#and go listen to karma chameleon

[omgeto]

you are the smelliest person I know.

[shaniacsboogara]

little lizard man oc from two years ago coming back to haunt me was NOT what i expected to happen tonight

[konnorhasapen]

I HAD AN IDEA AND NOW I AM EXERCISING THAT IDEA

ASSIGNING EACH LISTENER AN EXOTIC PET AND ALSO NAMING THAT PET

I think this may have turned into an oc thing💀

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Lasko's listener: I just established the other day that they own an axolotl named Cella (that Freelancer is hellbent on calling "Celery" and Huxley loves her ((the axolotl))sm) and this is canon to me now. They also have a Chinese water dragon named Lotus bc I said so :)

Freelancer: do rats count as an exotic pet?? (Google says they do-) They named her Gribby. This is also canon to me.

Angel: they 100% have a sugar glider named Goblin (and David is terrified of him.) They want a fennec fox and they will get a fennec fox and they will name her Deedee. Short for Speed Demon.

Baabe: snake. They own a snake and they named her Rory and Asher loves her to death.

Sweetheart: chameleon. His name is Karma and he and Aggro are besties to the max.

Darlin': a fucking raccoon. Or a badger. Either one named Cujo.

Lovely: they own a bat named Valentina.

Bright Eyes: also owns a rat, but they didn't him Remi. They couldn't remember the rat's actual name so instead they ended up naming him fuckin Ratatouille💀

Starlight: albino ferret albino ferret albino ferret and she's named Carina :)

Seer Obscura: literally owns a barn owl named Tiresias.

Cutie: they have a couple mice they named Allen and Atlas.

Honey: iguana named Geechee, but he also responds to the name Bee for some odd, unknown reason (*cough* Guy-)

Warden: snake. Burmese python. I feel like they would want to name her, but wouldnt know what to name her, so they'd settle for Mesii (to base it slightly off "burmese")

Mentor/Baby: four ferrets. Four ferrets that are specifically named Inky, Blinky, Pinky, and Clyde.

Smartass: they have a bearded dragon named Ivy and she vibes with Aaron.

Sunshine: they have chinchilla siblings named Nimbus and Nebula :3

Anton's listener: they have 2 tree frogs named Mika and Aivo, and a chinchilla named Seria (I like my chinchillas, okay?? I've always wanted one-)

James' listener: hedgehog named Morose and he's the cutest little baby James has ever laid his eyes on.

Asset: they found a mouse in the vents one time and they've kept it ever since. They named her Thias. They like to show Thias to Anton. Anton likes to see Thias(Thias reminds him of Seria). They have also introduced Thias to Brian. Brian also likes Thias. Most of the people working with/on Asset know Thias.

Precious: they aren't allowed to own a pet. Because owning a pet means giving their love and affection and attention to someone other than Regulus.

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Bonus Bits!

Damien: ...Freelancer, I think you have rats.

FL: huh?? Oh, no, that's just Gribby.

Damien: *petting Gribby* who names a pet "Gribby"?

FL: I do. Oh- don't touch her left back leg.

Damien: why? Is she hurt?

FL: I got her checked out first few times it happened, but they said nothin' was wrong.

Damien: then why..?

FL: she just starts screaming.

Damien: what.

☆

David: Angel, I'm—

Goblin, who escaped his habitat: *zooms up the fridge and soars straight towards David, landing on his face and getting comfy on his head*

Angel: Goblin, where'd you go!? Oh! Aww! He loves you!

David: *frozen with fear*

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Sam: Darlin'?

Darlin': hm?

Sam: why's there a raccoon/badger on your kitchen counter?

Darlin': that's Cujo.

Sam: ...Cujo was-

Darlin': "mEhMeHmEhMeH cUjO wAs a dOg tHoUgH" let me name my trash panda/rage skunk whatever tf I want.

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Vincent: you got a pet bat?

Lovely: yeah! I wanted to name her Vincent as well, but then I thought you might get confused, so I went with Valentina instead! ^-^

Vincent: *teary-eyed* you wanted to name her after me??

Vincent: ...wait- you thought I'd get confused-

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Vincent: did you buy a rat?

Bright: I found it in the trash can and he's mine now.

Vincent: o..kay. Does he have a name?

Bright: um, duh. Anyone who owns a rat and doesn't name it Ratatouille is committing an actual crime against humanity.

Vincent: ...hold on.., wasn't the... wasnt the rat's name Remi?

Bright: ...

Vincent: ... I-

Bright: y'know what Vincent?

Vincent: wha-

Bright: shut the fuck up.

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Chat: you have a pet!??

Honey: yeah *fetches Geechee from his habitat* His name's Geechee

Chat: YOU HAVE A PET LIZARD!?!?

Honey: iguana*. Anyway, this is Geechee, but I've noticed he also responds to the name "Bee" and I have some speculations as to why that is.

Guy, in chat: I haven't the slightest clue what you could possibly be talking about.

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Baby: I found these poor little guys in a box thrown in a trash can.

Ollie: OHMYGOD CAN WE KEEP THEM? HAVE YOU NAMED THEM SO WE CAN KEEP THEM??

Baby: yes, we're keeping them and no, I haven't named them yet.

Ollie: ..suggestion?

Baby: I suppose.

Ollie, immediately: Inky Blinky Pinky and Clyde!

Baby: *sigh* goddamnit, those are gold.

Ollie: Inky Blinky Pinky and Clyde?

Baby: *nods* Inky Blinky Pinky and Clyde.

Ollie: YES!

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Asset: hi Marcus!

Marcus: jEsus chRIst- you scared me half to-...

Marcus: what do you have?

Asset: I found someone!

Marcus: you... found someone..?

Asset: *opens their hands to show a petite lil mousey* I've decided to name her.

Marcus: oh- y-yeah? And.. what did you...name her..?

Asset: Thias!

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Asset: good evening, Anton.

Anton: good evening

Asset: Thias says hello, too!

Anton, with a tired but genuine smile: hello and good evening to you as well, Thias.

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This was fun. I had much fun. This was so much fun :3

[trinimusicophile]

Culture Club - Karma Chameleon

Desert loving in your eyes all the way If I listen to your lies, would you say I'm a man (a man) without conviction I'm a man (a man) who doesn't know How to sell (to sell) a contradiction You come and go, you come and go

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon You come and go, you come and go Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green

Didn't hear your wicked words every day And you used to be so sweet, I heard you say That my love (my love) was an addiction When we cling (we cling), our love is strong When you go (you go), you're gone forever You string along, you string along

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon You come and go, you come and go Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green

Every day is like survival (survival) You're my lover (my lover), not my rival Every day is like survival (survival) You're my lover (my lover), not my rival

I'm a man (a man) without conviction I'm a man (a man) who doesn't know How to sell (to sell) a contradiction You come and go, you come and go

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon You come and go, you come and go Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon You come and go, you come and go Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon You come and go, you come and go Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon

[terastalungrad]

NEW FEATURE: Now That's What I Call Rankings

I'm going to listen to every album in the UK Now That's What I Call Music compilation series and pick the best five tracks from each.

Now That's What I Call Music 1

28 November 1983

5 - That's All; Genesis

Love the rhythm, love the incredibly groovy keyboard, and Phil Collins nails the vocals.

4 - The Lovecats; The Cure

Wonderful bass, and I adore Robert Smith's catlike vocals.

3 - Moonlight Shadow; Mike Oldfield

Romantic and lush - big fan of the harmonies and pace. Hardly a moment for vocalist Maggie Reilly to catch a breath. Great guitar solo kicks it to the next level.

2 - Too Shy; Kajagoogoo

So perfectly of its time. Love the blend of the synth, guitars and drums. And I love the chorus to bits.

Honourable Mentions

These songs are also great:

You Can't Hurry Love; Phil Collins

Is There Something I Should Know?; Duran Duran

Red Red Wine; UB40

Karma Chameleon; Culture Club

The Safety Dance; Men Without Hats

Down Under; Men At Work

Baby Jane; Rod Stewart

Whenever I Lay My Hat (That's My Home); Paul Young

Candy Girl; New Edition

Tonight, I Celebrate My Love; Peabo Bryson & Robert Flack

Waterfront; Simple Minds

The Sun and the Rain; Madness

Victims; Culture Club

1 - Total Eclipse of the Heart; Bonnie Tyler

No other song stood a chance, really. Absolutely phenomenal song. The drama! The way it builds! Tyler's voice! And I have so much respect for the fact that it takes nearly two minutes before we get to hear the title of the song.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: September 5, 1983

Lyrics:

Desert loving in your eyes all the way

If I listen to your lies, would you say

I'm a man (a man) without conviction

I'm a man (a man) who doesn't know

How to sell (to sell) a contradiction

You come and go, you come and go

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon

You come and go, you come and go

Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams

Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green

Didn't hear your wicked words every day

And you used to be so sweet, I heard you say

That my love (my love) was an addiction

When we cling (we cling), our love is strong

When you go (you go), you're gone forever

You string along, you string along

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon

You come and go, you come and go

Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams

Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green

Every day is like survival (survival)

You're my lover (my lover), not my rival

Every day is like survival (survival)

You're my lover (my lover), not my rival

I'm a man (a man) without conviction

I'm a man (a man) who doesn't know

How to sell (to sell) a contradiction

You come and go, you come and go

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon

You come and go, you come and go

Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams

Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon

You come and go, you come and go

Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams

Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon

You come and go, you come and go

Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams

Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green

Songwriter:

George Alan O'Dowd / Jonathan Aubrey Moss / Michael Emile Craig / Philip Stuart Pickett / Roy Ernest Hay

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Culture Club

[shipsgaysfordays]

What? (Mary and Sirius POV)

Links to the other chapters here

I’m updating this fic again, I know it’s a shocker. I’m really hoping to get this done over the summer. Also, if you haven’t read any of this fic, I’ll be honest that I think it is totally possible to just jump in in this chapter. Like some shit might not make as much sense, but I’m happy if anyone gets into the fic at any point please.

“There’s a lovin’ in your eyes, all the way. If I listen to your lies would you say, I’m a man, without conviction? I’m a man who doesn’t know how to make a decision. You come and go, you come and go-o-o-o.” 

Mary’s portable radio emits Boy George’s voice, as Harry and her listen along. A stuffed bear in the boys hands, crochet together, sewn up in spots, thin with years of love causing stuffing to spew out.

As the chorus begins and the “karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon” is repeated over and over on the radio, Harry’s leg shakes with excitement and he flops the bear (Mr. Beary) ‘s arms around. 

 Sitting on the couch, Mary hears the sound of a car engine running, driving closer and closer. She grins from ear to ear at Harry, both gitty that his parents would be home in just a few moments. 

The door bangs into the wall with momentum, as Lily bolts inside, running into the living room, and wraps her son in her arms. Kissing him all over, Harry giggles. 

“See, I told you she would be home soon,” Mary smiled.

James walked in to find this scene, his wife and son together, and Mary just kind of there. 

“Well, I was going to ask if I could have my son, but he seems a bit preoccupied. How did things go with babysitting, Mary?” He turned to face her. 

“No fires, accidents, or pranks–so better than babysitting a drunk 16-year-old you,” she remarked. 

“Give him time, greatness wasn’t made in a day.”

“It’s Rome wasn't built in a day,” Lily corrects, brushing her hand in Harry’s hair,“and you better not be insulting this sweet boy, trying to make him a troublemaker like you.”

“Nothing of the sort, just leaving options open,” James grins. 

“Sure James, sure,” Mary winked. 

“I don’t believe McGonagall would appreciate ANOTHER POTTER terrorizing the school with mischief.”

“And I don’t believe Harry should have his head glued to a textbook for his whole schooling experience.”

James picked up a magazine, flipped to a random page and placed it down on his son's head. Harry held onto his new hat, making sure to keep it on as his mother incessantly began swatting it off.

“I’m not saying that–” Lily interjected.

“But it’s his decision.”

“What would you like to do Harry?” Mary cut in, “when you finally go to Hogwarts?”

The kid thought for a moment, his hand on his chin in an adorable yet deep in thought expression, he glanced at his mother and father, “Don’t know…”

“Nothing comes to mind?”

“It’s a secret.”

“A secret?” the three adults spoke in unison.

“Can we know the secret?” James asked as Lily let Harry down, him having gotten a bit too big to be held for super long. 

“You’ll find out later.”

Things went silent for a moment, until the little boy said, “Miss Mary can know.”

The husband and wife made an amused smirk as Harry waddled over and whispered in Mary’s ear, “Magic.”

Mary couldn’t help laughing, “Yeah, I think you’ll get plenty of opportunities to do that there.”

Harry leaned back over, “and quidditch!” He spoke just a bit too loud for the poor woman’s ear drums and for the secret status of the words.

Mary got up and tapped James on the shoulder, “He’s your son alright.”

“I’ve never felt the need to question the paternity of my child, but thank you for letting us know,” Lily quipped. 

“So,” Lily taps the seat on the couch next to her, staring into Mary’s soul while in mom mode, “how did things go while we were away?”

“They went fine, again, he’s eaten and slept, he’s alive and you’re happy, right Harry?”

Harry laid on the floor, playing dead. 

“Oh Merlin, we’ve lost him, noooooooo,” James played, shaking his son, “how could you do this Mary?”

“What did he eat?”  Lily rolled her eyes at the antics.

“Cheese on toast for dinner, some yogurt and fruit for breakfast, and we haven’t eaten lunch just yet but he’s stolen quite a few of my biscuits as a snack so he may not want lunch too soon.”

“How much sleep did he get?”

“We went to bed around…8,” Mary lied.

“Lily, stop trying to interrogate her,” James interjected as he shook Harry’s arms about, still trying to get him up and alive.

“I’m not–”

“You are, lying doesn’t look good on you dear, either of you,” he winks at Mary.

Harry giggles as James begins tickling his stomach. 

“HE’S ALIVE!” Mary gasps. 

“I think I may need to get some tools and experiment on this great discovery of necromancy, if you need me or patient zero, we’ll be up in his room,” James holds Harry’s hand and leads him out the room, turning to Lily and winking before heading up the stairs.

“What was the wink about? Are you guys gonna get into some…interesting stuff of your own later?” Mary smirks.

Lily’s face is redder than her hair. “What? Heh, no, ummm, actually….oh, how do I say this?”

“Probably verbally, you could try sign though, I’m still pretty new to learning it though so I may not get it.”

“You’re learning sign language?”

“Here and there, but that’s beside the point.” Mary leans in holding Lily’s warm cheeks with her hands, “What’s your secret? Would it be better to whisper in my ear like the kid did?”

Lily smiles, “James and I aren’t in a romantic relationship anymore.”

Mary’s eyes go as wide as the world, scratch that, the galaxy. 

“And that’s…okay, that’s good? You’re smiling about it, so…”

“Yes, it’s good, Mary.”

“So, you’re just fucking no strings attached…with a kid?”

“What? No,” Lily laughed, “I don’t–we just don’t feel that way about each other, we’re mates, and despite a long time of both of us denying it, we’re not really into each other.”

“Then why?” Mary asked, sounding as though a rock shattered her glass heart. 

“It made his parents happy, it made my parents happy, everyone expected it. It was some fated love, something that was bound to happen, but when it came down to it there wasn’t much there. James is amazing, he’s the best father any kid could have, but I never really wanted a husband and he never truly wanted a wife.”

“So, no more marriage for Madame Lily?” Mary plastered a smile onto her face.

“Maybe someday, if Harry’s fine with it and it’s not too awkward for all of us. Not to a man though, I’m…a lesbian.” 

“Oh…..did you find some gal here?”

“Sort of, she’s a lot more nearby than you would expect,” Lily leaned in. 

She’s not, she cannot be saying, no.

“Oh,” the sound came out of Mary’s mouth without her even thinking of it, not even knowing as the neurotransmitters had sent signals from her brain right through the larynx and the sound landed out of her lips. 

“I missed you, more than anything else in the world, I missed you,” Lily’s eyes were like moss, beautiful clumps of colors, begging to be seen, to be known, to be loved once more by this viewer of the earth. 

“I missed you too, but–” Mary started.

Rudely she was interrupted by the sound of a loud thud and crackle of wall by the garage entrance followed by a quite loud “DAMN IT.”

(Changing to Sirius’ POV for a bit because it’s necessary for the story)

At  the scene of the destruction as James is transfiguring the wall to be fixed with Sirius next to him, a little bit of blood on zer knuckles. 

“I know that they are hurting and I need to give him time, but I am hurting too. And I love Moony, but…I am hurting too and I want to help him but I’m not even whole. How can I give myself when all that’s left are broken pieces and parts and screams and breaking walls and–” Sirius’ hands moved wildly as ze spoke, all culminating in zer sitting in the fetal position. 

“Sirius,” James interrupted, “you’re fine to give yourself time, we could play some quidditch or do something else that you love, your world doesn’t have to revolve around Moony.”

Sirius stared off.

“I don’t know how to be with them anymore, still I don’t know how to live without them. They’re everything to me, and just yesterday they were trying to kill me.”

“Give yourself space.”

“But he needs–”

“He needs to figure themself out, just the same as you, you need to figure out whether it’s more beneficial to figure yourselves out together or apart.”

“I’ve been away from them for years, I don’t want to waste whatever time…” Sirius started to tear up.

“It’s not wasting time to get out, Sirius, but the decision is up to you.” James held zer hand up and examined it, “episkey,” he mutters softly. 

There’s a moment of silence as the two men look at each other, the years wearing on both of them though more visibly obvious in Sirius, as though ze had been in Azkaban for 12 years rather than simply 3. Bandages still on zer neck. Hair long and knotted. Eyes having lost so much of the light and joy that James loved to see in his friend. 

Their silence was interrupted by an only slightly muffled “FUCK” coming from outside. 

Sirius had been staring off, in a bit of a trance. 

“I’m going to go…check on them, can I? Will you be fine?” James touched zeir shoulder to get zer attention. 

Ze nodded, “Just fine Prongs, just fine.”

(Mary POV once more)

When the women arrived at the sight of Sirius sitting on the ground and staring into space, Lily slowly slipped away as Mary turned to her and made a face. James looked at Mary and waved her off, mouthing “I’ve got this.” And despite Mary’s constant desire to interject, she too backed out of the situation knowing that her presence may make things too much for Sirius. 

“I’m gonna make some tea, and maybe some sweets to go along with it. That would convince Remus, they always loved sweets, right?” Lily looked to Mary for assurance after they were out of earshot from James and Sirius. 

“Yeah…” Mary stared back, are we gonna talk about, her mind wandered. 

Flour, cocoa powder, sugar, baking soda, salt, everything that could get on the counters and their clothes somehow did get on the counters and their clothes. Finger sandwiches being made and cut. Store bought croissants being placed on a pan to be warmed up to hopefully fool Sirius into believing they homemade them. Gooey brownies leaving a sweet scent through the room. 

As things were coming out of the oven and cooling off, Lily placed a pot of water to boil and stood next to Mary, both women stacking goodies onto plates. 

“I really did miss you,” Lily said, looking down. 

Unsure of what to say, Mary let the silence afterwards continue. 

“Through all of it, honestly…”

“I missed you too,” Mary finally responded, “but–”

Lily closed the little distance that was between them, her warm breath tingling on Mary’s skin, “but?” she taunted. 

“I–I don’t know if this is right,” Mary’s face was as hot as a furnace, “I don’t know if I can trust you anymore or love you that way anymore after everything.”

“Just be with me now, please, you’re everything to me,” Lily held Mary up against the fridge, and snogged her.

What about James? What about Harry? You have a family that I am not a part of. But Mary doesn’t say the quiet part out loud because she honestly did miss this.

[myown-worstenemy-2003]

You Belong With Me (Steve Harrington)

A/N: Hey y'all! I know it's been a while since I have uploaded anything. Depression and college are a bitch to handle. ANYWAY! Here is me, swerving into Steve's lane but I let it be a reader insert. So I hope y'all enjoy! PS: Miles and Piper are original characters. Also please don't steal my work, I worked really hard on this! Thank you! :) <3

Summary: Based on the song 'You Belong With Me' by Taylor Swift

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“Jill, now you know that’s not what I meant,” Steve said into the phone. You were lying on his bed, pretending not to listen to the conversation that your best friend and his girlfriend were having in another room. 

‘What happened this time.’ you asked yourself. Jill, Steve’s girlfriend, was a pretty blonde cheerleader, just his type. But the thing was that she was always complaining about something. Whether it was about the clouds, a math test, or something someone else was wearing. But today it was about something that Steve had said at your locker today.

You were getting your things out of your locker when you heard someone come up beside you. 

“Is that you, Harrington?” you said as you readjusted your backpack on your back.

“Yeah. It’s me, don’t cream your pants,” he said jokingly. You laughed and then continued on with your normal conversation.

It was a joke that you and he had between the two of you, but apparently, she didn’t care much for it. You couldn’t hear the reply, but it must not have been a happy one because you heard Steve hang up the phone with a sigh. You continued laying on his bed and humming along to Karma Chameleon when he walked in, trying to put a smile back on his face.

“Sorry about that. You know how Jill is,” he said trying to lighten the mood as he sat down on the stair next to his bed. 

“Crazy,” you whispered to yourself. 

“What was that, (L/N)?” he said, moving closer to you.

“What?” you answered back like you said nothing. 

“I thought you said something,” he said.

“No I was singing along to the song,” you said smiling.

“Ah yes, Boy George.” he said smiling listening to the song when it got the chorus you both got up and sang, “Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon. You come and go, you come and go!”

At that moment you knew that Jill will never know Steve like you knew Steve.

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It was the next day. You were sitting on the bleachers in gym class with your girl best friend Piper. You were watching as the cheerleaders were practicing a new cheer. But you couldn’t help but watch whatever Steve was doing. She nudges you out of your thoughts. 

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she said in her southern slang. Piper wasn’t from around here, she just moved here last year but you became friends super fast. If you weren’t hanging out with Steve then you were hanging out with Piper, then vice versa. 

“Nothing. Just thinking about what classes are next,” you said to her.

She looked at you like she didn’t believe you but you ignored it.

“Sooo how are things with Eddie?” you asked excitedly trying to change the subject.

“Good. I don’t believe you,” she said calmly, jumping back to the conversation you were trying to avoid.

“Are you calling me a liar?” 

“I ain’t callin’ ya a truther!” she exclaimed. You sighed looking back over at Steve as he played whatever game they were playing in the gym that day. You knew that she would get it out of you one way or another. 

“Now come on. Tell me what’s goin’ on.” 

You didn’t say anything for a minute until she spoke up again, “Is it about Nicks?” 

You whipped your head to look at her when she used the nickname that you both agreed upon when you wanted to talk about Steve. 

“Why don’t we just call him by his name and not bleep out his name every time we talk about him?” Piper asked one night when you stayed at her house one night.

“Because if we are going to talk about this, I don’t want to get it spread around the school and I ESPECIALLY don’t want, you know who, to find out,” you explained to her. 

“He is literally not here. But can’t we just say Stev-” you started to say his name but you covered her mouth before you could finish it.

You whispered, “Because you never know who could be listening.” Then pointed at the door where you could see a shadow of feet underneath the door.

She got up and opened the door and in tumbled her brother, Miles, and his friends. They all looked up at her. The one with curly brown hair, Dustin, smiled, “Hey Piper.”

She smiled at him, “Hey Dustybuns.” Then once they all got up, they thought everything was fine, playing a little prank on Miles’s sister.

“What did I tell you little shits about listenin’ in on conversations?” she said in her ‘mom’ voice. 

“That it was impolite and that we shouldn’t do it because we don’t want it to happen to us,” they answered in unison. 

“Exactly. Now get out,” she said as they left the room. She closed your door again and sat on the bed. 

“What about Nicks?” she said after putting on one of her records playing “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac. 

“Why Nicks?” you asked. 

“Because you call him,” she started and then whispered, “Stevie.” 

“You, Piper Jones, are a genius,” you said, smiling widely. 

“I know, tell me about it,” she said, laying down in her bed and you doing the same. 

“So it is!” Piper said excitedly. “Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!” 

“Shut up!” you said covering her mouth with your hand. You pulled it back and wiped it on your shirt when she licked your hand.

“I hate when you do that,” you mumbled. 

“Tell me!” she said, moving closer to you. 

“It’s nothing new. It happened again last night. She called bitching about something. And then we went on as if nothing happened. Typical Tuesday night.” you told her. 

“Buuuuut you are thinkin’ about somethin’ else.” Piper sing-songed. 

You sighed, you sometimes hated that she could read you like a book. “I always daydream about how I’m the perfect one for Nicks. Because I am the one for Nicks. But she wears a short cheer uniform and skirts. While I wear T-shirts. For Christ's sake, she’s even the Cheer Captain and I’m sitting on the bleachers dreaming about the day when he realizes that I’m the one he’s looking for this whole time.”

Piper blinked a couple of times, “Damn now I wish you had fallin’ in love with me.”

You giggled a little. 

“Come on (Y/N), you know I would be the better boyfriend than ANYONE here,” she said jokingly, slinging an arm over my shoulders. 

“Hey! You trying to steal my girl (L/N)?” Eddie Munson said, coming over to you two. 

“More like she’s trying to steal me!” you answered, laughing.

He laughed, “Piper, sweetie, we talked about this. You can’t just steal other people!”

“I just can’t help it! This one is so darn precious! I mean, look at her!” Piper said, patting and pinching your cheeks lightly while you laughed and blushed a little. 

When you opened your eyes again you saw Steve looking up at you three, Piper waved happily and excitedly, you waved too but not as show-y. He chuckled and waved back. 

Little did you know, while Piper was pinching your cheeks, Steve was watching this little scene going down wishing that he was with you. Making you giggle and blush.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A few weeks later Steve had planned a ‘family’ picnic in the park for the six kids that he ‘adopted’ along with your friends. After you guys had eaten the group split of to do their own thing. El and Nancy were talking on the blanket that Steve had brought. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Miles, and Eddie were messing around on the playground. Max, Robin, Erica, and Piper were sitting under a tree talking. You and Steve were sitting on a bench under a tree far enough away no one would hear you but you could still see everyone. When one of the boys (most of the time Eddie) looked like they were going to do something stupid, Piper would yell at them to ‘stop or they would be put in time out.’ 

Steve chuckled, “Piper is going to make a great mother one day.” 

You giggled along, “She already is when she has her brother and his friends at her house. Don’t even get her started when Eddie comes over when they are all there too.”

He laughed again and you laughed along. God it’s been so long you had seen him laugh like that. 

While Steve was watching everyone interact, you took a moment to take a good look at him. Him and his perfect hair, his worn-out jeans. He was effortlessly pretty. This is how it should be. Us with our friends happy with each other. No one else. Just us. Wouldn’t that be easy?

“What are you looking at?” he asked, looking at you smiling. God that smile could light up the whole town.

“I was just thinking about how I haven’t seen you smile in a while. How are things with Jill?” you asked him, even though it hurt, you weren’t going to show that. 

His smiled faltered a little, “We um. We broke up a few days ago. She said that she wasn’t getting what she needed out of the relationship.”

“I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?” you offered even though you didn’t really want to, you needed and wanted to be there for your best friend.

He shook his head and you nodded yours. You guys sat in silence listening to the muffled sounds of conversations from your friends. 

“She said that she felt that she never got to know me because I never opened up. She thought I wasn’t telling her everything. She said I was spending too much time with my friends and not with her.” 

You listened to what he said but thought about it. But the more that you listened to what he said that he did wrong, the more upset you got. After he was finished you both sat in silence for a few minutes again.

“Stevie?” you asked. 

He looked up at you and hummed in response.

“What were you doing with a girl like Jill?” you asked when you finally got the courage to ask. 

He was confused,”What? What do you mean?” 

You sighed, “What I mean is, why were you with Jill? I saw that she didn’t make you happy. Why did you let her bring you down?”

“Bring me down? I never let her bring me down.” he answered.

“Yes she did. We haven’t done this since you started dating Jill! Everytime we would hang out, she would call or something would come up and you could have to help her. We literally had to schedule when we would hang out.” you said getting upset.

“That’s not fair (Y/N).” he said.

“Not fair? Not fair! What’s not fair is that I didn’t get to see my best friend as often because he had a new girlfriend that was possessive and didn’t want nothing to do with me. So the best friend got the short end of the stick.” you starting to get louder.

“Where is this coming from?” he asked because you never got loud unless you were really upset about something. 

You sighed as angry tears started to form in your eyes but you refused to let them fall, “You belong with me Steve. I’m the one who understands you. I’m the one standing by and waiting at your back door for you to come running to me anytime you needed me. I’m the one who has been here all along, why can’t you see that?”

He was speechless.

“I remember when you drove to my house in the middle of the night because Dustin had become friends with Eddie and you thought that he was going to forget about you. But I made you remember no matter what Dustin would always be your friend and he would always look up to you. He might look up to Eddie for now, but he has and will always look up to you. This kids have always looked up to you. When you drove to my house that night, you just wanted me to make you laugh because you knew you were going to cry. And I know your favorite songs. I don’t think that you tell anyone else about your dreams of become a superhero called The Hair. You belong with me Stevie.”

He didn’t know what to say. You basically just confessed that you were in love with him, your best friend, and he was just sitting there.

You got up from the bench and ran over to where Piper was, she looked up smiling. But when she saw that there were tears running down your face, you knew what had happened. Piper got up from her spot from under the tree and held her, “Oh hon. Come on let’s get you home.”

She turned to look at the girls that she was previously sitting, “Will y’all be okay here?” 

They both nodded their heads, you smiled, “Okay.”

She started walking you and her to her car and yelled at Eddie in the process, “Eddie!”

From the monkey bars that Eddie was currently hanging off like a bat, his back to you, he yelled back, “Yes, sweet thing?”

“Can you make sure that the kids get back home safe?” she yelled as she got you into the car. 

“Yeah!” he said not exactly paying attention. Once she had you settled in the car, Piper sped walked over to the group of boys.

“Eddie.” Dustin trying to warn him. 

“Whaaat?” Eddie said not understanding why he was being warned. 

“Piper looks pissed man.” Miles said to him. Eddie dropped down from the monkey bars and saw her coming towards him. 

“Oh shit.” he said to himself. Once she got close to him, she grabbed his ear. 

“Ow ow ow ow.” he said.

“Are you listenin’ to me?” she said holding his ear in her hand.

“Yes ma’am.” he said, she let go of his ear and one of his hands rubbed his ear to help soothe the ‘pain’.

“I’m takin’ Jade back to my house because she’s goin’ through some stuff, okay? Can you make sure that the kids make it back home safely?” she asked him. 

He nodded his head still holding his ear.

“And make sure you keep an eye on Steven too? He just got shit put on his plate that he might not have been ready for.”

He nodded again, holding his ear, pouting.

Piper sighed and kissed him on his pouting lips, “Better?”

He grinned widely, “Better. Also did I ever tell you how sexy you sound when you get mad. Your accent gets so much thicker and it makes me want to-” 

He was cut short by both Miles and Dustin hitting him in the stomach. Piper walked away to sounds of the boys saying ‘don’t talk about my sister that!’ and ‘please! she’s like a sister to me!’

While this was happening, you were sitting in Piper’s car trying not to think about Steve’s face when you told him everything that you had ever been feeling. Hot tears were now streaming down your face and all you wanted to do was go to her house and not leave.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Piper had an old record of the Eagles playing while she was making dinner. When you both had gotten home Piper got you into her room and you both laid in her bed and let you cry and blubber until you couldn’t anymore. After you were all cried out and tired Piper told you ‘a shower helps wash away all the bad things.’ She got pajamas from the drawer of things that she lets you keep here since your at each others house all the time. You got in the shower and thought about what she said. You washed yourself as you let all of the bad feelings wash down the drain and but you couldn’t quite scrub the feeling of sadness after seeing Steve’s face when you confessed to him. But you have to admit when you got out, you felt a little better. 

You walked down the hallway into the kitchen, following the scent of something smelling good, and Piper’s old tunes. 

“Hey there (N/N).” she said smiling at you. 

You sat at the kitchen table watching Piper do her thing, “Hey.”

“How you doin’?” she asked as she was finishing her cooking.

“Fine.” you said, lying but she knew that. 

She nodded, “Well, my Nana always told me, the remedy for a heartbreak is a hearty meal, laughter, and good friends. And I am the package deal baby.”

You laughed a little, she knew just what to do to make you smile. She sat down the best cheeseburger that anyone in there lives could taste and a plate of fries. You smiled and dug right in. She knew this was your comfort food. 

After you ate, you both sat on the couch and watched rom-coms and ate ice cream until your stomach hurt. After all of the ice cream in the house was gone was when your eyes started to feel heavy in the middle of Say Anything. 

“Alright darlin’, let’s go to bed, I might be a big girl, but I’m not strong enough to carry you into my room.” Piper said helping you up and into her room. Once you got settled in, you were out like the light. She looked over at the clock on her table, 8:23.

“Good night hon,” she said turning the lights off and going into the living room and kitchen to clean up before anyone got home.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

“You shouldn’t be here!” 

“I just need to talk to her! Please.” 

You groaned as you heard muffled voices from down the hallway. Your head hurt from the crying that you had done earlier that day. You looked over at the alarm clock on Piper’s bedside table, 11:04. Who was here at this late at night? Piper wasn’t beside you so she must be talking to the person at the door.

You got up and walked to the door just in case something happened and Piper needed helped. As you got closer to could hear who the other voice was more clearly.

“Please Piper. I’m begging you. I fucked up so back and I need to explain why I acted the way I acted. Please.” you heard Steve from the front door.

She sighed, “Steven you know how much I would love for you too to talk it out, she ain’t ready. Plus she’s sleepin’. Has been since 8. I was always taught to never poke a bear when it’s sleepin’, so I’m sorry but you’ll just have to wait ‘til she comes around in the mornin’.”

He sighed, “Can you at least tell her I came by when she wakes up? I really need to tell her something.”

“Tell me what?” you said having enough of hiding in your feelings.

“Hey hon! You okay?” Piper asked as she walked up to me. 

“Yeah I’m okay.” you said nodding your head. 

“Steve is here and wants to talk to you. Do you think you’re up for it?” she asked you like a mom making sure everything was okay with their small child. 

“Yeah, I’m good.” you said as you walked into the living room.

“Okay. I’ll let him. If you need anything, you call for me, okay? I mean it.” she said. You nodded your head at her motherly ways.

“Alright Steven, she wants to talk to you, but if anything goes sour and I get called in there, you’re gone. Understood?” she told him, giving him a ‘talking-to’ at the front door.

“Yes ma’am.” Steve said nodding his head, you let him in and into the living room.

“I’ll be in my room if y’all need anything. Make yourselves at home.” she said. Which sounded like an oxymoron because it felt like a battlefield. 

It was silent even after they listened to Piper go into her room and close her door. 

Steve cleared his throat breaking the silence, “I like your shirt.”

You looked down at your shirt and you didn’t even realize it but you were wearing one of his shirts. 

“Thanks. I stole it from you about a year ago when we had the big family sleepover.”

He smiled, “Yeah that was fun.”

The room went silent.

“I can give it back to you later after I wash it.” you said.

“No, no! You keep it. It looks good on you.” he said, blushing a little after saying that last part. 

Silence again.

He sighed, “Alright I’m just going to say it. I’m sorry about the way I acted at the park (Y/N). A lot of things were running through my mind and I just wasn’t done processing what you had said. When I finally did, you were gone, in Piper’s car, driving away. I didn’t want to chase after you because I wanted you to have your time and space. But I wanted to chase after you so bad. I wanted to chase after the car, make Piper stop and tell you how I felt right then. But I was stupid and I waited. The longer I waited the more it ate me inside that you liked me. That my best friend who I have been in love with since we met, liked me back. I was just too blind to see it because I thought that you were too good for me. I never thought you would like me. But now I see that you had been here all along. You were standing right beside me every step of the way for everything that I went through. And as I look back at it all these years of not know this. I want to just bang my head against the wall because of how could I have not known. I belong to you.”

You smiled with tears in your eyes, “You’re right, you are stupid.”

He laughed a litte, “After all of that and that is all you hear?”

You lean up to him and kiss him on the lips, you mold together perfectly. It was like the missing puzzle piece. Everything was perfect until Piper came down the hallway with a baseball bat in her hands ready to swing.

“Alright I don’t know what’s going on! But Steven if you hurt her I wil-!” she saw the scene before her she put the bat down.

“Damn, I thought this was my chance to beat the crap out of you Steven.” she said. 

You and Steve laughed while you laid in his arms when the doorbell rang. You held up your bat and slowly walked toward the door, opening it to see 3 familiar boys.

“Jesus H Christ, what are you doing with that baseball bat Piper?” Eddie said hiding behind Dustin and Miles. Miles unfazed and Dustin with a scared look on his face. 

“Always gotta be ready Edward. It’s just my mom, Miles, and me. Someone’s gotta protect us around here.” Piper answered as the boys walked into the house.

“But hey when did this become about me? (Y/N) and Steve is a couple now!” she said as she ran to put the bat away. 

You looked over at Steve and he looked at you. 

“Yeah we are. Not just best friends. But the best of friends.” Steve said.

“Yeah and boyfriend and girlfriend. Because you belong to me,” you said, kissing his lips.

[icalledyoudumb]

I was tagged for 10 songs from a playlist by @maxiemartmanager and quite frankly, I love a music post sooooo.

Here are the top players in no particular order for 2022

All over the place I know. What are y’all listening to?

@818zombie @necramentia @bitchcraft-x @liftingweights-and-coffeedates @heart-stained-in-hate @tattooedzombigirl @beast-0f-lavendertown @todestrieeeb @kiradical @step-back-let-go @mindxfreak @head-moose @rebel-heart-gypsysoul @dollofsalemx @mor-ris-on

[chelebelleslair]

One: Color in the title: White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane Two: Number in the Title: 99 by Toto Three: Reminds You of Summer: Summer Madness by Kool and the Gang Four: Reminds You of Someone You Want to Forget: Shake Yer Dix by Peaches Five: Needs to be Played LOUD: She Sells Sanctuary by The Cult Six: Makes You Want to Dance: Blame It On The Boogie by The Jacksons Seven: Song to Drive To: Dog Days Are Over by Florence & the Machine Eight: About Drugs or Alcohol: White Lines by Melle Mel Nine: Makes You Happy: Dreaming A Dream by Crown Heights Affair Ten: Makes You Sad: They Won’t Go When I Go by George Michael Eleven: Never Get Tired of It: Running Away by Roy Ayers Twelve: From Your Pre-teen Years: Genius of Love by TomTom Club 3-teen: Favorite 80s Song: Our Lips Are Sealed by Fun Boy Three 4-teen: Song to Play At Your Wedding: Unchained Melody by U2 5-teen: A Cover By Another Artist: Love Machine [The Miracles Cover] by Wham! 6-teen: Favorite Classical Song: Lakme [The Flower Duet] by Delibes 7-teen: To Duet With On Karaoke: n/a 8-teen: From Your Birth Year: Instant Karma! [We All Shine One] by John Lennon [1970] 9-teen: Makes You Think About Life: Mercy Now by Mary Gauthier Twenty: Has Many Meanings to You: Free by George Michael Twenty-1: Song With A Name in the Title: Michelle by Willie Bobo Twenty-2: Moves You Forward: Rise by Herb Alpert Twenty-3: Song You Think Everybody Should Listen To: Mercy Now by Mary Gauthier Twenty-4: Song By A Band You Wish Was Still Together: Everybody Wants Some by Van Halen Twenty-5: Song By An Artist No Longer Living: ‘Round Midnight by Amy Winehouse Twenty-6: Song Makes You Want To Fall In Love: I Wished On The Moon by Billie Holiday Twenty-7: Song That Breaks Your Heart: One Wish by Hiroshima Twenty-8: Song By An Artist With A Voice You Love: Every Time You Say Goodbye by Betty Carter Twenty-9: Song You Remember from Your Childhood: Chameleon by Herbie Hancock Thirty: A Song That Reminds You of Yourself: Sensual World by Kate Bush

[wickedsrest-rp]

Welcome to our weekly round-up! We do these every week to provide plot drops, highlight starters posted that week, and share other information about the setting. Anyone is welcome to use these bullet points in starters, plots, anons etc. Also let us know if you want us to include one of your setting-related plots in here for next week by sending us a bullet point!

What’s new in town?:

Something not quite right is in the air as the impact of the mining accident proves to be more far-reaching than anyone anticipated. Check out our ongoing plot of the week for ways to interact!

Darkling Lake was cleared out early after many witnessed a panicked woman who appeared to be turning into an obsidian statue. She tripped and sunk into the water before she could be questioned. This has caused residents to believe the ooze from the cracks can now affect people. While authorities have assured residents the incident was a prank, their lack of concrete evidence has failed to remove the concern.

Late Sunday evening as the sun set, La Sauce spouted out an alarming amount of the strange black ooze it's known for. While the area is currently roped off by law enforcement, since people in some louder areas of town have appeared to randomly have their mouths zipped shut.

Art Walk has a new mural and it is jarring to say the least. Three lone bagels upon a mountain of cream cheese seem to be staring back at people despite the fact they lack eyes. If someone looks back in just the right spot, they may find a new found enthusiasm for bagels and spreading the word of Bagelism. Others are finding their shoes randomly completely submerged in cream cheese throughout the day, but that's probably a coincidence.

Starters:

Alex is both amused and concerned by the traveling Spongebob statue on campus and is looking for answers

Jasper wishes the art students would stop with the meme art but that doesn't mean it's okay to mess with student's work

Cassius is unsurprised that the crabs are decidedly cursed, but he wasn't expecting a crab rave

Being a good citizen, Ren warns the residents of Wicked's Rest to avoid a particularly rude man

Fang advises people stay away from the Claw at Rock Lobstah, but also plugs her cheap crab removal services

Teagan doesn't know who Spongebob is but she is decidedly unsettled his statue is following her

Stinky air got you down? Metzli too. They're sorry in advance if they try to fight you

It is urgent that Nora gets an address. Can you help?

Place your bets, Bridie has Battle of the Bots going on. Which knife equipped roomba will steal the win?

Just Beau sending the internet well wishes in this most normal of ways while sharing masterful artistry

Milo is eagerly awaiting being able to get and play the new Zelda game, so share your gaming experiences

Luis has questions about who named cat things and why it's called a primodorial pouch

PSA to Jo's Neighbor: No one wants to listen to Karma Chameleon 18 times in a row

[marvellouspinecone]

Hi :) So I'm coming to your ask box to yell about more spooky songs by Sebastian Krämer that would possibly also make good dw episodes/horror movies.

Firstly, my absolute favourite, the first song of his I listened to which immediately made me fall in love with his music: Zackebuh. There is actually a youtube video for this one so you might want to watch that if only to admire the artwork that is his tie (btw also dw related, because the Doctor would totally wear that).

Zackebuh is something like karma incarnated. They live inside your wardrobe and if you've hurt other people they might come out at night. Giggling they will come to your bed, take your hand, lead you through the wall and then you're just gone.

There is no real description of their appearance, but 'buh' is the German way of writing 'boo' and a 'Zacke' is a spike. And I showed the singer different fanarts I had made of the character and they said it most likely looked like the one that was a raggedy version of my sister's sheep plushie. So...

Secondly, there is Alpo, the forest ghost. Which is very mysterious. Apparently they can shapeshift and time travel? And look human? But sometimes animals or humans will just KNOW who they are. So, basically the Doctor.

I interpret the song a little as if Alpo is just curious, travelling the world by jumping from body to body but eventually getting stuck and being unable to move on. Possibly even forgetting who they are themselves. Because there is a scene at the end where they go to therapy after being depressed for years and the therapist is unable to tell that they are Alpo the forest ghost. So, basically they are chameleon arch-ed. No really, this song is about the Doctor, how did I never notice that before?

Also, please listen to Krämer trying and failing to animate the audience to applaud for several minutes at the end of the video, it is hilarious.

Thirdly, there is 'Der Güterzug' (=The freightliner). Which does not exist on youtube or spotify. It describes a situation where someone drives over one railroad trail and there is a second one in front of them, which is closed. The first one closes, too and both of them are passed by a freightliner that does not end. For hours. They can't move because there is no other way than the road that is closed off by the rail road tracks.

And then they start blinking and looking at the wagons. And the wagons are showing a flipbook movie of a freightliner and a man standing next to it. Then the man in the movie jumps into the train and dies and the movie starts anew. But the person waiting for the train to pass notices that between the runs of the movie there is a little gap in the freightliner, a tiny possibility to pass.

Having been there for an eternity already, they decide to try their luck and run through the train in that instance. Here the song ends.

I mean it is quite clear what is happening but I love the unreality feeling of a freightliner that seems to go around you in circles and you can't escape.

Fourthly, there is 'Idiots from Uranus' (only a spotify link unfortunately) which is not creepy, actually. It is just a description of aliens that have come for a visit in Berlin. They do a bunch of weird seeming stuff, like throwing their trunks around on the street or storing their tails in the fridge and buying way too many Berlin city souvenirs. While the singer is just repeating again and again: 'I'm not xenophobic but those idiots from Uranus are annoying'. Idk this one just gives me cute minisode vibes.

There is also Hell Express (spotify), a song about a supernatural roller coaster that changes you when you ride it because it is so fast. With the line of

Dass uns heut Antennen am Hinterkopf sprießen Und dass unsere Schläfen nachts fluoreszieren Kommt sicher nicht davon das kann bei all diesen Hormonen im Trinkwasser schonmal passiern

That we have antennas at the back of our heads today And that at night our temples fluoresce Is definitely not [the rollercoaster's] fault It just happens with all those hormones in the drinking water

and 'Manchmal höre ich die Stimme noch'(spotify) (Sometimes I am still hearing the voice) a song about a weirdly specific voice inside the singer's head that sounds a lot like a Be more Chill situation.

And lastly, there is 'Die Ballade vom Busfahrer Bodo' (The ballad of Bodo the bus driver). This one describes a bus driver being alone in the bus at night. And suddenly he is notified someone pushed the 'stop' button and he hears a voice asking to get out. He opens the door but then realises that he is alone. So he just laughs, closes the door and continues driving. But again, the stop button is pressed and the voice complains about being stuck in the door. So he stops, opens the door and runs out the bus to shout at the voice to get lost. But then the bus door closes, barring Bodo outside and he hears the voice say that he should hurry and get back in or the voice would run him over like he did to them years ago.

This one is especially cool because of how he makes the voice sound. Also I don't want that to happen to him -obviously- but we do have a bus driver companion with a history with ghosts. Just saying.

...Yeah, I am a little obsessed with Krämer. Not sure you could tell :)

Anyway, I hope this was a little interesting for you as well. If you'd like to know more or have any other lyrics translated I would 100% be up for that. But also I feel like I am already infodumping way too much on you, so there's that.

Have a nice day!

Thank you for yelling about this stuff! It's so cool and i would never just encounter it in the wild so it's super interesting.

First of all, this man's tie is glorious and should be the next fashion trend everywhere (although now that i think about it, making it mainstream would take away much of its charm so i retract my original statement). Second of all, i haven't realized from your first mention of this singer that he does comedic performances (yes, unfortunately i couldn't check it out on spotify, it's currently not available where i live), i expected his art to turn out all dark and edgy and serious, but now that i've seen it i can't imagine it any other way, the twisted darkish humour of it all really adds a lot to the performance, brings it all together. And i think this campiness is a part of what ties it so closely to dw.

These plots are fun! I especially like Alpo der Waldgeist, so much space for imagination and yeah, i can totally see the fobwatch parallel, but also i think it can be interpreted as regeneration: the spirit has been so many people that it doesn't know who it is anymore, and even others don't recognize it as they used to.

Der Güterzug concept is really a gutpunch when you look at it as it was intended (or at least what i think it was intended), but in a literal interpretation absolutely seems like something that would be used to trap a bad guy in, say, audiodramas, i feel like this a bit tacky and heavy-handed timeloop kind of thing would fit right in with all the dw concepts (*cough* Ten trapping the Daughter of Blood in mirrors *cough*).

Hell express sounds a bit like a torchwood discarded-episode-turned-novel lmao

Honestly, i feel there's a lot more to say, but the songs speak too well for themselves, it's just a lot of fun to marinate them in my head and maybe they'll spark some more interesting thoughts later on

Thank you for this infodump, as a wikipedia addict i don't mind it one bit! Krämer's vibes are a huge inspiration, and he also is a great performer (and thank you for the links and descriptions as well, it was really interesting to be able to understand some of the lines because i knew what a song was about)

Does that mean i get to pop into your ask box to ramble about music with dw vibes from my culture?👀

[hotflatrock]

Boy George and Culture Club at Concord Pavillion

We were having a tough time deciding whether to go to this concert. Given our aggressive goals and wide net we are casting for potential shows, there are numerous schedule conflicts we need to wade through. This concert conflicted with one of Bay Area shows by Belinda Carlisle. Personally, I have much greater fondness for the Go-Go’s than I do for Culture Club, but we were swayed by some ridiculously cheap, no-fee tickets from TicketMaster for the Boy George show. Also, we had just watched Belinda perform at some July 4 concert we recorded this summer, and frankly, she sounded terrible.

$20 all in is hard to pass up, so off to Concord we went.

Culture Club rose to prominence during my late elementary school, early junior high years. It was before my record buying days, and prior to MTV for me, so any exposure to them would have been through the radio only. While my memories of them are limited, I do have one clear remembrance of playing Q-Bert in a Togo’s, while Church of the Poison Mind played in the background. Why do I remember that??

A few days before the concert, we finally learned who the opening bands would be: Berlin and Howard Jones. This was fantastic news, as I still listen to both of their music much more often than I do Culture Club, through the ever-present First Wave SiriusXM station playing in my car.

This was my first time seeing a concert at Concord Pavilion and we misjudged the traffic getting into the facility. As a result, we were walking into the Pavilion during the first 3 songs by Berlin, which included personal favorites The Metro and No More Words. Yet, I got to my seat in time for Take My Breath Away, which I truly hate. Teri Nunn did give me one surprise, singing The Cult’s She Sells Sanctuary as she waded deep into the crowd. That was a stunning surprise, totally making up for my missing the opening, while also whetting my appetite to see The Cult later this year.

The crowd was pumped up after Berlin, ready to have a good time. There was a full-bodied singalong to the recorded track Don’t You Want Me by Human League. And Howard Jones’ music was perfect to keep the singalong going, as his songs are kind of anthemic, and definitely easy to sing along with whether or not you know the words. I have to admit, his set was a stunning success.  Three keyboards on stage, and keytar in hand, Howard Jones had the place buzzing at a full throated roar for almost an hour.

And then Boy George and Culture Club came out and the mood mellowed. Truth be told, I fell asleep for  a bit in the middle of the set. Nonetheless it was nice to hear I’ll Tumble For You, Karma Chameleon, and Do You Really Want To Hurt Me live – even if I greatly prefer the latter when covered by the Violent Femmes. And Church of the Poison Mind made me want to head straight to Togo’s for some old-fashioned roast beef goodness, even if Q-Bert is nowhere to be seen.

[quilterdyke]

I was tagged by @ghostlyheart - thank you so much!!

Last song I listened to: Karma Chameleon by Culture Club

Currently watching: going through and rewatching american dad w my fiancee bc she loves it and I wasn't allowed to watch it as a child lmaooo. also ofc ill be watching wwdits when it starts airing again. oh and my fiancee and i are also  halfway through the movie alien and we need to just finish that.

Currently reading: The History of Hell by Alice K. Turner and Cruisin’ the Fossil Freeway by Kirk Johnson and Ray Troll

Current obsession: if we’re talking media, definitely wwdits, but if we’re going broader than just that, I have been so into making little dinner plate sized quilts recently. also have been getting back into my speculative evolution obsession which is fun. 

I am supposed to tag people who I wanna get to know better so here we go (no pressure!): @sunnysplendor @10001gecs @lesbianlanval @billymayslesbian @aaaaaaaaafdg and whoever else wants to do this

[listentowings]

thoughts on day 2 of 80's flash

after spending exactly 10 hours yesterday listening to this sonos 80's station, i have some observations and thoughts. i like the way it's programmed, however it is indeed not human-curated. i researched to find out that it is literally a collection of jams played on random as soon as the customer presses the play button on any radio station. not as sexy as the possibility of actual humans carefully placing these gems next to each other, but still an enjoyable listen.

what's especially cool about this as opposed to all other streaming venues i've listened to 80's from is there is a fuckton of variety in subgenre. i am lovvvvvvinnnn it. getting exposed to really good ones that i've never heard across the board in all the little nooks & crannies. the bots play debbie gibson shake your love, then queen latifah ladies first and then they play the gnar, dude-fueled girls girls girls hairband stuff that i don't exactly care for as much (but am still enjoying the change of flav!), and then peek a boo by siouxsie sioux all together in a set and it doesn't sound bad.

what's crazy is there are no radio stations on earth that would allow you to program like this that you would get paid actual money to do. here's the exception: you're a program director or other paid employee at a community radio station and you also host a radio show and that radio show is 2 hours of 80's deep cuts and your radio show happens to fall during working hours, thus getting paid to do that work. otherwise, no. there are no 80's public radio stations. there's only 80's commercial radio stations that keep karma chameleon, wake me up before you go-go, heaven is a place on earth, don't you forget about me, and i've had the time of my life on mind-numbingly loop (sidetone: i personally love those songs). there's no variety in the commercial stations that's why they suck, but it also sucks that a job to do that - program the enjoyable jams - is scarce as f.

even though it is indeed bots djing on sonos, i'd like to think an actual human had to choose all of those songs and dump them in the big jams factory that spits out all the sick ass playlists, right? one can hope......

[born-to-lose]

People who don't like 80s pop are weak