After months of deliberating, I finally came to finalize my decision for these character theme songs! Now quick disclaimer, the characters are multidimensional to the point where you can make an entire playlist for each character, but for now I’m just focusing on songs that capture the spirit of the character in one go. I’m even going to leave an explaination to why I picked a certain song. If you like it, cool. If you disagree, that’s fine too. When I heard these songs this one character just came to mind:
I really wanted to do this before she got her actual theme song on “Starsong.” I wanted something really empowering with a female vocalist, but for some reason, Star always reminds me of 90s pop music. I don’t mean the boy bands and girl idols. I mean the novelty bands and one hit wonders. I remembered that P!nk (Pink) was an artist I heard when I was a kid. I originally picked “So What” but I didn’t want it to sound like Star was still hung up on Tom (Spoiler Alert: she isn’t). Plus with lyrics like “Just like magic,” and “No one can be like me anyway,” it was a bullseye.
This was really hard for some reason. I tried looking at it from every angle. Should I pick a song that focused on his insecurities, his Mexican heritage, his karate? Instead I picked a song that focused on how he loves his friend. Marco is kinda a dork, kinda a badass, kinda cool and kinda lame, so I found a genre of music that some people find kinda cool and kinda lame: pop punk. Plus, it gives that SoCal vibe (even if the band is from Texas).
Star still reminds me of 90s music. I have no idea why. I think the lyrics really catch how Star fell for Marco for basically being the best friend she ever had. There’s a comic by Area that, I think, really captures how Star developed a crush on Marco basically off-screen.
If I could sum up starco (platonic or romantic) it would be, “We always have each other’s back.” This song says that, but is obviously more romantic. So if starco became romantic, I think it would carry this spirit.
That’s all I have for now. This is a weird hobby of mine so if you want me to pick a theme song for another character or show, just drop me an ask and if I can I’ll give it a shot. Thanks for reading.
Because you see, Daniel Miller founded Mute Records solely for the purpose of releasing this synthpunk take on the psychosexual weirdness of J.G. Ballard’s novel Crash. And so Miller transformed into The Normal, released T.V.O.D./Warm Leatherette on 7" vinyl in 1978 and then transformed back into Daniel Miller, label boss for such stellar acts as Nick Cave, Depeche Mode, Moby, Liars and Goldfrapp.
This proto-industrial piece of symphorophilia has since been covered by the likes of Grace Jones and Trent Reznor, emphasizing it’s importance in contemporary music history. It doesn’t make it any less weird, though.
(This prompt is from thisisthestuffthatilike, and comes in at a whopping 1k: “new human!Cas discovering that he’s attracted to men and then like blatantly bringing it up with the boys and Sammy is all tactful and scientific and Dean probably chokes on whatever he’s eating or drinking.” This isn’t…quite that. But it’s kinda/sorta close. Features ABSURDLY OBLIVIOUS AND JEALOUS!DEAN for your pleasure. This references S10 but presumes human!Cas? IDK, just handwave.)
Tucked in a rundown bar about a half hour outside of Lebanon, Cas accepts the beer that Dean offers and says, before Dean has even had a chance to reclaim his seat, “I believe I’m attracted to men.”
Sam coughs mid-swallow but nods in a way that could only be construed as encouraging. He visibly struggles to keep his expression neutral, even smiles a little. Dean, however, spews beer all over the table.
“Cas, you don’t just say shit like that,” he grumbles, and quickly looks around them, to see if anyone heard. Thankfully, no heads have turned in their direction.
Cas scowls at him, cups his hands around his beer, and asks with irritation, “Why not?”
“It’s just…it’s not the sort of thing you say when you’re out with the guys.”
“Would you mind if I talked about women?” he snaps, and for reasons Dean doesn’t want to contemplate, Sam looks smug. He locks his eyes on Dean, tilts his head, and quirks an eyebrow.
“That’s a good question, Cas,” Sam compliments. “Don’t you think that’s a good question, Dean?”
“If I’m not allowed to talk about this with you,” Cas says in a quieter tone, though no less gruff, “then who am I supposed to discuss it with?”
“Dean’s being a jerk,” Sam offers consolingly. “You can talk to us about anything.”
“Fine,” Dean concedes through a sigh. “Alright. What’s got you thinking this way?”
“I don’t want to talk about this with you if you’re only going to make fun of me.”
Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. “Look, man, I swear I won’t make fun of you. And sorry about my reaction, okay? You just caught me off guard.”
“Well,” Cas begins, looking at the table. “I’m experiencing strong physical reactions in the presence of a certain person.”
Dean stares at him between his fingers. “You’re seeing someone?” he accuses. Cas wets his lips.
Your voice seems to really be a one hit wonder. Like have fun trying to get a voice acting job that isn't for a pre-pubescent boy or a bird person with pink wings and a yolo shirt
I’m guessing you’re not exactly Morgan Freeman either, tough guy.
Lucky for me, I’m not a voice actor. Still, your concern for my imaginary career is rather touching. I hope you’re reassured by the fact that there are plenty of voice rolls out there for adolescent boys, talking dogs, birds, and high-strung robot sidekicks. It would - believe it or not - be a bad thing if everyone sounded like James Earl Jones.
The more I see of the Mirror world, the more I wonder how physics works there. Believe me, I know the absurdity of asking about One Piece physics.
NAMI HAS A BIG SHINY BRAIN AND I LOVE HER.
Gotta refresh my memory on what’s up with Pekoms. Ohhh, right, Bege shot him and he fell into shark-infested waters. Glad to know he’s alive! I quite enjoyed him.
So the Vinsmoke bros have what looks to be super metabolism. I am not a fan of them all lusting after Nami like she’s a piece of meat.
Niji refers to Nami as an it. Or maybe her personality? There is some strange emphasis on the word “it.” I wonder if this means Nami has some stranger power that the Vinsmokes picked up on. Like haki or something. I love Nami, but “lion personality” is some description. I’m hoping there’s more to it.
Is Judge really so blind that he doesn’t even suspect Big Mam may double cross him? He doesn’t have to be actively suspicious, he just needs to be cautious and have failsafes in place.
Everything in this place has eyes. Surely the Vinsmokes have noticed that? If so, they’re mighty cavalier to not suspect Big Mam of at least spying on them.
When you’re starving, everything tastes delicious. Sanji of all people would know that. Yet he calls Luffy a liar.
The thing with Sanji giving Luffy the cold shoulder here is that he KNOWS Luffy doesn’t hold any of his past actions against him. He’s seen this time and time again–with Nami, with Robin, with Usopp. But even now he has a mission in mind: stopping the wedding and subsequent murders of the Vinsmokes. So he’s still deliberately distancing himself. Calling Luffy a liar? Sanji’s seen the kid eat the most ridiculous shit. So who is Sanji trying to convince here? Himself. Sanji’s very good at telling himself ineffectual lies.
Here is a really amazing example of Sanji’s logic working against him. And his maaaassive guilt complex kicking back in. It all makes perfect sense in his head, even without the ulterior motives.
That being said, “disrespected and injured my own captain to the best of my ability.” Like Usopp hasn’t done the same? Sure, Usopp also paid penance, so maybe this is Sanji’s aim this time around.
And Sanji being adamant about saving the Vinsmokes is why he is the absolute kindest soul on the Sunny and beyond. Also more evidence of his guilt complex. He knows he can’t stop the wedding and the murders. So he, like Reiju, is planning to die with the Vinsmokes for the sole reason that he couldn’t save the assholes who made his childhood hell.
And now Luffy knocks some sense into his idiot cook.
And here’s Sanji’s “I WANT TO LIVE!” moment. The fact that it happens during his darkest moment, sitting and sobbing in the rain? Just goes to show how low rock bottom is for him.
“I mean, that’s just you, isn’t it?” SO MUCH LOVE FOR THIS. Luffy’s complete incredulity about how Sanji would ever choose to let someone die on his watch is beautiful. He knows his crew so fucking well. He handpicked them all for a reason.
(That moment when you realize that Sanji may or may not be the morality chain of the Straw Hats. Given the right circumstances, of course.)
Oh, Sanji. You needed help? All you ever had to do was ask.
One of the things I’ve always loved about Sanji is how he’s a kid at heart. In contrast to Luffy or Chopper, who appear childish in addition to actually being childish, Sanji’s one of the most put-together members of the crew. So I delight in seeing his adult exterior cracking and letting out the perpetual nine-year-old inside him. And it doesn’t always have to be a weepy affair, like it was here. Some of my favorite Sanji moments are when he smiles that large childlike grin when he is truly happy. I’m sure we’ll see it again soon, but this arc has made me sorely miss it.
Summary: Batmom(Reader) walks in on Bruce working out.
Warning(s): Very Slight NSFW, Fluff!!
Grumbling and rather annoyed, you wandered around trying to find Bruce, the jar with the too-tight-lid grasped firmly in your hand as you looked in the batcave. When your search proved fruitless, you huffed. Where was he when you really needed him?
In route to his study, that by some miracle chance he was working on Wayne Enterprises paperwork, you stopped dead in your tracks when you heard the music. A smirk crept onto your face and you headed towards the home gym. Workout sessions were one of the few occasions that prompted Bruce to listen to music at full blast, and the clash a 80’s pump-up one-hit-wonders always meant a good time - mainly for your eyes.
The sight through the glass door to the gym affirmed your suspicions. There was Bruce, with his back to you, punching and kicking the bag as if his life depended on it - and one night it might. A wave of excitement rushed over you at the sight and you didn’t waste time to open the door. Mindlessly, you set the jar down on a rack of weights and found a machine that would double as a chair. The grunts and yells Bruce exerted could just be heard over the music and they definitely helped the blush that began to spread across your face. What didn’t help was that Bruce always had the heat turned up in the gym - apparently more sweat meant a better workout to him.
And sweaty was he! It was obvious that sweat was running off of him like a stream, his shirt drenched and already discarded on the floor - a detail you barely noticed. Just watching, beads of sweat began to form on your own brow, getting you all hot and bothered, as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. Suddenly he stopped and you held your breath, wondering if you had been found out, but the music had drowned out your entrance and Bruce was too focused on his workout. He stretched his upper torso, resulting in his muscles flexing and you swooning more before he grabbed the water bottle nearby and squirted the clear liquid into his mouth, his arm almost purposely flexing as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Enjoying the show?” He called out with a cocky tone of voice, locking eyes with you through the mirror, making you jump slightly and stiffen, damn it, you had been found out.
“When don’t I?” You retorted with a chuckle and shouted over the music, smiling when a grin spread across his face.
Bruce turned the music down before turning to face you and wiped the back of his neck with a towel, making his way over to where you still sat on the machine. You looked up slowly, taking in every ridge and slab of toned muscle on your way up to meet his eyes. Both of your faces were flushed, although for two very different reasons. The smile that you fell in love with greeted you before his head dipped down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.
“Ack, you’re all sweaty!!” You complained, pulling away after kissing him back and wiped his sweat off of your lip while scrunching your face.
He chuckled, shaking his head, pulling you up to meet his body, completely engulfing you in his sweat just to spite. Giving in to him all too easily, you slid your arms around his naked torso, hands creeping up his back lovingly. A smirk crept across your face before you looked up at him and questioned slyly , “Shower time?”
“Mmm, shower time.” He nodded affirmatively and plucked you from the ground, slugging you over his shoulder with an excited squeal from you as he headed to the gym shower near the entrance.
Bruce stopped momentarily and you groaned at him prolonging the much anticipated shower. “Is this yours?”
In his hand he held the jar of fruit you had so very long forgotten about. “Oh, uh, haha, yeah, that’s… that’s mine alright,” A not so convincing nor innocent smile on your face.
“Lid’s too tight?” He questioned plainly, already seeing through you as he placed it back on the weights.
“Lid’s too tight,” you repeated affirmatively from your place bent over his shoulder as he chuckled and continued into the shower room.