#jimmy buffet please

[spatialapprentice]

everyone my friend kirby monger @kirbymongerr is trying to create the worlds first cheeseburger for men because there is currently no way for a man to eat a cheeseburger. We aim to advocate for a world where anyone anywhere (even if they are a man) can eat a cheeseburger. I am making this post to let people know of our future campaign. We only have the bare foundation so far but I hope you all can spread this message of awareness of the injustice that is faced in the world.

thank you everyone I look forward to your support

[ketchuplaser]

Well shit

[transjlawrence]

Every song reminds me of them actually

The songs in order are: Next Thing I Knew by John-Allison Weiss, Don’t Go by John-Allison Weiss, Different Now by John-Allison Weiss, Maple Syrup by The Backseat Lovers, Miss Me by John-Allison Weiss, and The Frost by Mitski

[dittobooty]

I saw this post today and knew what I had to do

I feel like my Shuggy divorce playlist really adds to the immersion

[sugared-violets]

i just know this week's mbmbam is gonna be wild

[bad-as-me]

all dressed up for our fun summer vacation tomorrow :)

[causenessus]

i think i hit 30 tags exactly THIS WAS SO GOOD MOLLY

wouldn't it be nice 𓇼 semi e. x reader

1. off balance

warnings: language

an: i dont know when it happened, but this turned into jimmy buffett slander hour. sorry man.

𓇼 sounds like: best of jimmy buffett

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The moments of peace in your days are few and far between. Your coworkers—whom you love dearly— are anything but calm, and the customers they attract are not much better. 

Solitude finds you on your commute to work, when you take a leisurely stroll across the island and see what there is to see. Animals crossing the roads, bathing suits falling down, beachy walks of shame that are somehow worse than normal ones, you’ve seen it all. Some are more appealing than others.

When your solitude is disturbed, for whatever reason, your day is always thrown off balance.

And based on what you just saw, today was going to be a doozy.

Trying to shake the image from your mind, you prepare for the inevitable battle scene taking place behind the blue screened door of the surf shop. The promise of tropical rock music looms over you as you approach, but you see the door left open with no sound coming out.

“Oh thank god.” 

Sure enough, your ears are not bombarded with Jimmy Buffett, meaning Noya and Bokuto haven’t gotten here yet. A moment's reprise before the storm blows in. 

Saeko laughs when she hears you enter, poking her head out from around a shelf. “Any moment without Jimmy is a good moment in my book.” 

“Tell me about it.”

You slip into the back room, glancing at the schedule to see who you would be teaching today. Your slots were pretty empty, which meant you’ll probably be in the store for most of it. Not ideal, but you might get cut early and have the rest of the day off. 

“Oh hey,” You call out, taking advantage of the fact that it’s just the two of you right now. “Do you want to hear something weird that happened to me this morning?”

Before she can even respond, Oikawa’s voice chimes out through the shop, paired with the aggressive slamming of the screen door. 

“I do!”

You join Saeko at the counter and share a knowing look, silently communicating that you’ll talk later.

“What are we talking about?” Oikawa asks with a grin, not even bothering to put his stuff away. He beelines towards the two of you and waits with eager eyes.

“Nothing now. I was only going to tell Saeko.”

“What?” He looks galled at your response. “I thought I was your best friend. Best friends tell each other everything...” He drags the last syllable out for effect, but it does little to sway you.

“Yeah, nice try. Maybe I’ll tell you later.”

“Tell him what?”

The front door slams into the wall once more, the final two rounding out your little cohort. Bokuto and Noya both join you expectantly, always ready for any drop of gossip. 

The three men staring at you briefly resemble hungry dogs, begging at the table for any scraps you’re willing to throw them. 

You and Saeko both laugh at the scene before you, but now that they’re all here, you know better than to try and keep the story to yourself. Bokuto and Noya’s constant persistence and optimism are exhausting to outpace, and you learned a long time ago that there’s nothing they won’t do for some gossip.

Resigning yourself to a very long day after this, you relax against the counter and begin your tale.

You were walking along the interstate as usual, the ocean breeze tickling your neck. Mainland traffic wouldn’t start for another couple hours, so the only people you see are your fellow island coworkers and the occasional seagull. 

“Awful way to start a story.” “There’s no way you’re only telling it now that they showed up. Do you hate me?” “When have you ever not ‘walked to work like normal’? It’s like when you talk about your day and you start with ‘I woke up’.”

“Shut up. Let me finish.”

The whizzing of bike wheels, the chatter of early morning joggers. Small moments of serenity before the chaos of your day. Something you wouldn’t trade for the world. 

The natural landscape is the soundtrack to your morning. Low distant rumbles of waves, wind rustling the palm trees and occasional shrub. A loud, bass boosted stereo- wait.

“So what? It’s probably someone from that wedding party, right?” “No, I thought they left already.” “Man, they were something else. Remember when Bokuto got shot in the eye with one of those squirt guns?” “It still hurts.” “Hah! Weak.”

It’s about as cliche of tourists as they come. The white Jeep, no doors. Surfboards hanging precariously off the back. No consideration for how loud or fast they’re going. An equally loud argument between the driver and the passenger, worryingly distracting. Drifting ever so slightly into the oncoming lane before majorly correcting.

You step to the side, despite being on the sidewalk. You want to get as far away from them as you can. The car zooms past you, but for a split second you catch something.

The sandy blonde tips whipping in the wind. Light brown eyes that pierce through your soul. 

But you blink, and they’re gone.

The four of them sit in front of you, all on the edge of their seats. Waiting for something more.

You pause. There’s nothing else you can say.

“So… then what happened?” Noya’s question tests the silence. 

“Wait. Do you guys not know about Semi?” 

There’s a collective confusion before they all shake their heads. 

You want to scream. Their lack of reaction makes a lot more sense now, but you’re kicking your past self for not telling them about him sooner. 

It’s going to be a long day indeed.

“Okay. We don’t have time to get into… all of that.” You start, face screwing up when the screen door creaks again, alerting you all to the first customers of the day. “But basically, he was my childhood best friend until he moved away and fell off the face of the planet. I thought he was the love of my life and then he never spoke to me again. Little 14 year old me was heartbroken.”

“What?!” “You’re joking.” “And you think he’s back?” “Did he tell you he was coming?” “No dumbass, why would he? She just said they never talked again.”

The quiet cacophony of questions is hushed when the customers come around the bend, smiling politely. You all straighten up, trying and failing to look like you were not violently gossiping. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” one of them starts with a laugh, “but could you show us where the wax is?”

Bokuto takes the offer, ushering them all away from the counter. You’re about to sit back at the stool before you realize Noya’s already there, plugging in his phone with an evil grin.

“Noya, no-” “Please, we just got here.” “My ears will start bleeding if I hear stupid Jimmy Buffett one more time…”

The complaints fall on deaf ears as he sits and scrolls through his phone, swiping and forming a queue. “All I’m saying is that he has a lot of advice on love!” He looks up, beaming.

A nice sentiment, but one that falls short as the opening chords of its five o’clock somewhere start to play through the speakers.

Your face deadpans to his. “Your advice is for me to drink away my pain?”

He simply shrugs. “There are worse ways to spend a day.”

“It is literally 9 in the morning.”

“But it’s five o’clock somewhere.” He replies, shit eating grin plastered on his face. You groan in disbelief, not sure how you fell for that. 

He and the others cackle as you turn tail, disappearing into the back room once more. There are some packages that need sorting and you figure it’ll be a nice break from the chaos up front.

You busy yourself with your task, making sure to voice your discontent everytime a new song comes on. Despite the music, you find yourself in a comfortable quiet, catching bits of conversation from the front. The occasional passing by of people on the beach, a few coming in to say hi.

“Do you think it really was him?”

The intrusion makes you jump, not noticing Bokuto leaning in the doorway. As you look over your shoulder, you catch him looking at you curiously.

You pivot, neglecting the boxes. You’re not the closest with Bokuto, but his expression makes you think he’s being sincere. You decide to trust him. 

“I honestly don’t know. It was so fast, and it feels really unlikely, but my gut is telling me it was.”

The admission leaves you a little shaken, suddenly faced with the reality now that you’ve voiced it. It really did look like him. That thought shouldn’t terrify you as much as it does. 

“But I don’t even know if it’ll matter.” You brush it off, turning your attention to the boxes again. “He hasn’t reached out so I doubt he’s here for me, and it’s not likely that I’ll see him around.”

“You said he left you heartbroken.” Bokuto shifts, almost uncomfortably, as he walks into the room and past you, going for his board. “Do you still have feelings for him?”

You can’t fight the laugh that comes out at that. The question has been posed to you since you met Semi, so you’ve gotten very good at the song and dance that comes next.

“He was a silly childhood crush.” You start, picking up the sorted boxes and waiting for him to catch up, walking to the front together. “I’d be happy to see him for old times sake, but it’s not like he’s a long lost lover. Not really.”

Bokuto hums in understanding. “Well, I hope you get what you’re hoping for! Seeing him again or not.” He gives you a beam of a smile before slipping out the side door, a child’s cheer coming from the other side and the boisterous laugh that follows.

“He’s in a good mood.” Saeko comments, now sitting alone at the counter. Noya disappeared somewhere, but the music persists.

“When is he not?”

“Fair enough.” She softly laughs, standing to offer you the stool. “Can you sit for a second? I need to make some calls.”

You nod, dropping the box to the floor and taking her place. Working the counter is the least interesting job in the shop, so it’s no surprise when your mind starts to wander.

Would seeing Semi be the worst thing in the world? You’re confident the childhood feelings are well and over with, but there is still a little bit of resentment about how he left things. You should have known better than to expect him to keep a promise like that, but you were also kids. Maybe a little bit of grace is necessary.

Fiddling with the bracelets on your arm, you start to absentmindedly hum along to the song currently playing in the shop. Tropical paradise be damned, he knows how to make an earworm.

“Since when do you like Buffett?”

Your fingers freeze in their movements, recognizing the casual lilt from days long ago. Dragging your gaze up from where they were focused on the counter, you come face to face with familiar light brown eyes. 

The ones you realize have been quietly haunting your dreams ever since that night, many summers ago.

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playlist 𓇼 pinterest

taglist: open! fill out here. if you are in bold i cannot tag you, please check your settings.

@daisy-room, @aboutkiyoomi, @adorerin, @aquariarose, @mikauraurr

@akaashislovee, @yuminako, @linhhs, @lovingjeankirstein, @graeaesecond, 

@dailyakira, @myromanempiree, @cosmiicdust, @loverlunaire, @soulfullystarry, 

@sunsribn, @bailey-reeds, @garfieldissocool, @19calicos, @akaakeis

@duhsies, @causenessus, @eggyrocks, @wave2mia @guitarstringed-scars,

@seroh, @hyenagoated, @holaseniorahoe, @softpia, @yoshit-he-dinosaur,

@keeboismine, @luvv4chanel

[vivalamusicaltheater]

I need to see Carly Rae Jepsen live at least once in my life or I will Explode!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Martha Sleeper (Penthouse, Broken Dreams)— Her eyes are enough! She is one of the most beautiful women in old hollywood and should be more well known

Joan Blondell (Footlight Parade, The Public Enemy)—My Pre-code QUEEEEEN. Joan is a large part of why I love 30s movies. She's got such a flair and presence. She's not known for her voice, but her rendition of Remember My Forgotten Man will grab you by the heart. She played a variety of roles, and held her own with major stars like Bette Davis and Hot Vintage Poll icon James Cagney. She was a hardworker, even as Hollywood stopped giving her prime roles, and continued working in film and television up until her death. She's an absolute firecracker, even in her supporting roles I end up focused on her. Also, I just think it's cute that her name (real!) is Blondell.

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Joan Blondell:

A pre-code sweetie. Hot, funny and practical.

Criterion retrospective:

Sharp-tongued, sharp-witted, and beautiful - what more could you ask for from a dame of the gangster film/screwball comedy era? (Also, James Cagney would want you to vote for her!)

with her sunny smile and characters tending to exhibit a blend of happy-go-lucky cheerfulness and scrappy toughness, joan blondell is one of the quintessential stars of the pre-code era. she and fellow fast-talking wisecracker james cagney were close friends, having met when they were in a broadway play together in 1929, and made seven movies together that ran the gamut from gangster pictures to comedies to musicals.

She's absolutely hilarious and I love her

She's the wisecracking blonde who has been around the block and knows the score, but just look at those big blue eyes gazing at Jimmy Cagney as she burns the midnight oil to help him achieve his dreams and picks him up when he gets buffeted by life

Smart, snarky, and so sexy!

My Forgotten Man is one of the most haunting depictions of the consequences of WWI that I’ve ever seen, knocked out of the park by Joan Blondell’s performance. In one song number it traces sending the boys off to war, bringing them back to die in the streets maimed, drunk, and full of PTSD, then leaving them to starve in the Depression, framed by the suffering of the women who loved them. Holy shit? This is a musical number? They fucking produced this barnburner in a mainstream musical?

My Forgotten Man, in two parts:

[thus-spoke-lo]

Community college instructor Shanks, already a little bored on day one of his Introduction to Jimmy Buffet Mythology class. Another semester, another sea of freshly-graduated late teens and early twenty-something’s crammed into the room at the cheap folding desks, ready to pay the minimum amount of attention required to fulfill their social science credit.

Some of them, as it is every semester, will try to flirt their way to a better grade, and he’ll inevitably give into flattery because how could he not, but he’ll keep office hours unavailable to those who seem the most eager. There’s no need to risk his modest income and flexible class schedule for some cute young thing who looks like all the other cute young things.

But as he stands to start his heavily-rehearsed interaction, his eye is drawn to you, sliding in late, apologizing for missing the first few minutes; you were stuck at work, and then in traffic, and well, you know how life is. He stops, lips parted as he watches you settle into a seat at the table in the front row—you don’t look like the other students, lines crinkling around your eyes and appearing around your mouth as you smile at your desk partner, your body soft and full in the sweater that drapes loosely over your plush form.

“Uh, professor?”

A voice from the back of the room snaps Shanks back to attention. “What? What do you want?”

The student shrugs. “Were we gonna get started or…?”

“Oh, right, of course,” he laughs, grabbing a marker and writing the course name on the whiteboard behind him. “And please, call me Shanks.”

His gaze is settled on you as he says it, wondering how it would sound coming from your lips. He’s sure you’re a fine student, but he hopes perhaps you’ll need some one-on-one attention after class soon.

[drakulana]

what kind of music do yall think the one piece boys listen to?

i feel like some of it is a given, like zoro obviously listens to rock music, specifically numetal. you cannot tell me that this man is not listening to korn, and slipknot, while training. he MIGHT even fall into some more deathcore esc music as well. like 2006-2008 bring me the horizon. the heavy drums and screaming motivate him and help keep his adrenaline pumping. when he's relaxing he probably listens to deftones.

i feel like law also likes rock music too, but he also listens to jazz. you cannot tell me this man is not up in his office listening to some kenny g, maybe some sinatra. i don't think he is a fan of pop music. he probably finds it shallow, and not worth listening to. he'll endure it, however i don't think he ever actually enjoys listening to pop music. as for the rock music, i think he probably listens to bands like evanescence, deftones, and superhaven.

i am honestly at a loss for luffy and sanji. luffy probably like synth wave, or hyper pop music. something experimental with a high beat. he might even like alternative hiphop. maybe some artists like tommy richman, or trevor spitta. (if you haven't listened to them, go do it omg) y'all will have to tell me what y'all think luffy listens to.

sanji likes r&b. ain't no way he don't. he also listens to jazz while he's cooking. sanji is a lover, and man does he love some music that has passion and emotion behind it. i think he's very selective on what he likes to listen to as well. he probably also likes the smiths LOL

let's be real guys, franky listens to jimmy buffet.

kid listens to rock music, but has a guilty pleasure for dad rock. when he's alone he listens to hootie and the blowfish LMAO, and of course some nickelback. however, he obviously likes most subgenres of rock. i think he listens to a lot of post-hardcore, but i do think that his music taste extends to deathcore as well. maybe some attila, or suicide silence.

please lmk what y'all think these guys listen to.

[autistic-fandom-trash]

jongerry incorrect quotes

*Jon and Gerry skipping stones on a lake* Jon: It’s such a beautiful evening. Gerry, whispering: Take that you fucking lake. --- Jon: Where are you going? Gerry: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there. --- Gerry: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? Jon: Oh, I’m always running. The question is from what. --- Gerry: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives. Jon: I wake up at 4:30 AM. Gerry:...I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives. --- Jon: Gerry and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- Gerry: Sentences. Jon: Don't interrupt me. --- Gerry: You love me, right, Jon? Jon: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it. --- Jon: Heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this. Gerry: What did you do, Jon? Jon: A MISTAKE. --- Jon: *Kicks the door down looking panicked* Gerry: What did you do? Jon: Nobody died. Gerry: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?! --- Jon: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE? Gerry: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially. Jon, desperately, as Gerry bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE! Gerry: Oh! B positive. Jon: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE! --- Gerry: Here's some advice. Jon: I didn't ask for any. Gerry: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me. --- Gerry: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon. Jon, not looking up from their book: Spear. Gerry: BLOCKED. --- Jon, about Elias: I prevented a murder today. Gerry: Really? How’d you do that? Jon: Self control. --- Gerry, tending to Jon's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Jon: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend. --- Gerry: Jon, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Jon: Well of course I have. Have you ever tried going mad without power? It's boring. --- Gerry: How petty can you get? Jon: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about. --- Gerry: Whaddya call a fish with no eyes? Jon, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons. Gerry:...fsh. --- Gerry, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day! Jon: I have Spotify open right now on my computer, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar: Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JAMES BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?! Gerry, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS! Jon: ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?! YOU USED TO BE MY FRIEND! Gerry, cry-laughing: ᴵ ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ --- Jon: This is a mistake. Gerry, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day! Jon: But not today. Gerry, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess. --- Gerry: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back. Jon: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself. --- Jon: You often use humor to deflect trauma. Gerry: Thank you. Jon: I didn't say that was a good thing. Gerry: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny. --- Jon: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Gerry: You and me. Jon, tearing up: Okay. --- Gerry: So what’s for dinner? Jon, staring at the food they just burnt: Regret.

[umbrify]

He’s out there again.

Rain whips against the windows, the dusk sky blotted out by dark, swirling clouds. He’s standing there— you can see him, out in the storm, looking blankly up at the old rickety mineshaft in the hillside.

You step outside. All at once, your senses are overwhelmed by the howling wind buffeting your ears. You flatten them down slightly, standing on the covered porch.

“Jimmy!” You shout to him. He doesn’t turn. Glancing up, you think the storm will only get worse.

“Jimmy,” you call again, “what are you doing? Come inside!!”

A strong gust of wind staggers Jimmy slightly, his feet sinking into the muddy ground as he steadies himself.

Of course.

You take a deep breath, then another, before stepping away from the porch, into the storm. Immediately you feel gross, your night shirt soaked by the lashing rain. You draw your tail up close to your back, picking your way carefully towards him.

“Jimmy!!”

He turns, sharply. “fWhip! Why— what’s the matter?”

“What do you mean?” You ask, incredulous. It feels like you have to shout to be heard over the roaring gales. “Come inside!”

“What do you mean,” Jimmy bites back, “it’s not raining that much, I’m fine.”

You sigh. That’s about what you expected him to say. “Please come inside,” you try anyway.

“I’ll be in soon,” he says, dismissive, before turning back towards the hillside.

You feel your whole body shiver, reaching up to push your soaking hair out of your eyes. After only a few moments out here, you already feel like you’re gonna catch a cold.

You glance at Jimmy.

His shoes are caked in mud, and he’s soaked to the bone— not a single part of him looks remotely dry. His hair is a constant drip stream of water down his face, and his white shirt is vaguely translucent with how drenched it is. He looks— for lack of a better word— almost a bit pitiful, really.

You tug lightly on his arm. “Please, you’re gonna get sick…”

“I’m fine,” he snaps, “it’s not even raining!”

Of course. What else did you expect, in the end?

You trudge back across the muddied path, stopping at the porch to shake off as much gunk from your shoes as you could, before stepping inside again.

Rain slams against the windows and the roof, you can hear the way the water rushes through the gutters. The house creaks with the force of the wind as the storm picks up.

You look out at Jimmy one last time.

He’s out there again.

[alphacrone]

in honor of jimmy buffet today, please go read the controversies section of his wikipedia

[pailsofpasta]

maybe i just love jimmy buffet so much because i worked on his musical but I love him so much can we just talk about it for a sec. He is classic 70s soft rock, yacht rock and happiness but then you add in the beautiful poetry of his lyricism, the joy and carefreeness combined with a really gorgeous hit of nostalgia and bittersweet aging.

like for one, He Went to Paris, are you kidding me?? "now he lives in the island, fishes the pilings, drinks his green label each day" "through 86 years of perpetual motion" "some of its magic, some of its tragic, but i had a good life all the way" PLEASE i cannot imagine how that must feel to have lived and loved and felt so much pain your entire life I can barely handle my 20 years.

A Pirate Looks at Forty, "mother mother ocean" i think music just hits me too hard but you cannot tell me this isnt the most beautiful shit youve ever heard in your life. hes describing how mother earth is watching humans evolve and how he identifies with something he can never be. hes lived so much and yet "i made enough money to buy Miami but i pissed it away so fast, never meant to last". maybe its just the melody but everything is fleeting and hes acknowledging how hes getting older and nothing is permanent. "got to go fishing, down to rock bottom again" you hit rock bottom over and over and over again through your life and through it all you keep on living.

COME MONDAY, maybe I just crave security in myself and peace, and its a breakup song, but Oh My God "yes, its been quite a summer... and now you're off on vacation, something you try to explain" perfectly encapsulates the end of summer feeling. I am so bittersweet about everything. "i hope you're enjoying the scenery, i know that its pretty up there" GOD it takes me back to being 10 listening to the radio with my dad and learning the feeling for the first time.

"if we couldn't laugh we would all go insane" "if it suddenly ended tomorrow I could somehow adjust to the fall". shut the fuck up im in tears.

"so many nights i just dream of the ocean, god I wish i was sailing again" ME TOO JIMMY ME TOO

Tin Cup Chalice. just. it makes me yearn.

i am a drunk old man at heart leave me be to cry over buffet in peace.

[corruptimles]

💥🍧for north and 🎤 for legacy skeld

💥 COLLISION - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

They have trouble expressing and relating in general, but especially in situations that require tact and empathy. Negative and sensitive emotions complicate things and they've learned that it's easy to make people feel worse, so they just let other people take over in those situations.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

North used to collect machine scrap when they were younger but was discouraged from keeping any when becoming a Mira pilot. He had to travel light because of the constant movement between planets, stations, and bases. He isn't too heartbroken about letting stuff go, unless they were in the middle of a project, to which they sulk for a bit.

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

Captain - of course the captain's good at singing, he's the captain. He can singalong to most of what the crew plays but he also likes to teach them shanties he's picked up over the years

North - technically not all, you're either getting a text-to-speech Hardware Store or a 1-to-1 audio replay that comes out of their mouth, including the music

Vinny - pretty decent singer, go-to is Electric Feel - MGMT

Grey- surprisingly good singing voice but doesnt want to be here. This is stupid. No go-to song. Can I please leave.

Anise- great singer but needs to be hyped up first or she might back out. Go-to is Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Reese- really not that good, it's more like she's yelling than singing, but she thinks she's amazing at it. Go-to is The Distance or any other Cake songs because people ask her for that for her.

Clover- everyone thinks he's bad cuz he's mostly joined karaoke while high but he's actually pretty good otherwise. Go-to is A Praise Chorus - Jimmy Eat World. Would go for Head Like a Hole - Nine Inch Nails if he's trying to serenade Grey.

Algernon- not a very good singer. Go-tos are Margeritaville - Jimmy Buffet

Mars- pretty average singer, but gets too shy to sing. Algernon would make him sing Tequila with him

Patty- really bad at singing but no one can tell her because she'll just be worse on purpose. Girls Just Want to Have Fun :)

Faro- ...