#a coy decoy

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 14 thoughts through 14.7 (there is too much for one post, I mean I could probably get four to five posts from 14.11 alone):

The team figures out Siberian's whole "is a projection" thing pretty quickly. Good for them.

I really want to know who ripped out page 325 for the "how horrible of a thing have I done that I don't want shared" check. I strongly lean Trickster but I'm not sure. I want more details on the Travelers and TiaV dammit!

Amy is having a bad day. Probably really a continuation of a bad few days. She probably didn't really need those fingers right?

Skitter criticizing Amy in her head for not being "creative" enough with her power is so on brand. Of course my daughter has already detailed out the complex ways she would use a power she doesn't even have. I love her.

I really wish the Undersiders/Travelers combo would stop splitting the fucking party. If they had just sent everyone after Siberian I bet the could have gotten the dude.

I do have have Skitter has gotten to a point where one of her "start of combat" actions is to just make a fuck ton of bug decoys. Almost without thought at this point.

Have I mentioned how much I love the "writing words in the air with bugs to communicate with people"? Cause I do. It makes sense. It would work. It lets her communicate long range. But it's also very silly to imagine. Very Silver Age in the best way.

Then it gets even better! Skitter makes a full blown animation to tell Amy that Siberian is trying to drop a building on her. Absolutely fucking perfection.

Tattletale maybe misjudged ever so slightly in what she revealed to Siberian. The combo of Siberian just flickering out of existence and everyone being like "oh fuck" was very good.

Amy trying to do her bullshit again and Tattletale having none of it, just destroying every argument before Amy even makes them until Amy agrees to come and help. More than makes up for any mistakes Tattletale made with Siberian.

The relay bugs are super neat.

Fucking high speed mutant dog/car chase. Absolutely fucking AMAZING. I loved every part of it. Ending with Sundancer just dropping a 50 foot wide sun on the road.

Tattletale trolling the shit out of Piggot and the heroes gives me life.

Also, Piggot's phone conversation with Tattletale was basically a villain monologue. For Piggot. Just all the shit about why she was doing it, why it was for the best, the coy little "sorry your teammates are gonna die, it's just an unfortunate side effect". All of it. This bitch is evil.

My daughter fucking tying up Crawler with spiderwebs. HOLY SHIT KID. God damn.

Very Mulan "Get off the roof, get off the roof, get off the roof" energy as they all run the fuck away from the bombing zone.

BUG HORSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE!!!!

AMY MADE MY DAUGHTER A FLYING BUG HORSE I'M DYING!

TAYLOR CAN BE THE (BUG)HORSE GIRL SHE WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE!

It rescues her and she has to teach it how to fly and they form a bond and she saves it and it saves her and and and she gives it a NAME! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

She's only had Atlas for a day and a half but if anything happens to him I will burn the world to the ground. Then I'll find another world and burn it to the ground too.

Firebombs don't really do shit but destroy a chunk of the city, probably kill some civilians, and make the heroes lives pretty fucking hard as they have to rely on the randomness of Clockblocker's power.

Also weren't there supposed to be a bunch of Nazis also getting hit by the bombs? One of the only somewhat maybe kinda almost decent parts of the plan Piggot and they aren't even here!

Piggot's plan is terrible and evil is what I'm saying.

The only reason nearly every hero doesn't end up permanently trapped or whatever inside Cache's bag of holding is cause Skitter was there to keep him from being crushed by a car. Well, Skitter and her bug horse (BUG HORSE!)

Skitter got to shoot Mannequin in the back. Very satisfying even if it didn't do long term damage.

Sucks to be Cache. He's . . . probably fine? I mean at least he got everyone out as he was melting.

Really sucks to be Glory Girl. She is . . . uhhh . . . hmmm . . . not dead. I can at least say that.

I mean Skitter got her to Amy. And Amy did stop her from dying. So like . . . she's probably going to be fine. Yep. Juuuuuust fine.

(Look if Amy wasn't a bitch about giving Atlas a digestive system I might be willing to forgive a lot. My daughters (bug)horse comes first. But Amy didn't so I won't. At least Grue was able to help. He gets a lot of brownie points for that.)

Anyway, Victoria needed to take some time to heal the rest of the way so she left completely under her own free will. And it will never come up again.

Bombin' 2: Electric HOLY FUCK PIGGOT YOU REALLY ARE CRAZY Bombgaloo

Kill a few more civilians and maybe Crawler and Mannequin. Destroy more of the city (including the library!) in a way that will probably never be salvageable (I mean at least some of it is stopped in time for god knows how long). Jack, Bonesaw, and Siberian escape. And because of what was done Bonesaw is going to activate her bio-weapon.

Great job Piggot. Gold star. You fucking did it. You saved the city. You motherfucking idiot.

[copperbadge]

I play “waffle” which is a version of wordle that involves swapping letters, and sometimes the unswapped letters still make words. I couldn’t help but read this as “yeecoy” like the combination of Yeehaw and Decoy, and I can’t stop laughing at the idea of like...

A cowboy fakeout. A hick deception. A yee-coy. 

[ID: A screengrab of a row of letters from the game Waffle, spelling out Y-E-C-O-Y; the E and O are incorrectly placed (the actual word is “yucky”) and greyed out on account of it.] 

[spacetimesally]

A secret message to be hand-delivered risks a bevvy of Soviet interceptors looking to get their filthy red mitts on the encoded note, but someone's playing coy... Decoy, in, "Crimson Courier"

Other Timelines, Other Lifetimes Series…

[Other Timelines, Other Lifetimes Series - ‘Spacetime Sally’s Beautiful Tomorrow’ places Captain Sally Hannigan in a bright and shiny 1950s nuclear-powered sci-fi Atomic Age, a world of action and adventure that inevitably leads to a bright and beautiful tomorrow for all of mankind.

This 1950s precursor to the familiar Spacetime Sally of the 60s & 70s involves a more espionage-centric plotline with Soviet involvement.]

[gamie99]

Doing some serious hard thinking about the 'treason' the Astro Toilet mentioned in 72 Part 1, and in turn rethinking some of the scenes and details we saw earlier in the series...

The document we saw in 70 Part 2… what if that was a deal or agreement between the Scientist and the Astro Toilets? What if the Scientist/G-Toilet broke the deal in some way, and that's the treason the Astro Toilet talks about?

What if Episode 60 was the Astro Toilets confronting 'G-Toilet' (remember, this G-Toilet is the decoy. G-Coy, if you will!) about the broken deal? What if they tried to kill him because G-Coy denied any involvement (and reasonably so; this deal was probably very secretive)?

Aaaaugh, so many questions! I hope some of them get answers soon!!

[silviakundera]

Joy of Life E1 E37 liveblogging

watching for the 1st time, don't tell me secrets ;)

Fan Xian carried a war banner all those miles just to start shit. I really admire his dedication to the troll lifestyle

the emperor hassling beiqi with his border troops to back up Fan Xian is too cute. what an asshole.

so ML is wuxia advancing as he fights big players

Yes let's meet the emperor!

lmao she just wants an update on Dream of Red Chamber. I get her. WIP are so frustrating

as a guy with memory of modern china, he shouldn't be too surprised at a female emperor. China had one.

ML very respectful of the dowager. Who clearly is the power behind the throne

emperor wants to chat w him solo..does she ALSO need a rescue? damn this man does not have a big enough carriage to hold y'all

saintess just exposing him 😭😂😭😂

Fan Xian is the best when he's a flailing dork

She DOES need a rescue

(the empress dowager is hot btw)

They keep using the male pronoun for the emperor but I can't figure if it's a emperor role-based thing or actually a chosen gender. (Verbally there's no gender attached to ta but the english subs say 'he' and the mandarin subs are using 他 instead of 她)

he just invited the saintess to poison him, he really DOES want to make friends

official meeting of the Fan Xian's Mom fan club at Taiping Villa 🎣

Emperor was correct that the Dowager Empress party is not gonna let him take Yan Bingyuan home without a lot of quality schemes

We actually get a tiny flashback to prior generation with who I presume is Marvolous Mom! !!! I note that she feeds all 3 of them. (JOL still playing coy about who is the real bio dad.) This drama is obsessed with nothing more than refusing to show us people's faces so I'm not surprised we only get her back 😒

Part of me really wants to believe that the whole fishing in a lake with no fish, and then there IS fish is an homage to Stargate but idk how popular it was with VPN savvy cn screenwriters

Yan Bingyuan's life is in Gao Baokun's hands? RIP

Luckily he's obviously a decoy

[suebswrites]

WIP Game

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Thank you for the tag @yanny-77 !

Heads up, some of these I will be extremely coy and mum about. 🤫😈

Fourth Wing Fanfiction (AO3)

- Just Ask Ch 13

- Bridgegiath Ch 2

- Drake/Mira knife stuff

- SECRET SURPRISE [REDACTED]

- Muse (drabble)

- Decoy fic exchange

Original Fantasy

- Rebel Witch (working title)

Picture Books

- Darklight Morning Station

- The Boy With the Paintbrush

- The Girl Who Laughed At The Storm

[dorothydalmati1]

Looney Tunes/Merrie Melodies 1941 Episode 18: A Coy Decoy

Written by Melvin Millar

Directed by Bob Clampett

Animated by Norman McCabe

Voice characterizations by Mel Blanc

[hollowsart]

A porcelain vessel.

Decoyant --(lv33)--> Ambushka

The Porcelain Effigy Pokemon

It feeds on the life energy of those around it from birth, storing it inside its hollow fragile body. Upon evolution, however, it gains a more carnal desire to feed. The unassuming appearance it has draws in many before it opens its mouth to swallow the prey whole. It prefers meals smaller than itself, it stands at about 4 and a half feet tall, while the young stand at just 8 inches.

Despite this, however, they make for great Pokemon to keep around the house for protection in the Volya region. Using their psychic abilities to warp the perception of reality of intruders they lead them either to their demise if they are deemed a threat or are lead far away from the home if they pose no harm.

They are very protective over that which they consider family and will protect their homes and families with their lives. They’re also quite social among themselves, but can be a tad hostile to outsiders.

Decoyant: Decoy, Coy, Clairvoyant Ambushka: Ambush, Babushka, Matryoshka

based on Russian porcelain and matryoshka dolls.

[termiteterraceclub]

Termite Terrace Club - June 7th

1941 - A Coy Decoy - Dir. Bob Clampett

1941 - Hiawatha's Rabbit Hunt - Dir. Friz Freleng

1952 - The Hasty Hare - Dir. Chuck Jones

1969 - Rabbit Stew and Rabbits Too! - Dir. Robert McKimson

TV

2011 - The Looney Tunes Show Season 1: “Reunion” / “Cock of the Walk” / “Fee Fi Fo Dumb”

[dieguin-san-theartist2009]

Okay Guys Let Me Say In This Post What

I'm Find The Origin Of The Image

Of The Creepypasta Of Looney Tunes:

The Daffy Duck Murderer

Creepypasta Version:

The Picture Is Belongs By Ruffles Wiki - Fandom

Original: From The LT Cartoon

A Coy Decoy (1941)

©️ Daffy Duck -> Warner Bros

[where-the-flash]

"The Henpecked Duck": A Morbidly Intensive Reflection (Part 1)

(image: vcrfromheck.tumblr.com)

What you see before you is a facsimile of a VHS tape my grandmother mysteriously owned in the early nineties. The tape was specifically for my older sister and myself in the hopes that it would pacify us if we got too rowdy. My grandmother eventually donated it once we were older....without asking my permission. We're not on speaking terms at the present moment.

The videotape was entitled "Cartoons R Fun", which is embossed on a rainbow you might see arched over Mount Ararat post-Deluge. Indeed, cartoons "r" fun, if you forgive the juvenile usage of a homophonic letter as a plural present tense of the verb "to be".

Daffy Duck, proudly standing on a tan blob with thin pencil lines to signify a nest (one that's peacefully floating on a violet overcast sky), is holding a freshly-hatched, over-sized duckling in his hand, as a quaint HOME SWEET HOME knick-knack looks on lovingly. Not an accurate depiction of the advertised short, but we'll cross that poorly-drawn bridge when we get to it. However, the tilted Dr. Caligari-esque shadow of a window in the background is indicative of the mood of the short in question.

(image: vcrfromheck.tumblr.com)

The tape was top-loaded with four chortle-filled public domain follies produced between 1937 and 1941. Those amusements being, The Henpecked Duck, I Wanna Be a Sailor (see?), Robinson Crusoe Jr., and A Coy Decoy, as the tape advertises in a tacky brush font, on a showbiz marquee being lugged about by two (presumably) unpaid simian laborers, "Henpecked Duck and MANY MORE..." ("Henpecked Duck", as you might have noted, is missing a definite article, adding to the lackadaisical charm of the proceedings).

These tapes were not the best quality. I know this because the last ten seconds of A Coy Decoy are cut out, missing the all-important punchline of Daffy procreating with a toy duck. (it took me fifteen years to discover this, thanks to the miracle of www.youtube). The tape was too short so it ended on a blue screen of death. The shorts were not in black-and-white, nor are they in color, as the box cover deceptively advertises with its omnipresent "all color" rainbow. Rather, it's presented in a dusty sepia-tone (the shorts fell into public domain so I can incorrectly presume that the sepia is an after-effect of neglected film preservation). This in itself is not a bad thing. I like my cartoons to look like the first act of The Wizard of Oz. They look pristine and well-preserved, like something perfectly bronzed to a fine sheen. If I were to flick my finger, the film would make an audible 'ding'.

Anyway, the cartoon that sticks out the most (obviously, it's the main feature) is The Henpecked Duck. Released on August 30th, 1941 (about three months before the United States entered World War II....this was back when the epidemic of housewives battering their husbands with frying pans was of more pressing concern than Hitler), it was directed by Bob Clampett (the insane bad boy of the Warner Bros. animation department) and written by Warren Foster. It concerns a married Daffy Duck getting into some hot water after accidentally misplacing their unborn child. It is an intense piece of marital melodrama framed through the irreverent filter of Looney Tunes.

I've always been drawn to it. Not in any sort of substantive way (I'm not a child of divorce or anything of the sort), but in the sense that it's a piece of media that I've consumed to such a inordinate degree that it gains a kind of vague meaningfulness. It's also an overlooked short that I feel should have a little light drawn towards it, as a way of saving it from the gaping maw of obscurity. And since every piece of media has been discussed to death on the internet, I thought I could annoy you and place my minuscule stakes on this 7-minute short from 1941. Hopefully, this will be the final, definitive word on the subject. My legacy depends on it.

Let's examine this short in embarrassing, navel-gazing detail, shall we?. Not just gazing, mind you, I mean gripping my hairy belly between my two mitts and, depending on how much bendable flexibility I still have stored in my rapidly fading youthful figure, blow into my umbilicus scar, until you hear an audible plop-plop-plop.

(note: I put a sepia filter on these black & white screencaps to simulate how I experienced The Henpecked Duck as a child.)

WAH WAH WAH WAH WAHHHHHHHHHH. Doodly-doo, doodly-doo, scattily woo woo woo woo doo, doodly-doo, doodly-doo, doo doo. (That was obviously Mendelssohn playing over those overlapping rolling pins.)

The short opens on darkness, a cacophony of plaintive whinging blooms on the soundtrack. People are demanding divorces left and right. The camera suddenly springs back from the darkness to reveal the shadowy entrance of what appears to be a ramshackle barn or chicken coop. It's hard to tell considering the entrance takes up the entire frame. The lack of a proper wide establishing shot and the numerous disembodied voices only adds to the feeling of anxious dislocation. A wooden plank leads forbiddingly into the darkness. A crudely written sign hangs over the entrance, "Court of Inhuman Relations."

(A small reservation I have is the sound mixing on the voices being too loud. You can almost hear Carl Stalling's score which, from the few strains that I'm able to eke out, carry an foreboding menace).

Transition to a close-up of Porky's gavel (Porky is presiding over this raucous kangaroo court) rapping on the judge's stand with an aggressiveness too intense for the viewer to even process in these first few seconds. The camera rapidly pulls back from the gavel, to a wider shot of Porky, to an extreme low-angle long shot of the aisle as the crowd quiets down. Already, we have two instances of the camera springing back rapidly from close-ups to establishing shots, as if the cameraman was suddenly dropped out of the sky and is quickly trying to adjust to the foreign scenario he has just encountered. Needless to say, it has a startling effect.

Porky Pig announces the first case of the day: Duck vs. Duck. He orders Mr. Daffy Duck to approach the stand. There is a shot from Porky's perspective where we can see the entire courtroom with Porky's gavel and water jug hugely prominent in the foreground (they take up almost half of the frame, symbolizing the firm grip that the rural judicial system has even over the lowliest waterfowl). The courtroom is a surreal scene indeed. It consists of barnyard animals, from a duck with an abnormally long neck, to a dopey-looking black mutt, to a fat hog sitting uncomfortably on one of the benches, and a snoring elderly hen (who provide a few visual gags near the end of the short).

Daffy Duck slowly shuffles up the aisle. His overbearingly grim disposition are not unlike a POW during the Bataan Death March, with his slouched posture and hangdog eyes. Stalling's score is just as slow and methodical; a prominent trombone emitting a onomatopoeic 'wah-wah'. He walks past the onlooking crowd, eerily still and blurred in the background. The few figures he walks past in the foreground are featureless and emit a dull glow like bronze statues. The stillness of the crowd make Daffy's isolation unbearable.

Daffy approaches the stand as Porky calls up Mrs. Daffy Duck. Before I move on, I must point out a glancing detail and a naggingly under discussed trope of old 30's-40's cartoons: glassy eyelids. Daffy blinks a few times as he looks up at Porky on the stand. His eyelids have a glassy, polished tint, as if run through a shoe buffer. It is an unsettling detail, adding to the surreality of the mise-en-scène.

Mrs. Duck, unlike Daffy, charges up the aisle with a straw boater cocked at an angle, in the manner of old-time gangsters, and a ridiculous poofy ball bouncing from it (what else could one call it but a 'poofy ball'?), giving off a unexpectedly violent energy. Unlike the pathetic trombone used on Daffy, Stalling utilizes blaring trumpets, giving her entrance a martial air. I must amusingly point out that Mrs. Duck is essentially Daffy with a hat and skirt (no pronounced Minnie Mouse eyelashes either).

Shot from an intense low angle close-up, Mrs. Duck, the perennial battle-ax stereotype, chants the four most iconic words of my salad years: "I WANT A DIVORCE! I WANT A DIVORCE!" It's amazing how a single moment can be so easily etched into such an impressionable young mind. The immediacy of it (no one in real life can shout banal declarations with such dramatic relish) and its startling bluntness struck me as unusual in a Looney Tunes short. It's so dramatically heightened when compared to the more relatively light-hearted tone of other Warner Bros shorts. Though as I've grown older, I can't help but see a bit of the parodic in it; melodrama bursting to the brink of burlesque. Not to mention the almost shrill string section that accompany these outbursts.

Mrs. Duck rains a flurry of invective on Daffy (with a couple of thwacks on the head from her vanity parasol). We get a closeup of Daffy, where we get some fine acting on his end. As she twaddles on, he winces and grimaces, being verbally battered into submission. At one point, she commands him to respond. In a subtle bit of comic acting, Daffy opens his beak in an air of sarcasm (noted by the over-exaggerated intake of breath), and just as he's about to speak, he automatically snaps his beak closed just as she tells him to shut up. Henpecked, indeed, if you are unironically tickled by the avian-adjacent pun of its title.

The Honorable Porky Pig orders Mrs. Duck to calm herself and explain the origins of this particular domestic strife. I must point out that as Porky speaks, we get a two-shot of Mr. and Mrs. Duck. It's almost a still shot, except for the poofy ball on her hat, which slowly bounces until it comes to a stop, like a toy soldier winding down. It's a minute detail that adds to her energetic characterization. Even when she's still, she's moving.

At this point we are launched into the dramatic thrust of the short. We are spirited backward into the past by way of flashback. This is where the real fun begins.

We arrive at the abode of the Ducks (we get no exterior establishing shot) where silhouettes (projected on a wall of two by fours, adding to the rural decrepitude) of the couple hover over a nest with a plump half-oval of an egg nestled on top. A framed embroidered artwork of the words "Home Sweet Home" adds a touch of ironic bonhomie (the music of "Home Sweet Home" is gently playing in the background). Mrs. Duck is lovingly instructing Daffy to manually incubate the egg while she goes to visit her mother. She walks past the camera and out of frame. She then violently (and comically) juts her face back into frame (her beak thrusting like a dagger) with an idle threat of strangulation (the music suddenly turns menacing).

Daffy sits obediently on the nest, replying to every matrimonial trumpet blast with the soft-spoken yet seethingly sarcastic, "Yes, m'love." Daffy's comic acting is brilliant here. The frozen smile, the disingenuously coy eye-blinking, the listless, non-committal head nodding. Not to mention Carl Stalling's expressive soundtrack, with Mrs. Duck's dialogue highlighted by stormy percussion and Daffy's highlighted by softer staccato variations on the "Home Sweet Home" theme. When Mrs. Duck leaves, Daffy gets up off the nest and vents out his frustration, mocking her with multiple "Yes, m'love's" (we also get a sense of the wide space of their sparsely furnished house, giving it the feeling of a stage). The omniscient Mrs. Duck suddenly bursts through the door screaming, "What's that?!" Daffy springs back to the nest (the music oddly spring-like itself), a eerie moment of silence before Daffy quietly, obediently says, "Yes, m'love." Mrs. Duck leaves.

After an indeterminate passage of time, Daffy is still sitting on the egg (his arms uselessly crossed as opposed to the demure limpness he expressed when the missus was about), looking bored and restless. Carl Stalling's score here is particularly striking, giving this little interlude a weird note of foreboding. Daffy decides to examine the egg, shake it, and balance it precariously on his digit. How I relate to Daffy's fascination! There is something miraculous about that ovoid vessel. Its perfect shape and dimensions. Its firm yet fragile shell, its smell reminiscent of sticking your hand out of a speeding car window, then smelling the palm once retracted. When you put a knife to a boiled egg, you see its uniform circularity with its white outer layer and its yellow yolk (sans zygote, of course).

Daffy, in a fit of pure sponteneum, lays to rest the age-old chicken-or-the-egg conundrum by rendering it moot. We get an extreme close-up of his hand fondling the egg then pressing the egg between his palms until it is squeezed out of existence. Even Harry Handcuffs couldn't pull off a feat of such trickery. Daffy, standing confidently on his nest like a master sleight-of-hand, chants some magical hoodoo ("Hocus pocus, flippety flam, razzmatazz, and alacazam!") and the egg reappears between his two fingers (with an amusing "boing", clearly a human's voice).

He is amazed by his newfound abilities and addresses the audience with cross-eyed relish. Notice that the borders of the frame move inward so there there is a thick black outline underneath and to the sides. We cut to a wide shot of Daffy stepping off his nest (making a hearty reference to Major Bowes, an old "Gong Show"-esque radio program) and then stepping forward and out of the frame, his feet planted on the black. It's meant to be a fourth-wall gag but it's awkwardly executed because you notice the frame retracting in preparation for the gag. Frankly, I'm not quite sure why they had to break the fourth wall at that particular moment.

Daffy makes the egg disappear again. I must point out Stalling's lovely rendition of Juventino Rosas' waltz, "Sobre las Olas" (Over the Waves), a calming Wurlitzer standard, but like its title, suggests that Daffy is heading into choppy waters. He repeats the magic words and, lo and behold, the egg does not reappear. Daffy's eyes bulge out of his head and looks at the audience, shrugging with uneasy reassurance. He tries again. Same result. The tempo of the scene steadily grows faster (along with the score) as Daffy desperately tries to make the egg reappear. Daffy is now hysterically banging the floor, imploring an indifferent deity to make his unborn child whole again. Of course, it wouldn't be Looney Tunes if they didn't make Daffy break the fourth wall ("Say, is there a magician in the house?"), then immediately falling back into character (now that felt like a more appropriate fourth-wall gag than the previous one). A clock ticks on unrepentantly.

(continued in Part 2...I hoped to fool you and claim it's Part 1 as a dramatic cliffhanger for this intense marital thriller...it's only because Tumblr allows 30 images per post so I had to break it up into two parts....I apologize if I have completely demystified this [allegedly] mature and thoughtful examination)

[v-translyrics]

Telecaster B-boy — 3

English translyrics

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As I grow older in this day and age

The less I fit in, into the vacant space

The wise man had some clever words to say

So the girl grew wings and flew away

They spew pretty words like it makes them clean

As he ties his shoes, falling apart at the seams

Then they cast a curse, guiltless as you please

So the boy blew away and became the breeze

Rocking, and rolling, to a peaceful end

They'll only thank you once you're dead

Telecaster B-boy

Your heart a fake decoy

I know you're lying, but say you love me

Don't like how you act so coy

G-girl I'm not your toy

Still won't you dance this bloody dance with me?

One way or another, we're playing with death

But we can paint a pretty picture with our hands stained red

Telecaster B-boy

Don't want your fake decoy

Isn't there anyone who'll show me real love?

The way they all look at me, it makes me sick

Indulging in biases, so sadistic

Like a bumblebee, she'll dance and sing

The girl blossomed like a rose in spring

No matter how hard I try to drown them out

They just get louder with their shouts

Their words pierced his heart and echoed in his chest

The boy turned his back on the rest

Spinning, and swaying, this folie à deux

At the end of it all, I bid you adieu

Telecaster B-boy

Argument null and void

I don't want the empty words you speak

Stop making all that noise

G-girl lower your voice

Letting down your guard so carelessly

Wipe off the tears, and hold your head up high

The scars of the past are proof that you survived

Telecaster B-boy

If your heart's not destroyed

Isn't there anyone who'll show me real love?

It's hard to keep breathing

Trapped in this world we're in

I feel like I'm losing my mind

I didn't choose to be

It's my reality

Hope we can meet again another time

Telecaster B-boy

Your heart a fake decoy

I know you're lying, but say you love me

Don't like how you act so coy

G-girl I'm not your toy

Still won't you dance this bloody dance with me?

One way or another, we're playing with death

But we can paint a pretty picture with our hands stained red

Telecaster B-boy

Don't want your fake decoy

Isn't there anyone who'll show me real love?

[babyawacs]

@all @world @bbc_whys criminal securitypolicy top3 is psy chiatrisation criminalisation sssexxxsleaze performance is de coyed instead you ping pong thrown objects from: incontrary your own judgements and when: incontrary your duration oncase

@all @world @bbc_whys criminal securitypolicy top3 is psychiatrisation criminalisation sssexxxsleaze performance is decoyed instead you ping pong thrown objects from: incontrary your own judgements and when: incontrary your duration oncase I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOLE…

[tomgirl504ever]

CRUSH

something for your mind your body and your soul its the power to arouse curiosity the purpose the goal which one acts on a journey of force hot like the sun and wet the rain rhythmatic movements in unison with others prolong an act of sensation with no limits or boundaries eternities have past wrong is right it’s the point of greatest intensity pleasures of the highest sense feelings of warmth and security willing and unwilling sensations of the mind a condition the ultimate seduction the realm GOODNESS SAKES PLEASE STOP IT let me tell you bout a boy i really want to fuck i met him at the laser tag behind the lakeside mall he’s rad he’s hot and maybe 6 feet tall he paid for all my tokens chugged a coke then scurried off i’m pretty bad at keeping cool not knowing when to stop i’m really tryna keep it coy not go over the top i should go incognito if he stops playing the part but i can’t help myself so i aim straight for his heart I’M OBSESSED YEAH I NEED HIM TWIRLING ROUND MY PRETTY LITTLE FINGERS GOT A SHOULDER FOR YOU JUST TURN ON YOUR BLINKER I’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU ROUND THE CORNER HE’S MY CRUSH YEAH I WANT HIM BAD I CAN COP A U-IE IF HE DRIVES ME MAD GOT A SHOULDER FOR YOU JUST TURN ON YOUR BLINKER I’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU ROUND THE CORNER you’re the kinda boy that i would wish from lady luck perfect kinda pokerface that leaves you shaken up  i’m starstruck psychic beginning of the end you’ll ruin my life at least we got to play pretend baby be my boy toy my sneaky link my decoy running hand in hand ill follow you into the void boy I’M OBSESSED YEAH I NEED HIM TWIRLING ROUND MY PRETTY LITTLE FINGERS GOT A SHOULDER FOR YOU JUST TURN ON YOUR BLINKER I’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU ROUND THE CORNER HE’S MY CRUSH YEAH I WANT HIM BAD I CAN COP A U-IE IF HE DRIVES ME MAD GOT A SHOULDER FOR YOU JUST TURN ON YOUR BLINKER I’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU ROUND THE CORNER