#Patty Crane

[angelofeighthave]

midday thaw by tomas tranströmer, translated by patty crane // madonna della pietá by michelangelo buonarroti

[whisperthatruns]

The Half-Finished Heaven

Dejection breaks off its course. Anxiety breaks off its course. The vulture breaks off its flight. The fervent light pours out, even the ghosts take a drink.

And our paintings are revealed, our Ice Age studio's red beasts. Everything begins to look around. We walk in the sun by the hundreds.

Each person is a half-open door leading to a room for everyone.

The endless ground under us.

Water shines between the trees.

The lake is a window into the earth.

Tomas Tranströmer, tr. Patty Crane, The Half-Finished Heaven (Den halvfärdiga himlen, 1962), The Blue House: Collected Works of Tomas Tranströmer (Copper Canyon Press, 2023)

[johnesimpson]

At Sea in an Open Boat: God's Dog, the Sound of Steaming Coffee, a Fairy Godmother...

David Foster Wallace, Sylvia Plath, T. Kingfisher, etc. etc.: 'At Sea in an Open Boat: God's Dog, the Sound of Steaming Coffee, a Fairy Godmother...'

[Image: “Aloft (Redwood City, California),” by John E. Simpson. (Photo shared here under a Creative Commons License; for more information, see this page at RAMH.)] We were traveling down in Florida over the last couple of weeks — from the Panhandle down to South Florida and on up to Jacksonville — tying off some loose ends of our erstwhile life there, and visiting family and friends to boot. As…

[akwolfgrl]

How sweet it is to be loved by them

Sanji clutched the stuffed goat that smelled like Zeff. He found comfort in the almost dark chocolate, fruit, and earth smell, and he could almost taste oyster shells and something citrusy. He was tucked into a poorly constructed nest in the corner of Zeff’s bed, wide awake. It was the middle of the day, but he couldn't hear any noise coming from downstairs.

Sanji crept out of bed and left the stuffed toy behind on the bed. As he made his way across the floor, a whine escaped from his lips and looked back at the bed and the toy. It felt wrong to leave it. He wanted to crawl back into the nest, but his curiosity was too strong. He snatched the stuffed goat from the bed, ran back to the door, and refused to look back. He felt better with it tucked against his chest as he left Zeffs room.

He headed towards the stairs, and the silence of the empty restaurant was deafening. The sun was too high in the sky for The Baratie to be this quiet. He tiptoed down the stairs, his curiosity urged him on. He forced himself to ignore the trail of flowers that followed him down the stairs. The blue blossoms were a reminder that he was an Omega, a failure. There had to be a way to stop or fix it.

He finally heard voices coming from the dining area and slowly pushed the door open enough to poke his head through. The typically busy dining room was nearly empty. The only people present were Zeff, Patty, and Carne, who were sitting at a table opposite the staircase.

Patty crossed his beefy arms over his chest and looked at Zeff pointedly. “What now?”

“Chef, can we really afford to close every time the kid’s in heat?” Carne asked.

“Eggplant’s health and safety is more important than the restaurant. He’ll need his own room and nesting materials.”

Sanji removed his head from the gap in the door. He worked his fingers into his hair and pulled. Zeff had closed the restaurant down? For him? Sanji couldn't understand it.

He knew he wasn't worth closing the Baratie. He wasn’t worth saving. He wasn’t worth saving in the Storm. He wasn’t worth Zeff giving up his leg. He wasn’t worth the food Zeff had given to him. Sanji didn't need his own room, and he didn’t need a nest. Why did Zeff keep doing these things?

Sanji wasn't aware of the small sounds he was making until Zeff spoke again. “Did you hear that?”

He looked around for a place to hide when he heard the familiar steps of Zeff moving towards him. Before he could hide, the doors opened, and the blond Chef’s shadow covered him like an imposing monster.

“Eggplant? What are you doing out of bed?” In an instant, the monster was Zeff again.

“Why'd you close the restaurant? You shouldn’t’ve.” Sanji accused him.

“It's more important that you're healthy than the restaurant is open. You must be hungry, food, then back to bed.” Zeff let the accusation slide before he started ushering the Omega towards the kitchen.

“I don't need to go back to bed, I can work!” Sanji protested. “You don't have to close the restaurant for me.”

“Who's the damn owner here?”

“You are.” Sanji quietly admitted.

“Then let me run my restaurant the way I want to. You're not a Beta, one of the dregs of humanity, or an Alpha. There's already too much of those around here. I’m getting you something to eat, and then you’re going back to the nest before I have to force feed you and strap you there myself. Now go on get.” Zeff kicked him towards the kitchen.

Sanji sat at the small table in the kitchen, and his head kept bobbing as he found it hard to stay awake. The smell from the bowl Zeff placed in front of him chased away his drowsiness. It was his favorite food: spicy seafood pasta. Every time Zeff cooked it, it was always a little different because he made it with whatever they had on hand. The noodles were thin angel hair with spicy and creamy tomato sauce, fresh shrimp, and carb, and there was parmesan cheese sprinkled on top. Sanji couldn't help but wiggle happily in his seat while a small purr escaped his throat and enjoyed his meal. The drowsiness slipped away.

[rolling-meltdown]

The best Poly relationship ever

I didn't know where to post this since everyone was originally a sans variation of the bad guy sanses but i turned them into personal ocs! they'll still keep their Sans design but here's there now 2025 re designs ! (they're all named after food)

[watchingwhathappens]

I saw The Crane Wives live in San Antonio (it was great, by the way) but after I left, a song the opening band (Patty PerShayla & the Mayhaps) played called Crash Landings stayed with me. Not just the song itself, but the story behind how the album it's on was created, too: a group of artists were placed on a cruise and told to write an album in a short amount of time, and they did.

It was written by Patty PerShayla (Patty PerShayla & the Mayhaps), Evan Allis (Fever Dolls), Taryn Chory (The Alternate Routes), Rob Felicetti (Bowling for Soup), and Ted Felicetti (Don’t Panic).

Anyways, the point is! I searched everywhere for the lyrics, but they weren't posted anywhere. So... I did it myself!

[Lyrics under the cut]

All my landings are crash landings

All my lovin’ is done madly I’m not flying

Till I fall to pieces

And all my habits are bad habits

So much fun till I can’t stand it

Might be crazy

But that’s how I like it

Take it slow, hell no Geronimo

All I know’s what I don’t

Geronimo

All my lovers are just bad friends

And all my gimmicks are just masking

This fast lane living

I ain’t outta gas yet

And all these seconds are just passin’ If it’s all for the taking, I’m all cashed in

It’s damn heart-breaking 

And that’s how I like it

Take it slow, hell no

Geronimo

All I know’s what I don’t I’m ready though Turn it up, shake it out

And let it go

Take the jump, make it loud

Geronimo

Take it slow, hell no

Geronimo All I know’s what I don’t I’m ready though

Turn it up, shake it out

And let it go Take the jump Make it loud

Found my limit, I just passed it

Two cheeks in, I’m not half-assin’ It might sound crazy, but that’s how I like it

All my landings are crash landings

All my lovin’ is done madly

It might sound crazy, but that’s how I like it

[avariceaside]

went to a crane wives concert, had a lot of fun, found a cool new band to listen to, I’m eepy

[wassupmygays]

Yall should listen to this band

literally insane rock vocals and music. they opened for the crane wives for their recent tour and every other month i remember how fucking epic they are

[ghost-the-gm]

The curse of being really into a small artist and not being able to find people talking about their music

[junkangelic]

collection of quotes that make me think about the pre-series twinyards fic i’m writing

sources:

abel’s body to cain, joseph fasano

woolgathering, patti smith

why be happy when you can be normal, jeanette winterson

in the desert, stephen crane

mrs. dahmer, sierra demulder

outbound, hieu minh nguyen

from the book of time, mary oliver

song of solomon, toni morrison

waiting, marya hornbacher

god gave the desert too many teeth, r. wright

[ineveryspaceandtime]

__________________________

Jorge Luis Borges, "Two English Poems" // Tyler Knott Gregson, "You giggle. . ." // Victor Hugo, "Marie Tudor" // Patty Dickson Pieczka, "Autumn" // Mary Oliver, "I have just said. . ." // Susan Glickman, "Poem about your laugh" // Rabindranath Tagore, "Lover's Gifts XVIII: Your Days" // Harold Hart Crane, "Exile"

[feliniakattus]

two people, Gracie Abrams // climbing, Lucille Clifton // because the night, Patti Smith // untitled, Louise Bourgeois // my writing // attack of the clones // album art by jayne // my writing // unknown artist // Kate McGahan // my writing // @/ojibwa // Adélia Prado // Claude Monet // Automat, Edward Hopper // The Frost, mitski // @/fairycosmos // @/padmestrilogy // Why are you Haunted, Joan Tierney // The Lover, Marguerite Duras // landscape with snow, Vincent van Gogh // Paul Auster // @/firstfullmoon // The End of Love, Florence + the Machine // animatedjames on youtube // @/chloeinletters // Light of Love, Florence + the Machine // Dance Dance Dance, Haruki Murakami // Morning Sun, Edward Hopper // In a Dream You Saw a Way to Survive, Clementine von Radics // my writing // Scars, The Crane Wives // my writing

i am 100% doing more of these

[czolgosz]

[ID: a Facebook post by Jim Crane which reads: Day 356 of my Retirement: Lunch at the Leon Czolgosz Cafe in Posen Michigan. An " Anarchy Sandwich," Two potato pierogi as the bun. Living life larger(er). attached is an image of a sandwich consisting of a hamburger patty topped with cheese, caramelised onions, and a white sauce between two pierogi. /end ID]

joke facebook post my mother saw

[akwolfgrl]

Recipe for recovery 7

When Sanji awoke, he didn't even remember falling asleep. He was on his back in the aquarium bar. Sanji just watched the fish go by for a few moments, the enmorass gallery, and here had to be his favorite rooms. Watching all the fish swim by was memorizing, what would it be like to swim in the all blue? He was feeling less off. He was no longer nuases, thankfully.

“Cook?”

“Ah I see your finally awake,”

Both Robin and Zoro noticed and turned to stare at him. Robin had been sitting by his broken useless legs, while Zoro had been sitting on the floor near his head, Sanji had been too busy staring at the fish to notice. Robin closed her book and turned to him. Before Sanji could respond, Luffy and Chopper rushed over.

“Sanji!” They both cried, leaping towards him. Luffy landed on his stomach and Chopper his chest.

“Be careful you two!” Zoro barked at them.

“It's fine, I'm not made of glass,” Sanji rolled his eyes. He welcomed the weight, he may be a bit borken at the moment but he wasn't that fucking fragile.

“Sanji, how are you feeling? Do you need more pain meds?” Chopper asked him.

“Sanji what's for breakfast?” Luffy asked him.

“Breakfast sandwiches, so you can eat on the go. Then I'd make more pirate lunch boxes, your of course mostly meat,” Sanji began to explain his plan for breakfast when he was interrupted.

“How are you going to cook?” Nami asked. “If you haven't noticed, your legs are broken,”

Sanji whineced, like he really needed the reminder even if it was from his darling Nami. “I'll manage. Just grab some crutches. If I have to drag a stoll and sit while cooking, I'll do so. I only broke one hand after all. If Zeff can survive eating his own leg, then run a restaurant with a wooden leg I can cook for a few people,”

“Sanji no! You're only allowed to lift five pounds! It won't heal properly if you do more! And no putting weight on your legs!” Chopper cried.

“Speaking of Zeff,” Usopp stated.

“We called him,” Nami finished.

“What? Why? I didn't die. I'll be fine,”

“It's too late, Curly,” Zoro grumbled. “We already called him and were calling him again he wanted to talk to you,”

The Den den apred in front of him, held in a set of Robin's hands. It began to ring, and before he could reach for it, another one of Robin's hands picked up the speaker and held it to his lips.

“Eggplant you there?”

“Yah, I'm here. Geezer, I don't know why they called you. I'm fine,”

“No he's not!” Chopper shouted. “Sanji sustained several injuries and thinks he can just hobble around on churches with two broken legs and a broken arm!” Chopper rated him out.

“What the hell eggplant is this ture? What even happened? I thought i trained you better than to get your ass kicked this badly,”

“Shut up, old geezer, it wasn't like that!” Sanji protested.

“if I may?” Robin interrupted. “There was no fight, I suspect that the island we are located on recently had a bout of heavy rainfall. It caused some erosion. The ground Sanji was standing on gave way, taking him with. Unless he could Moonwalk, there was no way that he would have escaped.” Maybe he should learn. It could be very useful in the future.

“Ah, thank you, Ms. Nico, I presume?” Zeff thankfully turned his attention to Robin.

“Yes, that would be me,”

“What was that I heard about churches?” Zeff asked.

“I need them to get back to work,” Sanji thoughtwas obvious. “Franky did great on the grill, but it's my job to keep the crew fed, not Frankys,” Sanji pointed out. “Besides of you can run a restaurant, fight, and raise me with a peg leg. I can cook three meals a day with broken legs,”

“That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say!” Zeff shouted over the den den. “And I raised your ass! I didn't do everything myself. I had plenty of help.”

“Can you really call Patty, Crane, and a ten year old help?” Sanji retorted.

“Your crew isn't gonna leave you behind just like I didn't leave you behind.” Sanji whineced. He really wasn't expecting Zeff just to come out and say it like that.

“Sanji?” Sanji turned his head back to Luffy, who was looking down at him over Choppers hat. “Why would you think that way?”

“Yah, I mean Nami didn't get left behind, nor Robin, nor did I,” Usopp chimed in from the floor. “Why would you be any different?”

“Because those situations were completely different. Right now, I can't fight, and I'm not allowed to cook. Nami and Robin left because they didn't have a choice. Usopp you could still fight.” Sanji pointed out, even Zeff had tried to get rid of him. He usually didn't think about his past, leaving it buried deep inside of him, but as of right now, he couldn't stop.

[smittywing]

FicBit 10: Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Previous parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

OH MY GOD THIS TOOK FOREVER. However, there is only one more part and it's already mostly done. Whew.

Red Robin was in Red Hood’s territory, and he was brandishing a greasy paper bag of Big Belly Burger.

“What are you doing on my turf?” Jason demanded, trying to ignore that he could *smell* the onions from two feet away.

“It’s been pointed out to me,” Tim said wryly, “that I may have been a shit to you.”

Jason shrugged because he fucking hated that Tim’s questions had gotten to him and he wasn’t ready to admit it.

“I hear burgers are the going rate for an apology,” Tim added, shaking the bag a little.

“And fries?” Jason asked, relenting. 

“And fries,” Tim confirmed. 

Jason swept the bag out of his hand and dug out the top burger. Loaded with onions. Perfection.  “So let’s hear it,” he mumbled around the first bite.

Tim lifted the lenses on his domino and rolled his eyes. Jason coughed out a laugh around his double beef patties.

“I’m sorry I got all up in your business,” Tim said. “I wanted - I wanted too many things and I tried to make them all work.”

Jason lifted his own lenses to share his side eye. “What the fuck does that mean?” he asked.

Tim scratched the back of his head. “You had me pretty fucked up, with that kiss,” he admitted.”I know I shouldn’t have done it. But I guess I wanted to be part of what you were going through, like…Bernard was for me.”

“No names in the field,” Jason scolded, shoving some fries into his mouth. “And Cannon Fodder is your actual boyfriend. Were you going to be my actual boyfriend?”

“No,” Tim said immediately and blushed. “I just.”

“Help!”

Jason snapped his attention away from Tim. “Hello?” he called. “Do you need help?”

A child, a little boy, maybe seven or eight, ran out of the alley, his hands fisted in his sweatshirt. “It’s my mom,” he said. “She needs help.”

Jason flipped the lenses on his domino back down and tossed the bag to Tim. “Show me where she is,” he directed.

“This way,”the kid said and ran back down the alley. Jason followed, his long strides eating up the distance between himself and the kid, and then he saw a woman huddled over some cardboard boxes. She was protecting her stomach and Jason’s heart pounded as he assumed the worst. 

“Let me see,” he said, kneeling next to her. “Help is here.”

He heard, rather than saw the taser as she fired, and he barely had time to say, “Fuck,” before everything went black.

*

Jason gained consciousness slowly and regretfully.  For starters, he was upside down and his nose was running.  (It seemed like a problem that would solve itself, but no.)  Moving on, he was lashed to Tim, who was also unconscious.  His head was tucked under Jason’s chin, his mouth breathing short puffs of air against Jason’s neck.  At least he was breathing.  Their hands were tied, Jason’s behind his back and Tim’s in front of him, which basically put them right in Jason’s groin.  For fuck’s sake.  As if Jason didn’t have enough problems with wanting Tim, some absolute psycho went and  put Tim’s hands in Jason’s lap and was probably laughing while Jason tried to be cool about it.  Finally, Jason craned his head down to see what they were dangling over.  Acid?  Alligators?  Something that started with the letter B?

Nope.  Concrete.  Great.  He groaned and Tim stirred against him.

“Wake up, Baby Bird,” he said because the jig was up and he might as well have company in immortal humiliation.  “They got us.”

“Temporary situation,” Tim said crisply, even though his voice was muffled by Jason’s skin and his own shirt.  

“Let’s not fall on our heads,” Jason suggested when he realized Tim was picking the ties on his own hands.  Actually, falling on his head sounded pretty good right now, with Tim’s hands shifting and twitching *so fucking close* and his cock aching for those hands to hold it.  Only Jason could get a stiffy while dangling over certain death.

“Just stay really still for a sec,” Tim said, and then he twisted around and wrapped his arms around Jason’s back. Jason tried not to die inside. Tim tucked his head into the small of Jason’s back - it was really weird to get turned on by this, right? - and rotated his body so he was facing upright, his knees hooked around Jason’s shoulders. “You need my pick before I jump?” he asked.

“I have a knife,” Jason replied, choked.

Tim pushed off and somersaulted to the floor. His landing was light, not as soundless as Dick’s, but far less noisy than Jason’s was about to be. Tim had freed Jason’s feet, which had been  tied with his own, so Jason wrapped one leg in the hanging chain before he sliced apart the ropes holding his hand. He grasped the chain and swung himself down, landing beside Tim with a quiet thunk.

“I don’t know what kind of candyass bullshit that was,” he said, rubbing at his chest which still tingled from the taser. “But we need to kick some asses.”

“I got tased by a third grader.” Tim sounded salty. “I’m guessing it’s not my drug ring.”

“We weren’t even in costume when we pissed them off,” Jason pointed out. “It’s gotta be somebody else.”

“Smart enough to use decoys, dumb enough to leave us alone,” Tim added.

Jason tried to remember the woman’s face as he bent over her. “Mind control?” he asked. “Hatter’s still in Arkham, isn’t he?”

Tim tapped his earbud. “Oracle,” he asked. “Is Mad Hatter still in Arkham?” He looked at Jason and shook his head. A metal door screamed open a thousand feet away and about a dozen people marched through the opening. “Oh. That fits. Yeah, Red Hood and I will take care of it.”

“Who is it?” Jason demanded, unholstering his guns. 

“Professor Pyg,” Tim said. “He escaped sometime this afternoon. He probably hasn’t had time to turn anyone into a Dollotron yet but he has some method of mind control.”

“Dammit.” Mind control meant no bullets. Not even rubber ones. “All right, let’s find this guy and put him back where he belongs. You still owe me a burger.”

“I gave you a burger,” Tim protested. “It’s not my fault you got duped into abandoning it.”

“I handed it back to you,” Jason pointed out. “It’s not my fault you got tased by an eight-year-old.”

“Ugh,” Tim said. “There are offices up there, on the catwalk. Pyg’s probably up there. Let’s skip the henchmen and go straight to the source.”

Jason didn’t often use a grapple but Tim was already on his way and there was no way Jason was letting him face Pyg without backup. He grappled up to the catwalk, ducking under the metal guardrail, and took off after Tim. They started clearing offices and had covered the east side of the warehouse when Jason heard a footstep behind him and spun around.

Pyg, brandishing a cleaver, and a syringe, had emerged from the next office down and was trying to rush Jason. Fortunately he was neither fast nor accurate and Jason managed to side-step him and take him down with a judo throw. He kicked the cleaver down the catwalk but Pyg lunged at his with the syringe. It wouldn’t have pierced his armor, but it didn’t matter. Tim was there and he cracked his bo staff across the back of Pyg’s head. Pyg went down and Jason picked up the syringe. “We’re gonna want to analyze this,” he commented.

“Later,” Tim snapped. “We’re getting him back to Arkham before he can do anymore damage.”

Sirens were already wailing. Jason zip-tied Pyg’s wrists and checked the back of his head. “You got him good, baby bird,” he said, finding a sizable goose egg. “Cops are on their way. They can give him a lift back to Arkham.”

“We need to figure out what this is and how to counteract it,” Tim said, nodding at the syringe still in Jason’s hand. “We’ll have to take it back to the Bat-Cave.”

“I’m not going there,” Jason said automatically. “Which office was he using? Are there notes?”

The notes were in the third office they checked. Tim took the notes and the syringe and slipped out of the warehouse to tell some cop he was friendly with how to synthesize an antidote.

Jason grappled to the roof of the next building and watched Tim from a distance as he spoke stridently with a detective. Then, he slipped into the shadows and went home.

[yukii0nna]

Luna Yamada facts

Used to be a weak witch before becoming the new spider witch.

Has a strong resistance to Madness.

Is friends with Black Star and Patty. Sees them as her fellow pranksters. She likes Corona and worries for them

Her father was her canon event due to him dying trying to save her from the Crane Witch.

Actively tries to protect Angela.

Saw Miles and says "He's my brother now."

Got mistaken for a venom version due to her black blood.

@punkeropercyjackson @bakawitch @zexal-club @kousaka-ayumu @insomniac-jay @weirdo09 @queen-of-twisted