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ablogofcourage · 8 months ago
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32girassoisdevangogh · 1 year ago
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lolitakirstein · 3 months ago
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Sore
A/N: Quick little thing I wrote that'll have a part 2. C/W: Nothing yet, suggestiveness and bad grammar as usual. Synopsis: You're sore from working out and gym owner Toji offers some additional services.
I roll my shoulders, feeling the persistent ache flare up. Going to the gym was great and all, but the constant muscle pain was becoming a problem. I decided to join to strengthen my body and relieve stress. But I’d be lying if I wasn’t easily hooked into coming by the gym's owner, Toji. 
Aside from signing up with him and seeing him around the weight room and casual hellos, I haven’t had anything other than casual conversations. But damn is he fun to look at—tall, buff, brooding. I can’t say I don’t push my ass out more when I see he’s in the gym.
But today I didn’t have the strength to hoochie-up, my neck, back, and hips were all so tense. I head to the mats at the corner of the gym in hopes of stretching out these knots.I use the foam roller and massage my back, wincing at the pain. It gets so intense that I have to close my eyes to focus on my breathing. 
In, out, relax, in, out, re-
“Sore?”
The gruff voice snaps me out of my moment. I look up, seeing Toji sauntering by, carrying a 30-pound weight to re-rack in one hand like it was a baby bird. 
I sit up, slowly and watch as he organizes the free weights. “Yeah a little bit, but…” I wince as I try to stretch forward across my outstretched legs, “I don’t know… it's not just muscle soreness. I think I’m sleeping wrong.”
He grunts. “Ever had an adjustment…seen a chiro?”
“No, I’m too scared they’ll snap my neck.” 
He booms a laugh, throwing his head back. His strong neck on display. “Takes a lot more than a little twist to snap a neck, dear.”
“And how would you know,” i tease. 
“I don’t just own a gym, hon. I actually studied the body and all its intricacies. Gotta know the body before you can be training people you know. Got my massage and physical therapy certificate before I said fuck it and decided to open this place” He says proudly. 
“Awh, so you aren’t just a meathead?” I coo.
“Psh, far from it,” he says with a smile. “But you know, if you ever want me to look at ya, check out you muscles and alignment, let me know ok?
Check me out? Look at me? My mouth dries at the thought of being in such an intimate setting with Toji. Me, laying there, him over top of me, his hands rubbing the sore spots on my body…—
“Up to you,” He throws his hands up defensively, “Sorry, I know that’s kinda a weird thing to ask a lady.”
I laugh, “No, sorry. Yeah, I’d like that.”
He nods, but I clock the way his jaw ticks and he quickly glances up and down my frame as I stand. 
“Well, I’m getting ready to lock up for the night. If you’re through here, I’ll walk you out to your car.”
After packing my gym bag while Toji finishes up closing, we exit the gym together. Toji walked in front of me, and he was quite an intimidating character in the dark. I’d rather be escorted by him than confronted by him. 
“Thanks,” I say when we get to my car and unlock it. 
“No problem,” he opens the door for me, “Offer still stands if you ever want a little TLC on them muscles.”
“Ok, I will.”
“I’ll be gentle” He leans forward, a smug look on his face, “But we can work up to some more intense work.”
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vintagepresley · 6 months ago
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“I used to smoke, I used to drink. I used smoke, drink and dance the hoochy-coo.”
Plays through my head often. Like dance the what Elvis?? Lmaooooo.
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Livin' Blues - Rock & Roll Hoochie Coo
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stylesunchained · 2 years ago
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It's always that harrie blog and their anons treat themselves like so credible source, then when ppl with actual connection in Hollywood (pa-anonoverflow, team-hoe-wans, hoochy-coo) says something about harry, They were saying "do you think anyone can get info ab harrys life? because he's so private person" bc both of that blogs I mentioned were saying things about harry that they learned through their jobs and powerful connections were completely opposite of what that certain H blog were claiming as facts. Harry is private person when that benefit their delusions.
I'm actually glad team-hoe-wans blog is here to burst these ppl's bubble everytime, bc I believe her connection ain't just a random, her dad has strong position in Hollywood
I do not know who that is, I haven’t ever heard of that blog
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hoochy-coo · 2 months ago
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What's this about? I'm a little lost
Re: Gabriette, Camille Rowe, Lucky Blue and Nara Smith all sat together at the Fendi show
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dainschult576 · 1 year ago
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Rock & Roll Hoochie Coo On a Sunny Day
Let's go do this thing...
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awolgina · 1 year ago
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rock and roll hoochie coo tokesntunes Johnny winter boomer learning series
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TGIF bassackwards tokesntunes slurper 1st then orange crush fresh pots. classic rock 🎸 👌 🤘
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sjx3gaming · 2 years ago
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Themed Gym: Rock N Roll Hoochie Coo! Source: /r/themedgyms
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angeldcgs · 9 months ago
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mac kept flip-flopping back and forth between believing him to be completely genuine or completely full of shit. she'd never met anybody so wholly altruistic, his outlook on the world devoid of that casual cynicism she'd figured was the default amongst folks of their generation, to the point where it was almost suspicious. he couldn't possibly be real, and yet, he didn't seem capable of pulling off such an elaborate ruse just to charm her. somehow, she'd found the last true pure heart in the state— perhaps the country. such a rare and valuable catch, and one she'd secured with no effort involved. as much as she'd grown to love the thrill of the hunt, it made her that much more curious to know just what he'd let her get away with, having trapped him with such ease. "that's what you're here for, huh? makin' the world a better place, one hungry hoochie at a time!" she gushed, doling out copious amounts of honey as a sticky tar pit trap he'd never be able to pull himself out of. going from receiving no attention at all to an influx of intense, vaguely sexually charged attention must've been enough to make his head spin, not to mention that mac herself was the human equivalent of a sucker punch. she could be too much for even the boldest of people to handle, so rabbit was doing fairly well holding his own against her, all things considered. her voracious appetite had seemed to stun him into silence, eyes half glazed over before he snapped back to reality, but not before an adorably animated expression of confusion crossed his face. "s'alright," she forgave him with an easy smile. "think you was a lil' distracted back there. can't blame ya', really." mac seemed to rouse the most dramatic reactions out of folks; men were frequently forgetting their identities while in her presence, sometimes forgetting their own partners' existence in favor of rubber necking to ogle her physique as she passed by, like spontaneous amnesia. she met his good natured handshake with a surprisingly firm grip, making sure to lock eyes as they shook to assert dominance, just like her daddy taught her. just about the only valuable lesson she'd held onto from him. "i'm listenin'." propping her chin up on her hands, she leaned forward further to show he had her full attention, and she listened with the utmost intrigue as he explained his name. he had her in suspense until the very end, a broad grin stretching across her cheeks as she let out a good natured chuckle at his expense, one that faded to a fit of giggles. "you're shittin' me!" she exclaimed, her cackling laughter ringing out through the whole diner and drawing the attention of the few patrons who weren't already tuned into the pair. "huh... here i was hopin' it's 'cause ya' fuck like one." one more pronounced snort before she was startled by the appearance of the waiter pouring some shitty instant coffee into her mug, covering her mouth as if embarrassed her vulgar joke had been overheard by someone other than her intended audience. "i'm just teasin'," she reassured rabbit once he'd slunk away from their booth once again, voice lowered like she was letting him in on a special secret. "bet it's 'cause you're so damn cute. bunny boy..." her nose wrinkled affectionately, reaching out to pinch his non lipstick stained cheek with a demeaning coo.
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"i've heard that! it's a pity, the world would be a lot nicer if people did more good deeds for each other." rabbit proclaimed, as though it were some profound philosophical take, all while the same dopey smile sat proudly on his flushed face. it felt good to be seen as one of the good guys, not that anyone ever considered him as bad or anything of the sort, more so that they never considered him at all so it was nice to be seen in a positive light for once. as embarrassing as it was to be heckled by his coworkers, there was also a strange kind of pride that came with being seen with a pretty girl like her. no one expected to see rabbit brandt hanging out with a babe like her, especially not one no one else had seen around town before then and it gave him a small confidence boost, even if it was quickly buried by the weight of his awkwardness. he nodded eagerly in response to her double-checking that his kindness was genuine and watched with satisfaction as the waiter trudged over to take their order. a tiny town in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere didn't exactly pay the highest wages to their employees, and with each item requested rabbit felt his paycheck getting ripped further and further into until there was a solid chunk ripped out. it was okay though, she was obviously in need of someone as generous as him and he could make do with a loss like that. sure, his face had dropped comically with each thing she ordered, turning from a wide smile to something akin to a nervous animal but by the time she had turned away from the waiter and brought her attention back to him, he had straightened up his slumped posture and brought that smile back. "huh?" he asked, somewhat in a daze from what he had just witnessed. quickly shaking himself out of it, rabbit forced out a chuckle on account of his own foolishness and shook his head. "oh- yeah, gosh sorry. dunno how i forgot about that." maybe because he had been so taken by her strangeness alongside her beauty that remembering how to have a normal interaction had become less important than hurriedly proving his usefulness. "good to meet you mac." he shoved his hand out for her to shake, the polite way of introducing oneself just like his brother had taught him. "i'm- well that's kinda a story in itself." god forbid anyone overheard him trying to avoid telling her his nickname, he'd never get to live it down and the name would come to outlive him or anyone unfortunate enough to spend their time in that crappy diner. "name's johnny but no one really calls me that, 'less i'm in a whole lot of trouble." teachers at school, maybe, but only for a short while till they realised that not even his mama obeyed his birth certificate. "most people just call me rabbit, uh, cause i was a little jumpy as a kid. i ain't never really managed to shrug it ever since."
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serenityhues · 4 years ago
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Party Girl (1995), dir. Daisy von Scherler Mayer
I watched this film last night as part of @hoochy-coo movie club and absolutely loved it! Not only for it's iconic soundtrack and even more iconic costume design (thank you Michael Clancy) but because it reminded me why I'm Parker Posey's bitch.
If you need a reason to watch this movie please have in mind that Mary's wearing a Vivienne Westwood red bustier paired with Todd Oldham rhinestone shorts in the opening scene. I rest my case.
In my mind Parker Posey's character in High Fidelity is just a grown up Mary.
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i-used-to-collect-stuff · 6 years ago
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serpentinesheldonserpentine · 5 months ago
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Rick ‘Rock and Roll, Hoochie -Coo’ on vocals.
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The McCoys Hang On Sloopy
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hoochy-coo · 7 months ago
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Well no one is going to marry her or have kids. Everyone is safe lmao
Um there are tons of men out there that would run at the chance to marry her and have her children. Whether she wants them is the real question
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yourlocaltrashpandaxoxo · 2 years ago
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Just Clowning Around (CONTENT WARNING: H0M0PH03IC SLURS, HUMILIATION, BULLYING)
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"Very well done, Ms Adarna! That was an amazing match!" praised the ref, entering the locker room. Adarna smiled. "Thank you!" she replied, tying her hair back into a ponytail. She'd just won a match against Von Kaiser and was feeling pretty pleased with her victory.
"Afraid you can't get too comfy just yet, you're on again in a couple of hours against Celeste" the ref said. Adarna sighed. The ref gave her a look of sympathy and patted her on the back. "I'm sorry..." he whispered before leaving.
Adarna opened up her locker and pulled out a soft brown sweater. She quickly put it on and searched for her mobile. She hummed a tune to herself while she searched, occasionally glancing around to see if anyone was around to talk to.
"Get him in the face! Do it!"
Adarna froze for a moment. Who was that? She closed her locker and looked around. There wasn't anybody nearby.
"Hello?" she called out. No response. "Hello?" she called again, a little louder. Nothing. She shrugged it off and turned back to her locker.
"Look at him! What an ugly bender!"
'What!? Who would say such a horrible thing!?' she thought. The sound of laughter echoed from the far left of the locker room. Not kind, happy laughter. This was cruel, mocking laughter. She began rushing to the sound of the noise.
There was a small crowd of people, holding cellphones and laughing. Buckets of rotten food were laid beside them, all slimy and reeking to high heaven. Stood in front of the crowd was a sorry looking man with gothic clown make-up. His clothes were covered in gross stains and smudges.
They laughed and pointed at him. "Alright, who's ready for his pretty new make-over~?" cooed one of the crowd members, an ugly, stringy man with a stubby chin and a crooked nose. He picked up a heavy bucket off the ground and stood in front of the poor clown.
"On your knees, faggot!" he hissed. The clown didn't budge. "You heard him you complete fag! On your knees!" spat a nasty girl in the crowd. The clown sighed and obliged.
Without warning, the man dumped a huge, slimy mess of galaxy-coloured glitter glue and sludge over his head. The poor clown grimaced and retched at the stench. They all cackled hatefully and shoved their phones in his face.
"C'mon now Clownie! Smile for the camera sweetheart~!"
"Awwww poor wittle bender doesn't like his new make-up! What a pathetic loser!"
"Who's a pretty boy then~? Give your fans a smile~!"
"You're a clown! Make us laugh you pathetic joke!"
Adarna couldn't bear to watch this any longer. She charged forward and stepped in front of the man protectively. "UY! TANTANAN NIYO NA NGA SIYA, ANONG KLASENG TAO KAYO!?" she bellowed, burning with red hot rage. (Translation: HEY! LEAVE HIM ALONE, WHAT KIND OF MONSTERS ARE YOU!?)
The crowd sniggered. "Who's this silly little tart then?" asked the stringy man, smirking. "Go on birdie, fly away back to where you came from" taunted a fat girl with greasy plaits. "Learn to speak English you stupid floozy!" hollered a guy in a baseball cap.
Adarna glared over the crowd. The clown sighed and tried to nudge Adarna away. "S’il vous plaît, mademoiselle, ils ne vous feront que vous blesser..." he mumbled. Adarna ignored him. (Loose translation: Please, miss, they'll only hurt you too...)
"All of you should be ashamed of yourselves! How dare you call this poor man such horrid things!?" she yelled, wrapping an arm around Clown's greasy, sticky shoulder. The crowd chortled with cruel laughter.
"Oooooh! Lookie here! Miss Birdie over here thinks she can turn us!" cackled the stringy man. "For your information, it's Adarna" Adarna hissed. "As if we give a shit! You're just a stupid little hoochie to us!" spat the fat girl.
"As if you can say much! Take a look in the mirror for once in your life!" Adarna scolded. The girl laughed and shoved her phone into Adarna's face. "Guys! Check out this floozy, she thinks she can defend the poor wittle faggot!" she smirked.
Adarna knocked the phone out of her hand. It cracked against the floor and echoed around the room. She glared coldly at the girl. "Kayo ay mga walang hiyang mang-aapi! Paano kayo nasisiyahan manggulo sa ibang tao!?" she roared. (Translation: You're just a good for nothing bully! How can you take pleasure in being so cruel to someone else!?)
"Hey floozy, speak fucking English!" hollered someone from the nasty crowd. "I think it's time someone taught you to shut up, you feathered bitch" snarled the fat girl. She drew her arm back and swung. Adarna was quick to dodge and immediately slugged her in the face.
The stringy man tried to grab her from behind but she swivelled around quick enough to knock him out too. The others looked on with defeated, befuddled looks. The clown simply observed the whole scene, his face blank and expressionless.
"Kapag tinawagan niyo pa siya ng mga pangalan na ganon, pagsisisihan niyo yan" Adarna hissed "Sisiguraduhin ko" the hecklers all glared at her. "Come on everybody... This bitch isn't worth it..." said the baseball hat guy. (Translation: If you ever call him those names again, you'll regret it. Mark my words)
They all got up and trailed out, hurling petty insults at both Adarna and the clown. The fat girl tried hurling a rotten egg at her but the clown quickly took the hit instead. Once they left, he sighed heavily and began ambling away.
"H-Hey! Wait up!" Adarna called, following after him. The man turned around to face her. "Qu’est-ce que c’est?" he asked. "Do you need any spare clothes or anything?" she asked. He shook his head. (Loose translation: What is it?)
"Je le fais toujours, c’est une chose assez courante pour moi" he admitted, wiping a smear of foul sludge off of his cheek. Adarna winced. "You poor thing..." she mumbled, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. He tried to nudge her away again. (Loose translation: I always do, it's a pretty common thing for me)
"Ah, non s’il vous plaît vous n’avez pas à le faire" he said, gently moving her hand away "Je n’ai pas l’air ou l’odeur de la pêche en ce moment..." he tried to shuffle away again. "Hold on! Can I at least get your name?" Adarna called, hurrying after him again. (Loose translation: Ah, no please you don't have to. I don't look or smell peachy at the moment...)
The clown thought for a moment. "Claude" he replied "Claude Le Beau, un nom ironique car je ne suis certainement pas une beauté" he chuckled, looking a bit upset. "I think you're quite beautiful" Adarna said, smiling warmly "I'm Adarna, by the way" she added.
Claude couldn't help but smile back. "C’est très gentil de votre part de dire, mademoiselle Adarna" he said softly. Adarna gently took him by the hand and led him to a nearby sink. She flicked on the taps as he ducked his head under the water in an attempt to rinse out the stinking slop from from his hair. (Loose translation: That's very sweet of you to say, miss Adarna)
"Here, let me help" Adarna chirped, rinsing out Claude's dark black hair as best as she could. "Merci" Claude thanked, splashing his face. "Feeling better?" she asked. He nodded, a faint smile appearing on his greyed out lips.
"Vous n’avez vraiment pas eu à faire ça, mademoiselle Adarna" he replied. "Of course I had to, I couldn't forgive myself if I just stood there and watched" Adarna said, softly "I've had the same thing happen to me before, it's not pleasant" she shuddered, remembering the whole Novio incident. (Loose translation: You really didn't have to do this, miss Adarna)
"Je suis désolé que cela vous soit arrivé, Adarna" Claude sighed, wrapping an arm around her. She smiled warmly at this gesture. "Okay na ako, sigurado ako na hindi na mangyayari yon" she said "Sana ganun rin para sa iyo..." Claude sighed somberly. (Translation: I'm okay now, I'm sure it's not going to happen again. I hope the same goes for you...)
"J’ai peur qu’ils reviennent un jour pour me tourmenter à nouveau..." he muttered "Mais ne pensons pas à ça, ils sont partis maintenant grâce à vous" he rummaged around in his pockets for a moment. "Have you lost something?" Adarna asked, curiously. (Loose translation: I'm afraid they'll be back again someday to torment me again... But let's not think about that, they're gone now thanks to you)
He pulled out a beautiful feather from his pockets and handed it to her. "Un petit quelque chose pour se souvenir de moi, mon numéro est attaché autour de la pointe" he explained, pointing to a small piece of paper tied to the tip of said feather. (Loose translation: A little something to remember me by, my number is tied around the tip)
She smiled and carefully placed the feather in her pocket. "Maraming maraming salamat sa iyo, ikinagagalak kitang nakilala" she beamed. Claude offered his hand to her. "Peut-être que vous et moi pourrions peut-être nous revoir un jour ou l’autre?" he asked. (Translations: A: "Thank you very much, it's been a pleasure meeting you" C: "Maybe you and I could see each other again one day?")
"Of course! I look forward to seeing you again!" she chirped, shaking his hand. He gave her one final smile before stalking off to his locker to find a clean shirt. The ref suddenly came running down the hallway.
"There you are! Where have you been?" he gasped, leaning against a locker door to catch is breath. "Sorry, I was... Helping a friend" Adarna said, smiling. "That's kind of you" the ref replied, smiling back "The match starts in 20 minutes so I'd start getting ready if I were you" he darted off again, looking for someone else.
Adarna watched him leave and made her way back to her locker. She took the feather out from her pocket, looked down at it and smiled.
"Buti na lang tinulungan ko siya..." (translation: I'm so glad I helped him)
(Author's note: Thank you all for reading this! This is kind of an intro for a new oc that I haven't done a bio for but hey this was much more fun. Big thank you to @nesssblog for letting me use Adarna, helping me translate her Filipino lines and drawing the art for this fic! Once again, hope you enjoyed!)
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