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wiedzmacienia · 9 months

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@honorhearted | continued from x

the morning, having come off a long evening during which she herself had a meeting with washing.ton followed by alden, had caused frustration to lace most of her existence the last few hours prior to her decision to seek the major out. another meeting of her own had been conducted this morning with alden providing fresh word from mrs. morgan which had been less than ideal. an acceleration of a plan had now been required and she had saw to it that molnar had left camp with a company not an hour before to see it done. the following hour, however, had been less tense, at least within the grand scheme of things. she'd entered back into her space with her light hues washing over a chest and come to some sort of decision. an item about the size of a larger book is wrapped in a cloth in her arms when she meets him outside his tent, worry creasing her features for a moment before he begins to respond. that is when katarzyna's features begin to cool in response, hold tightening on the item in her hold as if a means to keep her own emotions in check.

'don't you already know?'

know what?

there is a multitude of meanings the major could be referring to though she believes she's aware of which once once she allows the shock of his coolness to wear off. this must have to do with the conversation she'd held with the general the day before though the timetable presented for such a mission as he presented her with had been unclear the day before (clearly it was no longer unclear). yet she fails to see what reason tallmadge could have to be so angered by such for if they were truly to work together what reason should he have not to allow her to meet with one of those spying for him. especially if she was expected to share her own information with him from her own?

'seeing how his excellency has been cluing you in to our tactical plans before myself as of late, i would've thought this would be why you're here.'

until his following comment washes over her. that was it, wasn't it? she knew things he did not and it angered him. it angers her too, or rather his tone does as she follows him into the tent, thankful that the child is not there presently. idly she wonders if it angered him more that he wasn't being informed of certain things when others were or if it was because his excellency was speaking about it with a woman? somewhere in the back of her mind the witch knows she can not entirely fault tallmadge for something he is unaware of. that her actual position within her forces is still unclear to him even if washing.ton is well aware (and if washington approves of such or not, he has accepted it as what such is to provide him his alliance). that does not halt the ice-filled and tone which leaves her lips in response though.

"i actually came here to bring you this--"

the item in her arms is dropped, not roughly but not entirely gently either, onto his cleared desk still wrapped in cloth. she'd mentioned before that she held a copy of sun tz.u's art of war in it's original dialect and while she knows he could not read it she had intended to offer him the chance to look at it and perhaps read some of it to him with his own copy as reference. after all, he had offered to teach her of a language she did not know, even if such would have been done with auggie present. this was how she saw fit to return the favor. now however, she's beginning to regret such a notion.

"--because i thought you might like to see it."

there is a harshness to her, a glare given to the wrapped book itself as if it burned her before falling up toward the major who she's now standing next to by the desk. she holds her ground, stance firmly in place, confident and perhaps defiant. men and woman had been punished for less of a tone with her. but he was not one of those under her command and she knows, even if she must keep reminding herself, that he can not be faulted for his lack of understanding. it's entirely infuriating and yet perhaps more of an indication of why he should not be informed of such, at least until he presents himself ready to accept it.

'i'm supposed to go check on abe -- by myself, might i add -- but w.ashington has suddenly decided that you need to come along.'

this is new information. katarzyna knew the town the general wished for her to go to with the major from their conversation of which also spoke of her own presence there prior, her own spies of which could help the cause though names had not been discussed. she imagined that would be worked out between her and the major or when they arrived and would meet with those allies they had. it seemed a benefit to have her join the major. no matter how one looked upon it, a crossover of their allies would have to transpire and it would only aid the cause if she could see where his lived and such be able to send a critical message quickly if needed. the new information in question however is the name. abe. it makes her eyes widen briefly before she lets out a calming breath. surely there was more than one abe in the town. he could not be referring to cabbage man.

'it's too dangerous. you're not a spy, zyna -- you're not even one of my men, so this is a fool's errand. please…'

anger rises back within her before his use of a nickname seems to cause her pause enough to actually listen to his words. has he ever referred to her such before? now she finds a strange mix of emotions playing at her. he has managed to insult her and express worry for her in the same breath. had he not seen what she had been capable of before that first night they met or even when they fought that horrid creature of a witch in the woods? surly if it was dangerous for anyone, it was more dangerous for him who held no powers to get him out of such a situation if he was caught. knowledge of her rank or not, would he ever see her for what she was truly capable or would they continue this dance for the entirety of the war? still, it is difficult to remain completely cross with him when there is a genuineness to the fact he is misguidedly attempting to keep her safe when he turns softer and looks upon her and asks her to reason with his commander.

god, why was benjamin tall.madge such an infuriating man? why could she simply not be cross with him and that be that?

"i'll put aside that you still seem to think i am unable to protect myself from danger." her tone is somewhat softer but still offended in a way she can not hide, turning matter-of-fact as she speaks again. "you're wrong though. it's not a fool's errand. i have my own spies in set.auket whom i imagine the general wishes you to meet and i have an alias there as well. if someone sees me, though i would rather them not at this time, a reason can be made for such unlike you. i'm afraid i can not reason with him when his logic for us to go together is sound. and-- "

this next piece of information would either serve to make him more angered or he would see the benefit of such.

"i know you do not seem to like seeing magic--"

she knows he understands that magic is not the same across the board at least in some sense as they have not actually bridged the gap in speaking topic, his own way of treating her especially after dealing with the incident in the woods and his willingness to let auggie play with cora and furgus said as much but she also knows he is still getting used to the idea of magic in a positive context and that would take time. she just wished, well, she's not entirely sure what she wished or why it mattered to her what he thought.

"--but if i see where this abe lives and he can be convinced that such is not evil i have means to pass communications to him quickly and directly but i must be able to see the place for such to work."

#honorhearted #honorhearted thread; 003 #v; main #time period; raise a glass to the revolution #i swear i tried to write something short but this happened

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legaciestold · 3 months

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@honorhearted continued from x

as morning light found it's way through the window and katarzyna felt the sudden loss of contact of his body against hers, she began to stir. she felt sore in both pleasant ways that brought a flush to her skin as she recalled the events which had transpired in this room and unpleasant ways as she recalled what had happened prior. it was a strange flurry of emotions which welled within her. happiness and anger of two different sources. what marks would she find once she rose to look into her looking glass? battle wounds were nothing to her now, yet these would be a reminder. she had let her guard down and she had failed a heed longwei's teachings. it mustn't happen again. she thinks, a silent vow as she opens her eyes to watch benjamin and finally follows suit. there's an energy buzzing in the air around her as she moves, her senses alight with it once more. she doesn't feel ill or weak. she doesn't feel disconnected from nature but embraced in it.

katarzyna nearly hums as she sorts out her uniform. no, she does not seek the dress she had wore the night before that was much worse for wear, or even any dress similar; she chooses what she should have been wearing the entire time. there had been a purpose in her effort prior, to attempt to seem to fit in more than she would have since she traversed washington's camp as much as her own. however such had not prevented the events of the night before and the fact remained, katarzyna was allied with washington and as such held loyalty to him, but she was not under his sole authority in the same fashion others were. she held her own forces. she was a part of them. she did not need others to fully accept her even if they should question her appearance as all that mattered was the trust and partnerships she did hold with washington's circle. it was time to halt pretenses and be who she was. and to show hickey who she was too. he and the other man may have been able to gain the advantage over her when she was in a weakened state. but katarzyna was a force to be reckoned with and to that point so was benjamin.

speaking of.. light hues drift toward him again upon his utterance, her finishing securing the outer layer of her dark uniform though she had yet to get to her messy hair. "i should hope so. between us he will reveal his alliances." she states confidently, before feeling the energy around her and calling out to her previously missing shadows as if they were children being called home. "or he will die for them." she states, allowing her shadows to manifest between them in a kind of humanoid cloud that suddenly disperses a moment later as if mimicking death. then she moves forward, toward benjamin until she can feel the warmth of his body radiating off him. she raises her hand to the side of his face feeling comfort in their newfound closeness.

"if i had known all i needed was a night with you to regain my powers and strength, we'd have already had many nights like last." her tone is light, teasing, almost playful even if the matter of discussion is serious. of course, katarzyna knew it was a variety of factors which allowed her to finally regain her strength. the temporary loss of her powers had been just that: temporary. however, she could not discount the weight of what they had shared and the evidence it laid forth to her previous theories. if they truly had called to each other in some way, their essences over time, having come together now. then perhaps he did have something to do with her present state. life giving life. energy shared. magic and nature worked in many ways perhaps they were not meant to understand.

"i'll have to speak with a few of my people first. there should be a few reports for me downstairs. it will not take long but i do not know how long our interrogation will last. i should do this before we go." she considers a moment, before speaking again. "you can be there. with me." trust. it was trust which exudes from her tone and words. a trust she wasn't sure others may have for him but they would accept her trust in him. they had to. "perhaps it's time you understood some of my people's side of things." of course, she does not expect to spend long on this, not right now. not when they still had hickey to attend to but she feels, perhaps, allowing him to be present for the small meeting she'd have to have before she could leave the residence would illustrate something. if nothing else, he'd see the base designs of their campaign from their maps and mock ups. it was the same land and towns and terrain but a very different war and her willingness to allow him to see any of this proved the level of trust she was affording him.

#honorhearted #muse; katarzyna makowski #v; the darkverse #time period raise a glass to the revolution #i finally got my muse back! and sorry this ended up so long apparently my muse came bac full force lol

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schraubd · 11 months

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Why Did The Law Constrain Them Now?

Way back when, I spotted a great parodic bumper sticker during the 2008 presidential campaign. It read: "Bush/Cheney '08: Why Should The Law Stop Us Now?"

Yesterday in Allen v. Milligan, the Supreme Court defied expectations and, in a 5-4 ruling, preserved some semblance of a Voting Rights Act by striking down Alabama's congressional maps as illegally racially gerrymandered. Chief Justice Roberts and Justice Kavanaugh "crossed the aisle", so to speak, and now everyone is trying to figure out why (for Roberts in particular, whose hostility to voting rights long predates his time on the Court).

It is a sign of our cynical era that virtually nobody thinks the answer is "because they felt this was the right legal answer." This is especially striking because, when a justice does vote against their presumed ideological proclivities, that would seemingly spawn a greater inference that they genuinely believed in their position's formal legal correctness. If they faced the happy coincidence of "the law supports the defendant" and "I, personally, support the defendant", why wouldn't they raise a glass to their good fortune and vote accordingly?

But on the constitutional law listserv I'm a member of, everybody seems to think that this is some political legitimacy play. The conservative members cannot fathom that their preferred outcome is not legally correct; they think that Roberts and Kavanaugh voted in some ill-conceived attempt to "store political capital" and stave off allegations that the Court has become a six-member right-wing wrecking ball. Needless to say, they hold such a practice with nothing but contempt; they think Roberts and Kavanaugh are squishes. The liberals in the group, of course, do think the outcome is legally correct, but they too seem to think it's fanciful that something as trifling as "the law compels it" motivated Roberts' and Kavanaugh's votes. After all, they might ask, after years of taking a flamethrower to settled judicial doctrine and longstanding precedents in service of a hard-right agenda, why should the law have constrained them now? They also don't give much, if any, credit to the justices for any "legitimacy" chits they might have thought they earned.

It is hard for me not to credit the cynicism here. But if I were to craft a non-, or at least less-, political explanation for Roberts' and Kavanaugh's votes, it would be to distinguish between the millenarian and Burkena conservative impulses seen on the Court.

The former is the pull of reactionary revolution -- you see the promised land, and are ready to chop down anything in your path that poses a barrier to reaching it. In this mode, the Court's conservatives will burn down precedent, torch settled expectations, and tank the Court's political legitimacy in pursuit of a vision of idealized legal conservatism that they insist is right and true. "The heavens may fall that justice be done." Millenarianism is the impulse that yielded Dobbs, Bruen, and Kennedy, the new "major questions" doctrine and the possible overturning of Chevron, the prospective end to affirmative action and the stunning plausibility of adopting the Independent State Legislature doctrine. Radical alterations of law with unknown and unknowable consequences, in deference to abstract right-wing legal theory and/or concrete right-wing political results. Thomas, Alito, Barrett, and Gorsuch all seem to be in thrall with the millenarian vision, albeit with perhaps slightly different visions of what utopia should look like.

The Burkean mode, by contrast, is the mode of caution, prudence, and restraint. It shies from radical change, it is cognizant of the many things it doesn't know. Recognizing the complexity of the legal machine it oversees, the Burkean conservatives are reluctant to fiddle with the dials too readily. They're willing to trim and cut, but look skeptically upon sweeping change. This impulse, at least, is found in Roberts' Dobbs concurrence, the mifepristone stay, and the so-far unwillingness to endorse any of the yearly crackpot attempts to kneecap the Affordable Care Act. It is not about liberal outcomes (as my placing Roberts' Dobbs opinion in the category should make clear); in other times, Burkeanism might operate as a voice of restraint against sweeping progressive legal victories (recall Roberts' Obergefell opinion). But on this Court, the realistic choices are between radical right-wing change and upholding the status quo -- it's hard to think of a single example of a Court ruling since Barrett's ascension that actually represents change (radical or otherwise) in a progressive direction (the liberal "victories" have generally taken the form of "managing to hold the line against a conservative assault").

On the current Court, Roberts and Kavanaugh have been most susceptible amongst the conservatives to the Burkean impulse, albeit typically in no more than halting fashion. But it's more than just naked political appeasement or trying to impress the libs (neither justice, I think it is fair to say, has shown either much interest or much success in garnering even begrudging liberal admiration). Burkeanism is a branch of conservatism too, and it shouldn't surprise that within the conservative coalition there would be those who find it comparatively more appealing. Some conservatives look at the messianic fervor that has gripped their compatriots and get antsy. They certainly feel the temptation. But ultimately, they are not quite so keen to smash the machine; they are not quite so confident they understand the fallout. And so, periodically, they step back from the abyss, and restrain themselves. Perhaps that's what happened here.

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#democracy #supreme court #voting

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ugly-drizella · 2 months

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celebrate the rejects! (voyd)

songs to play while you smash the system and burn the whole world down

@into-the-voyd

[listen here]

Tracklist and highlighted lyrics below <3

T-Rex

Celebrate the rejects (Hey, hey) Eviscerate the presets (Presets) Power is my thesis (Power, power) Crimson on my lips, when I smile I'm a T-Rex

Hey, yeah! I did start this playlist after I made the connection that Karen and Drakken were absolutely giving me Nimona-Ballister vibes. So, there’s a lot of songs from the Official Nimona Soundtrack on here… and you know what, it rules, so! Any song that starts with “celebrate the rejects!” is a Karen song for sure.

Raise Your Glass

So raise your glass if you are wrong In all the right ways All my underdogs We will never be never be, anything but loud And nitty gritty dirty little freaks

So, I actually had “So What” on here at first, but then I realized, no! The P!nk song for Karen is “Raise Your Glass” which is all about celebrating the “dirty little freaks” and the people who don’t fit in! I think this is a very idealistic version of what Karen believes, ie celebrating the things that make us difference and the underdogs of society! Maybe this is where they started out before they got into Crime ™.

Rebel Girl

When she walks, the revolution's comin' In her hips, there's revolution When she talks, I hear the revolution In her kiss, I taste the revolution

Please take this as a gender neutral version and accept it as the queer punk anthem that it’s supposed to be. I simply think that Karen would be jazzed with being described as someone with revolution in their hips. I need ten more words here so we’re going to pretend this sentence is relevant.

Because I’m Awesome

They say I'm gifted, uh huh Well I'm a certified prodigy I'm gonna own you, uh huh I'm gonna bring you to your knees

Another Nimona song! I really love this one. It’s such a bop, and I can see Karen confidently saying all of these things. I didn’t highlight this particular lyric, but there’s one line that lives rent free in my head forever that goes “I always tell you how great you smell // It's 'cause I'm naturally deodorized.”

One Two Punch

I'm a hit, I'm a one-two punch A slam dunk kind of total rush I'm a hit, I'm a hit, I'm a one-two punch Here's the thing, this is open and shut There's no one like me, look it up I've got a song to blare and a reputation to keep up

And another Nimona song! Woo! Now we’re doing a bit of transition simply from #empowering #revolution #outcast songs into something more… concrete. Hitting and punching and actually breaking stuff in order to enact that change that they want for the world! Let’s go! Punch stuff woo! There’s no one like Karen!

You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid

Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid

This just feels like something someone told Karen after their first MAFIA mission. They’re gonna go far. This is one of those songs that is so specifically about something (in this case… Lord of the Flies, did you know that???) that it’s actually incredibly universal and I feel like I can every character into either “You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid” or “You’re On Your Own, Kid.” Karen, obviously, is the former.

Heads Will Roll

Off, off, off with your head Dance, dance dance til you're dead

We’re having fun! We’re promising violence, but mostly we’re having fun! Let’s go! I’m so sorry that we keep assigning 50 words per song for these things, sometimes it’s just pure vibes, you know? What else do I have to say than this is about violence but also a bop?

Shinigami Eyes

Are you ready to die? Got my Shinigami eyes on Everything is fine Got my Shinigami eyes

This is about Death Note, which in case you are not familiar with, involves an edglord teen who decides he gets to decide who is worthy of living and dying and kills who he deems “bad” by writing their names in a book. I think, at least. Anyway — Karen would enjoy having the Death Note, let’s be real.

Kill V. Maim

I got in a fight, I was indisposed I was in despite all the wicked prose But I'm only a man And I do what I can I got friends in high places, I get out for free I got in a fight but they don't know me 'Cause I'm only a man And I do what I can

Listen, I wasn’t a Grimes Enjoyer till I read her description of this song which was "Kill V. Maim" is written from the perspective of Al Pacino in The Godfather: Part II. Except he's a vampire who can switch gender and travel through space.” And then I was like, oh, okay! I get it! Anyway, that just seemed very Karen.

There Will Be Blood

When you're begging and on your knees That's when I get a sweet release You can't run from your destiny (there will be-) I've been dying to feel alive And your pain is my paradise So tonight, you gon' pay the price (there will be-)

Yeah! Violence! Fun! On the dance floor! In retrospect, maybe I could’ve also added Murder on the Dancefloor here, but maybe not! It’s here in spirit. Maybe as a bonus track with some of the second choice songs. Why the heck not? If you made it this far, it’s like the Taylor Swift hidden tracks or whatever.

(Anyway, there’s five bonus tracks here! Have fun!)

#swyntask #Spotify

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jdblogs11 · 7 months

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The Evolving Pub Culture: A Journey Through Time.!

Introduction: Pubs have been an integral part of our social fabric for centuries, offering more than just a place to grab a drink. They are steeped in history and have evolved over time, adapting to changing tastes and societal norms. In this blog, we’ll take you on a journey through the world of pubs, exploring their rich history, the role they play in our communities, and the changes they’ve undergone in recent years.

I. The Historical Significance of Pubs:

Pubs: A Brief Overview

The Origins: From Alehouses to Public Houses

Pubs as Social Hubs: The Role in Local Communities

II. The Pub Experience:

What Makes a Great Pub?

The Art of Pub Food: Beyond Fish and Chips

Traditions and Rituals: From Darts to Pub Quizzes

III. Pubs in Literature and Pop Culture:

Pubs in Classic Literature: Dickens to Joyce

Iconic Pubs in Film and Television

Music and Pubs: A Symbiotic Relationship

IV. The Modern Pub Scene:

Craft Beer Revolution: Microbreweries and Taprooms

Pub Trends: The Rise of Gastro Pubs

The Impact of Technology on Pubs

V. Pubs and the Community:

Pubs as Meeting Places: Supporting Local Engagement

Charity and Pubs: Giving Back to Society

Challenges Facing Community Pubs

VI. Pub Etiquette and Traditions:

Proper Pub Etiquette: Navigating Unwritten Rules

Toasts, Cheers, and Proverbs: The Language of the Pub

Celebrating Holidays and Events at the Local Pub

VII. The Future of Pubs:

Sustainability in Pubs: Environmental Initiatives

The Role of Pubs in Post-Pandemic Society

Preserving Pub Culture for Future Generations

Conclusion: Pubs have come a long way from their humble origins as alehouses. They have transformed into vibrant social hubs, cultural landmarks, and community cornerstones. While some traditions remain unchanged, others have evolved to cater to the tastes and needs of the modern world. As we raise a glass to the past, let’s also toast to the future of these beloved establishments, hoping they continue to play a significant role in our lives for generations to come.

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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Immortality and Nymphs Pt. II

(Philza x reader)

Kisses. God Phil missed your kisses against his skin most of all, you were always so warm and gentle. He couldn’t wait for you to be a constant in his life once again, he walked all three of you back to his home. Wilbur was eyeing you the entire time almost like he was trying to find the differences between himself and you, thinking, The boy looked much more like himself than he did you, but there were tiny similarities here and there. You didn’t seem to mind though when he asked you questions you answered them truthfully. Once they arrived back at his house Wilbur stood up a little straighter,

“As much as I’d like to stay and talk more, Fundy and I need to get going.” He trailed off a little looking at you, “I still have thousands of questions but I have a revolution to plan.” Wilbur continued as you raised a questioning eyebrow, Phil’s wings ruffled a little as he cleared his throat.

“You should come back next week with the others.” Phil gave a slight nod of his head, “I’ll send a crow to Techno.” Fundy was the one to whip his head and nod eagerly, Wilbur adjusted his glasses but eventually nodded.

“That should work.” Wilbur turned to face you taking a shaky breath, “I’ll see you then?” A tender smile spread across your lips as you reached out to cup Wilbur’s cheeks.

“I’m not going anywhere again baby boy,” You whispered as he flushed hesitantly leaning into your touch “I promise.” He pulled away, clearing his throat taking Fundy’s hand as he waved.

“Bye, grandpa! Bye, grandma!” The fox hybrid called and Phil watched as you flushed deeply. Phil wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, his wings spreading around your body like a cocoon. You giggled softly as he nuzzled his face into your neck, his beard prickled your skin, you missed the feeling.

“Fundy seems sweet,” You mused as the man behind you kissed the skin of your neck. Phil only hummed in agreement which caused you to laugh, “you’re so not paying attention to what I’m saying are you?”

“What?” You burst into laughter at his genuine confusion, “Come on now. I missed you, can you blame me? You’re distracting.” Phil let out a little huff as you pulled away to face him,

“Then show me how much you missed me my crow,” You purred running your fingers through his feathers, you felt his entire body shiver as his breathing hitched. His fingers dug into your hips,

“Careful. They’re sensitive and wouldn't want a pretty thing like you to get hurt.” Phil teased pressing his forehead against yours,

“Oh, I remember.” You winked teasingly as Phil leaned in to swallow your words with a blistering kiss. He felt you melt against his body as his wings fluffed up, both of you poured all your love and admiration for each other into one another. It was then Phil knew nothing changed between the two of you even after all these years apart, there was still the same amount of love and longing you always shared. Phil lifted you into the air and you hooked your legs around his waist, he felt young again, back in the forest by his old home. He felt you giggle against his lips and pull away to rest your forehead on his own, he chased your lips almost desperately. Your hand came up to cup his cheek and he closed his eyes to lean into his palm, “Take me inside first.” You murmured and his eyes lit up mischievously.

“If I remember correctly you never had a problem with making out in the woods before.” He watched your face turn beat red as he smirked proudly, he adored getting you flustered which way to Sunday.

“Yeah well, I’ve lived in the woods all my life. I think I’m ready to stay with my adoring lover in his house, is that really such a bad thing?”

“No. I’d never be opposed to something like that, not when I’ve missed you this much. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, living with you and raising Wilbur, being a family.” He watched you visibly wince and guilt ebbed at his heart, “Hey, hey you had to do what you needed to. I’d rather have you alive and here now than dead or worse.” Phil reassured and you seemed to relax a little bit in his arms,

“I wish I could’ve been here to raise Wilbur with you...I wish I could’ve seen him grow up.” Your voice wavered a little as Phil pulled you close, he hesitated slightly trying to find the right words to say.

“I wish you were there too. But you’re here now, you’re safe and that’s what matters. Plus…” His cheeks flushed a soft pink, “we could always try again.”

“Jesus Christ Phil,” you giggled covering your mouth with your hands and he looked embarrassed. “I just got home Crow, let's give it some time. But...I’m not opposed in the future.” Phil’s face lit up again and he nodded rapidly, he could agree with that, maybe once you built a better relationship with Wilbur and his other boys that’s when the both of you could try again.

Oh god, the other boys. When he invited them all here next week, he hoped they’d make a good impression if not Dadza was going to craft a belt.

“How long has it been since you’ve had an actual meal?”

“God decades!”

He chuckled deeply, kissing your cheek, and led you into his house to have a nice warm meal. Having you around definitely took some getting used to, his days suddenly shifted around as he accommodated for another person but he didn’t mind. Phil woke up happier than he'd felt in a long time, you were curled up against his chest, the top of your head was right under his chin. He ran a hand through your (h/c) hair, letting it run through his fingers, even though it’s been about a week he still felt like you weren’t really beside him.

Wait a week.

His eyes snapped open and he shot up like a rocket, feathers flying everywhere as you groaned, “Crow? Everything alright?” You asked adorably rubbing your eyes, his stress melted away momentarily as he watched you wake up. A few flowers bloomed in your hair as you came to your senses.

“Everythings fine! Just remembered it’s Sunday and the others don’t usually follow set times.” He pulled you from the bed giving you a quick good morning peck on the lips. “Get dressed, something nice I wanna show you off,” He kissed you again longer this time you giggled.

“To who? Our son and your friends?” He gave a happy little nod, as you rolled your eyes, he felt your fingers fix the hair on his face, Phil closed his eyes and leaned against your touch. “But I’ll do as you wish my Crow,” You stood up from the bed and stretched your arms above your head. Phil had managed to get some clothes for you from a nearby village, he still remembered your style, but tried to make it more modern so you didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. You slid on the new clothes, they hung off you loosely. They clearly needed some tailoring, and you slid on the boots he got you the day before, as much as you like walking around barefoot it was pretty impractical.

“Shall we?” Phil held his arm out to you, you wrapped your arm around his own as he led you outside. You both stood on a hillside covered in soft green grass and a big willow tree. Phil looked down at you, his big wings gently covering your back from any danger, he was sure not feeling the grass between your feet was a foreign feeling to you but you didn’t seem to mind. The smile on your face said it all, you were peaceful and relaxed, letting the breeze flow through your hair. “You’re beautiful,” your eyes snapped up to him your cheeks turning light pink,

“Oh stop it old man.” He made an indignant sound as you laughed, your hands reached up and dragged him down to your level, kissing him tenderly. Phil felt his eyes flutter closed and his wings drop, he was snapped back to reality by loud whistling. You pulled back and he pushed you behind him, wings puffing up defensively, standing on the side of the hill were Wilbur, Tommy, Technoblade, and Fundy. Tommy was the one whistling eyes sparkling mischievously, Wilbur whacked him on the back of the head to get him to shut up.

“Dad! Wil’s being mean to me!”

“Don’t be mean to Tommy Wil,” Phil pressed his fingers to his nose with a sigh “Wilbur don’t antagonize your brother.” Fundy was cackling at their mischief, your eyebrows shot up on your forehead and Phil cleared his throat, face pink. Technoblade just stared seemingly eyeing you suspiciously, “(Y/n) these are my other sons. Boys this is (Y/n) Wilbur’s birth mother.” It was Technoblade’s turn for his eyebrows to raise and Tommy’s jaw dropped to the floor,

“No shit.” Tommy gawked, “You don’t look like her at all Wilbur! You’re so ugly, must’ve gotten that from Phil. Sad.” You burst into hysterical laughter watching Phil glare over at Tommy. Wilbur was seething at his sibling but ignored him in favor of giving you a light hug,

“Good to see you, mom.” He whispered,

“Good to see you too.” Phil heard you respond and hug him back, Wilbur whispered something to you and you made a little surprised face before nodding. Phil assumed he told you that the other boys were not in fact his biological children, but those he had adopted. Fundy soon joined in the hug snuggling into your stomach, you ruffled the young fox’s head and he chirped happily. Tommy walked over to introduce himself to you next, he proclaimed to be not only Phil’s favorite son but Wilbur’s favorite brother too. Which lead him to then boldly declare he’d be your favorite as well and Wilbur sent him a scathing look, ah yes, Phil knew that look rather well. Wilbur inherited that look from you, nose all scrunched up and eyes sharp. You shook the young boy's hand and happily told him you couldn't wait to see him fall into the number one spot. Wilbur shot you an offended look and Phil covered up a laugh with his hand, the offending look was sent to his father next,

“Dad.”

“What?” Phil laughed holding up his hands, “If he wants to win your mother’s attention I’m not gonna stop him. Every man for themselves.”

“Phil,” You nudged him with his elbow “be nice.” Tommy began to boast about how awesome he was in comparison to his brother, you sent a wink to Wilbur’s, and his shoulders visibly relaxed.

You were his number one, anyone with a brain could see that.

Phil noticed Technoblade had his eye on you the entire time, it took him much longer than the others to gain trust. He decided to walk away from you to stand by the hybrid's side, “Hey mate.” Technoblade only grunted in response, arms crossed over his broad chest protectively, “What’s crawled up your butt eh?”

“You didn’t tell me ‘bout her.” He motioned in your direction with his chin, “you tell me everything. Why not her?” Technoblade was trying to remain stoic but after all these years he could tell he was hurt. Phil sighed softly scratching the stubble on his chin as he watched Fundy run around you trying to fight for your attention.

“It was hard for me to talk about, she didn’t leave on her own free will. Her life was in danger and I didn’t know if I’d ever see her again. It was a shock when she came back last week, a good shock but a shock nonetheless. (Y/n) was my everything, is my everything. I kept it from everyone because I hoped it would keep her alive and safe from those who wished to harm her.” Phil looked over at Techno, for once Phil’s eyes showed his true age, “I’m sorry mate you know I would’ve told you if I could. Doesn’t take much for me to start gushing ‘bout her. I mean look at her.” Phil glanced back over at you, Fundy was on your shoulders, his hat on your head, meanwhile, Wilbur was wrestling with Tommy on the ground. You looked over at him desperate for his help and Phil only smiled over at you and shook his head. Your eyes screamed distressed as you tried to get the boys to stop fighting, Phil felt Techno’s eyes on him and he looked back at his son and friend.

“I understand I suppose,” Technoblade sighed rubbing the back of his neck, “You wanted to protect her. I can’t be mad at you for that, but no more secrets alright? Promise me?”

“Promise. Now go say hi to her before she gets upset and thinks you don’t like her,” Phil nudged him forward and his eyes widened a little,

“Heh? Phil hold on-”

“(Y/n)! This is Techno.” Phil clapped the man on the back, you looked up at him with a kind smile.

“Pleasure to meet you Technoblade, I like your cape.” Phil watched the man flush in embarrassment at the compliment,

“Eh...thanks. Like your flowers.” He motioned to the flowers blooming in your hair, you beamed brightly at him, always happy to talk about your flowers.

“Thank you, sweetie!” His ears turned red and he waved you off anxiously, he moved to peel Tommy away from Wilbur, wanting to get out of this conversation. Fundy hopped off your shoulders to tackle his father and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, “wow. They’re…”

“A lot?”

“Yes.” You laughed fondly, “but…”

“I wouldn’t trade them for the world.” Phil nodded kissing you on the apple of your cheek,

“Good. You better not. They’re all my sons now. I hope you know that” You leaned against his chest, he laughed and you felt his chest rise and fall.

“I’d expect nothing less from you.”

Letters. That’s how most of you communicated in the years to follow, Wilbur would send letters and you would beam in delight. It melted Phil’s heart, he knew his son was busy with the revolution and the now Presidency but he wished he’d visit his mother. You would write him back almost immediately after receiving a letter, you’d seal the letter with a kiss before sending it off with one of Phil’s crows. Afterward, Phil would take you in his arms and pepper you in tender kisses, you would giggle and snuggle into his arms. He told you he loved you, and you cooed and told you loved him back, then you both would share a kiss. Phil loved those days the most, seeing you truly happy made his heart swell. There were days where Phil taught you how to fight, days where you would garden, and days where he let you groom his feathers. He loved that, grooming was another one of the things he missed the most, you got out all the tangled feathers just perfectly. He would lean back against your hands head falling on your shoulder as he panted, his pupils were blown wide as you hummed fondly.

So, maybe Phil enjoyed it a little more than he remembered.

It was a cold autumn day when the letters stopped coming, you were heartbroken, always anxiously petting and feeding his crows. They could sense your disappointment in waves, it was almost choking Phil himself, his heart ached to see you so sad. He pets your hair gently as you both sat on the hill with the willow tree, he noticed the bags under your eyes were dark, Phil’s frown only deepened.

“My love please smile for me, I’ve missed it so much these past few weeks.”

“Somethings wrong,” Your voice was soft looking up at Phil “He wouldn’t just stop writing to us. He always writes to us.” He hated the way your voice quivered, “what if he changed his mind about me?” Phil shushed you softly with a kiss,

“First of all, there’s no way he changed his mind about you. The way the both of you bonded these past few years, Wilbur wouldn’t throw that all away for no good reason.” He tried to reassure you, “Although, I will admit this is strange. Wilbur isn’t one to not write to me, it’s something he’s always done ever since he was old enough to spell.”

“Crow…” You whispered, “can we visit him? Just to put my mind at ease...please.” Phil’s heart melted as soon as he saw your puppy dog eyes, he nodded and you smiled.

Good. He was going to keep that there as long as he was physically able.

The next day, Phil scooped you up in his arms and you headed towards the direction of his son's new nation.

It was called L’Manburg if Phil remembered correctly.

What the both of you didn’t expect to see was a war zone, “Phil…” You murmured eyes wide in fear, he held you to his chest, your brow furrowed in worry. He swore he could see Tommy and Techno looking up at them from below, it didn’t ease the anxiety prickling at his skin, the sky suddenly went black with crows.

A bad omen, something bad was going to happen, and they knew it.

“Phil they’re distressed. Somethings wrong.”

“I know hon,” Phil looked around worriedly, he spotted a glance of Wilbur walking into some sort of room. He landed just outside the entrance, he put you on your feet, “Stay behind me.” He instructed you, you nodded your head clutching onto his bicep. The both of you stepped into the dimly lit room, there were scrawlings etched into the wall, all scratched in by Wilbur. Your brow furrowed in concern, fingers dancing across the lettering, “what’re you doing?” Phil spoke, his tone flat and serious, looking dead at your son, wings spreading out behind him.

“Wilby?” You asked softly as he slowly turned around, his big brown eyes were wet and wide.

“Mom…” He whispered, “I didn’t want…” Wilbur looked away from you and grit his teeth, “Welcome to L’manburg. Sorry, you have to see it like this, war-torn and broken. I wanted you to see it in its prime, a shame you didn’t visit sooner.”

“Wilbur, don’t do this,” Phil said watching his son look longingly at the button in the middle of the wall, almost with longing. “This is your country, it can be fixed. Things can be rebuilt, it’s where you raised your son,” Phil continued his entire body tense and nervous he was too aware of the sword on Wilbur’s hip. Phil reached out his hand as you walked towards Wilbur,

“Baby boy…” You whispered tenderly, vines slowly growing out of the cracks in the floor. “Don’t do this I only just got you back, please think about what you’re doing.” Wilbur’s brow furrowed watching you smile softly holding out your arm, “Everything will be alright I promise you. We can help you.” He let out a wet laugh running a hand through his brown curls, his pointed ears visible.

“It’s not the same nation anymore. There was a special place where people could go but it’s not there. It’s no longer the nation it once was Mom.”

“It is there. You've just- You've just won it back, Wil!” Phil spoke up in opposition to his son.

“MOM, Dad, I’m ALWAYS SO CLOSE to pressing this button, Phil! I've BEEN HERE like seven or eight times, I've been here seven or eight times...Phil, I've been here so many times…” All of you jumped a little at the sound of crackling fireworks outside, “They're fighting. They're fighting!” Phil and you glanced at one another, there was a beat of silence.

“And you want to just blow it all up, You fought so hard to get this land back... So hard.” You argued reaching out to cup his cheeks, he melted into your palms, snuggling into them like they were his last lifeline.

“I don't even know if it works anymore, Mom, I don't even know if the button works, I could, I could... press it.”

“Do you really wanna take that risk?” Phil laughed, “There is a lot of TNT potentially connected to that button.”

“Phil... There was a saying, Phil. By a traitor. Once part of L'Manburg. A traitor- I don't know if you've heard of Eret? He had a saying...It was never meant to be!” He tossed his hand back and slammed it against the button, you let out a devastating shriek pulling Wilbur into your arms to try and protect him from the blast. Phil felt pure adrenaline enter his bloodstream as he flew towards you and his son. His wings wrapped around the both of you and you whimpered, some of his feathers caught fire and he squeezed his loved one’s harder. Wilbur meanwhile let out a roaring cry “MY L'MANBURG, PHIL! MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY, FOREVER UNFINISHED! IF I CAN'T HAVE THIS, NO-ONE CAN, PHIL!”

“Oh, my god…” Phil spoke, his voice quivering with horror, Wilbur looked down at you, hurt and pride swam in his eyes,

“Are you proud of me mama?” He whispered softly as your thumb caressed his cheeks, Phil glanced down at you ignoring the pain in his wing, your eyes were wet but you were still smiling.

It didn’t reach your eyes.

“I’ll always be proud of you Wilbur. I’m your mother, and I love you, I’ll always love you.” He let out a little cry, you were so genuine with him, your love was smothering him. Wilbur looked up at his father and grabbed his wrist,

“Kill me, Phil. Phil, kill me, Phil kill me!” Wilbur broke away from his hold and tossed his sword Phil’s way. Phil caught it in his arms the lines in his forehead creasing with worry, “Phil, stab me with the sword, murder me now, kill me! Killza, Killza, do it! Kill me, Phil! Murder me! Look, they all want you to! Do it, Phil! Kill me! Phil, kill me!”

“I- You're my SON!”

“Wilbur NO! PHIL DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” You cried as Wilbur shoved you away from him, your growing distress caused vines to spill into the room, filling it with greenery, nature wanted to protect you.

“No matter what you- dude, no matter what you've done, I can't-” Phil’s voice cracked, his knuckles turning white against the hilt of the blade.

Wilbur slammed his fist against the wall, “Phil, it's- LOOK! LOOK! HOW MUCH WORK WENT INTO THIS, and it's GONE!” He grabbed Phil’s hand and shoved the point of the sword into his chest, “Do it. Do it.”

“PHIL!” You sobbed grabbing onto his other arm, eyes red and puffy, fat tears were running down your pink cheeks.

The man squeezed his eyes tightly, his throat closing up, he couldn’t look at you, he could feel the look of horror that was slowly spreading across your face.

“Phil. I’m begging you we can get him help, I can’t lose him. Not again, not when I’ve only just got him back.” You choked out, “he’s my baby. He’s our baby.” You were clinging to Phil desperately, your smile was gone, he failed you and he failed his own son.

“Do it, Dad.” Wilbur interrupted you, you let out a desperate cry and Wilbur shushed you softly, brushing away your tears. “It’s better this way,” Wilbur leaned down and kissed your forehead, “I love you and I forgive you.” He looked back at Phil and his disintegrating right-wing, guilt ate at him, “It’s time.”

Phil let out a deep breath, jaw tense and he felt you bury your head in his uninjured wing. He ran his sword through his son’s chest, Wilbur fell forward against the blade, he choked on the blood in his mouth, it flowed out of the corners and stained the front of his shirt. Phil felt you move to look but he covered your face with his wing once more, “Don’t look darlin’” He whispered as your sobs only increased, Wilbur slowly died in his arms with a smile on his face that would forever haunt Phil’s nightmares. He stroked Wilbur’s hair as he slowly faded out of existence, three lives completely snuffed out, Phil was part of giving him life and was the one to take his final one. Once Wilbur was gone you crumpled to the floor loud sobs echoing in the chamber, he fell beside you and wrapped you in his arms, you clutched his beanie to your chest.

“It’s alright. It’ll be okay.”

“Okay! Philza Minecraft how the FUCK is this gonna be okay!” You snarled in his arms but he only held you tighter, “Our son...our baby is dead.” You choked holding your hand to your mouth, the vines that had grown started dying feeding off your agony. “He’s gone…” You whimpered letting Phil caress your hair and plant kisses on the top of your head.

“We’ll get through this. I promise you.” He swore up to you cupping your cheeks within his hands, you sniffled a little and gave a small nod of your head. You were drained emotionally and physically, Phil’s heart ached in his chest.

“You’re hurt…”

“I’ll be alright,” He tried to stretch out his wings he flinched as pain shot up the right side of his body. Phil’s wing was charred to bits, you both knew the unspoken truth that he’d never fly like he once did, Wilbur wasn’t the only thing Phil would mourn.

“We need to set up a grave for him. Under the willow tree, I’ll plant yellow flowers. That way he can always be close to us so long as we live there,” You looked up at him eyebrows pinched so tight “Please.”

“You don’t need permission Darlin’.” He whispered to you resting his forehead against your own, “If that’s where you want it that’s where it’ll be.”

“Good.”

Phil slowly helped you to your feet, you weren’t injured, a few cuts and scrapes he took the majority of the damage from the explosion just like he had planned. He hissed as he tried to put pressure on his left ankle, “Fuck me. I’m too young to need a cane.”

“Eh,” You smiled weakly “Wouldn’t say that.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You giggled softly, your laughter significantly improved his mood, even if it was a minuscule adjustment. “We all can’t be as spry as you,”

“What can I say some of us have it and some of us don’t.” You smirked slightly hearing another loud explosion go off in the distance, “the Withers. Technoblade spawned them didn’t he?” Your eyebrows furrowed in thought and Phil gave a little nod,

“Most likely.”

“Our boys, they can’t do anything without explosions can they?” You shakily whispered and Phil couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh,

“Guess so,” He shrugged limply as you slipped Wilbur’s beanie on your head,

“What now?” You looked up at him through wet eyelashes, Phil caressed the back of your head,

“We go home, bury what’s left of Wilbur, and take a look at my wings to assess the damage.” Phil watched you nod numbly against him, “it’ll be a long walk back.” He groaned rubbing his eyes and you rubbed his back soothingly.

“Let me handle that,” You reassured and he raised an eyebrow the both of you moved to leave the structure neither one of you wanted to put up with anyone, you both had lost a son and wanted time to mourn. Plus, it seemed Tommy and Technoblade were busy fighting. Phil watched you with careful eyes allowing himself to lean against one of the trees that survived the explosion. You placed your fingers in your mouth and gently whistled, not only did a crow from a tree flutter by but a wandering horse as well, you really were an animal whisperer. The crow ruffled its feathers and cawed loudly at Phil, he shot the crow a look and flipped it off, meanwhile, you worked your magic taming the horse in a matter of moments. “Come here Crow,” You held as your hand and he fell into it, you helped him onto the horse and he shot you a look,

“I’m not riding on this horse with you walking on foot. Switch with me.” Phil tried to argue but you shushed him,

“You took an explosion to the back. Take a breather, relax, nature helps me heal anyway.” You hummed fondly as he slumped against the horse reluctantly, it took about an hour to get back home, Phil had lost all feeling in his wing and wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and go to sleep. As the looming willow tree came into view Phil heard you sniffle and clutch his son’s beanie on your head,

“(Y/n)?”

“I-I’m alright.” You cleared your throat shaking your head, “Let’s get you looked at before anything else, okay?” Phil too exhausted to argue only nodded limply, you helped him inside and set him down on a chair. “Spread your wings for me,” You commanded, helping him stretch out his wings. He cursed, only feeling pure agony shoot through his right side,

“Ow! Fuck me!”

“Sorry, sorry,” You whispered out tenderly rubbing the base of his left-wing. The mixture of pain and pleasure was foreign but not completely unwelcome. “Oh, Phil…” You trailed off hesitant to touch the damage that was inflicted, “I don’t...I don’t think-” You chewed the bottom of your lip, but Phil got the message, he wasn’t going to be able to fly as he once did, maybe ever again. His flight feathers were singed to hell, completely burned away, not to mention the patchiness of his other feathers. His shoulders slumped forward as he ran a hand down his face, he was exhausted, he felt the coolness on his wing as you spread some antibiotic on the injury. “I’m sorry,” You kissed the back of his neck and he shivered at the feeling. “We’ll bury what we have tomorrow, you need rest.”

“I’ll be fine-”

“Phil, I will force you into bed. Don’t fucking test me right now, I will force you if I have to.” You hissed out glaring daggers at him, he should be threatened but he just felt oddly aroused.

He decided to attribute that to how fucked up he felt today.

Phil allowed you to tuck him into bed as gentle as you were capable of doing, “I’m going to send out some letters. I’ll join you in a little bit.” He felt you remove his hat and run your fingers through his blonde hair, he leaned into your touch like a kitten. As soon as you shut the door, Phil was out like a light.

Phil found out the next day that you had sent a letter out to both Tommy and Technoblade, you wouldn’t specify what you sent but you seemed a bit more relaxed than you had the other day. You both didn’t get a chance to bury what was left of Wilbur until a week later, Phil’s healing process was slower than he could’ve imagined. Phil reluctantly had to use a cane to get around easily, his crows laughed at him but you were also so kind and careful.

You were an angel.

The two of you buried him under the willow tree on the hill where you’d met the other members of your odd family for the first time. Technoblade had shown up at your doorstep holding out a large box inside of it was a stone tombstone inscribed on the tombstone was Wilbur’s name and date of birth and death. It had surprised Phil that the hybrid even agreed to make this for you, but at the same time, he was Phil’s adoptive son and closest friend, he appreciated the gesture nonetheless. Phil had placed Wilbur’s coat and beanie into a box and placed it under the ground. You had kept your promise and had grown little yellow flowers around the site of the burial, and the two parents mourned the loss of their biological son. Technoblade stood close by a hand resting on Phil’s shoulder in hopes to soothe him at least a little bit, Phil would never admit it but he appreciated the gesture.

Little did the three of them know, a small smile spread across a young ghost’s face. He picked at the sleeves of his yellow sweater, maybe he could give both of them some blue sometime to help them heal.

He had a feeling they’d like that idea.

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I usually don't tag people in my stories but I figured a lot of people wanted a part two:

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steelbasilisk · 2 years

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[SilverV fic] Digital Revolution

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37434472/chapters/93420802

Because this game has completely eaten my brain, I wrote ENTIRELY too much. It started as a series of vignettes as I did my first playthrough, then became an entire STORY. Now it’s here for you to read!

Here’s a sample from the first chapter, where V and Johnny are snarking at each other:

V walked down the street, hands shoved deep in her pockets. She turned the corner, and there he was again.

Johnny motherfucking Silverhand.

She supposed that she should have been honored to meet one of Night City's legends. She'd heard the story - god, everyone had heard the story - about the terrorist rockerboy who had nuked Arasaka tower. She raised a glass to his memory with everyone else at The Afterlife on the anniversary of the event every year. It was just something you did, like leaving a shell casing at Blitzkrieg's tomb for luck or pouring one out for Bartmoss if you had a really tough system to crack. It was part of merc culture.

No one had mentioned that he was such an asshole.

Actually, now that V thought about it, people had mentioned that he was an asshole, but it hadn't mattered to her before. Now, it mattered very much. She had her own personal, never-ending private fan meetup with the legend in the flesh.

Her flesh, unfortunately. And she would have paid every eddie ever minted to get out of his company.

"How are you still here?" She said, exasperated. "I'm taking the pills regularly."

"I can't exactly go anywhere else, you dumb bitch." He said. "I'm inside your fucking head."

"So? You can stay inside my fucking head, nice and quiet, and leave me the fuck alone. Why the shit do you gotta keep showing up everywhere I go?"

"Because I can." He said, grinning. "Because it pisses you off "

"Fucking preem." She said. "It's not enough that you're, like, eating my brain, but now you gotta annoy me to death, too."

"Not like I have anything else going on " He said with a shrug. "Not like you have anything else going on, either. Your jobs have dried up after that shitshow at 'Saka Tower. Speaking of, aren't you supposed to be laying low?"

V sighed. "I'm not going to hide away in my apartment until I die. And I'm working on the job sitch. Gonna go meet with a new fixer, see if I can't scare something up. So I'm gonna need you to stay quiet and out of sight so I don't look like I'm talking to myself."

Already, she was aware of people giving her a wide berth on the sidewalk. Muttering to yourself kinda did that.

"You don't have to say shit out loud, you know." He said, falling into step beside her. "I can literally hear your thoughts."

"Don't." She said, whirling on him. "Don't remind me. And if you can, I dunno, block me out or some shit. Stick your fingers in your ears and hum, whatever it takes for you to not hear my thoughts. That shit is fucking creepy."

"Calm your tits. I can't hear everything. It's not like I'm in here sorting through all your dirty fantasies like a rack of BDs."

She shuddered at the thought. "So what do you hear?"

He frowned for a moment, thinking. "Anything really loud, like if you're really worked up about something. And anything you send my way. I could hear you cussing me out in the shower this morning."

"Look. I didn't trust you to stay the fuck out while I was naked."

"And I told you, I can't stay the fuck out. I am literally inside your head. Best I could do was like, close my ghost-eyes and try not to be aware of what you were doing. That gonna be good enough for you, yer highness?"

"Fucks sakes, I don't need this shit right now..." V said, raising her eyes skyward and sending a prayer up to whoever looked out for fuckups and down-on-their-luck mercs. "Listen. You gotta get out of here when I go in there, okay? I don't want to see your face until I'm done meeting with her. You need me to get this job just as much as I do. So fuck off."

He met her gaze, a twisted grin on his face. "Fine. But I'm gonna be in here, trying to find your filthiest memory the whole time."

His image winked out. V clenched her fists and wished he'd come back so she could throttle him.

"Silverhand! Don't you fucking dare! You just said you can't do that shit, right? You're just fucking with me. Please say you're fucking with me."

Across the street, a group of street kids stared at her like an animal in a zoo. She remembered being that age, and watching the mentally unstable rant and rave had been better than watching vids through an open window.

V ran a hand over her face and tried to compose herself before she stepped inside. She was a goddamn professional, damnit. Time to start acting like one.

#cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #fanfic #silverv #johnny silverhand #female v #cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction

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i-make-random-song-parodies · 3 years

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Historically accurate Hamilton

Hamilton faces a lot of criticism because of its historical inaccuracies, but people seem to forget that it isn’t supposed to be completely accurate. It’s historical fiction, and many details were tweaked to make the musical run more smoothly, make more sense, and generally be easier for an audience to follow. To emphasise my point, I rewrote some of Hamilton to show what it might have been like if it was completely historically accurate (or, parts of it. I’m not rewriting an entire musical).

NB: I am by no means a historical expert. The following is meant for comedy purposes only

For songs where multiple people sing, the speaker will be denoted by the following letters: B – Burr, H – Hamilton, L – Lafayette, J – John Laurens, M – Hercules Mulligan, T – Thomas Jefferson,

Use of the squiggles (~~~~~) means some of the song was skipped

I think that’s everything! Enjoy the musical!!!!!

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

Aaron Burr – Historically accurate

~~~~~

B: You punched the bursar?

A: Nope

~~~~~

Showtime! Showtime! Yo!

J: I’m John Lauren’s, in the place to be! It’d make sense for you to meet all three Of us together, but unfortunately It’s gonna be a while ‘til you finally meet me!

L: Oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette! And just like Laurens, I have not arrived yet I sing from afar and I say “bonsoir” To these strangers at the bar, they do not know moi

M: Brrrah brraaah! I am Hercules Mulligan Talking to myself, cos I don’t have a single friend Wait, I’m already friends with Alex Ham, And this introduction’s pointless, cos he knows who I am! No more people, we need a solution The two of us alone can’t start a revolution!

Well, if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton college! Aaron Burr! Give us a verse, drop some knowledge!

B: Good luck with that, you’re all on your own, Even Hamilton can’t start a revolution alone

M: Burr, the revolution's imminent. What do you stall for?

H: If you stand for nothing Burr, what’ll you fall for?

M: Who? Who are you?

H: ….. Hamilton? Your friend?

M: Oh. Right. Yea.

*awkward pause, then lights go down*

The Story of Tonight – Historically accurate

M: Raise a glass to the two of us

H: Why are there so few of us?

M: Not much is happening tonight

H: I need another drink tonight

M: They will forget about tonight

The Schuyler Siblings:

Angelica, Eliza, John, Philip, Rensselaer, Cornelia, Catherine, and Peggy The Schuyler siblings Angelica, Peggy, Eliza, John, Philip, Rensselaer, Cornelia, Catherine WORK!

The 25 Duel Commandments

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24

It’s the 25 duel commandments It’s the 25 duel commandments

Number 1:

Instead of giving a concise set of rules, To explain to the audience the basics about duels We’re gonna list every single commandment and derail The entire musical with unnecessary detail

Number 2:

Lee’s second wasn’t Aaron Burr it was his friend Major Evan Edwards, who you’re never gonna see again As Burr isn’t here, we miss some foreshadowing And Alexander’s death might not be as heart-shattering

Number 3:

Okay folks, this is taking too long We don’t have time for 25 commandments in one song By the time we finish you’ll have stopped paying attention So let’s just finish this, while there’s still some apprehension

Number 24: Look ‘em in the eye, aim no higher Summon all the courage you require Then count

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24

Number 25 paces fire!

Cabinet battle #1 – Historically Accurate

W: Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor

T: Life liberty and the pursuit of happiness We fought for these ideals we shouldn’t settle for less But I’m quiet and reserved, and not a fan of fighting So I’m just gonna give you my objections in writing

W: Thank you, Secretary Jefferson Secretary Hamilton, your response

H: Thomas, that was a real nice declaration You speaking up at all is a cause for celebration But obviously, there isn’t that much to discuss Seeing as you didn’t kick up much of a fuss My new financial system is a masterpiece Our debts will be sorted, our independence will increase Tell me if you have any suggestions or notes But I have high hopes that I can rely on your votes

W: Great. Meeting concluded.

Cabinet Battle #2 – Historically Accurate

W: The issue on the table, France is on the verge of war with England And do we provide aid and troops to our French allies Or do we stay out of it, remember My decision on this matter is not subject to congressional approval The only person you have to convince is me Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor, sir

T: I’d really like to help out France But I’m still too shy to make a whole song and dance

W: Thank you Secretary Jefferson. Secretary Hamilton, your response

H: Jefferson’s dumb, let’s not get involved I’m sorry but not every problem can be solved By recklessly running to join the fight We stay out of it. Thank you, and goodnight.

W: Hamilton’s right. Hamilton, draft a statement of neutrality

T: Did you forget Lafayette?

H: Nope

T: Ok then

Burn – Historically Accurate

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I’m erasing myself from the narrative Historians have no idea how Eliza reacted So neither will you Sorry, but for historical accuracy this song is through

The world was wide enough – Historically Accurate

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There are 25 things you need to know There are 25 things you need to know

Number 1:

This duel was a long time coming You’d have known that if we hadn’t skipped most of the foreshadowing

Number 2:

A bunch of secondary characters were there I’d list all their names but you probably don’t care

Number 3:

The election wasn’t the main reason for Our duel. Hamilton, the bastard, son of a whore Tried to undermine me in my gubernatorial race So I told him “if you have something to say, name a time and place”

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Number 24:

Look him in the eye aim no higher Summon all the courage you require Then count

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Number 25 paces fire!

He aims his pistol over my shoulder, and fires. I strike him right between the ribs

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BONUS SONG:

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story – Historically Accurate Summary

Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory You cannot write A good, historically accurate story

Lin Manuel Miranda I’ll give him this His Hamilton musical is a work of art I couldn’t correct it if I tried And I’ve tried

Lin Manuel Miranda He took your country from knowing nothing about Hamilton to knowing at least some stuff about him I’m happy to admit it He deserves all the credit he gets

A historically inaccurate but still incredible story

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Credit to where I got all my info:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhrVjfVmAow&t=518s

https://www.tampabay.com/life-culture/2020/07/03/politifact-fact-checking-hamilton-the-musical/

https://screenrant.com/hamilton-historical-inaccuracies-wrong-true-story/

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the-darklings · 4 years

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i raise you needy!v

well raised and highkey!canon

timeline: post-Prague, pre-Naples by a few months

The call comes just past midnight.

Most of the time—correction, all of the time—he would ignore such a call. If someone is stupid enough to try and reach him at this hour, that's their business and mistake to make. Why should he care for stupidity of others?

Especially when he has urgent reports to read and prepare for a meeting tomorrow. He is to attend this meeting on his father's behalf due to his...slipping health.

There is a change in the air, Santino can detect it and taste it. He knows Gianna is the same. She's pulling her own strings and making her own preparations.

Camorra is on a brink of a revolution once again and he and his sister are at the helm of it.

However, only one name could ever distract him from his family—only one and he lowers his wine glass for upon spotting it.

(Name)

Dropping his pen on the documents carelessly, Santino picks up the phone at the second ring.

"Cara mia," he greets with a slight twitch of his lips and leans back in his leather seat. "So lovely to hear from you."

He tries to imagine you—wherever the Russian might have sent you away—and wonders what horizon you are observing. Outside, the bay of Naples glows in the pale moonlight through the partially opened balcony doors.

Silence greets him.

"Bella?"

A rattling, shallow breath echoes in his ear and his slight smile crumbles as he sits up, pressing the phone closer.

"Where are you?" he demands softly. "Are you injured?"

"I'm...fine."

You don't sound fine.

You're not fine.

But you were. You've been doing well. No relapses, slow but steady progress since Chicago. Fewer nightmares, more genuine smiles. He barely checks in with Winston anymore, and the last time he did has been as awkward and as stilted as all the times before it but necessary.

She's doing well. There was the Casablanca incident but it was harmless. She's stronger now. I think she's finally starting to let it go.

You are.

Casablanca has been a small setback—more worry that it was worth because you were fine. When he tracked you down, you had clung to him, arms around his shoulder and soft pants against his neck.

He had chewed out the manager who sat through it all with gritted teeth and pinched expression—apparently your newest friend, and he couldn't help but wonder how you always win loyalty so damn easily in a world where none is given.

Still, he's Camorra heir and she was a newly appointed manager who did not need an enemy. A smart woman if not a highly unpleasant one.

You had needed him though.

Didn't allow anyone else to touch you or help you, and through the uncomfortable roll of something he didn't dare to acknowledge as worry in his chest, shone something close to...happiness.

He's been hated, cursed, scorned.

Never needed—not genuinely. Not without deals or favours or expectations. Not with a sleepy smile and crinkling of eyes as he helped you to bed.

A vast difference to what he witnessed in Chicago.

An emptiness still but softer this time. More bearable.

Now though—

"Water?" he guesses, tense. "Is it getting bad again, cara?"

"Yes."

Santino is not quite sure which question you're responding to but it doesn't matter.

"Where are you?" he urges, trying to keep his tone calm. Patience, as you always remind him with a judicious grin, is not his strong point. "Tell me where you and I'll send Ares with the jet, amore. She can pick you up and you can stay with me for a few days, hm? Or New York, whichever you prefer."

Somewhere safe. Somewhere where this won't be used against you.

He feels like punching something. He should call the old man now, warn him. Winston has...something with you that Santino doesn't quite understand. It's an odd bond but you trust the man and Winston has proven that he...cares.

"No. Can you..." you breathe and he steps from behind the desk, marching towards the balcony. He needs fresh air—your voice— "Could you...just...stay on the phone with me, Santi?"

Santi.

He hates the fact that even now you calling him that makes lightness bloom in his chest.

Fuck, fuck.

He has a mountain of work to get through but your voice—

Tiny and scratchy with pain. He doesn't hear tears and feels selfishly grateful for it because he can't imagine not tearing the world apart to find you if he did. See with his own eyes that you will be fine. It's only been three weeks since he's last seen you but it feels like an eternity now.

"Of course, amore," he reassures and steps into the warm Italian night air, running his hand through his hair. He swallows, listening to your unsteady, slow breaths through the line. "Are you counting?"

A pause. "Yes."

"Ah, that's my girl," it slips out before he can control it, and he rushes ahead before you can comment, "Keep doing that, bella. Would you like me to talk?"

Another breath, steadier this time. "Please."

He's imagined plenty of scenarios in which you may use that word with him but none of them involving this damned pain.

He fucking hates it.

"My birthday is in a few months," he says conversationally, forcing the loftiness into his words, but his fingers keep flexing against the railing. He stares out towards the sea and wonders where in this wide, wicked world you are. How long it may take to reach you. After Tokyo, every time something goes wrong, he's always intimately aware of the particular disadvantage that is you still being on Tarasov's chain. "I am planning a party. Would you care to come? As my honour guest, of course. Perhaps my plus one as well, yes?"

He wants it.

That dream of you beside him.

One day soon you will be free of Tarasov and after that—

Oh, after that. He has every intention of offering you a place in his family, beside him.

His father's reign is coming to an end and one day he will sit at the very top.

The Camorra crown will sit on his head and he will spill all the blood needed to get it.

And when he's Head you will be free.

Even if it means shredding Viggo Tarasov and his family to pieces. Slowly. For all he's done.

Blood for blood.

"I would like that."

He leans over the railing, his fingers rubbing against his temple.

"Good, amore. How are you? Do you need anything?"

Because he never knows what to expect or what he can do to help with this.

It's uncomfortable and pitiful to admit his lack of know-how when it comes to these matters. He doesn't understand your demons, not really. He tries but fails most of the time.

Caring is exhausting. But it's you.

A muffled rustling, and then he hears your voice clearer like you're speaking right into the receiver, "Would you stay with me?" you half-ask and half-plead and it's like a kick to the chest. One of your blade between his ribs. Sinking deeper, deeper, deeper— "On the phone till I fall asleep. Please, Santi."

Fuck.

You are so very, very dangerous.

Special. Dear.

"You don't need to ask, (Name)."

He's only returning the favour, he reasons, for back when you stayed with him on the phone as he rang you drunk and in need of company. He's never had someone before he could trust with grief.

He's only returning the favour, he forces himself to repeat.

Over and over.

Like that might change the fact that you could ask him anything with that subdued need in your voice and he would give you everything.

#santino d'antonio #santino d'antonio x reader #john wick #john wick drabble #john wick imagine #riccardo scamarcio #THIS IS MORE DUAL NEEDINESS but ayyyy also some hints about Sofia *cheers*#fic: children of ares #queue is the enemy of progress

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angelicgilbert · 9 months

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@retrograderesemblance (townsend)

melody fills the air, birds chirping softly as gentle winds rustle the canopies of trees and soldiers move about the estate. she does well to remain out of the way, reading or working on mending the tear in her blue dress. there were others who could do such a thing for her, yet she refused to allow anyone else's hands upon the garment for it had been the last dress her parents had gifted her and she had not grown so much since. today, however, she ventures into the sun thinking upon why her uncle had decided to subject her to such travel. he hadn't asked her aunt to accompany him-- though she rather believed such had to do with her care of little meggie. not that she did not see the opportunity such an excursion could present if only she held the means of communication for such a thing. she knew the names of a few supposed traitors (in her uncle's eyes) her uncle showed distaste for whenever she mentioned her hometown and he went into a tirade about those who had left and joined washington's cause and the families which had muddled the minds of her parents. that did not mean she held any reasonable means to know of their whereabouts or if they even continued to remain in their granted positions. she was only privy to what she had overheard and was vastly kept far away from the reaches of anyone who might show any sympathies toward patriots.

it was a dangerous game she sought to embark upon which called her own character into question, for should she remain loyal to an uncle who held such reverence for the side which had taken her parents or should her loyalty lay with those in the grave? it mattered not to the moment. her attention drawn within many places at once. a man walked up the path to her left, one she recalls her uncle informing her earlier that day was the son of the estate's owner and captain smallwood diverts his course upon spotting her to the far right. her features tighten in frustration, a hope in the back of her mind that her uncle was not seeing fit to place them into the same space as some recuperance for matthew's death. how vile and how positivity frustrating he failed to understand how brutish smallwood was. she makes her choice quickly, thinking upon the thought that if only a canon ball could find it's way toward tyler she might have a day's peace. it wouldn't even have to land upon him. she'd be content if it had merely rolled over him.

such thoughts are pushed away as her stride meets the man not far from her, townsend, she believed. a soft and bright smile offered. "mr townsend, how great it is to see you again!" the comment emits with enough projection she believes smallwood might hear, before she quiets her tone and peers at the confused man before her. "my uncle, general maxwell, spoke of you earlier, pointed you out." a pause as she moves to stand next to him as if they are friends and entirely too expectantly of him to fall in line with such plans. "perhaps it is not proper for me to say but the captain over there is a brute of a man. please do me the honor of pretending we are already acquainted so that i might avoid him just a little longer."

#retrograderesemblance #v; raise a glass to the revolution

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wiedzmacienia · 6 months

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SHIP EDITS ↣ KATARZYNA & BENJAMIN

We're standing face-to-face with our own human race. We commit the sins again and our sons and daughters pay. Our tainted history is playing on repeat. But we could change it if we stand up strong and take the lead. When I was younger, I was named a generation unafraid. For heirs to come, be brave. And meet me on the battlefield. Even on the darkest night, I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage. And you will be mine. Echos of the shots ring out, we may be the first to fall. Everything can stay the same or we could change it all.

↪KATARZYNA MAKOWSKI (@wiedzmacienia) and BENJAMIN TALLMADGE (@honorhearted)

#visage;#honorhearted #mygraphics;#time period; raise a glass to the revolution #v; main #ships; kat x ben #the compulsion to make an edit could not be stopped lol #but this song really has the vibes our the world backdrop and them and i love this song so had to make the edit

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legaciestold · 3 months

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@honorhearted from katarzyna for the ribbon meme (submit/ask box wouldn't let me format so figured i'd just make a post ^_^)

the witch can hear the soft scraping of a quill across parchment, birds in the distance, the trotting of footfalls outside the tent though she gives them little serious notice as she enters unseen, her shadows doing their work. a soft smile falls upon her lips as she sees benjamin busying himself with his paperwork. she's in her uniform, which had a tendency of holding up by style and the darkness of it hiding blood or dirt, and though there's no injuries in sight there is a small smear of dirt on her cheek that she'd failed to notice. it's not entirely unusual though she usually catches it before she's wandering about. she has a tendency of sparring with her officers be it with a sword, magic, or something in between. training was vital and had to be honed and nurtured.

regardless, she'd gathered the item that had been in her pocket moving toward him and purposefully drawing his attention toward her. "i know perhaps it strange.." she begins, letting the ribbon glide over her hands before reaching out and putting it around his neck loosely. she ties it gently as she chuckles, this not being it's intended purpose but amusing to her all the same. then she drops her hands away. "i do not intend for you to actually wear it outwardly or understand the in and outs of it. but this is a special ribbon." she reveals, letting her hands find his arms in familiarity.

"i'm going to implore you to carry it with you in some fashion, in your pocket or some such place." in a way it reminded her of times of old, the times she had been originally bore to, when knights would carry the favor of maidens. "a ribbon, i figured would be less conspicuous than other things i could have used. if you must you can play on medieval tales and say someone asked of you to possess it." there's a pause for a moment, her gaze meeting his.

"i infused spellwork into this ribbon. think of it as a good luck talisman when you go to battle or here, anywhere really." there's small characters written in ink on it too though not readily visible and only on one side, chinese casting she'd learned from longwei many years before. "it's not a true failsafe but it should help guide your path. and.. should something happen, hold it and think of me. it'll find it's way to me and i to you." funny how something as trivial as a ribbon could have such an important task. however it was not the item which was of importance but the magic which had been molded into it.

#honorhearted #muse; katarzyna makowski #v; the darkverse #time period raise a glass to the revolution #i wanted to be able to format it so i just made a post instead of an ask

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converso-multiverso · 3 years

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World's Yin-Yang

Diamonds are stones Money is paper Yet they're the bones Of the world maker. We're organic Like love, sometimes, But hey, don't panic! It's not the end of the times. Kafkaesque figures, constantly reborn And constantly dying, A complexion, a form Lying and crying. A trauma, a disease Doing its job with ease A vicious cicle, a slave Of feelings, impulse, Living in Plato's cave, Checking the pulse Trough alcool and coffee To pay a fee For being here without (our) permission It's always given by others, So here's a petition For idiots and mumblers. Here's their story, That they don't think about; Filled with tremendous fury, Paper, stones and political clout: We started off as corrupted cells, By a virus known to all; William Shakespeare now tells he was the second in UK to rise and stand tall. Protests all over the place, Peru and Thailand demanded a new constitution, George Floyd, a matter of race, Pablo Hasél, a matter of revolution. Dictatorships arising, Never-changing systems, it ain't surprising: They need an enemy for excusing its faults, Such as Belarusian frauds. Biden priming a renewed offensive, In Venezuela and Iraq - Long live The Dogs of war! Watching the disproportional use of force from afar, While they drink their glasses of milk, With their hands, resilient as silk, Blaming their mothers for being born, Enforcing a near-total abortion ban: another thorn Of the Poland rose is a rose is a rose - We shall repeat what they chose... Nassima all-Sada and we all lose, Loose ends, in an endless swirl of madness Translating into an hungarian anti-gay MEP attending an orgy, Into a malicious portuguese version of Ace Ventura, claiming his oligarchy; These things, louder than words, louder than their own voice. Between good and evil, there's a choice, And it is eating itself, worse than an animal: A bloody carnival Of masks, illegal stones and paper, and fancy rags, Raising their ultimate stained red and orange flags, China's baseless mass incarceration, Where's the innovation? India's largest general strike, playing exit music for a film; Brexit... Portugal's conscientious objection against sex education and citizenship, The ship is sinking, it is sinking, the ship! "I'm not a robot!" - Amazon workers proclaim In their orange vest While Bezos plays Saramago's Caim. The lambs poverty is the wolf conquest. Well, that was the evil, now here's the good: The Thermopolium of Regio V emerged as it should; Argentina and South Korea legalized abortion; Spain and Portugal approved euthanasia, what a fortune! Chile rewrites Pinochet-era constitution, And beyond good and evil, NASA landed on Mars. Eventually, on a near future, we'll get rid of SARS! New Zealand has already found the solution. Quoting Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass: "Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person."

And quoting Bertrand Russell "History should be taught as the history of the rise of civilization, and not as the history of this nation or that. It should be taught from the point of view of mankind as a whole and not with undue emphasis upon one's own country." - Iva Leão

#poetry #world #status quo #current events #existence #yin yang #duality #good and evil #bertrand russell #walt whitman #leaves of grass #song of myself

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backslashdelta · 3 years

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Glee Soundtrack Rating Project Results: love-that-we-were-in

@love-that-we-were-in

Favourite character: Sebastian Smythe

Least favourite character: Finn Hudson

Favourite season: Season 4

Least favourite season: Season 1

Mean song rating: 5.77

Mean song rating for favourite character's songs: 9.86

Mean song rating for favourite character's solos: 9.67

Mean song rating season 1: 3.96

Mean song rating season 2: 4.63

Mean song rating season 3: 6.39

Mean song rating season 4: 7.02

Mean song rating season 5: 6.81

Mean song rating season 6: 5.43

Songs rated: 698

[ID: A bar chart titled Number of songs assigned each rating by love-that-we-were-in, illustrating the number of times each score was assigned to a song by love-that-we-were-in. 10 was assigned 29 times, 9 was assigned 62 times, 8 was assigned 87 times, 7 was assigned 144 times, 6 was assigned 103 times, 5 was assigned 66 times, 4 was assigned 68 times, 3 was assigned 40 times, 2 was assigned 36 times, 1 was assigned 63 times, and 4 songs were not rated.]

About the Project | Results Masterpost

Ranking:

1. (10) - S2x12 - Silly Love Songs

2. (10) - S2x16 - Big Ass Heart

3. (10) - S2x18 - Somewhere Only We Know

4. (10) - S2x20 - Rolling in the Deep

5. (10) - S2x22 - My Cup

6. (10) - S3x05 - Uptown Girl

7. (10) - S3x11 - Bad

8. (10) - S3x11 - Smooth Criminal

9. (10) - S3x11 - I Want You Back

10. (10) - S3x14 - Cough Syrup

11. (10) - S3x14 - Glad You Came

12. (10) - S3x15 - Rio/Hungry Like the Wolf

13. (10) - S3x16 - Disco Inferno

14. (10) - S3x17 - It's Not Right But It's Okay

15. (10) - S3x17 - I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

16. (10) - S3x17 - So Emotional

17. (10) - S4x01 - New York State of Mind

18. (10) - S4x05 - Hopelessly Devoted to You

19. (10) - S4x05 - Blow Me (One Last Kiss)

20. (10) - S4x07 - My Dark Side

21. (10) - S4x08 - Whistle

22. (10) - S4x08 - Live While We're Young

23. (10) - S4x11 - Baby Got Back

24. (10) - S4x13 - Nutbush City Limits

25. (10) - S4x16 - Cold Hearted

26. (10) - S4x17 - Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now)

27. (10) - S5x12 - Toxic

28. (10) - S5x16 - Love Is a Battlefield

29. (10) - S6x11 - Listen to Your Heart

30. (9) - S1x14 - Highway to Hell

31. (9) - S1x21 - Another One Bites the Dust

32. (9) - S1x22 - Bohemian Rhapsody

33. (9) - S2x15 - Animal

34. (9) - S2x16 - Misery

35. (9) - S2x18 - I Feel Pretty/Unpretty

36. (9) - S2x20 - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You

37. (9) - S3x08 - Control

38. (9) - S3x08 - ABC

39. (9) - S3x11 - Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'

40. (9) - S3x11 - Human Nature

41. (9) - S3x14 - Stand

42. (9) - S3x15 - Fighter

43. (9) - S3x15 - Somebody That I Used to Know

44. (9) - S3x16 - You Should Be Dancing

45. (9) - S3x16 - If I Can't Have You

46. (9) - S3x16 - Night Fever

47. (9) - S3x17 - How Will I Know

48. (9) - S3x19 - Love You Like a Love Song

49. (9) - S3x20 - Because You Loved Me

50. (9) - S3x21 - Paradise By the Dashboard Light

51. (9) - S3x21 - It's All Coming Back to Me Now

52. (9) - S4x01 - It's Time

53. (9) - S4x01 - Chasing Pavements

54. (9) - S4x02 - Hold It Against Me

55. (9) - S4x03 - Everybody Wants to Rule the World

56. (9) - S4x03 - A Change Would Do You Good

57. (9) - S4x04 - Barely Breathing

58. (9) - S4x04 - Give Your Heart a Break

59. (9) - S4x04 - Mine

60. (9) - S4x06 - Beauty School Dropout

61. (9) - S4x06 - There Are Worse Things I Could Do

62. (9) - S4x07 - Some Nights

63. (9) - S4x08 - Home/Homeward Bound

64. (9) - S4x11 - Tell Him

65. (9) - S4x11 - Locked Out of Heaven

66. (9) - S4x13 - Don't Stop Me Now

67. (9) - S4x13 - Girl On Fire

68. (9) - S4x13 - Hung Up

69. (9) - S4x15 - Shout

70. (9) - S4x17 - Creep

71. (9) - S4x21 - Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours

72. (9) - S4x21 - Superstition

73. (9) - S5x01 - All You Need Is Love

74. (9) - S5x01 - Got to Get You Into My Life

75. (9) - S5x02 - Hey Jude

76. (9) - S5x02 - Revolution

77. (9) - S5x03 - If I Die Young

78. (9) - S5x06 - Piano Man

79. (9) - S5x07 - You're My Best Friend

80. (9) - S5x07 - Nasty/Rhythm Nation

81. (9) - S5x09 - I Believe in a Thing Called Love

82. (9) - S5x09 - Every Breath You Take

83. (9) - S5x10 - Barracuda

84. (9) - S5x10 - Gloria

85. (9) - S5x11 - More Than a Feeling

86. (9) - S5x12 - Valerie

87. (9) - S5x19 - Take Me Home Tonight

88. (9) - S5x20 - All of Me

89. (9) - S6x01 - Suddenly Seymour

90. (9) - S6x02 - Home

91. (9) - S6x03 - Hand in My Pocket/I Feel the Earth Move

92. (8) - S1x03 - Mercy

93. (8) - S1x11 - True Colors

94. (8) - S1x14 - Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love

95. (8) - S2x01 - Listen

96. (8) - S2x06 - Teenage Dream

97. (8) - S2x12 - When I Get You Alone

98. (8) - S2x13 - Take Me or Leave Me

99. (8) - S2x14 - Don't You Want Me

100. (8) - S2x18 - Born This Way

101. (8) - S3x01 - It's Not Unusual

102. (8) - S3x01 - Anything Goes/Anything You Can Do

103. (8) - S3x02 - Something's Coming

104. (8) - S3x04 - Last Friday Night

105. (8) - S3x06 - Rumour Has It/Someone Like You

106. (8) - S3x08 - Man in the Mirror

107. (8) - S3x08 - Buenos Aires

108. (8) - S3x08 - Survivor/I Will Survive

109. (8) - S3x08 - Red Solo Cup

110. (8) - S3x11 - Black or White

111. (8) - S3x11 - Never Can Say Goodbye

112. (8) - S3x13 - Love Shack

113. (8) - S3x13 - L-O-V-E

114. (8) - S3x14 - Fly/I Believe I Can Fly

115. (8) - S3x14 - Here's to Us

116. (8) - S3x14 - Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You)

117. (8) - S3x15 - I'm Still Standing

118. (8) - S3x18 - Not the Boy Next Door

119. (8) - S3x18 - Shake It Out

120. (8) - S3x19 - Big Girls Don't Cry

121. (8) - S3x21 - We Are the Champions

122. (8) - S3x21 - Edge of Glory

123. (8) - S4x01 - Americano/Dance Again

124. (8) - S4x02 - Boys/Boyfriend

125. (8) - S4x02 - 3

126. (8) - S4x02 - Womanizer

127. (8) - S4x03 - Celebrity Skin

128. (8) - S4x04 - Teenage Dream (Acoustic)

129. (8) - S4x04 - Don't Speak

130. (8) - S4x04 - The Scientist

131. (8) - S4x05 - Everybody Talks

132. (8) - S4x05 - Born to Hand Jive

133. (8) - S4x07 - Heroes

134. (8) - S4x07 - Holding Out for a Hero

135. (8) - S4x08 - Come See About Me

136. (8) - S4x11 - No Scrubs

137. (8) - S4x12 - This Is the New Year

138. (8) - S4x12 - Love Song

139. (8) - S4x13 - Diva

140. (8) - S4x14 - Anything Could Happen

141. (8) - S4x15 - Old Time Rock & Roll/Danger Zone

142. (8) - S4x16 - How to Be a Heartbreaker

143. (8) - S4x17 - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

144. (8) - S4x17 - Wannabe

145. (8) - S4x17 - My Prerogative

146. (8) - S4x17 - Mamma Mia

147. (8) - S4x17 - Copacabana

148. (8) - S4x20 - Longest Time

149. (8) - S5x01 - Help!

150. (8) - S5x01 - A Hard Day's Night

151. (8) - S5x02 - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

152. (8) - S5x03 - Seasons of Love

153. (8) - S5x04 - Marry the Night

154. (8) - S5x05 - If I Were a Boy

155. (8) - S5x06 - My Life

156. (8) - S5x06 - Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)

157. (8) - S5x08 - Here Comes Santa Claus (Down Santa Claus Lane)

158. (8) - S5x08 - Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

159. (8) - S5x09 - Don't Rain On My Parade

160. (8) - S5x09 - Brave

161. (8) - S5x10 - Jumpin' Jumpin'

162. (8) - S5x10 - Don't You (Forget About Me)

163. (8) - S5x11 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

164. (8) - S5x11 - Mr. Roboto/Counting Stars

165. (8) - S5x12 - Raise Your Glass

166. (8) - S5x13 - Don't Stop Believin' (Season Five)

167. (8) - S5x14 - You Make Me Feel So Young

168. (8) - S5x17 - Lovefool

169. (8) - S5x17 - Pumpin Blood

170. (8) - S5x19 - Werewolves of London

171. (8) - S5x19 - I Melt with You

172. (8) - S5x20 - Pompeii

173. (8) - S5x20 - Girls on Film

174. (8) - S6x01 - Sing

175. (8) - S6x02 - Mustang Sally

176. (8) - S6x05 - All Out of Love

177. (8) - S6x09 - I Want to Break Free

178. (8) - S6x11 - Take Me to Church

179. (7) - S1x01 - Respect

180. (7) - S1x01 - Rehab

181. (7) - S1x06 - It's My Life/Confessions Part II

182. (7) - S1x07 - You Keep Me Hanging On

183. (7) - S1x13 - And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

184. (7) - S1x13 - Don't Rain on My Parade

185. (7) - S1x14 - Hello

186. (7) - S1x15 - Like a Virgin

187. (7) - S1x17 - Total Eclipse of the Heart

188. (7) - S1x18 - Jessie's Girl

189. (7) - S1x18 - The Boy Is Mine

190. (7) - S1x20 - Bad Romance

191. (7) - S1x22 - Any Way You Want It/Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'

192. (7) - S2x04 - River Deep, Mountain High

193. (7) - S2x04 - Lucky

194. (7) - S2x04 - Sing!

195. (7) - S2x05 - Whatever Happened to Saturday Night?

196. (7) - S2x06 - Stop! In the Name of Love/Free Your Mind

197. (7) - S2x06 - Start Me Up/Livin' on a Prayer

198. (7) - S2x08 - Marry You

199. (7) - S2x09 - Dog Days Are Over

200. (7) - S2x09 - (I've Had) The Time of My Life

201. (7) - S2x09 - Valerie

202. (7) - S2x11 - Thriller/Heads Will Roll

203. (7) - S2x11 - Bills, Bills, Bills

204. (7) - S2x12 - P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)

205. (7) - S2x12 - Fat Bottomed Girls

206. (7) - S2x14 - Blame It (On the Alcohol)

207. (7) - S2x14 - Tik Tok

208. (7) - S2x15 - Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah)

209. (7) - S2x16 - Raise Your Glass

210. (7) - S2x16 - Blackbird

211. (7) - S2x16 - Hell to the No

212. (7) - S2x18 - I've Gotta Be Me

213. (7) - S2x20 - Dancing Queen

214. (7) - S2x21 - Try a Little Tenderness

215. (7) - S2x21 - Back to Black

216. (7) - S2x22 - I Love New York/New York, New York

217. (7) - S2x22 - For Good

218. (7) - S3x01 - Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead

219. (7) - S3x01 - You Can't Stop the Beat

220. (7) - S3x01 - We Got the Beat

221. (7) - S3x03 - Spotlight

222. (7) - S3x03 - Cool

223. (7) - S3x03 - It's All Over

224. (7) - S3x05 - America

225. (7) - S3x05 - A Boy Like That/I Have a Love

226. (7) - S3x06 - Hit Me with Your Best Shot/One Way or Another

227. (7) - S3x06 - You and I/You and I

228. (7) - S3x07 - I Kissed a Girl

229. (7) - S3x08 - We Are Young

230. (7) - S3x09 - Christmas Wrapping

231. (7) - S3x09 - Do They Know It's Christmas?

232. (7) - S3x10 - Summer Nights

233. (7) - S3x13 - Stereo Hearts

234. (7) - S3x15 - Up Up Up

235. (7) - S3x16 - More Than a Woman

236. (7) - S3x16 - Stayin' Alive

237. (7) - S3x16 - How Deep Is Your Love

238. (7) - S3x16 - Boogie Shoes

239. (7) - S3x17 - Saving All My Love For You

240. (7) - S3x18 - Cell Block Tango

241. (7) - S3x19 - Dinosaur

242. (7) - S3x19 - Take My Breath Away

243. (7) - S3x20 - Mean

244. (7) - S3x20 - I Won't Give Up

245. (7) - S3x20 - Flashdance...What a Feeling

246. (7) - S3x21 - Tongue Tied

247. (7) - S3x21 - Starships

248. (7) - S3x21 - Pinball Wizard

249. (7) - S3x22 - You Get What You Give

250. (7) - S3x22 - In My Life

251. (7) - S3x22 - Glory Days

252. (7) - S4x01 - Call Me Maybe

253. (7) - S4x01 - Never Say Never

254. (7) - S4x02 - Gimme More

255. (7) - S4x02 - Everytime

256. (7) - S4x02 - Crazy/U Drive Me Crazy

257. (7) - S4x02 - Oops!...I Did It Again

258. (7) - S4x05 - Juke Box Hero

259. (7) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise)

260. (7) - S4x06 - Greased Lightning

261. (7) - S4x06 - You're the One That I Want

262. (7) - S4x09 - All That Jazz

263. (7) - S4x11 - I Don't Know How to Love Him

264. (7) - S4x12 - Centerfold/Hot in Herre

265. (7) - S4x13 - Make No Mistake (She's Mine)

266. (7) - S4x14 - Just Can't Get Enough

267. (7) - S4x14 - We've Got Tonite

268. (7) - S4x15 - Footloose

269. (7) - S4x15 - Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend/Material Girl

270. (7) - S4x18 - Say

271. (7) - S4x18 - More Than Words

272. (7) - S4x19 - Outcast

273. (7) - S4x19 - Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel)

274. (7) - S4x19 - Next to Me

275. (7) - S4x21 - For Once in My Life

276. (7) - S4x21 - Uptight (Everything's Alright)

277. (7) - S4x21 - You Are the Sunshine of My Life

278. (7) - S4x21 - Higher Ground

279. (7) - S5x01 - Drive My Car

280. (7) - S5x01 - I Saw Her Standing There

281. (7) - S5x02 - Here Comes the Sun

282. (7) - S5x02 - Get Back

283. (7) - S5x03 - No Surrender

284. (7) - S5x03 - Make You Feel My Love

285. (7) - S5x04 - Wide Awake

286. (7) - S5x04 - Applause

287. (7) - S5x06 - Honesty

288. (7) - S5x06 - Just the Way You Are

289. (7) - S5x06 - You May Be Right

290. (7) - S5x06 - An Innocent Man

291. (7) - S5x07 - Into the Groove

292. (7) - S5x08 - The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)

293. (7) - S5x09 - My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)

294. (7) - S5x09 - Breakaway

295. (7) - S5x10 - The Happening

296. (7) - S5x11 - America

297. (7) - S5x12 - Happy

298. (7) - S5x12 - Keep Holding On

299. (7) - S5x13 - Loser Like Me

300. (7) - S5x13 - Just Give Me a Reason

301. (7) - S5x13 - Be Okay

302. (7) - S5x14 - Best Day of My Life

303. (7) - S5x14 - Downtown

304. (7) - S5x15 - Broadway Baby

305. (7) - S5x16 - Let's Wait Awhile

306. (7) - S5x18 - Story of My Life

307. (7) - S6x02 - Tightrope

308. (7) - S6x02 - Take On Me

309. (7) - S6x03 - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow/Head Over Feet

310. (7) - S6x04 - Thousand Miles

311. (7) - S6x05 - It Must Have Been Love

312. (7) - S6x05 - Father Figure

313. (7) - S6x06 - Wishin' And Hoping

314. (7) - S6x06 - Promises, Promises

315. (7) - S6x10 - Rather Be

316. (7) - S6x10 - Rise

317. (7) - S6x11 - We Built This City

318. (7) - S6x11 - Chandelier

319. (7) - S6x11 - Come Sail Away

320. (7) - S6x12 - Popular

321. (7) - S6x13 - Daydream Believer

322. (7) - S6x13 - I Lived

323. (6) - S1x02 - I Say a Little Prayer

324. (6) - S1x05 - Maybe This Time

325. (6) - S1x07 - Keep Holding On

326. (6) - S1x11 - Imagine

327. (6) - S1x13 - You Can't Always Get What You Want

328. (6) - S1x13 - My Life Would Suck Without You

329. (6) - S1x14 - Hello, I Love You

330. (6) - S1x14 - Gives You Hell

331. (6) - S1x17 - Run Joey Run

332. (6) - S1x18 - Rose's Turn

333. (6) - S1x18 - Pink Houses

334. (6) - S1x18 - Lady Is a Tramp

335. (6) - S1x19 - I Dreamed a Dream

336. (6) - S2x01 - Telephone

337. (6) - S2x01 - Billionaire

338. (6) - S2x02 - I'm a Slave 4 U

339. (6) - S2x02 - Me Against the Music

340. (6) - S2x02 - Toxic

341. (6) - S2x02 - Baby One More Time

342. (6) - S2x03 - I Want to Hold Your Hand

343. (6) - S2x05 - Touch a Touch a Touch a Touch Me

344. (6) - S2x05 - Time Warp

345. (6) - S2x06 - One Love (People Get Ready)

346. (6) - S2x08 - Just the Way You Are

347. (6) - S2x09 - Hey, Soul Sister

348. (6) - S2x10 - Baby, It's Cold Outside

349. (6) - S2x11 - She's Not There

350. (6) - S2x16 - Trouty Mouth

351. (6) - S2x17 - All By Myself

352. (6) - S2x20 - Isn't She Lovely

353. (6) - S2x21 - Pure Imagination

354. (6) - S3x04 - Bein' Green

355. (6) - S3x06 - I Can't Go for That/You Make My Dreams Come True

356. (6) - S3x07 - Perfect

357. (6) - S3x09 - All I Want for Christmas Is You

358. (6) - S3x09 - Santa Claus Is Coming to Town

359. (6) - S3x09 - Extraordinary Merry Christmas

360. (6) - S3x10 - We Found Love

361. (6) - S3x11 - I Just Can't Stop Loving You

362. (6) - S3x12 - Sexy and I Know It

363. (6) - S3x12 - La Isla Bonita

364. (6) - S3x13 - I Will Always Love You

365. (6) - S3x13 - Cherish/Cherish

366. (6) - S3x17 - My Love Is Your Love

367. (6) - S3x19 - What Makes You Beautiful

368. (6) - S3x22 - Roots Before Branches

369. (6) - S3x22 - Forever Young

370. (6) - S4x03 - The Way You Look Tonight/You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile

371. (6) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

372. (6) - S4x07 - Superman

373. (6) - S4x08 - Let's Have a Kiki/Turkey Lurkey Time

374. (6) - S4x09 - Something Stupid

375. (6) - S4x09 - Don't Dream It's Over

376. (6) - S4x10 - Feliz Navidad

377. (6) - S4x10 - Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah

378. (6) - S4x10 - Jingle Bell Rock

379. (6) - S4x12 - Let Me Love You (Until You Learn to Love Yourself)

380. (6) - S4x12 - A Thousand Years

381. (6) - S4x12 - Torn

382. (6) - S4x14 - Getting Married Today

383. (6) - S4x16 - I Still Believe/Super Bass

384. (6) - S4x16 - The Bitch Is Back/Dress You Up

385. (6) - S4x16 - Bye Bye Bye/I Want It That Way

386. (6) - S4x18 - Your Song

387. (6) - S4x19 - You Have More Friends Than You Know

388. (6) - S4x20 - We Will Rock You

389. (6) - S4x20 - At the Ballet

390. (6) - S4x22 - Hall of Fame

391. (6) - S4x22 - I Love It

392. (6) - S4x22 - All or Nothing

393. (6) - S5x01 - You've Got to Hide Your Love Away

394. (6) - S5x01 - Yesterday

395. (6) - S5x02 - Let It Be

396. (6) - S5x02 - Something

397. (6) - S5x03 - Fire and Rain

398. (6) - S5x04 - Roar

399. (6) - S5x05 - Wrecking Ball

400. (6) - S5x08 - Mary's Little Boy Child

401. (6) - S5x08 - Love Child

402. (6) - S5x10 - Hold On

403. (6) - S5x11 - I Love LA

404. (6) - S5x12 - Defying Gravity

405. (6) - S5x13 - Party All the Time

406. (6) - S5x13 - I Am Changing

407. (6) - S5x14 - Rockstar

408. (6) - S5x16 - I Want to Know What Love Is

409. (6) - S5x17 - I'm the Greatest Star

410. (6) - S5x17 - NYC

411. (6) - S5x18 - Doo Wop (That Thing)

412. (6) - S5x19 - Lucky Star

413. (6) - S5x20 - American Boy

414. (6) - S5x20 - Shakin' My Head

415. (6) - S6x02 - Problem

416. (6) - S6x05 - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)

417. (6) - S6x06 - They Long to Be Close to You

418. (6) - S6x07 - You Give Love a Bad Name

419. (6) - S6x07 - Time After Time

420. (6) - S6x08 - I'm So Excited

421. (6) - S6x09 - Break Free

422. (6) - S6x09 - Cool Kids

423. (6) - S6x11 - Mickey

424. (6) - S6x12 - Pony

425. (6) - S6x12 - I Kissed a Girl

426. (5) - S1x01 - Sit Down You're Rockin the Boat

427. (5) - S1x01 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot)

428. (5) - S1x04 - Tonight

429. (5) - S1x05 - Somebody to Love

430. (5) - S1x06 - Halo/Walking On Sunshine

431. (5) - S1x08 - Sweet Caroline

432. (5) - S1x09 - Dancing With Myself

433. (5) - S1x09 - Proud Mary

434. (5) - S1x12 - Smile (Lily Allen)

435. (5) - S1x15 - Like a Prayer

436. (5) - S1x15 - Borderline/Open Your Heart

437. (5) - S1x19 - Dream a Little Dream

438. (5) - S1x19 - Dream On

439. (5) - S1x20 - Poker Face

440. (5) - S1x21 - It's a Man's Man's Man's World

441. (5) - S1x22 - Don't Stop Believing (Regionals)

442. (5) - S1x22 - Faithfully

443. (5) - S2x01 - Empire State of Mind

444. (5) - S2x02 - Stronger

445. (5) - S2x04 - Don't Go Breaking My Heart

446. (5) - S2x05 - Sweet Transvestite

447. (5) - S2x05 - Science Fiction Double Feature

448. (5) - S2x07 - Forget You

449. (5) - S2x07 - Singing In the Rain/Umbrella

450. (5) - S2x08 - Sway

451. (5) - S2x10 - Last Christmas

452. (5) - S2x12 - My Funny Valentine

453. (5) - S2x13 - Somebody to Love

454. (5) - S2x13 - Sing

455. (5) - S2x15 - Landslide

456. (5) - S2x18 - As If We Never Said Goodbye

457. (5) - S2x19 - Go Your Own Way

458. (5) - S3x03 - Run the World (Girls)

459. (5) - S3x10 - Moves Like Jagger/Jumpin' Jack Flash

460. (5) - S3x10 - Wedding Bell Blues (Bill)

461. (5) - S3x10 - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

462. (5) - S3x11 - Scream

463. (5) - S3x11 - Ben

464. (5) - S3x13 - Let Me Love You

465. (5) - S4x08 - Gangnam Style

466. (5) - S4x14 - You're All I Need to Get By

467. (5) - S4x19 - Fight for Your Right (to Party)

468. (5) - S4x20 - Everybody Hurts

469. (5) - S4x22 - Clarity

470. (5) - S4x22 - Wings

471. (5) - S4x22 - To Love You More

472. (5) - S5x05 - Blurred Lines

473. (5) - S5x05 - On Our Way

474. (5) - S5x05 - You Are Woman, I Am Man

475. (5) - S5x07 - The Fox

476. (5) - S5x07 - Cheek to Cheek

477. (5) - S5x08 - O Christmas Tree

478. (5) - S5x15 - You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman

479. (5) - S5x15 - Colorblind

480. (5) - S5x16 - Addicted to Love

481. (5) - S5x18 - Piece of My Heart

482. (5) - S5x18 - Wake Me Up

483. (5) - S5x18 - The Rose

484. (5) - S5x19 - Memory

485. (5) - S6x01 - Dance the Night Away

486. (5) - S6x03 - You Learn/You've Got a Friend

487. (5) - S6x03 - So Far Away

488. (5) - S6x04 - Rock Lobster

489. (5) - S6x05 - My Sharona

490. (5) - S6x06 - What the World Needs Now

491. (5) - S6x07 - Somebody Loves You

492. (4) - S1x01 - On My Own

493. (4) - S1x01 - I Kissed a Girl

494. (4) - S1x01 - Leaving On a Jet Plane

495. (4) - S1x08 - I Could Have Danced All Night

496. (4) - S1x10 - I'll Stand By You

497. (4) - S1x10 - Endless Love

498. (4) - S1x11 - Hair/Crazy In Love

499. (4) - S1x11 - Papa Don't Preach

500. (4) - S1x12 - Smile (Charlie Chaplin)

501. (4) - S1x15 - Express Yourself

502. (4) - S1x21 - Give Up the Funk

503. (4) - S1x22 - To Sir, With Love

504. (4) - S2x03 - Losing My Religion

505. (4) - S2x05 - There's a Light (Over at the Frankenstein Place)

506. (4) - S2x05 - Damn It, Janet

507. (4) - S2x07 - Make 'Em Laugh

508. (4) - S2x11 - Need You Now

509. (4) - S2x12 - Firework

510. (4) - S2x14 - My Headband

511. (4) - S2x15 - Afternoon Delight

512. (4) - S2x17 - I Follow Rivers

513. (4) - S3x04 - Candyman

514. (4) - S3x05 - Tonight

515. (4) - S3x05 - One Hand, One Heart

516. (4) - S3x07 - I'm the Only One

517. (4) - S3x07 - Constant Craving

518. (4) - S3x09 - Let It Snow

519. (4) - S3x10 - Without You

520. (4) - S3x18 - The Rain in Spain

521. (4) - S3x22 - I'll Remember

522. (4) - S4x09 - Being Good Isn't Good Enough

523. (4) - S4x09 - O Holy Night

524. (4) - S4x10 - White Christmas

525. (4) - S4x10 - The First Noel

526. (4) - S4x10 - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

527. (4) - S4x11 - I Only Have Eyes for You

528. (4) - S4x15 - Come What May

529. (4) - S4x15 - You're All the World to Me

530. (4) - S4x15 - Unchained Melody

531. (4) - S4x15 - In Your Eyes

532. (4) - S4x16 - Closer

533. (4) - S4x20 - You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'

534. (4) - S4x20 - Little Girls

535. (4) - S4x21 - I Wish

536. (4) - S4x22 - Rainbow Connection

537. (4) - S5x08 - Away in a Manger

538. (4) - S5x09 - Whenever I Call You Friend

539. (4) - S5x10 - Danny's Song

540. (4) - S5x11 - Vacation

541. (4) - S5x14 - Don't Sleep in the Subway

542. (4) - S5x14 - People

543. (4) - S5x15 - Not While I'm Around

544. (4) - S5x15 - I'm Still Here

545. (4) - S5x15 - No One Is Alone

546. (4) - S5x20 - No Time At All

547. (4) - S5x20 - Glitter in the Air

548. (4) - S6x01 - Let It Go

549. (4) - S6x04 - Whip It

550. (4) - S6x04 - Bitch

551. (4) - S6x06 - Alfie

552. (4) - S6x07 - I Know Where I've Been

553. (4) - S6x08 - Hey Ya!

554. (4) - S6x08 - Our Day Will Come

555. (4) - S6x08 - At Last

556. (4) - S6x09 - Friday I'm in Love

557. (4) - S6x10 - The Final Countdown

558. (4) - S6x13 - This Time

559. (4) - S6x13 - The Winner Takes It All

560. (3) - S1x01 - You're the One That I Want (ver. 1)

561. (3) - S1x03 - Bust Your Windows

562. (3) - S1x08 - Bust A Move

563. (3) - S1x09 - Defying Gravity

564. (3) - S1x10 - Lean On Me

565. (3) - S1x10 - Don't Stand So Close to Me/Young Girl

566. (3) - S1x11 - Don't Make Me Over

567. (3) - S1x14 - Hello, Goodbye

568. (3) - S1x15 - 4 Minutes

569. (3) - S1x20 - Funny Girl

570. (3) - S1x22 - Over the Rainbow

571. (3) - S2x03 - Only the Good Die Young

572. (3) - S2x04 - Le Jazz Hot

573. (3) - S2x04 - Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy

574. (3) - S2x13 - Baby

575. (3) - S2x14 - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

576. (3) - S2x15 - Kiss

577. (3) - S2x16 - Only Child

578. (3) - S2x16 - Get It Right

579. (3) - S2x16 - Loser Like Me

580. (3) - S2x20 - Friday

581. (3) - S2x22 - Bella Notte

582. (3) - S3x01 - Big Spender

583. (3) - S3x03 - Out Here On My Own

584. (3) - S3x06 - Hot for Teacher

585. (3) - S3x12 - Don't Wanna Lose You

586. (3) - S3x12 - Bamboleo/Hero

587. (3) - S3x17 - I Have Nothing

588. (3) - S4x09 - Being Alive

589. (3) - S4x13 - Bring Him Home

590. (3) - S5x17 - Who Are You Now

591. (3) - S6x01 - Uninvited

592. (3) - S6x02 - Viva Voce

593. (3) - S6x06 - Arthur's Theme

594. (3) - S6x06 - Baby It's You

595. (3) - S6x07 - All About That Bass

596. (3) - S6x09 - Uptown Funk

597. (3) - S6x10 - Far From Over

598. (3) - S6x12 - I'm His Child

599. (3) - S6x13 - Teach Your Children

600. (2) - S1x01 - Mr. Cellophane

601. (2) - S1x02 - Gold Digger

602. (2) - S1x07 - Hate On Me

603. (2) - S1x10 - (You're Having My Baby)

604. (2) - S1x12 - Jump

605. (2) - S1x15 - Vogue

606. (2) - S1x17 - Physical

607. (2) - S1x19 - Safety Dance

608. (2) - S1x20 - Beth

609. (2) - S2x02 - The Only Exception

610. (2) - S2x03 - I Look to You

611. (2) - S2x03 - Bridge Over Troubled Water

612. (2) - S2x03 - Papa, Can You Hear Me?

613. (2) - S2x04 - With You I'm Born Again

614. (2) - S2x05 - Planet, Schmanet, Janet

615. (2) - S2x10 - The Most Wonderful Day of the Year

616. (2) - S2x13 - I Know What Boys Like

617. (2) - S2x19 - Songbird

618. (2) - S2x20 - Jar of Hearts

619. (2) - S2x21 - My Man

620. (2) - S2x22 - Light Up the World

621. (2) - S2x22 - Pretending

622. (2) - S3x02 - Somewhere

623. (2) - S3x03 - Fix You

624. (2) - S3x09 - River

625. (2) - S3x09 - My Favorite Things

626. (2) - S3x09 - Blue Christmas

627. (2) - S3x13 - You're the Top

628. (2) - S3x13 - Chapel of Love

629. (2) - S3x18 - The Music of the Night

630. (2) - S3x18 - School's Out

631. (2) - S6x06 - I'll Never Fall in Love Again

632. (2) - S6x09 - Lose My Breath

633. (2) - S6x10 - The Trolley Song

634. (2) - S6x12 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot/2009)

635. (2) - S6x13 - Someday We'll Be Together

636. (1) - S1x01 - Can't Fight This Feeling

637. (1) - S1x02 - Push It

638. (1) - S1x02 - Take a Bow

639. (1) - S1x03 - I Wanna Sex You Up

640. (1) - S1x04 - Taking Chances

641. (1) - S1x05 - Last Name

642. (1) - S1x05 - Alone

643. (1) - S1x05 - Cabaret

644. (1) - S1x07 - Ride Wit Me

645. (1) - S1x07 - No Air

646. (1) - S1x08 - Thong Song

647. (1) - S1x08 - What A Girl Wants

648. (1) - S1x10 - Crush

649. (1) - S1x11 - Bootylicious

650. (1) - S1x15 - What It Feels Like for a Girl

651. (1) - S1x15 - Burning Up

652. (1) - S1x16 - Home

653. (1) - S1x16 - One Less Bell to Answer/A House Is Not a Home

654. (1) - S1x16 - Fire

655. (1) - S1x16 - A House Is Not a Home

656. (1) - S1x16 - Beautiful

657. (1) - S1x17 - U Can't Touch This

658. (1) - S1x17 - Ice Ice Baby

659. (1) - S1x18 - One

660. (1) - S1x20 - Shout It Out Loud

661. (1) - S1x21 - Loser

662. (1) - S1x21 - Good Vibrations

663. (1) - S1x21 - Tell Me Something Good

664. (1) - S2x01 - What I Did for Love

665. (1) - S2x01 - Every Rose Has Its Thorn

666. (1) - S2x01 - Getting to Know You

667. (1) - S2x03 - One of Us

668. (1) - S2x07 - Nowadays/Hot Honey rag

669. (1) - S2x07 - Conjunction Junction

670. (1) - S2x08 - Ohio

671. (1) - S2x09 - The Living Years

672. (1) - S2x09 - Don't Cry for Me Argentina

673. (1) - S2x10 - You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

674. (1) - S2x10 - We Need a Little Christmas

675. (1) - S2x10 - Welcome Christmas

676. (1) - S2x10 - Merry Christmas, Darling

677. (1) - S2x13 - This Little Light of Mine

678. (1) - S2x16 - Jesus Is My Friend

679. (1) - S2x16 - Candles

680. (1) - S2x17 - Turning Tables

681. (1) - S2x17 - Ain't No Way

682. (1) - S2x19 - Dreams

683. (1) - S2x19 - Never Going Back Again

684. (1) - S2x19 - I Don't Want to Know

685. (1) - S2x19 - Don't Stop

686. (1) - S2x19 - Nice to Meet You, Have I Slept with You?

687. (1) - S2x21 - Some People

688. (1) - S2x22 - Yeah!

689. (1) - S2x22 - As Long as You're There

690. (1) - S2x22 - Still Got Tonight

691. (1) - S3x02 - I'm the Greatest Star

692. (1) - S3x04 - Waiting for a Girl Like You

693. (1) - S3x04 - Take Care of Yourself

694. (1) - S3x07 - Jolene

695. (1) - S3x07 - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

696. (1) - S3x12 - A Little Less Conversation

697. (1) - S3x13 - Home

698. (1) - S4x01 - Sister Christian

699. (NA) - S3x18 - Cry

700. (NA) - S5x03 - I'll Stand By You

701. (NA) - S6x03 - It's Too Late

702. (NA) - S6x07 - Same Love

#love-that-we-were-in #glee #glee stats #glee soundtrack rating project #glee soundtrack rating project results

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Rain Against A Window

Pairing: Eventual Fitz Vacker/Dex Dizznee, Eventual Biana Vacker/Sophie Foster

Wordcount: 1,746

Summary: Dex continues, “have you heard the rumors? About the prince and princess?”

“You mean the princess whose name is so similar to mine I visibly react whenever anyone mentions her? Yeah, I’ve heard of her.”

“They’re saying-” and here Dex’s voice drops to a whisper- “that Fitzroy and Bianca are alive.”

Other notes: Here’s the first chapter of the Anastasia AU! I’m a little nervous about starting a multichap, so please bear with me!

Read it on ao3 or under the cut!

St Petersburg, Russia. October 12, 1917.

Della rushes through the palace hallways, holding tight to the hands of her two smallest children. Fitzroy stumbles, and she pulls him to his feet.

“Come on, sweetheart,” she says. “We need to keep going.”

She doesn’t know where Alden and Alvar are. As soon as the shouts of “assassin” had been heard, she had taken Fitzroy and Bianca and run. She hopes that her husband and her eldest son are all right.

They turn into a hallway, and Della can see the doorway that will lead them outside at the end. She breathes a sigh of relief- they’re almost there. They’re going to make it.

Gently, she pushes Bianca and Fitzroy forward towards the door, spinning around when she hears footsteps behind them. Della’s sags when she sees Alvar standing there.

“Al, thank goodness,” she says. “Come on, we need to leave.”

“You’re right,” Alvar says coldly. “You do.”

Della blinks. “Alvar?”

Slowly, her son reaches behind himself and points a gun at her. Della freezes. “Alvar,” she pleads, “Don’t do this. You’re better than this.”

Alvar snorts. “Funny. I wasn’t aware you thought of me as ‘better’ than anything.”

“Alvar-” Della starts, shooing her other children towards the exit behind her back. Alvar growls.

“Even now, they’re more important than me.”

“They’re not,” Della says. “But it’s me you’re frustrated with. Don’t take it out on them.”

“I’m not frustrated,” Alvar responds coolly, gun never shifting in his hand. “I’m simply tired of this facade.” He steps closer.

“You’ll see. Or, you won’t, really. But as you go blind, know that this is what’s best for Russia.”

He pulls the trigger.

-/-

St Petersburg, Russia. February 23, 1927.

“Comrades!”

A crowd surrounds a wooden platform, the man atop it spreading his arms wide. “The revolution hears you. Each and every one of you. Together, we will forge a new Russia that will be the envy of all the world!” The crowd erupts into tears, and he gives the people below a wide smile.

This is Alvar, the ex-Vacker prince who took out his mother and siblings in a single night. Everyone in Russia- or, at least, in the general area around Petersburg- knows him. Some love him, some hate him, but all are agreed on one thing: you don’t mess with Alvar. Those who do tend to disappear.

A brown-haired girl lurks on the edge of the onlookers, frown deepening with each word Alvar says. When he begins to wrap up his speech, she sighs and ducks into an alleyway.

This is Biana Dizznee, fifteen year old scam artist and oddly good singer. She’s technically an orphan, but she’ll refute any claim towards that- this is my family, she’ll say, gesturing towards the Dizznees, not some people who didn’t even care enough to keep me. She disapproves of the current government, not that she’d ever be loud about it; she likes being alive very much, thank you.

Biana moves along the dirty streets to a small market, loud with the sound of voices. She walks over to a boy with strawberry-blond hair, tapping him on the shoulder. He turns around, leaning against the fruit stall they’re standing in front of.

“Hey, Bi. What’s going on?”

Biana shrugs, picking up an apple and inspecting it for spots. She doesn’t know why she even bothers anymore, honestly- any and all fruit that’s being sold down here is sure to be half-rotted already. “Not much. Alvar’s on another of his tangents. Apparently Petersburg is now called ‘Leningrad.’”

Dex snorts. “Good luck with that.”

This is Dex Dizznee, Biana’s adopted brother. People say he can fix everything; and, while almost true, fixing things is nowhere near his most useful talent. No, that would be his ability to forge papers, hotwire machines, pick locks. If Biana’s the face of their little group, the one who talks their way out, Dex is the one who gets things done.

“Right?” Biana agrees, giving up on her apple. “He’s tried stuff like this before, too. It won’t work- Petersburg will always be Petersburg, no matter how many new names they give it. The tsar’s influence is too strong for that.”

“Speaking of the tsar,” Dex says casually. Biana recognizes the twinkle in his heads and jerks her head covertly to the left. They move out of the market, out of earshot of anyone incriminating. Biana raises an eyebrow and Dex continues, “have you heard the rumors? About the prince and princess?”

“You mean the princess whose name is so similar to mine I visibly react whenever anyone mentions her? Yeah, I’ve heard of her.”

“They’re saying-” and here Dex’s voice drops to a whisper- “that Fitzroy and Bianca are alive.”

Biana scoffs. “That’s impossible. Alvar killed them- he boasts about it once a week.”

Dex shrugs. “Maybe so. All I know is that the Ruewens, over in Paris, are offering a huge reward if someone brings them the lost Vackers.”

A slow smile creeps over Biana’s face. “And if someone was to, say, bring them the lost Vackers, or people who seemed like the lost Vackers…”

“That someone would get a reward.” Dex finishes. “A reward so huge we could pay off all of Mom’s medical bills right now.”

“Then let’s do it,” Biana says. “It can’t be too hard, right? I could play Bianca, you could be Fitz-” she trails off, thinking. “No, that won’t work. I look pretty close to a Vacker, teal eyes and all that, but you’re not even the right skin tone.”

“But you know who is?” Dex responds. “That streetsweeper everyone keeps thinking is your brother.”

Biana gasps. “You’re right. That’s brilliant.”

“All we need to do is get him on board.”

-/-

A light mist settles over the city as a teal-eyed boy sweeps a broom across the sidewalks, shivering as the cold sets into his clothes. Passer-bys push him this way and that, barely sparing him a glance.

This is Fitz. He doesn’t know quite who he is, or why he’s in Russia, but he doesn’t need to. Sweep the streets, he’s told, and sweep the streets he does. It’s a simple, mind-numbing job, but Fitz doesn’t care- if his mind is numb, it distracts from the numerous blank spots in his memory.

He’s just finished, leaning his broom against the wall inside a small hat shop, when a truck in the street backfires, emitting a loud bang. Unbidden, Fitz flinches.

Loud noises startle him. The nurses at the hospital believe that it’s a side effect of getting shot in the head, that every shot-like sound will trigger him, but Fitz thinks it’s more than that.

Loud noises these days, after all, never mean anything good.

The truck on the road moves on, a small paper-wrapped package falling out of the back. Curiously, Fitz picks it up and peeks inside.

It’s an ornate box, initialed with a gold-inlaid V that even Fitz, with his limited memory, knows- the sign of the royal family. He moves to tilt the lid open, but footsteps behind him make him hurriedly rewrap the box and turn around.

“Hello,” a girl with eyes the same shade as Fitz’s says. “We’d like to talk.” She loops her arm through his and Fitz’s eyes go wide. He pushes away, trying to back up. A boy with red hair, standing a few feet behind the girl, sighs.

“Bi, that’s probably not the best way to do this. You sound like you’re kidnapping him.”

Bi makes a considering noise and nods. “You’re right. Sorry,” she says to Fitz. “Just to clarify, ‘We want to talk’ wasn’t a way of saying ‘we want to kidnap you’- we actually do just want to talk.”

Fitz narrows his eyes at them, gesturing towards the hat shop in front of them. They huddle under the awning, and Fitz raises an eyebrow.

“Talk,” he says. Bi turns to her friend.

“Uh, okay,” she starts. “First of all, I’m Biana, and this is Dex. And we.. well. You’ve heard of the Vackers, right?”

Five minutes later, Fitz leans against the glass of the shop window, staring at them. “You’re going to impersonate the prince and princess and go to Paris to get money,” he says, “and you want me to help?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Dex agrees. “We’ll give you a third of the profits, though. What do you say?”

Fitz should say no. He should say no, and walk away, and tell the government. That’s what a loyal citizen would do, and Fitz has worked hard to be a loyal citizen.

But something in the back of his mind says Paris, and something in the back of his mind says you need to get out of here, and something in the back of his mind says aren’t you tired of being a streetsweeper, and Fitz finds he can’t say no.

“I’ll do it.”

-/-

The rumor mill in Russia flows as steadily as the Neva river, always staying its course. It can be diverted, of course, and it is- sometimes to Germany, sometimes to Belarus, sometimes to France.

Now, rumors flow to Paris, where a blond girl walks the streets, greeting people who she knows. She smiles and chuckles and seems, for all the world, like a people person.

She is not.

This is Sophie Ruewen, previously Foster. She’s the adopted daughter of Grady and Edaline Ruewen, ex-count and countess of Russia. Sophie’s never actually been to Russia- her parents left before things got too bad. She’s heard the stories, though, and keeps an ear out for any rumors.

Rumors are flying around Paris today, though, and Sophie carefully commits them to memory.

The Vacker siblings, it seems, are back.

-/-

And back in Russia, Alvar sits in his office, door closed and scowling. People are saying Fitzroy and Bianca are alive, which is impossible. Alvar killed them himself.

Still, every rumor in St Petersburg has a hint of truth.

Carefully, Alvar slides a drawer in his desk open and takes out his gun.

Better safe than sorry, after all.

-/-

This is Alvar, Biana, Dex, Fitz, and Sophie.

They don’t all know each other, not yet. They’re scattered, each with their own hopes and dreams and fears. Some of them are luckier than others. But all have a role to play in the drama of the Vackers.

This is Sophie, Fitz, Dex, Biana, and Alvar.

And with them, on a cold February day, we set our scene.

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