take-off procedure. He shouldn’t have made that comment about the scandalous outfits, it will just give you ideas filled with your sheerest and most revealing garments. But then, he has an idea of his own. Smirking under his helmet at his own cunning, he punches in the coordinates to the icy world of Hoth and makes the jump to hyperspace.

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Billy’s not a luddite, OK?

His music taste may be firmly stuck in the 80s, but he's upgraded from tapes and CDs to listening to Ratt and Mötley Crüe with a Spotify account now. And he has a phone. A smartphone. He had to be cajoled into getting it, but now he has it, he has to admit that he quite likes it.

He likes the dumb games. Especially the Scrabble one he's totally thrashing Max at (and OK maybe he's losing a little to Lucas, but his damn brother-in-law knows all these crazy clever science words that aren't in any dictionary Billy's ever come across so that doesn’t really count.)

He likes sending pictures to Steve when he's at work. Not even dirty ones, although he still does that a bit. No, he likes the GIFs. The fun snippets from movies and cute animal reaction shots. He likes it when Steve sends them back too.

He really likes the folder with all his photos in. Hundreds and hundreds of pictures of Steve. Lots of the two of them together, taken at arm's length. Landmarks and breathtaking views behind them, but Billy was only really looking at Steve when he took them.

There are even more of Steve on his own- Steve sipping on cocoa with a dot of cream on his nose, Steve hammering a nail into the wall with a toolbelt around his waist, Steve asleep on a lounger in their garden. One with Steve holding Paradise Kitty- Dicey for short- when they first brought her home from the shelter. Another later that evening of him asleep with Dicey curled up on his chest. That’s the one Billy set as his wallpaper.

So Billy gets technology, OK? He's not old or out of touch or anything like that. He just doesn't like the technology in cars. Steve's car, especially. Because that's gone too far. Steve has gone too far.

Because Steve got a new car with all the extras. He went and said yes to every single thing the sleazy salesman offered and didn't even try to haggle. So now his damn Beemer looks like the cockpit of the fucking Starship Enterprise, full of flashing lights and beeping alerts and screens, for God's sake, with these fancy cameras showing you what’s behind you, because apparently rich people don't want the bother of turning their fucking heads.

And normally this would all be fine. It’s very rare that Billy has to go in Steve’s car anyway, and yes, on those few occasions when he does he hates it and he’s very vocal about that, but at least he’s not the one who has to actually deal with the flashes and beeps.

But today his car is in the shop. And today one of them needs to go and get groceries. And today Steve is busy working from home. So. It’s happening. Billy is finally going to drive Steve’s car.

He immediately gets off to a bad start with Christine (named because she’s clearly possessed, and also because Gina the Beemer is a terrible name, Steve). He settles in and scoots the seat forward because not everyone has damn beanpole legs, and presses a button. A button. Doesn't even need to stick a key in a hole and that just feels wrong.

The car beeps at him almost instantly, a little picture of a seat belt flashing up.

“Jesus, I’m getting to it,” Billy grumbles at the screen. He figures that’s what controlling all of this, after all, “Fucking... let a guy settle in first.” And he has things to do. Like figure out how to connect his phone to the radio when there are no trailing wires and cords to plug in.

But Christine beeps. Beep and flashes and beeps some more until Billy clicks the seatbelt in with a growl, “There. Fine. All strapped in nice and tight. Happy now?”

And she seems to be. She’s stopped beeping and flashing at least and left him in peace to finally get the stereo to see his phone. But then there’s another beep. A blip, actually, and the screen flares to life with a map and some demanding voice asks him to ‘input a destination’.

“Nope.” Billy jabs at the screen. The map does not go away. The voice asks again.

“I know how to get to the shop. I go every week. I don’t need you.” Billy punctatues each remark with a jab to the screen, clicking every single ‘x’ he can see until he finally gets the thing to shut up.

It doesn’t get any better once he starts driving. The map flares up anyway, a huge arrow showing him exactly where he is on the road, and then flashing a warning for upcoming heavy traffic.

“I know there’s traffic,” Billy hissed, turning the music up over the tinny pips of the notification, “It’s 4pm, there are school buses, there’s always traffic here. I know as much as you, you dumb car.”

He pokes at the screen again, managing to turn off the warning, and sits quite happily in the traffic that he definitely knew about and manages to get to the supermarket without many more distractions.

Until it’s time to park. And he decides to reverse in.

As soon as he flicks the stick to ‘R’, the reverse view camera fills the screen, showing him a stretch of asphalt and the trunk of a tree. Billy ignores it in favour of actually turning his head to look and see the exact same stretch of asphalt and the trunk of a tree.

And then Christine starts beeping again. Louder and faster the more he reverses. And that grates on Billy’s already tender nerves,

“I can damn well park by myself,” he growls, “Got a licence to prove it and everything. I was reverse parking before you were even a concept.”

Christine’s beeping just increases in speed and shrillness. And then there’s a bump. A tiny tap as the back of the car oh-so-gently touches the little iron railing around the base of the tree.

And that does not help Billy’s fraying nerves.

He’s thankful when he gets in the store. Mostly for the non-beeping shopping cart and the fact that it doesn’t try to direct him in a more practical route around the store, or warn him that he’s getting too close to a stack of paper towels. God, he’d take a wonky wheel and suspiciously sticky handles over Christine and her neurosis anyday.

Billy loads all the groceries into the front seat. Not because he backed too close to the tree and he can’t open the trunk, but purely for convenience when they get home. Christine beeps again as soon as he’s in, and Billy scowls as he clicks his seatbelt in, “I’ll belt up and you shut up,” he mutters, but the beeps continue and the seatbelt sign still keeps flashing. So Billy unbuckles himself and tries again, even more dramatically this time.

Still no change. Still beeping and flashing.

“I’m safe you fucker. LOOK!” He unclips the belt, waving the metal end in the air and then slowly and deliberately clipping it into place, “There. Happy?”

Christine is not. She beeps. She flashes. So Billy yells. He unclips again and stretches the seatbelt as far forward as he can, until the metal clip is tapping on the screen in the centre of the dashboard.

“Watch. Watch this. Beeping little shit.” He rams the clip in as hard as he can, “There. IN. It can’t go any more in,” he tugs wildly at the belt, showing exactly how securely fastened it is, “I’m in. I’m safe. I’m strapped down like its a goddamn straightjacket. I am going NOWHERE.”

He looks up to see a woman at the cart return looking at him with a worried expression, and Billy gives her a too-bright smile and a sarcastic wave until she turns around and dashes back to her car. Christine is still beeping.

“What the hell else do you want?” Billy grumbles, “I have my seatbelt on, I am doing what you asked I don’t know what more you can- oh!”

He reaches over to lift up the grocery bags from the passenger seat, and the beeping stops immediately, the flashing light disappearing from view.

“OH!” Billy smirks, dropping the bags back down and watching as the screen lights up again. He leans right over to buckle the passenger seatbelt over the bags, watching in delight as the car calms herself right back down again.

“Oh Christine” he tuts, shaking his head, “thought you knew it all, huh? Can’t even tell a carton of milk and some pasta from an actual, living human?” he smirks, drumming his fingers on the wheel as he pulls out of the parking space, “Fucking smart-tech my ass.” Billy’s a few miles down the road when he leans forward to try and skip a track on the radio, a pothole sending him lurching forward and causing him to accidentally brush against another button with his wrist. He’s not sure what he did, until a few minutes late. And that’s when Billy discovers the heated seats. And, ok, maybe there are some extras worth paying for.

#harringrove #kinda #this is mostly billy being grumpy at a car #and it's modern but they're old #entirely inspired by me trying to drive my husband's car #which is very new and has lots of flashy bits and symbols i don't understand #MY car is from the 90s and you can drive that thing with all the doors open and no seatbelt on and it will not give a FUCK #she still has rolly down windows for gods sake #and her 'air con' is just 'blow out air that is the temperature of the engine'#but she keeps going and i love her #ANYWAY #yeah #have this dumb thing that started on twitter and grew in my brain

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