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WATCHMEN PLAYLIST !!!!!

I love my Watchmen playlist that I wrote down every song and why it is on it😭

Why each song on my WATCHMEN playlist is on it:

Unforgettable- Nat King Cole: The ad that plays for Veidt as Dan and Laurie kiss in Chapter 7

Im Your Boogie Man- KC & The Sunshine Band: The song from the riot scene in the movie.

The Comedians- Elvis Costello & The Attractions: The title of chapter 2, Absent Friends.

The Times They Are a Changin’- Bob Dylan: Credit Scene in the movie.

Desolation Row- Bob Dylan: Title of chapter 1, At Midnight All the Agents.

All Along the Watchtower- Bob Dylan: Title of chapter 10, Two Riders Approaching.

All Along the Watchtower- Jimi Hendrix: Title of chapter 10, Two Riders Approaching. 

Sanctus (Sanities)- Music For a New Society- John Cale: Title of chapter 11, A Stronger Loving World.

Please Mr. Kennedy- Elvis Costello, Oscar Isaac, Adam Driver: Fits the era. About not wanting to go into outers space/ the space race.

Swamp- Live- Talking Heads: About War, multiple aspects fit.

Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood- Elvis Costello: Elvis Costello, could be about multiple of the characters. “I'm just a soul whose intentions are good/ Oh Lord please don't let me be misunderstood” Could have multiple meanings. Rorschach’s vigilantism, and trying to clean up the city while also obviously breaking the law. Could also be about guilt over other things.

You’re My Thrill- Billie Holiday: From Chapter 7.

I’ll Be Seeing You- Billie Holiday: Just another song by Billie Holiday since Daniel loves her. I’ll be seeing you is also a song about missing a loved one, so I chose it because Dan would obviously miss Rorschach and might be reminded of that by listening to the song.

Snow Owl- The Mountain Goats: Dan is Nite Owl, and wears a snow owl costume in chapters 10 and 11. Thats it lol.

99 Luftballons- Nena: Played in the scene where Dan and Laurie get dinner in the Watchmen Movie.

Dance Music- The Mountain Goats: Reminds me of Laurie and her snow globe in chapter 9. The entire song reminds me of Daniel and Laurie.

Die Walkure, Act III: Ride of the Valkyries- Richard Wagner: From the section of under the hood after chapter 1.

Southwood Plantation Road- The Mountain Goats:

Nuts (feat. rainy bear)- Lil Peep, rainy bear: There is a really good watchmen edit to this of Dan and Laurie lol

 Yeh Yeh- They Might Be Giants: I dont really know why I just think it fits the vibe.

I Bet On Losing Dogs- Mitski: Daniel and Rorschach sadness. Rorschach is said losing dog that Daniel bets on.

Once More to See You- Mitski:Daniel and Rorschach sadness part two. Gay.

Heart To Heart- Mac DeMarco: There is a really good watchmen edit to this of Dan and Rorschach.

The Hand That Rocks The Cradle- The Smiths: Reminds me of Daniel and Rorschach. About wanting to protect someone from evilness and harm.

Kryptonite- 3 Doors Down: Besides being about DC comics, the chorus about going insane and still being there to support the person reminds me of Daniel and Rorschach after the Blaire Roche Case.

Ain’t No Sunshine- Bill Withers: The entire section of “Wonder this time where she's gone/ Wonder if she's gone to stay/ Ain't no sunshine when she's gone/ And this house just ain't no home/ Anytime she goes away” Reminds me of Daniel wondering where Rorschach is and if he is okay and if he is going to survive.

Watching The Detective- Elvis Costello: Another Elvis Costello song, also it is about detectives which reminds me of watchmen lol.

I Should Be Allowed To Think- They Might Be Giants: The priest quotes the first section of the chorus to Walter in the Before Watchmen for Nite Owl. Obviously hes quoting the poem and not the song, but the song quotes the poem so yk.

Army Dreamers- Kate Bush: Reminds me of Rorschach. It is talking about the potential everyone had before going to war just to die. Walter/ Rorschach had potential to be something greater. He was very intelligent and hard working, but due to his experiences and traumas from childhood and then soon vigilantism, he never could really be the person he should have turned out to be.

Real Men- Mitski: Reminds me of Rorschach and his judgment of everyone and most likely himself.

Little Dark Age- MGMT: There is a really good Watchmen edit to this song.

Back to the Old House- The Smiths: Could be about literally any single one of the people in watchmen besides The Comedian or Veidt, but even then you could probably twist it to fit in their favor.

This Night Has Opened My Eyes- The Smiths: Also could be about any of the Watchmen characters. The section “You kicked and cried like a bullied child/ A grown man of 25/ Oh, he said he'd cure your ills/ But he didn't and he never will” is like Rorschach (and there is a good edit to this song about him.)  The lyric “This night has opened my eyes And I will never sleep again” fits for all the characters. 

The Comedian: Him learning about Karnak and going to visit Moloch, having basically a mental breakdown.

Rorschach’s mental break over the Blaire Roche case.

Daniel and Laurie after witnessing Karnak.

Doctor Manhattan's death and rebirth in the test chamber. 

With Veidt I think this part relates to Doctor Manhattan talking to him after Karnak and making him question his choices. The talk has opened his eyes and he doesn’t know if he can live with himself after.

I Know It’s Over- The Smiths: Also just about Rorschach

Cold Island- My Singing Monsters: There is a wonderful Doctor Manhattan edit to this song.

She- Elvis Costello: Another Elvis Costello song. DanRor?? LMAO

Wake Up (It’s 1984)- Oingo Boingo: Rorschach. Him trying to preach his beliefs.

Old College Try- The Mountain Goats: This entire song is so DanRor it is so awfully wonderful.

Sun To Me- Zach Bryan: “​​The only bad you've ever done was to see the good in me” ….. danror.

I Don’t Smoke- Mitski: Also Danror, sorry there is ALOT of songs that remind me of danror haha.

Fanfiction about Edward Blake from watchmen 2008.

Tw : rape, violence

My Uncle worked for the newspapers since years now, this summer, i had nothing to do and he managed to get me a summerjob there. I was inexperienced and pretty useless, but today, they were going to take pics of a vigilante who began to be known in the journals, there was competition between the major newspapers to who would be the first to have photos of the "heroes" of New York since a few weeks now, and I begged them to let me come.

As we were in the car driving to the bank where the vigilante arrested and 'punished' three robbers, i couldnt stop biting my inner cheek in excitement. I did saw the comedian a few times in the black and white pictures, they said he was very brutal, but i didnt know much about him.

I didnt know what to exept, will they just keep me around like a little excited puppy, or was i going to actually do something to help?

We eventually arrive to the bank, a lot of people around, we enter, the photographes quickly get the cameras ready, i awkwardly stand there a bit in the way, then i see the Comedian, a grin on his lips, he was holding one robber against his chest, his arm around the man's neck in a chokehold, the two other villains were on the floor, their faces wrecked, some other journalists were algready starting to take pics. He glances at me repeatedly, his perverted gaze wandering on my bare legs before to look back at the camera lens.

I dont think so much of it, the noises around me was starting to weigh on my head and they didnt need me, so i decide to walk around in the bank while everyone is busy with the hero.

I'm wandering for a good 10 minutes, the hubbub of journalists and photographers around the vigilante calmed down and I think about going back to my 'colleagues' now. The large corridor was dimly lit and empty. I look at my black patent shoes as i walk, the sound of clacking on the marble floor is almost soothing.

I hear a deep breath and raise my chin to look up, I stop in my path, looking at the large man standing there, leaning against the wall, a cigar in his mouth, a small smirk on his lips, a few meters separate us as i look into his sharp brown eyes, a dark purple mask around his eyes, he takes a deep puff and blow the smoke, before to take his cigar out of his mouth.

"Hi pretty girl'' he says almost under his breath, his eyes going down to my thighs and knees slowly.

I dont answer, i dont know what am i supposed to answer to that. I just look in his eyes, looking like a little frightened fawn. What should i say, hi ?

He smiles to me, almost gently, he takes a few step closer.

He puts his gloved hand on my face, his big thumb caressing my cheek slowly, his eyes on my lips, i move away from him just enough so his hand would fall, my legs start to tremble slightly as i look at him, i can still feel his breath on my lips, it was deep, and it stinked, a mix of whisky and cigar.

He moves his hand down to caress my waist slowly, it makes me extremly uncomfortable and i whine quietly in protest. he brings his cigar up to his lips, taking a deep puff once again and blowing the smoke close to my face.

''your dress is very short, how old are you?'' he mumbles, he step a bit closer and i take a step back.

« im 17 » i mumble, he grabs me by the hair as i step back, not really roughly, but it still manages to get a surprised gasp past my lips as the leather material of his glove pull my hair a bit.

''and you dress like that?'' he says in a mocking tone, i whine louder in protest, pushing him away roughly.

« take your hand away! » i whine out.

He scoffs and let me push him away, he takes his hand out of my hair, only to slap me, the slam echoes through the empty corridor, the hard and fast slap make me fall on the floor on my knees and hand, my glasses slide across the floor to the other side, i look up to him with wide eyes.

He scoffs once more. I quickly get up and try to run away, he drops his cigar on the floor before to grab me by the back of the neck, turning me around and hitting me right in the face, my nose starting to bleed, I taste the blood on my lips, i lose my balance and almost fall again, he grabs me by the hair to keep me steady. what the hell? I think to myself and start crying.

''against the wall'' he orders.

My brain is completly dizzy from the punch as he speaks to me, i dont hear.

He pushes me against the wall with an annoyed groan, one hand on my shoulder, the other going under my dress.

''are you deaf or just a little idiot?'' he asks in a mocking tone.

I whine loudly again, the feeling of his cold hand touching my bare skin manage to wake me up a bit, « stop..! » i cry out, still sobbing.

He shushes me and put one hand on my mouth, my whines and sobbing sounds muffled in the leather of his glove

He press his two fingers against my clit trhough the thin coton fabric of my little panties, rubbing, im not horny, it hurts. He looks up to my eyes with a dirty look and that fucking smirk on his lips.

He takes his hand away from my mouth and start to roughly pull down my panties, i shake my head quickly, still crying.

''shut up...'' he mumbles in a grunt.

My panties fall on my Mary Janes, he takes one glove off, letting it fall to the floor too, he groans in excitement, his fingers starting to caress my pussy, he pants as he press his fingertips against my entrance, i whine soflty, my tears calmed down a little, but i still let out little sounds of protest as his fingers caress me.

He can clearly feel that im not wet, but he continues, he even pant louder now, his warm, dirty breath hitting my face.

He takes his hands away from me, quickly undoing the smirky face buckle of his belt, i whine once more. Sounding almost desperate now.

He unbutton his trousers and pull them down as quickly, he grab my thigh, forcing it against his hip.

He pulls his manhood out of his underwear and i look away, he grunts as he start to stroke it slowly with his bare hand. He looks at me with a hungry gaze, he spits on his fingers and rub his dirty gloved fingertips against my entrance, he grips me by the back of the thighs, wrap my legs around his waist, pushing me to the wall with a low moan.

He position his tip to my entrance, my thighs tense and i whine loudly, he tries to push it in a first time without success, he grunts in frustartion and annoyance and then he push roughly, trying to stretch my tight pussy, he forces it almost all the way in, its not very long but its quite thick, too thick. He holds my thighs as he start to rape me, the only bit of lube being his spit and the little bit of precum that leaked from his cock.

I whine loudly in pain and discomfort, grabbing the back of his shoulders tightly, my fingers struggling to grip onto the fabric of his costume, he doesnt care, he keep using me for his dirty pleasure, his lips parted as he pants.

My hands are awkardly holding onto him as i keep squeaking and whinning like a dog while he fuck me fast and hard, he keeps grunting as he forces his thick member in and out.

I burry my face in his neck, wincing as the repeated dry friction of his cock burn my entrance.

''your pussy is the best ive ever fucked...'' he mumbles, holding me tightly between him and the wall as he keep pushing his hips as deep as he can.

I whine in response, sobbing softly from the pain, my fingers pulling on the yellow shirt he's wearing.

After a dozen of rough thrusts, he grunts as he takes his cock out of me and let go of my thighs, almost letting me fall on the floor, i grab onto his arms, he scoffs at me and push me down.

I gasp as i fall on my ass, my legs slightly spread and my panties hanging on one my ankle, stuck under my dirty heel as i look up to him.

His cock is still erect and ready as he gets on his knees between my legs, he grabs my hips pulling me close to him.

I whine and try to shift away pathetically.

''come here little doll'' he says in a mocking tone, pulling me closer to him, his warm dick brushing against my pussy, he looks in my eyes.

''little rapedoll'' he mumbles jokingly and chuckle.

He lets a big string of saliva fall on my cunt, he spread it to my vagina with two fingers.

He pushes his large member inside me once more with a pityless thrust of his hips. My legs wrapping tightly around his waist as i feel him forcing his cock all the way inside me again. I whine and cry, but i cant lie, it doesnt feel as bad as the first position.

''mmgh.. good girl'' he groans out, moving his hips in and out of me at a quick and rough pace.

I grab onto his shoulders, burrying my face in his neck, he pushes me away from his neck, pinning me to the floor.

He hold himself on his forearms, i hear his breath comming out in ragged gasps next to my ear as he start to fuck me even deeper than earlier. My shoes squeak against the floor as i squirm and struggle against him. He continues to hold me down without any efforts as he moves inside me, using me. He was playing with me like with a ragdoll.

After a few minutes of intense thrusts of his hips, he takes his member out and cum against my lower stomach, releasing against my dress. He lets out a deep moan and pant louder, trying to catch his breath. After a little minute, he fix his pants and get up, taking his glove from the floor, he looks down at me and scoff at the sight before to leave me alone in the corridor, my legs trembling, my face flushed, my panties soiled by the heel of my shoe, my pink dress stained with his sperm.