hit and run radio

Lucaya oneshot inspired by a Maya Hart quote:
“I watch the light move during the day. And you know what happens at 5:30?
You turn gold.”


Summer after sophomore year, also know as Maya Hart’s favorite few months of her life.

Lucas invited his friends, and Maya, who is definitely more than a friend, to stay in Texas for two weeks. Maya has to admit, to Lucas’s rejoice, that the country life isn’t the worst thing when you’re with a bunch of foolish teenagers during summer.

Dancing under the moonlight to the staticky top hits playing from the radio, interlaced fingers while running down the streets in shorts and old flip flops.

Driving down the streets in Lucas’s old chevy that he got from pappy joe, her fingertips surfing on the warm summer air as they drive by. Looking at the trees rush by, golden sunlight peeking through the emerald leaves. Looking over for just a moment to exchange smiles with the boy of her dreams.

Tonight, the escapade is Riley dragging the gang on an evening hike to catch the last few hours before sunset, and Maya getting a scratch on her ankle, along with tired feet to the point that Lucas insists on giving her a piggyback ride.

“How much further Riley? I’m getting tired.” Zay asks an enthusiastic Riley, Smackle’s head falling onto Zay’s chest. Riley isn’t worn out at all, her long brown locks blowing behind her as her red high-top converse pull her up the trail.

“Not much longer. Come on guys, where’s the pep in your step?” She says, turning around briefly and swinging Farkle’s hand as its interlaced with hers.

“I have so much pep, Riles. I’m like, not even tired.” Maya smiles, resting her chin on Lucas’s broad shoulder.

“Yeah, I wonder why.” Lucas laughs, giving Maya a boost, making her giggle as she tightens her grip around Lucas’s chest.

“We’re so close. I promise.” Riley says, everyone continuing to walk.

The six come out onto a clearing suddenly, the trees parting and showing a beautiful view of the enchantingly orange sun as it gets closer to the horizon.

Riley takes off her small backpack and lays down a blanket, sitting down beside Farkle as he puts an arm around her.

“See guys? Worth it.” Riley smiles, Maya hopping down from Lucas’s back.

“Thanks for the ride, huckleberry. But hey, you know what they say, sometimes you are the cowboy, but sometimes you have to be the horse when your girlfriend is too lazy to walk.” Maya nods, the two of them sitting on a picnic table nearby.

“I’m not sure that anyone says that, but I feel like that’s a good thing for me to live by as long as you’re around.” Lucas laughs, putting an arm around Maya and pulling her closer to him as she giggles.

She looks into the sun, the evening light subtle enough that the usual blinding glare only gives her eyes a slight sting.

“What time is it?” She asks, trying to remember this time of day to use in her paintings.

“5:32.” Lucas replies after looking at his watch.

Maya looks at Lucas for a moment, admiring how the orange light illuminates his handsome features. How the Texas sunset brings this warmth into his eyes, the same warmth that Maya sees whenever their eyes meet.

Lucas is perfect, he’s her everything and anything she could ever need. She would never admit it, even though Lucas does every day, but he means the world to her. She feels her stomach twist into a knot, seeing her heart sitting beside her. Her heart as his green eyes stand out strikingly against the orange light. Her heart as a subtle smile lights up his countenance.

Lucas seems to notice her staring, and looks back down at her.

His smile grows before he plants a soft kiss on Maya’s lips, the warmth that Maya finds in his expression spreading through her whole body, making her feel like she took a taste of the sunset.

“What’re you looking at, Hart?” Lucas says quietly, beaming down at the small blonde.

“All of this.. this evening, the sun, the light.. your eyes. Your everything.” Maya says in almost a whisper, Lucas smiling and planting a kiss on Maya’s forehead.

“You’re perfect, Maya. I feel like I don’t tell you that enough, but you’re just.. you’re perfect. Sounds cheesy as hell, but I’m just insanely into you, and I really hope you feel the same way. Because I’ve felt this way since seventh grade, and it’s only gotten stronger.” Lucas says slightly bashfully, Maya smiling inside and out.

“Of course I feel the same. I’ll do you one better.. I kinda love you, huckleberry.” Maya beams.

“Well I kinda love you more than just kinda.” Lucas laughs, Maya jokingly rolling her eyes before Lucas kisses her again, this time more deeply and with more passion.

When they break apart, Maya nuzzles her head into Lucas’s chest, him rubbing her arm.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, Lucas occasionally kissing Maya’s head or rubbing her arm again.

Maya finds herself falling into her own personal heaven, the orange light glowing beautifully, giving her ideas for paintings in which she’ll capture this feeling. This feeling of safety, warmth, friendship, of love. This feeling of love for someone who reciprocates the emotion, someone who she can trust and will always be there for her.

“What’re you thinking?” Lucas says quietly, breaking the perfect silence.

Maya stares into the sun again, the subtle sting in her eyes filling her with a simple thrill.

“I watch the light move during the day. I have since I was trying to paint in seventh grade, and you know what happens at 5:30? You turn gold. Everything does, but it was always just my surroundings that turned gold. The sidewalks, the trees, the railings on my mother’s stoop. But now it’s you. You’re golden, Lucas friar, at 5:30, and no matter what time of day. Every time I’m with you. That’s all I can describe the feeling as.. it’s golden.”


keep cutting them off

a mix of swingy, atmospheric, and badass songs for agent peggy carter

“Cut off one head, two more shall grow in its place.”
“Then I guess we’ll keep cutting them off.”

1940 (Amplive Remix) – The Submarines // Walk – Kyla La Grange // The Swing of Justice – Gramatik // Shoot Him Down (Parov Stelar Club Version) – Alice Francis // Pirates – Caravan Palace // Hit and Run – LOLO // The Mojo Radio Gang (Club Version) – Parov Stelar // Addicted – Waldeck // Dramophone – Caravan Palace // That Man – Caro Emerald // Memories – Waldeck // Que Sera – Wax Tailor

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the quote is from one of peggy’s flashback appearances in agents of shield


On this day in music history: August 6, 1977 - “Strawberry Letter 23” by The Brothers Johnson hits #1 on the Billboard R&B singles chart for 1 week, also peaking at #5 on the Hot 100 on September 24, 1977. Written by Shuggie Otis, it is the second chart topping single for the R&B/Funk duo from Los Angeles, CA. Musician Shuggie Otis (son of bandleader Johnny Otis) is inspired to write the song by his girlfriend who had sent him numerous letters scented with Strawberry perfume. After the couple exchange 22 letters between them, he writes the song as the 23rd letter to her. The song originally appears on Otis’ 1971 album “Freedom Flight”, which George Johnson hears after receiving a copy from one of Otis’ cousins whom he is dating at the time. The brothers cover the song when working on their second album with producer Quincy Jones. George and Louis record the track accompanied by Harvey Mason (drums), Ian Underwood and Dave Grusin(keyboards), Ralph MacDonald (percussion) and Lee Ritenour (guitar), who play the songs guitar solo. Released as the first single from “Right On Time” in June of 1977, it becomes an immediate hit on R&B radio, quickly becoming a pop crossover smash. Running an even five minutes on the album, it is trimmed down to 3:39 for the commercially released 45. That edit later appears on the brothers’ greatest hits album “Blast!” in 1982, and CD compilations “The Best Of The Brothers Johnson” and “Classic”. A&M Records also releases an extended 12" version of “Strawberry Letter 23” (along with the long version of “Get The Funk Out Ma Face” on the B-side), pressed on clear “strawberry red” vinyl and packaged in a custom 12" jacket. Over the years, the song has been featured in a number of films and television programs. Director Quentin Tarantino features “Strawberry Letter 23” in his films “Pulp Fiction” and “Jackie Brown”, and it is also heard in episodes of “Nip/Tuck” and “Six Feet Under”.  It is has also been sampled numerous times, by DJ Quik, St. Lunatics, and Das EFX. Singer Tevin Campbell records a cover version for his 1991 debut album “T.E.V.I.N., produced by Quincy Jones, the original producer of The Brothers Johnson’s hit rendition. "Strawberry Letter 23” is certified Gold in the US by the RIAA.

anonymous asked:

Ok I know this is very random and off topic to your other conversations but how come no one has mentioned niall casually talking about Michelle Obama saying that she always comes up to him and gives him kisses and hugs when they used to tour in Washington D.C. and go to the golf course there?? Like?? THE OBAMAS!!

LMAO I KNOW I SAW THAT TOO!! and he just posted about Obama in his insta story, what a fuckin darling, lol. I think niall might be a lot more politically aware than he’s made public yet, but if he decided to let some of that leak into his music sometimes (also a la bruce) that would be…so sick

Surprise Mission

For the Anon who requested 144 (Is there a special reason you’re wearing my shirt?) with Steve

You never should have let Natasha pack your bag. She’s known about your crush on Steve for a long time. It’s sort of a problem because she likes to remind you at the worst times, like now. When she’s not even here. You pull out a few different shirts that are all either too tight, too short or too skimpy. You eye Steve’s bag and see a black t-shirt hanging over the side. You glance at the door. Then snag his shirt out of the bag and pull it on over your head. Wiggling out of your stealth suit you sigh softly in relief. While it’s uncomfortable sometimes it does keep you safe. You hang your suit in the closet as Steve wanders into the room in a pair of sweatpants and shirt.
“Hey. Sorry we had to do this mission so suddenly.”
“What happened with Clint and Tasha?”
“Fury called them for another mission.” He turns and looks at you. “Is that my shirt?”
“Uh, yea. I let Tasha pack my bag and she sort of packed, lingerie for me to sleep in. So I sort of borrowed this from you. I hope that’s okay.”
“Yea. That’s okay.” He pauses and looks over at you puzzled. “Why would she pack you lingerie?”
“Because it’s Tasha.” You laugh softly and roll your eyes.
“She never does this kind of thing.” He seems bothered by it.
“I wouldn’t worry about it.” You say shrugging. “Thanks for the shirt.”
“No problem.” The two of you sit in silence, for what feels like hours. You scan through the internet chat rooms that your hit men have been using as he runs through the radio frequencies. God how do Nat and Clint do this everyday? You drop your head back onto the chair with a soft groan.
“Bored?” Steve chuckles.
“Just a little bit.” You say looking over at him, “How do Natasha and Clint do this?”
“No clue.” Steve grins.
“It probably helps that they get to make out in between the boring stuff.” You mutter not expecting Steve to hear you.
“We could give it a try.”
“Come on.” He says standing, “Don’t act like you don’t have feelings for me.” He says moving the computer and pulling you to your feet. He presses his lips to yours and you see fireworks, or you feel like you should. You run your fingers through his hair and he pulls you tightly to him. You really like the way that your body is molded to his.
“Oh yes. This is so much more fun.” He murmurs before kissing you again. You laugh softly.
“Yea, this is much better.”