#but the music they play at cracker barrel

[triforce-of-mischief]

the chain at a cracker barrel

@skyloftian-nutcase

time: man just wants to eat. please stop telling him that his kids are ruining the candy display. his pancakes are getting cold

twilight: so polite you'd think he's at his ma's house. keeps asking to send compliments back to the chef

warriors: sitting on a rocking chair on the porch because the dang kids are too loud. he's not hungry anyway (he is). playing solo musical chairs because they somehow stop rocking after a minute

four: slaps away the kids menu and orders a meal that they're pretty sure is supposed to feed a small family

wind: holding a giant stuffed animal to hide his pockets which are obviously overstuffed with stolen candy

wild: nobody knows where he is. twilight claims that he ate his food and left only a minute ago. wind says he saw him near the clothes. hyrule thinks he spotted him in the bathroom. he's fine probably

legend: also on the porch to get some peace and quiet. keeps zapping warriors' rocking chair with his ice rod

hyrule: transfixed by the candy display. hangs on the back of time's chair and begs for enough rupees to buy some of each

sky: fell asleep on the table after some coffee and eggs. twilight was barely able to avoid a faceplant on his plate

[taylore]

Joe Jonas & Taylor Swift Timeline

May 2008

The Jonas Brothers film the Burning Up Music Video. Joe’s love interest  is played by a girl who looks a lot like Taylor.

*note - Nick's is played by Selena Gomez, his IRL girlfriend at the time.

July 2008

The video is released (X)

July 4th 2008

The Jonas Brothers begin their Burning Up Tour and Taylor begins being seen backstage

July 9th 2008

Taylor is spotted attending the JB show in Dallas, Texas. She and Joe both tweet about it after the show. 

July 12th 2008

Taylor & Selena are spotted at the Irvine show (X)

July 14th 2008

Taylor performs Should’ve Said No with the JB. It is recorded for their concert film (X)

July 15th 2008

Taylor is spotted at the Mountain View show (X) 

July 20th 2008

Joe flies to Nashville to watch Taylor open for Rascal Flatts. 

July 21st 2008

Taylor is spotted at the JB show in Omaha (X). She and Joe then went to Cracker Barrel (X)

July 24th 2008

T & J are seen together in Hendersonville, though her publicist insists they are just friends (X)

July 30th 2008

T is seen at the JB North Carolina show (X)

August 8th 2008

Joe is asked about Taylor and denies rumors of a relationship (X) 

August 10th 2008

Taylor performs with Joe again in New York (X). Whilst in NY, she is seen at a private album release party and is pictured with Daniella Jonas (Kevin’s at the time girlfriend, now wife). They are pictured again at some other point, presumably around the same time.

August 13th/14th 2008

She films a “cameo” in the JB’s “Love Is On Its Way” MV (X)

August 13th/14th 2008

She and Joe are *allegedly* seen cuddling in a minivan between takes. They are also seen/heard by some fans cuddling in Joe’s hotel room watching the Olympics (X). 

August 17th 2008

Joe is pictured with Scott attending one of Taylor’s Florida shows

August 20th 2008

Taylor is seen backstage at the JB Atlanta show.

August 27th 2008

The JB upload a skit to YouTube where Taylor can briefly be seen in the background (X)

August 28th 2008

The JB go on a triple date (X) which Selena & Nick later reference (X).

August 2008

Taylor denies dating Joe (X)

Summer 2008

Taylor writes Jump Then Fall and Today Was A Fairytale. Both songs are presumably about Joe.

September 7th 2008

The JBs and Taylor attend the VMAs (X) (X). At the event, Russell Brand makes some jokes at the band's expense (X)

September 8th 2008

The Lovebug music video is released, and it features Camilla Belle (X)

Note: earlier that year, Joe had confessed his love for the actress (X)

September 14th 2008

Taylor does multiple interviews stating her distaste for the VMAs jokes (X) (X) 

September 22nd 2008

Taylor records Forever and Always (X)

September 2008

Joe calls Taylor to “discuss” feelings to which she is unreceptive. They break-up (X).

Late September 2008

Taylor writes Drama Queen with Martin Johnson. They seemingly begin “dating” around this time.

Circa October 8th 2008

Taylor puts a line through a quote on her Myspace speculated to be in reference to Joe

Late October 2008

Joe and Camilla attend a Halloween party together, and are allegedly seen making out outside Joe's house (X)

November 6th 2008

Taylor talks about the breakup in an interview with Ryan Seacrest. She also confirms Forever & Always is about him (X)

November 11th 2008

Fearless drops

November 11th 2008

Taylor goes on the Ellen show and “puts Joe Jonas on blast” (X)

November 12th 2008

Taylor does an interview with OK! Magazine, where she cites Camilla Belle as the reason by the split (X)

November 12th 2008

USA Today releases a list of Taylor’s most listened to music sourced from her IPOD. Burnin' Up, Tonight, & Year 3000 by the Jonas Brothers are featured (X)

November 13th 2008

The Jonas’ Brothers upload a defense post that is taken down by the next day. 

November 18th 2008

Taylor uploads a promotional vlog where she calls Joe out again… using a doll (X)

December 31st 2008

Taylor and Joe both perform at Dick Clarke’s Rockin 'Eve (X), and are forced into proximity when the ball drops (X). 

Early 2009

Taylor (presumably) writes Mr. Perfectly Fine.

February 8th 2009

Taylor performs Fifteen with Miley Cyrus (X). The Jonas Brothers are in audience (X). 

March 2009

Taylor (presumably) writes Haunted and If This Was A Movie, which are likely about Joe. 

2009

Taylor writes Last Kiss.

May 7th 2009

The Jonas Brothers upload the song Paranoid to their MySpace. It is speculated to be about Taylor (X).

June 12th 2009

The Jonas Brothers release their album, “Lines, Vines and Trying Times” including the song “Much Better,” which references Taylor.

June 2009

Taylor writes Better Than Revenge in response. 

July 2009

Joe and Camilla break-up. 

November 7th 2009

Taylor calls out Joe during her SNL gig (X)

January 31st 2010

Taylor and Joe are seen talking backstage at the Clive Davis’ pre-Grammys party.

September 1st 2011

Joe attends Taylor’s San Jose show on the Speak Now tour (X)

February 2012

Taylor writes Holy Ground (X)

November 12th 2012

They’re seen talking at the EMA’s

2015

Joe starts dating Gigi Hadid, causing him and Taylor to start hanging out again

July 24th 2020

Taylor releases invisible string where she references sending Joe and Sophie Turner’s baby a present. 

April 9th 2021

Taylor re-releases Fearless. Sophie jokingly posts Mr. Perfectly Fine to her story. Taylor responds (X)

September 6th 2023

Joe and Sophie announce plans to divorce (X)

September 20th 2023

Taylor and Sophie go out to dinner (X)

May 15th 2023

Sophie expresses her gratitude towards Taylor (X)

[vanillann]

C R U E L S U M M E R - G. DUNNE X FEMALE!READER

i. ii. iii.

inspired by cruel summer by taylor swift and this request!

word count: 2.5k

a/n: so i’m writing for daisy jones and the six now… thank you for the request my lovely human i hope you enjoy!

graham dunne masterlist

Summer’s in Laurel Canyon were downright cruel. The AC was pathetic with the random gust of cool air that sputtered out, the harsh desert environment left little room for shade, and Graham Dunne was too much to admire as he gambled with Warren and Eddie. His arms strained against his too tight shirt as he shook the dice between his clenched fist, his smile wide and his giggles floating throughout the humid room, and his eyes not focused on me.

My mood was sour as he ignored me, not intentionally, but rather for good reason. Relationships between band members weren’t always well received and with The Six finally getting a break after their new feature with up and coming star Daisy Jones, it wasn’t the time to announce to the world or even our own little world of friends here at Laurel Canyon. It was agreed upon since the night this relationship, if you could call it that, started; and yet I sat with a pout and annoyance as he finally let the dice fly from his palms.

In a true Graham Dunne fashion, neither of the dice landed on the table but much rather flew in two very different directions. Warren was quick to take off after one, screaming with laughter as he chased it down, while Graham jumped after the other that was rolling to the loveseat. My loveseat.

His hand clamped over the die before it was lost for good under the couch, along with Warren’s favorite lighter and Karen’s black nail polish, his smile bright as daylight when his eyes traveled up my legs, which were exposed due to the sweltering heat of the California afternoon.

His eyes finally met mine, his smile once boyish turned gentle as if he had aged into a respectable man looking at me, but nothing was respectable about his eyes which glowed with desire. We watched each other, taking in the silent moment shared in the common room as everyone occupied themselves with more important issues. Nobody was bothered by us as we watched each with harbored breaths and clammy hands. Like a soft spoken prayer, his fingers let go of the dice and ran up the back of my calf. His eyes bored into mine and I felt the pounding in my chest of the syllables of his name.

“What did it roll, Graham Cracker?” Warren came barreling around the corner, the black plastic clutched in his hand. Graham muttered under his breath, “one”, as his eyes pinned me to the leather that burned my skin. Or maybe it was his eyes burning me, or even my anger for earlier burning from the inside out.

“Devil eyes!” Warren threw his arms above his head.

“Dude, it’s definitely snake eyes,” Eddie, reached for the cube but Warren was quick to draw back. Warren giggled as Eddie jumped from his seat with every intention of getting the little piece of plastic between his bass ridded fingers but Graham’s guitar calloused fingers were on my skin and his eyes that had mastered reading sheet music were reading me. My body was quick to leave the tension that has collected around me, standing up and leaving without another word and heading to the back garden for a moment of peace with my anger.

Who did he think he was? Giving me gentle smiles and bedroom eyes when he knew I couldn’t say anything, when I couldn't touch his unruly curls and sweaty forehead with my own. He was playing me for a fool in a room full of people. He knew how he made me feel, how hard it was to love him from a distance without screaming it from the garden gates for all of Laurel Canyon to hear.

“Hey!”

Again, who did he think he was?

“What?” I did my best to keep the attitude tuck away, but as I spun around I could see the hurt in his puppy dog eyes.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine. Living in bliss,” I huffed quickly before continuing, “No of course it’s not okay. You can’t look at me like that,” my fingers pointed in the direction of the house.

“Like what?” Graham laughed under his breath, confusion written in the way he bunched his eyebrows together like he always did. I hate knowing him. I love him.

“Like we’re in a relationship,” I snapped.

“Like we’re in a relationship? What does that mean?” His breathing felt wounded, my ax of words straight to his lungs.

“A relationship is public knowledge, we aren’t public.”

“We both agreed it would be bad. I don’t understand why you're mad,” his hand reached for mine before he flinched back, looking over his shoulder. Anger became rage as he turned back around, but even in the moment I knew it wasn't fair. I wasn’t being fair.

“I’m mad because,” I took a pause, “Because.”

No words followed.

“Are you changing your mind?”

No words.

“I’m going out, I’ll see you later.”

Communication might not be my strong suit I was quickly learning as I stormed up the stairs, going straight for the phone that hung on the wooden panel wall.

“Daisy! Do you know any good parties tonight?”

Daisy always knew of a party and always welcomed company, so her excitement was clear as we wandered into a large house and drank until we were stumbling like teenagers wasted on life and parent’s vodka. Her arm was wrapped around my shoulder and her hair was tangled into my earrings, but we didn’t care.

I didn’t care, not about how much getting her hair out would hurt, or Graham, or how much getting Graham out my heart would hurt. I couldn’t keep him there, not with this anger waging a war everytime we couldn’t touch in a crowded room. I couldn’t keep these secrets anymore not even if it meant keeping him, and it was killing me. I couldn’t keep killing myself.

“Have you ever loved someone to yourself?”

I couldn’t tell what possessed me to ask Daisy this question, but has we broke into someone’s room and collapsed on their bed it stumbled from my mouth, slurred and heavy in the air. I almost rephrased my sentence, but she hummed to herself as if she felt it in her bones. Daisy felt everything in her bones, I was convinced. Maybe that was what had me asking knowing Daisy had big feelings, the only thing that could revival Daisy’s emotions could be my feelings for Graham.

“I have. It kills, man”

“It does more than kill, it gives me fever dreams and makes angel’s laugh at me.”

Silence took over, beside the loud downstairs and the thumping of both our heart rates; coke tended to do that. Atleast, I blamed the coke rather than blaming the feeling of realizing I couldn’t keep Graham if I couldn’t do it for the world.

“You should write for The Six, you’re better than Billy,” Daisy giggled beside me, turning to snuggle her face into my neck with a labored and tired breath. I smiled and let her rest against me, enjoying the new closeness with Daisy. It was nice, breathing the same air as someone who understood you. As my mind wandered over the blooming friendship with the red-head beside me, I noted her breathing go soft and light snores falling from her dark purple lips. I laid with her a little longer, not worried about how we would get home, but rather wondering if Graham was thinking about me.

Was he wondering about my outburst? Or maybe he was worried, it was starting to breach on ungodly hours of the morning and I still wasn’t home. Before I could ponder over it much more, I rolled from Daisy’s side and reached for the phone on the bedside table, my fingers spinning the dial like second nature until the gentle ring met my ear. The ring barely finished before someone picked up.

“(Y/N)?” Graham’s panicked voice was clear, even in my half high state, and my heart sputtered like a broken car. He was thinking of me, we were thinking of each other. I loved him, stupid girl.

“How’d you know?”

“I didn’t, I’m just an optimist,” even after my attitude he was being so tender as he spoke to me. Was he as stupid as me? Did he love me?

“I hate sneaking around.”

“I know,” he took a rushed breath that echoed off my bones, “Where are you? I don’t want to have this conversation over the phone. I wanna see your face.” If I was more sober I probably would’ve forgotten what I was talking about altogether as I gushed over him.

“I don’t think I can tell your face, I don’t think I can handle you looking at me like a little devil,” I looked back over at Daisy’s sleeping form, taking note of her chest rising and falling with a content sigh.

“Devil? I knew you were upset, but I didn’t know you were that upset,” his laugh was devotion of emotion, “Please tell me where you are. I need to see those angel eyes, even if you’re rolling them at me.” Desperation was clear in his voice and I think it half killed me.

“If you come pick me up, you have to take Daisy home.”

“Of course, always, now where are you two?” I vomited the address out, telling him where in the house we were before hanging up abruptly. Time felt it barely passed before the door was slowly being cracked open and he was there.

He hadn’t even stepped in the room and he took over me. He was there all around me like a warm fever and a cold shiver all in one. He stepped in the room, turning his back to us to shut the door gently to not upset Daisy and I knew he wasn’t the devil here, but I was. Or maybe we both were I couldn’t tell.

“Daisy’s staying at this motel with this guy this weekend, will you take her there?” I give Graham a second to even think about bringing us up, I still wasn’t sober or ready. I don’t know which one I would blame but at the time it was both.

“You know I will, I stole Billy’s car so it’s his gas,” Graham shrugged as he wandered to Daisy’s side and threw her over his shoulder as if it was his guitar. I wanted to make a joke about how mad Billy would be that Graham stole his car, but I couldn’t be the girl who ignored it and joked like we’re fine. I suppose both Daisy and I felt everything in our bones.

I quietly followed behind Graham, his gentle hands careful to not let Daisy hit her head on any walls as we wandered to Billy’s Firebird. Graham reached to place Daisy in the backseat, but my throat finally produced words.

“I’ll take the back.”

No argument as Graham placed a still unconscious Daisy in the passenger seat and started the car. At some point Graham had pulled a slip of paper from Daisy’s jacket with the address of the motel and was silently driving with the hum of the radio. Nerves took over my skin in the silence, I hated silent car rides. I felt like a child, her parents mad about god knows what, and I wasn’t allowed to enjoy someone in that moment. I couldn’t listen to the sound of anger filling the car and even if Graham wasn’t angry I could feel his emotions trap me in the backseat.

I didn’t realize I was crying until Graham stopped the car in front of Daisy’s motel room and started to panic.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay? Did you take something? Who gave you the coke?”

I said nothing, getting out of the car and heading for the lobby in hopes I could find something to drink to calm the lump in my throat. Graham didn’t follow, opening the passenger door and dealing with Daisy. As I wandered through the door I noticed the owner slumped in an office car and a neon sign that illuminated a vending machine with different sodas. I patted my pockets, searching for quarters but came up short.

“What do you want?” He was behind me, his hand reaching around to show two quarters, heads up, in his palm.

“Pepsi,” I muttered under my breath.

“You know Coke is better,” Graham wandered around me, placing the quarters in the slot and selecting the Pepsi button.

“You have horrible taste.”

“With drinks, maybe, but not with women,” he pulled the drink out of the button, taking the top off and passing it to me, “I mean I picked you.”

I knew we had to talk about it.

“Why’d you pick me? If we can’t be open,” I took a gasp of air, “Then why me? Because I know what you want-”

“Do you know what I want? Because if you did you wouldn’t ask me that.”

“Look Graham I can’t handle your riddles right now, I’m trying to tell you I love you,” I took a quick sip from my drink and laughed under my breath, “Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

His eyes stopped wandering over the stained carpet beneath our feet, suddenly slowly traveling up my legs. This time when he looked up his grin wasn’t the same as before with a respectable glow, his devilish grin looked at me with a piercing honesty that made me feel heavenly.

“Oh, my angel,” Graham started walking closer to me, “I’ve never loved anything you’ve said more. I’ve never loved anyone like you before.”

I felt my defense build quickly, but Graham had placed a finger over my mouth and shook his head and the anger faded with his touch.

“Let’s tell them, hell I’ll leak it to The Rolling Stones myself,” Graham chuckled, “I’ll tell the band if they make a single joke around you and kill ‘em.”

“You wouldn’t kill anyone,” I spoke with his finger still pressed lightly to my lips and felt my lipgloss stink to his finger but he didn’t flinch.

“Fair, I’ll tell them Billy will kill them,” he nodded confidently at that, “I’m done with this cruel summer of not being able to touch you and kiss you and love you.”

Suddenly I was all over him, my hands pulling his shirt and my lips crashing around his face until our teeth were trashing against one another. His hands were on the back of my neck and his chest was pressed to mine so closer I felt our lungs fuse together.

We're going to tell everyone.

KAREN SIRKO: Oh, we knew. [laughs]

WARREN ROJAS: They really thought we didn’t know! Oh that’s a good joke, I’m so telling Lisa later.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I shared a wall with Graham. I won’t say much more.

BILLY DUNNE: He’s my brother, of course I knew he loved her, but it shocked me they were actually together.

CAMILA DUNNE: Billy was the only one shocked. We all knew.

DAISY JONES: I had spent one day with the band when I asked how long they had been sleeping together.

GRAHAM DUNNE: No way they knew! We're so good about it!

(Y/N) DUNNE: Okay maybe we could’ve done a little better about hiding it.

[mademoiselle-artist]

Imagine Eli Vanto going to Cracker Barrel.

He would be in heaven

He would take thrawn there

Thrawn would play the little triangle game

Eli would want thrawn to try the food but thrawn would find it unhealthy

Eli: "come on thrawn a simple plate of biscuits n' gravy ain't gonna hurt you"

Thrawn: "I dont know why you find such a unnutritional meal delicious"

Eli: "it's comfort food! Comfort food is food that is unhealthy and makes you feel good"

Thrawn would be staring at the little old decorations on the wall

He would either enjoy the country music or not care for it

Meanwhile Eli is jamming out to dolly Parton or john denver

[holding-monsters-hands]

THE ENGIE TRAIN IS HERE, CHOO CHOO.

Back with more Engie, the medic anon! I’ve had this idea for a while. As a southern born person, I’ve imagined obsessing over southern shit with Engie. So here I am!

SEC, making diabetes in a cup(sweet tea), going to Waffle House and/or Cracker Barrel and speaking in the most Intense accents-

-texas medic anon

YAAA ENGIE TRAINNN as someone who also grew up in the south, this is quite the exciting prompt! Though i’m loyal to waffle house 🫡

Engineer bonding with a southern reader

oh you two are just peas in a pod! The others may look at you a bit funny with how excited you both are.

you two go on and on about your heritage, things that you commonly grew up with (ex: trips to the waffle house and fondly remembering the poor conditions of said waffle house) just typical reminiscing and relatability!

You two will chug sweet tea like no tomorrow, Medic has considered intervening at some point because your blood is probably pure sugar.

If you happen to like country music, you two will sing into the starry night sky while he plays his guitar! It’s tons of fun, and sometimes soldier or demo will join in just for the hell of it!

There’s also another fun thing you two enjoy: cooking! especially big breakfasts with all the good stuff: pancakes, bacon, grits, eggs, you name it! just a big ol’ country breakfast!

conversations between the two of you are pretty unintelligible, because you guys get too excited about the topic at hand and it only further thickens your already heavy accents!

He’s a simple guy, small things make him happy- and frankly if you were willing to just sit down with him one night with a drink and tell each other stories of childhood and life’s simple pleasures.. that would be a good night for him.

Lastly, I heavily believe he’d be extremely into rodeos- to the point where he has created a mechanical bull that can actually pose a challenge, plus it reminds him of childhood!

[william-austin]

things my friends (theatre and non) have said as bmc characters (part 2? or 3 idk):

Jeremy during The Play: When she said script, I thought she said 'squipped'

Jeremy: He called me a cracker barrel, *turns around* THAT'S A RESTAURANT, STUPID!

Rich, post SQUIP: If you're gay, come this way!

SQUIP: That's not a want or a need, that's a diagnosis for psychosis

Jeremy: What is gatekeeping? I have no gate to keep.

Jeremy, before "never gonna be the cool guy": But I'm not gay!

Book!SQUIP to Jeremy waking with good posture: You're so gay, I LOVE it!

literally everyone in the musical: My life is that bus, it is the struggle

[alloutofgoddesses]

PJO TV Thoughts

S1,E6

(There will be book mentions/spoilers)

Can’t lie to y’all im on my second week of this semester and already just so eepy

Okay the first line does tell you exactly what’s happening in this dream but I was so confused by it being Percy’s headmaster from Yancy

Anyway omg I swear you can see Luke in the reflection like it’s gonna be so obvious it’s not Clarisse on rewatches

WE GOT “Little Hero”

Cracker Barrel! What o would give to eat at a Restaurant rn

A SECOND SEAWEED BRAIN HAS HIT THE PERCABETH TOWERS

(I am aware others have made that joke)

Omg hi Luke

Good not being sus Luke

ARREST HER?!?! Percy wtf

Luke I’m positive you would know what Ares is like

OOP if Luke picks up on it IMMEDIATELY…

The episode is titled “A Zebra Takes Us To Vegas” AND WE INLY GET A SECOND OF A ZEBRA ON SCREEN?!?!

Anybody else see the Geia fashion billboard or just me

Way to be obvious about it

“I had a premonition that we fell into a rhythm/where the music don’t stop for life” I think that Levitating was chosen WITH INTENTION for these lyrics only

ODYSSEY MENTION

Graphic novels do count

ODYSSEUS MENTION

Oh besties… the lotus eaters have upgraded darlings

WISE GIRL WISE GIRL WEE WOO WEE WOO IT’S HAPPENING EVERYONE STAY CALM

The fact that they haven’t shown Grover eating garbage yet… cowards. COWARDS.

I do think that them knowing takes tension out of it but they think that it’s okay unless they eat something

CASTELLAN LORE ALREADY

A Saytr?? I’m saying that TV screen image is a sun so APOLLO MENTION

A gay satyr?!!! The subtext

Oh? I’m compelled certainly what kind of magic does the Lotus have to convince satyrs Pan is there

DREAM TALK

Like you can see extras wearing dated clothes but it’s just not the same

Also I’m waiting for others to find the di Angelos, I know I’m not gonna be able to find anything

(If they cut it out I will lose it)

Are the employees also under the spell? I would have to assume so

Uh oh Grover is forgetting

HE’S HERE

The way his face fell… I’m afraid LMM is eating as Hermes

BTW I saw someone say LMM was a bad choice as Hermes because canonically Hermes has the most children and they don’t think LMM is sexy enough for that… girlie do you not remember what happened when Hamilton came out be SO FOR REAL

At first I thought I wouldn’t be able to seperate actor from character but he’s doing such a good job that’s Hermes I’m sorry (no I’m not)

ORPHEUS MENTION (I’ve helped others [get into the Underworld] before)

Are the fields Italy? Once again folks I’m not gonna be able to find it so I’m reaching out to

Someone looks back I’m guessing

Oh babey the lore the tension

HEY WHAT WAS THAT

My guess is something to do with Gabe or as one brilliant Twitter user said, Percy’s first time at boarding school

YEAH ANNABETH MOVE BABY YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT

(Also how the fuck can Hermes do that)

Sure buddy see you next season

“This was all just a waste of time. We don’t have time to waste.” Oh Annabeth I’m so sorry for what you’re about to learn

I love all the helmets and stuff really lets you know what’s going on

Oh noooooo oh boy oh buddy oh wow that hurt

Sorry he’s making Hermes feel so empathetic which is exactly how he is in the books. He’s good!

OOP

Were those the di Angelos? They were brunette and small (still reaching)

Oh so that’s why they mentioned days earlier I see

HIS KEYS?

Are George and Martha on there are they wondering what’s happening

CENTRAL AIR BABEY

Oh no Percy’s forgetting too

Just rip him out and leave besties

Oh geez they’re never leaving at this rate

Damn there’s that fatal flaw again Percy

RIP Grover playing a human hunter game I will never forget you

Annabeth it was good it really was but you’re right. He is the god of thieves.

Oh boy now we know why they let him drive though

Me when I first started learning how to drive standard

Just in case you forgot Percy is a New Yorker

Oh NO bestie got distracted looking at the princess (his words not mine though I agree) next to him

NO DON’T TURN OFF THE LIGHT I WON’T BE ABLE TO SEE ANYTHING

What did I just say. What is happening on screen

Oh boyyyyyy

He’s just three apples tall

Oh it’s so much worse underwater

SEAWEED HAIR

Wait… were AFTER the summer solstice? WHY

Exactly Percy you gotta finish it

YEEAHHHHHHH

Four?!?! What about ‘you will fail to save what matters most in the end?’ He better lose one I stg

Next ep trailer

Okay so who’s eye is in the credits what do we think

Crusty’s!

Desert and terrible forest?

Okay yeah he definitely loses one or uses one to trick someone or something he said said “you guys leave with my mom”

Oh wait what if he uses it on Crusty… Disney let Percy actually be violent

SWORD FIGHT NEXT EP? At least the beginning

HOLD FAST MOM OHHHHHHHHH OUCH

BONUS: Hermes in cat form

[mariacallous]

Sinéad O’Connor was seated amongst the Amish folks. Whoever gave her that table most likely knew what they were doing. It was 1998, the suburbs of Indianapolis, and O’Connor was in town to perform at Lilith Fair music festival that night; many of the other patrons were in town to go to Lilith Fair. Everyone needed pancakes and a few minutes to play that game with the wooden triangle and the golf tees.

My friends and I—all decidedly in the going-to-Lilith Fair contingent—pondered saying anything to one of the artists we’d driven from Ohio to see. As O’Connor headed for the door, three of us sprang up without thinking. In the parking lot, my friend Jess meekly shouted “Sinéad!” O’Connor stopped; we talked. She was kind, signed an autograph, asked if we were coming to the show. There were jokes about whether she could see us at the far back of the crowd. The whole thing took maybe four minutes.

I can’t prove any of this happened. It was before digital cameras and smartphones—things that broke teenagers couldn’t afford anyway. If something similar happened today, it’d likely be on TikTok or Instagram immediately. Maybe there would be tweets. We just told the story to whomever would listen for the next year.

When O’Connor died last week, at age 56, my instinct was to not include it in this column. It felt wrong, like trading her kindness for clicks. But then Pee-wee Herman actor Paul Reubens died, the same day as Euphoria star Angus Cloud, and seeing their fans and friends remember them shifted things. Many Pee-wee’s Playhouse fans grew up pre-internet, but Euphoria’s base is decidedly plugged in, and both groups remembered the actors online in equal measure. So did culture critics, who also wrote in-depth about O’Connor.

Committing memories to social media, or the internet broadly, is the best tool available for adding them to the public record. This is far from perfect, especially since these forums are also full of harassment and misinformation. But they do allow stories to spread in ways not available 40 years ago.

And sometimes that’s necessary. As word of O’Connor’s passing spread, the world was reminded of her voice, her resilience. Musician Bob Geldof shared some of his last texts with her onstage. She was called a “feminist killjoy” in the best sense of that phrase. It was noted that she was ahead of her time in speaking out about issues like abuse in the Catholic Church, which she criticized by tearing up a photo of Pope John Paul II during a 1992 Saturday Night Live performance. 

This was a decade before The Boston Globe would win a Pulitzer for investigating sexual abuse by priests, two decades before a movie about that investigation—Spotlight—would win two Oscars. In the 1990s, O’Connor was ridiculed for what she said and banned from SNL. In a subsequent episode, Joe Pesci said during his monolog that he “woulda gave her such a smack” if he was host that night. Upon her death, lots of people went back to watch her performance. Pesci’s monolog is on the SNL YouTube page; O’Connor’s performance isn’t.

Maybe if tech’s many tools for debate had been around in 1992, things would have been different. Maybe better, maybe worse. Maybe O’Connor wouldn’t have talked to teenagers outside restaurants if every interaction she had landed on TikTok. Maybe some things are better left as memories. Maybe, as so many Euphoria stars have done on Instagram, it’s best to remember someone’s kindness and let go.

[newmusicradionetwork]

Larry’s Country Diner Releases Four Shane Owens Songs As Part Of Their Season 16 Audio Recorded Collection

Country singer-songwriter Shane Owens recently had four of his songs digitally released as part of Larry’s Country Diner’s Season 16 audio recorded collection by Really Good Records. All four songs from Owens’ 10th Episode show taping are available now across all major digital streaming platforms including Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon Music & streaming on TV at CountryRoadTV.com. Owens taped his appearance on the popular classic country TV show, singing his signature song, “All The Beer In Alabama,” along with an upbeat version of “Chicken Truck,” the ballad esque’ “God and the Ground She Walked On,” and the pleaful mid-tempo “Nashville, You Ain’t Hollywood.” “Playing the hit TV show  Larry’s Country Diner was so exciting,” Owens recalled. “Important to mention that hanging out with the legendary Jimmy Capps and making memories that last forever is something I will never forget. It’s more special to me now that Jimmy has passed on, and I’m forever grateful to have had the opportunity to play with him while he was with us.” About Shane Owens: Previously named by Rolling Stone Country as one of the “10 New Country Artists You Need To Know,” and awarded Music Row Magazine’s Independent Artist of the Year award in 2018, Shane Owens has built a strong following of fans for more than a decade with his staunch country traditionalist musical style. His powerful vocal range combined with the emotional lyrical content of his songs has made him a favorite of fans, critics, and fellow artists alike. After starting his career opening shows for dozens of major stars, the baritone performer attracted the attention of Nashville music executives, and is currently signed with Texas-based AmeriMonte Records. Owens made his Grand Ole Opry debut in 2017 and in February 2020, made his debut on the world famous Ernest Tubb Midnite Jamboree. As a self-made road warrior, he maintains an active tour schedule of barroom shows and festival appearances and has also appeared at CMA Music Festival, Jamboree In The Hills and other major summertime events. Cracker Barrel has included Owens’ music in several of the store’s exclusive releases, including Country Faith America and Country Faith Love Songs, while Netflix included his song “Country Never Goes Out Of Style” in its popular series The Ranch. Owens recorded with famed producer James Stroud (Tim McGraw, Aaron Lewis, Clint Black), and country music legend Randy Travis, who co-executive produced his first album, Where I’m Comin’ From. Never one to sit still for long, Shane Owens is currently impacting at radio with his latest single “You Go Good” and a new album on the way in 2023. For more information, visit shaneowenscountrymusic.com. Shane Owens Contacts: Publicity & PR: Jason W. Ashcraft | jwa@jwamedia.com | (615) 991-1125 Record Label & Management: Kenny Royals | kenny@shaneowenscountrymusic.com | (334) 360-5776 Booking: Shaneowenscountry@gmail.com Read the full article

[geddy-leesbian]

I also was finally affected by falling asleep to a playlist with Repo! songs. I had a dream where I was in Target and Night Surgeon was playing and then I left and went to Cracker Barrel and Thankless Job was playing and instead of just accepting it as dream logic my dream self actually knew it was weird and I determined it was a conspiracy because I listened to the soundtrack while on store/restaurant wifi and there was some new algorithm businesses started using that took into account what customers were listening to and based the music they played on it partially

Kinda impressed with the world building in that dream tbh

[athomewiththecicadas]

But with E. S. P. N. I can have it.

Somebody ask Taylor if she wants to try some of that. Any of you guys wanna try that?

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Hmmm? Stevie Nicks curious about the hangover?.... Stevie want some Cracker Barrel?

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I sat here and blindly honed the exact measurements of an acoustic guitar, that would pull out the tone that I was looking for.

Considering my Spanish roots in Classical acoustic guitar, and the cultural deep south. And I figured by the time I measured the exact wave lengths of the acoustics of a guitar, I'de have my own custom acoustic.

And after I had settled the construction of the guitar, I went through the catalogs of guitars that were built in the past, to make sure my design was authentic.

And I came across the PRS A50E, which was still cleaver with fitting the fretboard measurement, exactly where it wouldn't interfere with name brand competitors.

And PRS had a few additional features that in all of this I didn't think of. And when you consider costs, at least in Private Equity, the A50E was just a reasonable option for the guitar I was looking for. And all of your private opinions would really have to compete to keep up with the cost cutting solutions of this guitar.

Anything less, and you can hear it, anything more and: why not a private stock?

Now, that is just a lot of parts and pieces, and design engineering "assumptions," if you've ever built your own guitar.

But digging deeper into it, especially when you are talking about the "sustain tones" of Country Music, there is plenty of "heat" to divi up in the song writing industry. Especially when you are talking about the financing of touring campaigns.

And I was just mixed emotions when considering the details of these measurements, and the application of craftsmanship. And going through how you would marry an artist to a guitar, is a pretty big deal.

Of course, the record labels can only cover so much, unless there is some sort of governing miracle in the future, so as far as what the industry could offer, it stops right there.

But I have to admit, I was impressed with the survivability of the guitar when applying regulatory product expectations, from real world experience.

Playing the Custom 22, and you finds every detail of all of its fault when playing venues. So, you would naturally assume, that from the angle of classical guitar, from a Spanish accent, PRS would naturally reveal what you know from experience.

Unless you consider that "it's an acoustic."

"Considering 'cost's' in today's market, the price is set for this specific tone at $800.

Which is also a reasonable price."

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Scheduled futures are already priced in for the next 4-5 years. I can't personally speak for the entire economy, and I definitely have no interest in speaking for the entire economy. But pricing for the next 4-5 years is set.

There is nothing I can do to change the course of growth, even when considering market interruption between now and then. The economy has projected growth that detailed.

Little perks here and there, aren't going to change the direction the economy is growing.

But set an institutional value on a product.

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Let me show you some images to help me describe the detail I'm referring to. And your opinions from your own observations can maybe provide some insight to institutional pricing.

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Listening to:

[xxm1m1kyuxx]

i’m listening to macklemore (thrift shop) while doing my psychology homework excited to go to cracker barrel tomorrow

[bluepoodle7]

#WeirdCandies #InterestingCandy #MyThoughts

I like looking for weird candy online and I find these.

Also enough gummy body parts to make a gummy person or creature.

And a candy knife that looks deadly.

Knife shaped gummies for Halloween don't exsits but these do.

Wilton Halloween Knife Icing Decorations, 12-Count - Walmart.com

Images not mine but link is there.

Sour Candy Body Fluids, Yummy Blood & Urine For Your Mouth (laughingsquid.com)

Wholesale Knife Shape Pressed Candy Tablet Candy,suppliers,manufacturers,factories - IVY Food (cnivyindustry.com)

Halloween Body Parts Gummy Candy, Edibles, Halloween, 38 Pieces - Walmart.com

I like these candies since they are creative.

I know Hotlix has a rectangle blue sucker with a goldfish cracker in the center like it was like a fish tank.

Dessert Scorpion - HOTLIX

Ant Candy with Real Black Ants - HOTLIX

Gummi X-Ray Fish - Boing Boing

Had a sucker that plays music when you eat it.

Gives me tooth tunes vibes.

Tooth Tunes Musical Tooth Brush Display Wave 1 Revision 2 (entertainmentearth.com)

Amazon.com : Music Lollipop Suckers,AMOS Audio Lollipop Sugar Free, Singing Lollipop Individually Wrapped, Novelty Gift for Mothers Day (Blueberry, Pack of 1) : Grocery & Gourmet Food

I remember when I was little during back to school or Valentine's day there were these hollow chocolate apples with a gummy worm inside.

Chocolate Apple with Gummy Worm - Candy Favorites

These roadkill gummies are pretty weird but I remember Trolli being in hot water for making these with less detail than these.

I know that some people are still selling these online.

TROLLI ROAD KILL CANDY - RECALLED - RARE, 1 for $12.00 | eBay

Vintage 1998 O.t.c ROAD KILL GUMMIES candy container SQUIRREL bubble gum RARE | eBay

bookofjoe: Kraft Trolli Road Kill Gummi Candy is Dead

I never tried these I would love too.

Randomly found this little blue raspberry fella and gives me obscure mascot vibes.

Blue Raspberry Bloom from One-Eyed Girl X Kyle Kirwan (For March 26-Drop) (toysrevil.blogspot.com)

Vertigo - Hard Candy + Chocolate Lollipop by Paul Angeloni at Coroflot.com

Blue Raspberry Magic Head Candy - 10CT Box • Candy Mini Packs • Bulk Candy • Oh! Nuts® (ohnuts.com)

Vertigo Lollipops - Candy Favorites

I remember seeing these gummies at a gas station along time ago but never trying them.

My guess these are swedish fish in texture and taste but with cinnamon or blue raspberry.

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ALLAN HOT LIPS - Gummy Candy - SmartLabel™ (hersheys.com)

Randomly found out saliva and blood sample candy was a thing but it's rare now.

It's like sour goop liquid candy.

Crime Scene Candy Tubes: 3-Piece Pack | Candy Warehouse

I really love these trash can garbage candy containers and looks like something I would see at Cracker Barrel near they checkout or the toys area but I image this candy taste like smarties or chalk like candies.

I would just keep the empty trash containers.

Garbage Candy - 3 units – KandJu

I never seen a haunted house gummy candy and it's pretty cute.

Halloween small Kabobs - 3 units – KandJu

Found a better image of the haunted house gummies and I want to try these one day.

Haunted House Sweets Bulk Bag - Dylan's Candy Bar (dylanscandybar.com)

I saw these 4D Gummy fish and I thought these were cute but reminded me of those plastic toy fish but these are edible.

4D Gummy Goldfish Bag 3.95oz - 12ct – I Got Your Candy

I saw these cute house shape cake molds.

Amazon.com: Joyeee 1 Pack House Shape Silicone Mold, 6 Cavity Non-stick Cozy Village Baking Pan, House Shape Soap Mold, Mini Christmas House Cake Molds for Brownies Chocolate Jelly Pudding Cupcake Ice-cream: Home & Kitchen

Haunted House Bundt Cake Pan - OliveNation

Gingerbread House Silicone Baking Molds Set - Evil Cake Genius

[thesinglesjukebox]

DOECHII - WHAT IT IS (BLOCK BOY)

What It Is (Solo Version) (Sped Up) (Slowed Down) (Blurbed)

[6.42]

Michelle Myers: If you need a reminder of how times have changed, consider that the Atlanta rap group Trillville reached #14 on the Billboard charts in 2005. Their biggest hit, "Some Cut," is a crunk-adjacent trunk-blaster with nasty lyrics and enough funk in the beat to have sounded retro back then. Doechii's adroit reclamation of Trillville's iconic "what it is, ho?" hook over a "No Scrubs" sample feels powerful but never preachy. [8]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: This shouldn't work. By all indications, this is a crass gambit for pop crossover status, a promising rapper gluing together nostalgic samples and appending a guest verse from a noxious shithead who has nevertheless been one of the more consistent hitmakers in rap over the last half-decade. There's even a very silly EP of all the different "versions" of the song, featuring sped-up and slowed-down versions but no actual remixes. But "What It Is" isn't... that crass? For one, Kodak Black is no longer present, his middling guest verse and altogether awful vibes excised from the version of the track that actually gets rap radio play. And regardless of the version, Doechii is too good at her job to let this suck. While I prefer her more in rage or boom bap modes, she's still as stylish as ever, playing the role of pop-rap icon with enough poise that she might as well stay there as long as she can. [7]

Crystal Leww: "What It Is" feels like a relic from an era that doesn't exist anymore. It's when R&B-pop songs with a verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge-chorus structure with a guest rap verse could be genuine pop hits. It's from a time when artists could hit the 8-count -- hell, when music was made for an 8-count. It's a song about a crush that's bright rather than fucked up -- a feeling so light that it's like floating along the clouds. [7]

Katherine St Asaph: That Kandi/She'kspere sample has as much instant impact as it did the first time round in the '90s. But wow, you can really tell how incomplete this sounds without the Kodak Black verse that shouldn't have existed in the first place. [6]

Nortey Dowuona: This is just "Some Cut" but sung and including a mediocre Kodak Black verse. (Another thing he and Kendrick have in common?) The beat is thin and barely has a melody -- two piano chords under a pelting synth line and drums that are so spaced out they barely connect. I don't think any of these pieces gel into an actual song. Don't even know what Doechii is doing here -- this doesn't establish her as an artist, and the only good line isn't hers ("being black in America is the hardest thing to be"). What was so wrong with "Crazy"? At least "Crazy" actually banged -- this can't even cohere enough to suck. [4]

Brad Shoup: This would have been a passé chart ploy in 2009--a nod at crunk over some frothy pop-R&B. But now that I'm old I'm happy to hear both. [7]

Will Adams: Appealing in the way that any modern R&B-pop song that throws back to She'kspere is. Congrats to everyone who wished for a Kodak Black-free version. [6]

Leah Isobel: Doechii's timbre here is a little abrasive -- not unpleasantly so. She's tough, sharp. But she's not laid-back; she barrels through the track instead of working inside it, which is interesting given that both of the samples come from songs with a much more relaxed kind of energy. Of course, it's not like this beat is particularly relaxed either. It might be boxing her in. [7]

Rose Stuart: Fluffy pop flair limits Doechii's fire-cracker charm, keeping her from exuding her energy in the same way that made "Crazy" so visceral and alive. However, the discordant ringtone rap-esque beat is enough to keep things interesting. [5]

Ian Mathers: I really thought this might be the first year where the Jukebox didn't give me the genuinely lovely feeling I get when I hit play on a song I think I don't know and discover I've already heard and enjoyed it. But even in 2023, where it felt like I barely left the apartment, I heard this one out at least a couple of times. I'm not sure if that's inescapability or just luck. I do dimly recall there being some other element to this one, but oh well; whatever it is, I don't miss it. [7]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: Every line here can be memorized within a few listens, which means that any time it comes on, you can sing along to a series of hooks upon hooks. Doechii makes it look easy, too, as if inviting you to join in. No other single this year felt as generous. Hell, she even got rid of Kodak. [7]

Taylor Alatorre: In an attempt to provide the most controversial reasoning possible for the most un-controversial rating possible, I will say this: every generation gets the "All Summer Long" that it deserves. And since "All Summer Long" is a solid [6], I see no reason to rule any differently here. [6]

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[rad0529]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Mr. Christmas Cracker Barrel IlluminArt Concertina HTF PLEASE SEE VIDEO.

[queerasforks]

Allow me to set the scene for you:

Edward and Bella are driving down the road in one of their stupidly expensive cars.

They’ve been alive for far too long, and are really starting to feel the grates of being married for all eternity, at the ages of 17 and 18 respectively, very acutely.

Because they’re vampires, and as such, have no capacity to change their brain chemistry anymore, they still engage in what would be considered immature or childish spats.

These could last anywhere from a few hours, to a few months, a couple of years if the severity of hurt feelings calls for it.

Bella, much to Edward’s chagrin, is driving, along a winding wooded backroad. The radio has been playing what are currently considered “classics” though by their standards had once been contemporary, and it had given Bella a lot of nostalgia for the early days of their relationship.

She’s been quietly reminiscing with him, occasionally even showing him things, memories associated with the songs. Singing to bubblegum pop in the car with Renee on one of their many road trips. Bopping along to the divorced dad rock that Charlie and Billy had always been so fond of. Soft, emotionally charged songs Jacob had showed her while they hunched together over a CD player in a dimly lit record shop in Seattle.

She suddenly gets very excited about the opening piano chord of a song, murmuring “I loved this one too,” before turning the volume to an ear-splitting decibel.

Edward is transfixed; the music is beautiful, and Bella is reaching down deep, tapping into her rawest emotions as she sings along. Her thumbs drum along to the beat, and she really starts to dig in and belt the words. The music warps from simplistic piano into something a little more produced and electronic but Bella seems no less invested, and the car rattles with the reverb. Bella seems to think it’s amusing, that he’s so enamored with her like this, that she splits into a wide grin and laughs at him.

he’s missing the joke, she thinks, turning down the fade out instrumentals. “Get it?”

“Get what?”

“The song. It’s funny.”

“I thought it was beautiful,” He admits, a little sheepish that he had been so captivated by her that he hadn’t stopped to consider what it was she had been singing. She laughs at him again, and promises to have their daughter play it for him some time. She says they had acquired a vinyl pressing of the album, when Nes had wanted to attend a festival the artist was a part of.

It was one Edward had insisted was too dangerous for them to go, seeing as it had been in broad daylight. Bella had argued that their supernatural skin condition wouldn’t be noticed among the human festival goers, as most of them were some level of intoxicated, and the rest would simply assume it was their attire, as it had been standard at the time to douse yourself in sparkling glitters to attend these things. Eventually Edward had relented, and they had gone into the city, and come back a few days later covered in dirt and traces of loose glitter with merchandise bags in tow. They had managed to find a little something for everyone on that trip, and they had even surprised Edward with a silly little t shirt, with the pegboard game he was so fond of on the front, that had said something on the back to the effect of “i got pegged at Cracker Barrel Old Country Store”

(He hadn’t gotten this joke, either. He was just happy they had thought of him in the midst of their fun.)

They continue on their trip, and Edward forgets about the song, but keeps the memory of watching his wife look so thrilled to be alive tucked safely to his chest.

Eventually, he does get around to asking Nes about the song, when he finds his coveted Cracker Barrel shirt packed away in a box when they return to an old home.

(He can’t deduce for the life of him why Emmett always asks about how his ass feels when he wears it. It’s a shirt, not pants, Emmett, his ass is fine.)

Nes plays the song for him. He listens intently to the lyrics this time, and comes away feeling scraped raw by the sheer emotion Bella had exhibited in the car that day. This song had clearly affected her in a deep way. He asks what it is, and Nes laughs at him.

Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo.

Edward locks himself in his study to cry and doesn’t talk to Bella for six months, during which she plays the song over the surround sound speakers, and reminds him vehemently that she wouldn’t have felt that way if he had simply stayed with her after the birthday party incident.

He extends his study-stay another six months until Bella agrees to stop poking fun at him.