#coney island lunch

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Poisonous Rivalry

I know we like to comment on how Sam would probably idolized Poison Ivy, but would they actually get along?

They're very alike. They're headstrong, determined, and willing to cross lines to accomplish what they think is right. Also can be a bit abrasive, especially when you're on the other side of an argument

They're too alike

They would hate each other. Not like in a kill each other way, but I can't stand this person and need to one up them kind of rivalry

so imagine if you will, Danny and Sam (also Tucker if you want Eternal Trio) moving in next door to Harley and Ivy's place in Coney Island. Danny and Harley? They get along great. Thick as thieves and invite each other over all the time, have lunch together, and cause chaos the likes of which make even the gods tremble. Ya know, regular besties stuff

Sam and Ivy? They try to be civil for the sake of their spouses, but can't stand each other. It comes out as petty one-upmanship and they're constantly competing. "I helped raise this much for charity" "I killed the CEO of Polluters R Us" and their gardens? Beautiful! Stupendous! Amazing! They're gorgeous and it drives them both crazy

[alexihollis]

I Love You

"What?" Mercy's voice was quiet. Shell-shocked almost, eyes wide as she stared at Swan from the bed.

Who now felt incredibly awkward, hand going up to rub at the back of her neck as she repeated, haltingly, "I love you?"

It wasn't meant to be a question. It hadn't been, the first time Swan said it, pulling on her vest, untucking her hair from its confines and looking at Mercy. Sleepy, morning-drunk Mercy, dressed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, the blanket resting around her waist and arms curled around Swan's pillow that Mercy stole as soon as Swan rolled out of bed. The curtains on their window let in the smallest beam of light that fell over Mercy, bathing her in gold and making her hair shimmer like something precious. Swan felt like her heart might actually explode.

And the whole time, Mercy mumbled about stupid early morning meetings and that she would probably be gone to work before Swan got home, but that she hoped Swan had a good day. Reminded Swan to grab her money clip from the dresser drawer, because she always forgot, and that if Ajax told Mercy Swan didn't get lunch, Mercy would be making her bagged lunches for a week. Which was an interesting punishment choice, if Swan did say so herself.

Somewhere, in all of that, the words tumbled out.

Now, Mercy sat ramrod straight in bed, the blankets pooled around her hips. Swan's pillow landed on the floor.

Fuck. Swan fucked up. It was too soon and her heart now raced in a bad way and her skin felt clammy and her face felt way too hot.

"You love me?" Mercy repeated.

Swan's throat tightened and she could only nod.

"You love me," Mercy said, again, more to herself, the words somewhat hazy and her eyes trailing away. Like she couldn't believe it. Which started to make Swan calm down a bit and focus back, because...

What?

"You love me," Mercy said, again, but forcefully and looking at Swan, again. Swan was starting to get whiplash.

"Yes." Swan said. Because...Yes?

She loved Mercy. It was a fact about Swan as true as any other. Swan had dark hair and eyes. She was a Warrior and Cleon's number two. She lived in Coney Island and hated heights, which made the Wonder Wheel interesting. She loved Mercy.

"You said it first," and, now, Mercy's voice was simply filled with awe.

"...yes," what was Mercy expecting here, exactly?

And, then, a new fear, because those were tears welling in Mercy's eyes and rolling down her cheeks and-

Swan all but threw herself onto the bed as Mercy dissolved into tears. Except, she hesitated, hands fumbling as they could not decide whether to hold or wipe away tears or do nothing because Swan still wasn't sure what Mercy's reaction meant and now she was crying-

Mercy fixed that by tackling Swan down onto the bed. Plastering their bodies to each others in that way she did, burying her face into the junction of Swan's shoulder and neck. Her body racked with sobs as Swan held her tight, feeling the tears hitting her skin.

Swan said nothing, but held her. Rubbed circles into her back. Pressed kisses into her hair and tried to not feel like the world's biggest asshole. Telling your girlfriend you loved her had a couple outcomes, but Swan never thought complete and utter devastation would be one. Had she, she wouldn't have sprung it on Mercy when she needed to leave in fifteen fucking minutes to go on a job with Ajax, of all people, the least patient of literally anyone Swan knew. Goddamnit.

"I love you, too," Mercy mumbled into Swan's neck as her sobs lessoned. As her breathing evened and her chest stopped heaving so violently. "I love you. I love you, so much."

"Oh." Swan said. Ever the eloquent one.

Mercy snorted, a soggy, but happy sound. "No one's- No one else has said it first. Before."

Oh.

...oooh.

"Yeah, well. They are stupid," Swan said, decisively. "And don't matter. I love you."

"I love you."

...

"I still need to leave, Mercy."

"No."

Swan did, eventually, escape.

She was five minutes late, though.

Ajax did not shut up about it for the rest of the week.

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I wrote this. In the middle of the night. Because I cannot sleep and I am hoping this will help me sleep somehow I guess??

But also a prompt from an anon! that I hope they enjoy!!!

[xoxomirrorball]

coney island

Hawaiian!Percy Jackson x fem!reader

part 2 to Arcade Boy, can be read as a standalone :)

It was Percy’s idea to spend the day at Coney Island, lounging at the beach until the late afternoon. Then, once you had gotten sick of the salt water, the two of you decided to head up to the boardwalk and get a late lunch, ride some of the rides, and play some games. 

Percy absentmindedly swung your intertwined hands, humming to himself as you ate your final piece of cotton candy. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the world and making Percy’s eyes shine. His closeness in proximity to the water had put him in a peaceful state, calming his usual fidgeting, and highlighting the coloring of his eyes. You could get lost in those eyes any day, any time. 

You sighed, licking the sticky cotton candy remnants off your index finger before coming to a complete stop when something caught your eye. Percy didn’t notice your cease of movement, so as he stepped forward he got jerked back by his hand connected to yours. 

“Whatcha doin’ Angel?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and looking down at you. 

“I have an idea,” you said, walking a few feet to the left, Percy trailing behind you.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Percy replied, taking in the large building in front of him. He knew that building all too well.   

“I’d like to play some games. I’ll pay!” you turned to face Percy, holding both of his hands and widening your eyes as you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes. 

“Ugh. You know I can’t say no to you. But I’m not letting you pay.”

You smiled and threw yourself into Percy’s arms, kissing him hard. Percy eagerly reciprocated, whining when you pulled back. 

He smiled as you led him into the arcade, knowing damn well he’d do anything for you even if it was returning to his place of work on his off day.

You and Percy made your way through the arcade, game tokens in hand and copious amounts of tickets stuffed in his pockets. Apparently, working at the arcade gave Percy lots of time to figure out how to get a lot of tickets without spending a ton of money. 

As the sky turned dark and the stars came out, you and Percy made your way to the prize desk to redeem your tickets and get some prizes. 

“Oh, hey y/n, Percy. Spending your day off at work, huh?” Carter, one of Percy’s coworkers who you had met a few times before, said, scanning the slips of paper that you received for putting your tickets into the machine that counted them up

“Yeah man, y/n and I spent the day at the beach then came up here. I don’t mind, I love making her happy,” Percy told him, smiling at you and kissing your cheek. 

“Well, I decided a giant stuffed shark would make the bedroom decor ten times better, and where else to get a giant shark than the arcade. Percy’s been longing for that shark since you guys got it in!” you said, laughing and squeezing Percy’s hand as he laughed too. 

“Looks like you can afford to get it, too. 15,046 tickets.” Carter whistled lowly. 

“Yes!” Percy cheered, pumping his fist in the air. You laughed, taking your phone out to snap a picture of Percy holding the shark that was probably as tall as you as Carter handed it to him. 

Carter turned to you, telling you the remaining balance of tickets, 46. You decided to get two plastic rings and some candy. He handed you the plastic bag of items and bid you goodbye. You and Percy made your way out of the arcade and to a bench, sitting and looking out at the water lapping against the sand. 

“Worth it,” Percy said as he slipped an arm over your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your temple. You hummed in agreement, pressing your head against his arm and soaking in the moment.  

[floridakilo]

what books are on your must read beat generation list

on the road (1957) novel

naked lunch (1959) novel

howl and other poems (1956) poetry

junky (1953) novel

the dharma bums (1958) novel

queer (1985) novel

desolation angels (1965) novel

mexico city blues (1959) poetry

interzone (1989) letters and essays

the yagé letters (1963) letters and essays

kaddish and other poems (1961) poetry

a coney island of the mind (1958) poetry

big sur (1962) novel

the subterraneans (1958) novella

gasoline (1958) poetry

[squieezie]

you’re my coney island baby

the radio plays in the background of the sweltering heat, where curly lays with his head resting on the wall of the curtis’ house. ponyboy sits next to him, thighs touching as he takes puffs from a cigarette they both share.

ponyboy’s math homework is laid out infront of him as he scribbles away with a blunt pencil. curly has the same worksheet, only he’s doodling in the corners instead of filling in the equations.

ponyboy leans over to look, giving an approving nod. his face is tinted red, sweat forming on his cheeks. curly thinks he’s never looked more attractive. if they weren’t out on the porch, if they were in curly’s bedroom or down at the treehouse in the woods, curly would have pulled him in and kissed him senseless. but they weren’t, they were on the porch for the public eye. he just shifted closer, letting his eyes flicker down to his lips.

ponyboy nods, smiling. 

“someday curls, we can do whatever we want.”

curly nods, folding his worksheet into a paper aeroplane.

“you boys hungry?” darry stuck his head out the door, shirt unbuttoned.

both boys nodded, quickly pulling themselves up and into the kitchen. it was even warmer inside, even with the windows and door open. a small fan in the corner was blowing in every direction, making little to no difference. two-bit was spread out on the couch, sweating like a pig but asleep nevertheless. sodapop and steve were having a half-assed game of snap, steve pausing every once in a while to push back his ungreased hair.

as curly looked around the room, he noticed there wasn’t a greased lock in sight. the heat would have melted it anyway, and curly never could get the grease through his tight coils. if he wasn’t surrounded by the other boy’s whole gang, he would’ve ran his fingers through pony’s hair, feeling the softness under his fingertips.

curly slid onto the couch next to where ponyboy had plopped down, fiddling with the chain around his neck. 

“anyone up for poker?” sodapop asks, half-heartedly.

“naw, ain’t nobody wanna play when ya cheat all the damn time sodapop!” steve shouted, grinning when soda jumped ontop of him, beginning the third fight of the day.

“get off eachother for gods sake, it’s too hot in here for all that.” darry says, setting down a glass of water infront of ponyboy who accepts it gratefully.

“ain’t i get any water, dar?” soda asks, frowning in mock hurt.

“when ya look like yer on the verge of passin’ out, you can have some darrel delivery service.” darry grins, pointing at soda with two fingers, pretending to shoot him. sodapop jumps back, playing dead.

“me and curly are goin’ to my room, that okay, dar?” darry nods, giving a thumbs up before faltering. 

“what ‘bout lunch? i made pb&js..” his voice trails off as soda jumps up, running to the kitchen. “guess we know what it takes to bring him back from the dead then.”

pony laughs, curly feels lightheaded. sodapop runs back in, almost tripping over the carpet that runs along the floor. he passes a plate to pony, then to curly. they both dig in, curly eating like it’s his last meal on earth. which could be linked to how he’d had no breakfast, but curly decided them to be unrelated.

ponyboy finishes quickly after, dragging curly into the kitchen to drop their plates in the sink before slinking off to pony’s room. as soon as the door shuts, curly pushes him against the closed door, letting his hand rest against the doorknob so he can know if somebody tries to get in. ponyboy grins, closing the short distance between their lips.

this. this is what curly stays sane for.

they know nothing else can happen. they know the shirts will stay on and they won’t move away from the door. they know that this is all they can do.

the doorknob wiggled from the outside and both boys lept away, fixing their shirts and moving to sit on the bed.

“what you guys up to?” sodapop came through the door, grinning like a mad man.

curly shrugged and leaned back on his hands.

“just talkin’, can’t really do anythin’ in this weather can we pones?” 

ponyboy forced out a laugh and nodded.

“what’s up, soda?”

“me and steve are headed to the lake, y’all wanna come?” pony nods quickly but curly hesitates, checking the clock on the wall.

“i got business, maybe next time.” he pulls himself up, waving bye to pony and nodding at sodapop before he walks out the door, fixing his hair once again.

ponyboy runs out after him, meeting him out on the porch where they were just minutes ago.

“come round tommorow?” he asks, eyebrow raised. curly grins.

“sure pone. cya tommorow.” 

and with that he leaves, letting the heat drift over his shoulders. 

he shoots a look behind him as he crosses the street, thinking back to the pressing of lips and the pressure of calloused hands.

he lets it drift back inside the house, where his secret would be safe. where he could be safe.

[thirst2]

After finding out where I was from a woman on the train in Boston smiles and tells me not to worry she hears that in the next five to ten years Detroit is going to be the Midwestern New York I in turn worry for obvious reasons the rats in New York are tall enough to drive taxis the people in New York are all seemingly allergic to saying excuse me those are problems we do not want three years later I pick up a paper and the headline reads welcome to the new Detroit and I'm quickly reminded of something my grandmother once said you can sell a house a hundred times but the walls will still tell stories on the first family that owned it you can't throw soil on top of a land of living people then try to convince the outside world that their home was graveyard before it began to blossom bike lanes and fine dining this is not a city attempting to transition into another city it's Detroit it's churches in old buildings that lean like drunk lovers but still open every Sunday for worship it's Coney Island hot dogs and Faygo pop on the days when you wanna feel like you were the only one told the secret It's what up doe and water shut offs a woman planting flowers in potholes a line straight out of a tupac poem it's still here because we didn't change our zip codes when our schools started shutting down our sports teams started losing and our air started smelling like gun smoke and new money it's Motown it's a homeless man in bright colors on the corner of Selden and Second in bright colors and music-less headphones always dancing like his imaginary check had more money on it than he expected and yea sometimes the suburban folks treat the city like a party they weren't invited to leave trash start fights then exit before the police show up sometimes the police don't show up it's not perfect but it's a city that held its place in line until God returned from an extended lunch break a place where any person on the streets will still politely give you directions even when they themselves feel lost it's a beast that swallowed my brother along with countless other friends and family members long before their time but home is wherever the most of your loved ones are buried it's the place that's found the perfect balance between breaking your heart and layering your skin it's the factory that you were built in on the nights when you feel defective it's the safest space for you to return to so to the woman in Boston who thought that I was worried to the couple in Seattle that wanted to know if my skin has ever tasted bullet to the people trying to figure out which Detroit to believe It's a complicated story with more semi colons than periods on its best day it's still broken but it works it grinds it is ours still

—"Detroit", Natasha "T" Miller

[thelegofamilyau]

The 100 yard stare

For all the fun of Logan, for every bad song, every punch in the arm, every laugh there was something beneath the surface.

Logans 100 yard stare.

It was quiet often the dream chasers found Logan's stare and it never failed to chill them to the bone.

For Cooper, the frist time he saw it was at coney island.

Cooper had steped away to take Mateos phone call. It was the fight that almost ruined there friend ship. As Cooper yelled into the phone he walked over to where he saw Logan on the dock.

Cooper froze seeing him.

Logan, leaning back with his hands in his hoodie pocket. He stared into the sky. Cooper fallowed his gaze and looked at the lightning that flashed in the sky. He felt the wind pick up as Mateo hung up on him.

There was a flash before Logan turned his head to Cooper. It was almost like Logan had to flip a swtitch before he put on a grin.

"So what did that loser want?" Logan laughed as he wrapped his arm around Coopers shoulders.

And while Izzie is the most hyper active person on the planet she saw it too. At lunch.

There was on day a week where she thought none of her friends had the same lunch as her. That was until she found Logan sitting alone in the cafeteria. It was the strangest thing. Seeing him frown. His eyes locked onto a cup of ice. Just ice. And he just sat there staring, no, watching, watching ice melt. She almost saw tears well up in his eyes.

That was until Logan saw her. He quickly jumped onto his seat and yelled- "Izzie! Over here!"

Logans smile had always been infectious so she forgot about it immediately as she ran over.

Zoey thinks when she discovered Logans 100 yard stare was the scariest. They where on a mission in the dream world when they fell into a cavern made of dirt. Not even anything fun like chocolate dirt or a cave of crystals, just dirt.

"We have your signal, we'll be there in 5 minutes dont move" Albert said over the coms. Zoey dream crafted a purple light to fill the cave and that's when she saw it.

Logan was staring at his feet as he dugg the toes of his shoes into the dirt. His stare hard and cold but Zosy could see longing in his eyes. But to her it was terrifying. And it was terrifying because she knew that look. She had that look when her mom died and her dad left. The look of having someone important ripped away from you. And also the determination to do whatever it takes to get them back.

But as soon as the rope dropped down into the cave Logan shot up and cheered. "Finally! What took ya guys!?"

And the last dream chaser to see Logans stare was Mateo. The two had been partnered on a mission and surprisingly Logan hadn't complained. Which Mateo felt weird about. They had decided to take a break, the part of the dream world they where in was dark so they made a fire. About 10 minutes had passed when Logan caught Mateo's eye. Logan was staring into the dancing flames of the fire. And Mateo doubted Logan even felt the tears run down his face.

"Mateo. Promise me something." Logan stare didn't break, and at this point Mateo wasn't even 100% sure he was taking to the real Logan. "Promise me. Promise me you'll kill the nightmare king the frist chance you get." And Mateo had no idea why Logan would ask him of such a thing. And he especially didn't know why he said. "I will."

But he's glad he did. Because as soon as Mateo stabed the Nightmare king to death with his pencil and the former king turned to sand a door appeared and opened.

Logan fell to his knees infront of the dream chasers as they watched 4 men walk through the door.

The ninja of Lightening.

The ninja of Ice.

The ninja of Earth.

And the ninja of Fire.

Logans eyes never left the ninja as he sobbed.

"Logan?" The Fire ninja asked with a broken voice.

Zoey went to Logans side and the others fallowed. She grabed his arm and Mateo grabed the other. And with the help of Izzie and Cooper they lifted Logan up.

Logan sniffed, breathing in all his snot. He looked around him at his friends before he wiped his face.

"Are....are you the ninja? Are you Kai, Cole, Zane and Jay?" Logans eyes finally turned back to the ninja. "Are you my fathers?"

It wasn't even a second later Logan was in there arms.

Logan had known it was prophecies that a powerful dreamer, with the ability to create life in and out of the dream world would kill that nightmare king. And Logan had known that when the Nightmare king was killed, the portal to home would open to him. And home he was taken from at not even a month old.

Logan looked at Mateo through the limbs of his fathers. He smiled as he stared at his friends. "Thank you" was all he managed.

Thank you.

Thank you for seeing me.

Thank you for understanding.

Thank you for bringing me home.

Thank you for being my home.

[justcallme-bucky]

Were you ever scared that you would lose Steve in the War?

I lost Steve every time we went somewhere back in the 40s. The movies? Outside getting his ass handed to him because he told someone to be quiet. Stark Expo? Off forging documents for the umpteenth time to join the Army. Coney Island? Off in an alleyway vomiting up his lunch after the coaster. That man needs a goddamn tracking chip.

Oh...you meant....right. Nah, he seemed pretty indestructible and it was more about feeling useless since he no longer needed my protection and losing him to a new life without me. Thanks for bringing back those rough memories. But hey, I didn't have to worry for too long, i fell off a fucking train and was left for dead and experimented on for 70 years.

@cap-steverogers

[spartansuttons]

Quick trip downtown to set up some new chairs in my office. Lauren and G with a little downtown exploration, a stop at the Nike Store, and then American Coney Island for lunch!

[lnsfawwi]

it started with an anniversary gift.

"95th anniversary of the first time we met." steve said, shoving a bento box his way.

"you mean the first time I saved your ass." bucky took the lunch box, opened it, and stared. "what is this?"

"bento box. lunch. it's rice with..."

"I know what it is, steve. but what the hell is this?" bucky pointed at the heart-shaped rice, the lemon slices on top of the salmon that were also put together like a heart and the vegie salad that shined suspiciously. there was also a stick-it note on the inside of the box that just said 'love, steve'.

steve actually flushed. "I saw this on the internet. apparently women in Japan do this for their husbands to show affection."

"first of all, women in Japan deserve better. second of all," bucky smirked, "are you saying you want to be my housewife, stevie?"

"shuddup, jerk, I was trynna be romantic."

"it is. I love it. actually, lemme show you how much I love it."

oh bucky loved it.

the presents just kept coming, and getting more random as the occasion got more random as well.

bucky got a bunch of hair ties for international women's day ("they are on sale, buck!"), all the different kinds of hotdogs from the nathan's in coney island for international children's day because they loved that as kids, a bottle of artisan moonshine (which bucky refused to believe was a thing, like what the hell was so artsy about moonshine?) on george barnes' birthday because even during the prohibition old barnes always had some stash, a nice custom-made pistol on the 10th anniversary of the day steve peeled off the mask from bucky's face ("this's twisted, rogers."), a beautiful bouquet of flowers just because.

bucky never expected to get something for international mother's day though.

bucky was wakened by a series of kisses and greeted by a nice breakfast in bed. it was lovely, but also weird. "are you pregnant?"

"I hope not."

"then what's all this?"

"it's mother's day."

"so?"

"so you are the mom friend of our little friend circle!" steve said cheerfully. "happy mother's day!"

"why do I tolerate you?"

"cus you love me."

"unfortunately."

[carewyncromwell]

Just because they've been in my sketchbook a long while and I haven't done anything with them since they didn't really turn out the way I wanted...here are a few unfinished doodles I've done over the last year!

Starting with the top left, we have Carewyn and Merman!Orion, as referenced in that one short Mermay AU I did a year ago with Carewyn as a performer on Coney Island --

In the midst of Carewyn singing this song, however, the other four members of the Circle of Khanna were startled to realize that the Manta – who’d been curled up out of sight in the tank at the far corner of the stage – had actually gotten up off the ground and floated up to the top of the tank, sticking his head out above the water and resting it down on his arms perched on the edge of the tank so he could listen. His eyes had even drifted closed while Carewyn was singing, as if relaxing. And when Carewyn stopped singing and actually looked up at him, his black eyes softened noticeably, and he nodded slowly and approvingly.

On the top right, we have an unfinished 10-year-old!Jacob, 2-year-old!Carewyn, and the old Bach family cat Ella under the Christmas tree, as referenced in this one short fic I did earlier this year around Father's Day --

As Jacob told the story [of Hansel and Gretel], he took every opportunity he could to make Carewyn laugh, putting on his best imitation of his snippy English teacher when reading for the woodcutter’s wife and a cackling, “old-lady” voice for the witch. It entertained both Carewyn and Jacob greatly. Carewyn liked the first story so much that Jacob went on to read two more – Little Red Riding Hood and Cinderella – after which Carewyn started to nod off. Her head drooped down onto her brother’s shoulder, and Jacob smiled fondly down at her before, taking care to avoid Ella the cat, he slid both himself and his little sister out from under the tree and scooped her up so he could carry her upstairs to bed. The old Siamese cat proceeded to follow Jacob and Carewyn upstairs, only breaking off once Jacob had put Carewyn to bed and closed the door.

Next, on the bottom left, we have Jacob's usual look while working as a barman for the Three Broomsticks, as referenced in this drabble I set during Carewyn's seventh year. (I didn't finish this one because seriously, Jacob, your muscled arms will be the death of me.)

The bottom middle obviously is Ghost-Bride!Carewyn from my Haunted Mansion AU, featuring the infamous clock featured in the original ride -- I'd been visiting Disneyland on one of my days off work that day, and while re-riding the Haunted Mansion (my personal favorite ride), I started drawing her in the queue and then finished her up while eating lunch at the Golden Horseshoe. I actually got a few families looking over my shoulder both in the line and at the restaurant watching me work, which made me blush! XD

And finally, thanks to some asks and prompts earlier this year making me remember how much I love him, the bottom right is my Marauder Era boy Ed Rosier and his OTL Regulus Black, back in their school days. Ed's face claim is Sebastian Stan, and when Ed was young, he used to dye his hair blond the way Seb has in some of his lesser-known non-Marvel-associated films (such as I'm Not Here). Ed did this as to better set himself apart from his older brother Evan, who Ed was constantly confused for, due to the two brothers' strong visual similarity, as well as constantly overshadowed by. It was only after losing Regulus, being disowned by his family, and learning of his brother's death that Ed went back to his natural hair color, making him much more resemble Seb as Bucky Barnes. Regulus's inspiration for this sketch was everyone's favorite fancast for him, Timothee Chalamet, even if personally I imagined Regulus having straight hair and looking much more like Skandar Keynes while originally reading the books.

Much love, all! Hugs and kisses! xoxo

[jxncywarrior]

Stranger Things characters and ships as Taylor Swift albums

Part Nine: evermore

*Disclaimer: I’m tagging all the ships and characters featured. I’m gonna try not to be biased. MOST of these are strictly based on canon. No hate to ANY ships or shippers.*

willow: Steddie (Eddie’s POV)

“They count me out time and time again. Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind. But I come back stronger than a 90's trend”

champagne problems: Stancy (Nancy’s POV)

“Love slipped beyond your reaches and I couldn't give a reason”

gold rush: Byler (Will’s POV)

“I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush”

‘tis the damn season: Ronance (Nancy’s POV)

“You could call me babe for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, write this down. I'm stayin' at my parents' house and the road not taken looks real good now”

tolerate it: Will to Lonnie

“Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow. I know my love should be celebrated. But you tolerate it”

no body, no crime: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen. And I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene. Good thing Este's sister's gonna swear she was with me ("She was with me dude"). Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy”

happiness: Byler (Will’s POV)

“When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt? Ihope she'll be a beautiful fool. Who takes my spot next to you”

dorothea: Byler (Mike’s POV)

“The stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo. And if you're ever tired of being known for who you know. You know, you'll always know me”

coney island: Byler (Mike’s POV)

“The fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go. Sorry for not making you my centerfold”

ivy: Byler (Will’s POV)

“I wish to know the fatal flaw that makes you long to be magnificently cursed. He's in the room. Your opal eyes are all I wish to see”

cowboy like me: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up. And the old men that I've swindled really did believe I was the one. And the ladies lunching have their stories about when you passed through town. But that was all before I locked it down”

long story short: Elmax (El’s POV)

“'Cause I fell from the pedestal. Right down the rabbit hole. Long story short, it was a bad time. Pushed from the precipice. Clung to the nearest lips”

marjorie: Jonathan to Will

“What died didn't stay dead. What died didn't stay dead. You're alive, you're alive in my head”

closure: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“It wasn't right. The way it all went down. Looks like you know that now”

evermore: Jancy (Jonathan’s POV)

“I thought of you (all the things that will be lost now). In the cracks of light (can we just get a pause?). I dreamed of you (to be certain we'll be tall again). (If you think of all the costs). It was real enough (whether weather be the frost). To get me through (or the violence of the dog days). (Out on waves being tossed). But I swear (is there a line that we could just go cross?). You were there”

right where you left me: Byler (Will’s POV)

“Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it. She's still 23 inside her fantasy. How it was supposed to be. Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? Break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it”

it’s time to go: El to Brenner

“15 years, 15 million tears. Begging 'til my knees bled. I gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all. Then wondered why I left. Now he sits on his throne in his palace of bones. Praying to his greed. He's got my past frozen behind glass. But I've got me”

Links to other parts of this series: Debut, Fearless, Speak Now, Red, 1989, reputation, Lover, folklore

[oldbaton]

nobody wants performance to be messy or provocative or gross anymore. like... what are these people doing in a mosh pit.

i go to these punk/goth rock shows in coney island once a month for most of the year and theyre amazing. dirty grungy. people spitting and stripping and putting shit up their ass. its such a release! ive had a drag artist completely naked make out with my ear. during ladies who lunch one time in the east village. it was amazing.

and im not trying to be dismissive of conversations that are important! i wanna be clear about that!

but like. art is societally transgressive sometimes. (note the word societal meaning violating societal norms, it should never be personally transgressive to you or violate you). and what about it. people spit in their hair at punk shows and shotgun beers and throw it in the crowd. lol

[theclowngirlfriend]

Putting Myself in Situations: Retrieving my Towed Car

This past Tuesday, my car was booted by the city due to my avoiding parking ticket payments. By Wednesday morning as I went out to go to work I saw the outline of my car in trash and glass shards and knew that it had finally happened: my car had been kidnapped. I had no time to consider how I’d go about paying the ransom, as I was already on track to be a little late to entertain and educate the two year olds. The day was bright and cold and clear, which almost tricked my nerves into a sense of ease. I knew I’d have to spend the day making calls to the DMV between nap time and lunch and brief moments of free time. It’s only in these moments of profound personal stress that I sorely miss the mundanity of my usual routine and rhythms. I was mourning my morning consumption of erotic fiction and sci-fi novels and the little things that take me far away in my mind to a little transcendental place of light and independence. It didn’t help that I had just started this job the week prior, and I feared that my tear stained cheeks and erratic phone calls would make me look like an inconsistent, unreliable freak. Because, all things considered, I do not behave in that frenzied manner often, but I resented not having their benefit of the doubt. I love this new job, and the way the kidnapping of my car affected me was exacerbated by the possibility of making a poor impression on these nice but stern ladies at the daycare. 

So by Friday afternoon I had negotiated, paid, called and cried as quickly as possible, trying to squeeze the utmost hell into one three day period, so as not to spread out the personal anguish any longer than necessary. I will pay off my debt, that does not scare me. It is losing my moments of solace in the morning that I’ve learned I cannot deal with. Each day is hell in itself that I cannot do a little drifting. By Saturday I was on an hour and a half journey to an impound lot bordering Coney Island. The trip would be a long silent trek. But as I sat alone, save for one man on the second leg of the journey, I didn’t feel the sting of what had happened, but the grateful feeling of accomplishment. I had navigated the bureaucratic maze, and this pilgrimage in the rain to the middle of nowhere now filled me with an inexplicable giddiness. The sky was comically gray, my eyes swollen but healing. I couldn’t shake the feeling of reprieve like when you poop away the doom laden stomach ache. I looked at my head poking through my scarf in the reflection of the subway window, the second week of work buzzing lazily in the back of my mind, and the adult face I see on my own looks like my mother’s, and I feel one step closer to the me that I will be for the long haul. But in the very same moment, I always have been the person I will be, and that I will never stop doing things for the first time. And the next time I feel the dread and helplessness that the week has brought, it will be a duller pain, and it will be easier than this time. 

I followed my maps to the lot which was essentially a junkyard. At the junkyard was an Indian father with his two kids, picking up his SUV. The woman who checked me in with her burnt blonde hair. An older white man ushering the cars out of the lot with a black hood, work gloves and boots. The lot faced a parkway and one stand alone towering apartment building. This was a usual Saturday, and I am glad to be amongst people, despite our convoluted systems and rules. They released my car, exactly as it was before. But I look at it like Christmas morning. I like the way I feel behind the wheel. I called my mom for a long while and watched the small drops of rain on the windshield. I feel closer with her, and I can’t stop wondering if I’d be helpful to my daughter in a similar situation. 

I park on the correct side of the street when I get home, and it’s only 11:45am.

[clarabowmp3]

helloooo this is your very apologetic secret santa whose body hates her but at least on a sick day i have a free moment to drop into your inbox!!

not in college anymore but ughhh i remember the stress of course registration!! is it finals season for you? ik my sibling is only about a week away from finals. and booo on your CS prof, I hope you get a very nice lunch later.

hopefully a fun question today... which TS aesthetic, album/era wise, is your fav? is it the same as your fav album musically? also, is your all-time fav TS song on your fav album or no?

I promise I will be back in your inbox tomorrow 🩵

Im sorry im so late to get to this but NOOO you were sick?? ugh I am SUCH a baby when I get sick literally 12 hours in and I'll be like mum I think you need to drive me to the hospital and then I'll go to sleep and I'll be literally okay when I wake up lmaoo 😭 was it rlly bad? are you feeling better now?

I actually finished my finals in nov! My last one was 29 Nov or smth and I'll get my overall grades on Christmas eve (lol that is certainly A Choice by the profs like that's either going to make or break your Christmas AHAHA) the finals are obv the largest component of my grade and Im quite sure I passed all of them based on the marks my profs have released so I'm not too worried :)))

oooh that's a veryy interesting question!! I think aesthetically evermore might be my fav (I'm such a sucker for plaid and forest colours like burgundy and forest green and mustard etc), musically I can't decide between reputation fearless tv and folklore jdhsfjlfad I think it's cuz they're all so different but I love all of them so much, like they all resonate with different parts of me so I can't rlly compare btw them, if that makes sense? as for all-time fav song, ooh that's tough . I would say either aotgylb or run ft ed sheeran or coney island or the alcott, and none of them are on my musically favourite albums but they're just such standout songs for me ahhh

[touti21]

10 Must-Try Foods in New York: A Culinary Journey

New York City, the culinary capital of the world, is a melting pot of flavors, aromas, and culinary traditions. From street food to upscale dining, the city offers an unparalleled gastronomic experience. Whether you’re a local or a visitor, exploring the diverse food scene is a must. Here’s a guide to ten iconic foods you simply cannot miss during your culinary journey through New York City.

1. New York-Style Pizza

No trip to New York is complete without indulging in a slice of New York-style pizza. Characterized by its thin crust, crispy edges, and generous toppings, this pizza is a favorite among locals and tourists alike. Head to places like Joe’s Pizza in Greenwich Village or Lombardi’s in Little Italy for an authentic experience. Grab a slice, fold it, and savor the classic taste of New York.

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2. Bagels with Lox and Cream Cheese

A New York bagel is another staple you can’t miss. Often described as the best in the world, New York bagels are chewy and delicious. Top it with cream cheese and lox for a classic breakfast that’s quintessentially New York. Head to Russ & Daughters or Ess-a-Bagel for a perfect pairing.

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3. Hot Dogs

Street food in New York is legendary, and the hot dog is a quintessential choice. Vendors are scattered throughout the city, but Gray’s Papaya and Nathan’s Famous in Coney Island are among the best. Enjoy it with sauerkraut, onions, or your choice of toppings. It’s a quick, satisfying meal that captures the spirit of New York.

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4. Cheesecake

New York-style cheesecake is rich, dense, and creamy, making it a dessert lover’s dream. Famous establishments like Junior’s in Brooklyn serve slices that are legendary for their taste and texture. Pair it with a fresh fruit topping for an unforgettable end to your meal.

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5. Pastrami on Rye

When it comes to deli sandwiches, pastrami on rye is an absolute must-try. Katz’s Delicatessen is famous for its generous portions and historic atmosphere. The tender pastrami paired with mustard and served on freshly baked rye bread is a classic that has stood the test of time.

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6. Dim Sum

New York’s Chinatown offers a vibrant array of dim sum, making it a fantastic place to explore diverse flavors. From dumplings to buns, the variety is endless. Head to Jing Fong or Nom Wah Tea Parlor for an authentic dim sum experience, and be sure to share and sample a little bit of everything.

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7. Ramen

Ramen has become increasingly popular in New York, with countless shops serving up steaming bowls of this Japanese favorite. Ippudo and Totto Ramen are two spots known for their rich broths and perfectly cooked noodles. Enjoy a warm bowl that’s both comforting and flavorful, especially during colder months.

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8. Tacos

New York’s taco scene is as vibrant as the city itself. Whether you prefer traditional or innovative flavors, there’s something for everyone. Places like Los Tacos №1 and Tacombi serve mouth-watering options that are perfect for a quick lunch or a late-night snack.

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9. Street Pretzels

Soft pretzels are a popular snack sold by street vendors throughout the city. Warm and salty, these pretzels are perfect for grabbing on the go. Pair it with mustard for a traditional touch. A stroll through Central Park with a pretzel in hand is a quintessential New York experience.

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10. Cupcakes

Finally, no sweet tooth can resist New York’s famous cupcakes. Magnolia Bakery is a must-visit for its classic vanilla and chocolate options, topped with creamy frosting. Whether you prefer a traditional cupcake or something more adventurous, the city’s bakeries have it all.

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Conclusion

Embarking on a culinary journey through New York City is an adventure filled with diverse flavors and iconic dishes. From the bustling streets to upscale restaurants, the city’s food scene is vibrant and ever-evolving. Be sure to try each of these must-try foods for a complete taste of New York.

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So pack your bags, bring your appetite, and get ready for an unforgettable culinary experience in New York City!