#joni x penny

[privandie]

TEXT || JONI + PENNY

JONI: Just here to remind you that I love you. JONI: Can I come and hug you? @privellie

[braidpoll]

BRAID POLL !! :D

currently running :

ROUND 7 PART 4

barbie as rapunzel ( barbie as rapunzel ) vs makoto kurume ( skip to loafer )

ICON BRACKET

ROUND 2 PART 1

Edward Elric ( Fullmetal Alchemist ) VS Katara ( Avatar: The Last Airbender )

ABOUT THA ICON BRACKET : tha eight most iconic braid characters ( decided both by iconicness and tha amount of submissions they received ) will compete in an adjacent bracket . tha winner will then face off against tha winner of tha main braid bracket . this is liek what they do in sports , where certain teams get to skip matches and go straight to tha finals . this way icons can be included but its more exciting ( and fair ) than watching them decimate their opponents each round before making it to tha finals anyways

entire 128 character bracket is too large to take a screenshot of but it looks liek this , and will ( obviously ) be done in sections . bracket list below tha readmore , straight down tha left side and then straight down tha right !! :D

LEFT SIDE :

susie carmicheal ( rugrats )

agent 3 ( splatoon 3 )

peko pekoyama ( danganronpa 2: goodbye despair )

sabi ( pokémon legends: arceus )

princess yue ( avatar: the last airbender )

elsa ( frozen )

mei chang ( fullmetal alchemist )

pippi longstocking ( pippi longstocking )

ran hanamichi ( delicious party♡precure )

xiangling ( genshin impact )

neiru aonuma ( wonder egg priority )

mozart ( classicaloid )

mitsuri kanroji ( kimetsu no yaiba )

cure felice ( mahoutsukai PreCure! )

ty lee ( avatar: the last airbender )

toadette ( super mario bros )

prim everdeen ( the hunger games )

joni savage ( cluefinders )

juniper woods ( phoenix wright: ace attorney - dual destinies )

ahiru ( princess tutu )

leona kingscholar ( twisted wonderland )

yoshino shimazu ( maria-sama ga miteru )

jasminka antonenko ( little witch academia )

dewey ( nurse angel ririka sos )   

fiona ( shrek )

cure cosmo ( star☆twinkle PreCure )

tsukimi kurashita ( princess jellyfish / kuragehime )

yui nanase ( go! princess PreCure )

piper mccloud ( the girl who could fly )

turtle wexler ( the westing game )

elyon ( w.i.t.c.h )

lily angel ( all saints street )

pearl ( pearl )

jessica riley ( until dawn )

meg thomas ( dead by daylight )

anissa pierce ( black lightning )

miles morales [ earth 42 ] ( spiderman: into the spiderverse )

espella cantabella ( professor leighton vs. phoenix wright: ace attorney )

petra ( fire emblem: three houses )

kikuri hiroi ( bocchi the rock! )

narumi yatadera ( touhou tenkuushou ~ hidden star in four seasons )

doc mcstuffins ( doc mcstuffins )

ruffnut thorston ( how to train your dragon )

magane chikujouin ( re:CREATORS )

eiko tsukimi ( ya boy kongming! )

emma ( pokémon X/Y )

chizuru maki ( DREAM!ing )

momoko sudou ( araburu kisetsu no otome-domo yo. )

hikaru kujou ( futari wa PreCure max heart )

zossie ( pokémon ultra sun/ultra moon )

madotsuki ( yume nikki )

rin kaenbyou ( touhou chireiden ~ subterranean animism )

shenhe ( genshin impact )

draken ( tokyo revengers )

lettuce midorikawa ( tokyo mew mew )

anne shirley ( anne of green gables )

maria momoe ( ookiku furikabutte )

riley freeman ( the boondocks )

lisa yadoumaru ( bleach )

hikaru shidou ( magic knight rayearth )

demeter ( hades )

lucy maud montgomery ( bungou stray dogs )

ajimi kiki ( pripara )

himari arisugawa ( kirakira☆precure a la mode )

RIGHT SIDE :

shuri ( black panther )

cheryl ( pokémon diamond/pearl/platinum )

rana ( vocaloid )

kirari momobami ( kakegurui )

abigail lincoln ( codename: kids next door )

lila sawyer ( hey arnold! )

penny ( warioware )

fawn ( disney fairies )

sveta ( golden sun: dark dawn )

josie mccoy ( Riverdale)

libby folfax ( the adventures of jimmy neutron: boy genuis )

nori ( barbie mermadia )

ashlyn banner ( school bus graveyard )

julia lazarrett ( marionetta )

luther schneien ( ghost eyes )

naru kanda ( ikemen girl to hakoiri musume )

sid barrett ( soul eater )

kumoko ( so im a spider, so what? )

justine courtney ( ace attorney investigations: prosecutor's path )

retsu unohana ( bleach )

jack vessalius ( pandora hearts )

aika s. granzchesta ( aria )

kaname tousen ( bleach )

ludmila ( rune factory 5 )

nikolai gogol ( bungou stray dogs )

jolyne cujoh ( jojo's bizzare adventure: stone ocean )

katniss everdeen ( the hunger games )

violet evergarden ( violet evergarden )

aerith gainsborough ( final fantasy vii )

anna ( frozen )

cammy white ( street fighter ii )

ranma saotome ( ranma ½ )

barbie as rapunzel ( barbie as rapunzel )

rapunzel ( tangled )

bu-ling huang ( tokyo mew mew )

sheeta ( laputa: castle in the sky )

suzuha amane ( steins;gate )

qiqi ( genshin impact )

nah ( fire emblem awakening )

nemu hiiragi ( magia record: puella magi madoka magica side story )

jodie ( daria )

nick hoult ( all saints street )

helga sinclair ( atlantis: the lost empire )

tao ( gokurakugai )

aru shah ( the pandava quintet )

ayşe ( woven )

makoto kurume ( skip to loafer )

library ( misao )

duo maxwell ( mobile suit gundam wing )

revali ( legend of zelda: breath of the wild )

nina ( fire emblem fates )

kiana kaslana ( honkai impact 3rd )

aether ( genshin impact )

kamui ( gintama )

raiden shogun ( genshin impact )

touko fukawa ( danganronpa: trigger happy havoc )

nahyuta sahdmadhi ( phoenix wright: ace attorney - spirit of justice )

haruka hashida ( blue period )

viola ( the witch's house )

nemu kurotsuchi ( bleach )

lingji liu ( ciconia no naku koro ni )

aisha ( romancing SaGa )

ooama no ake no mitori ( len'en ten'eisenki ~ brilliant pagoda or haze castle )

marc ( flying red barrel: the diary of a little aviator )

[elles-archives]

Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Reader

In for a Penny Part: Ten

Word Count: 1357

Series Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Spoilers for Knives Out, Talks of pregnancy, Murder, Swearing, Potentially dark themes (but not really), Death, Nausea, Anxiety. (I may add more as the series progresses)

Part Warnings: None I think.

Series Summary: When Harlan Thrombey is found dead, the last person you would think is responsible is. The only problem is how far do you go to protect the ones you love the most.

(A/N: We are nearly there only one more part and an epilogue after this one. Thank you for all the support I have had on this and let me know if you would like a sequel or extra one shots after I have finished completely. - Ellen)

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As I made my way to Harlan’s I couldn’t help but think about him. About how there must have been a reason that he wanted Marta to have everything he owned. About how he wanted to ‘teach everyone a lesson’ by not giving them a cent. I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to his grandchildren though. Yes, Ransom is an arsehole, he’s entitled and rich and barely gives a shit about anyone but himself, and me, but he is Harlan’s oldest grandchild. Ransom can’t help the way he was raised.

Then I thought about Meg and Jacob. All Meg had asked of Harlan was tuition money, so she could go to a good school. If it weren’t for Joni in her ear all the time then Meg would never ask for anything. Then there was Jacob. He has some funny political views, but he is still a child. He doesn’t really know much about the world apart from what he finds out on his phone.

I could understand the anger Ransom was feeling towards Harlan. Not justifying his action but I can’t imagine having money ripped away from him like that.

I remember when Harlan was writing his will. He offered me a share and I turned it down. I never wanted money from Harlan, I had my own, but my husband needed the money. Maybe not that much, but he didn’t work, never really needed to and now in his mid-thirties, he had no experience apart from the small amount of work he did for Harlan.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at the mansion. I got out of my car and saw that no one was there. I got the spare key that Harlan gave us a few years ago, out of my bag and let myself in. Despite knowing that no one was there I was still careful. I made my way through the house and into the same room me, Fran and Meg pulled Marta into at Harlan’s memorial. I looked over and saw the clock with the many drawers at the bottom. I went to pull the drawer open but realised it was locked. I knew how to pick a lock with a hairpin, but I didn’t have one.

I went upstairs to the bedroom where me and Ransom usually stay. I know that I left a few replaceable things here including a spare set of pyjamas, clean clothes and hair accessories. I made my way over to my bedside table and searched the top and in the drawer. I couldn’t find any in there, so I went into the bathroom. Luckily, there were some in the basket next to the sink. I grabbed one and went back to the drawing room.

It didn’t take me long to pick the lock. When I open the drawer I found some old joints, a pen and the tox report. I quickly grabbed it and shut the drawer again before going out to my car again. The drive home wasn’t very long, I rushed indoors and went straight to the fireplace, lighting the fire.

I quickly threw the tox report on the fire and watched as it burned. I felt a wave of anxiety go through me. It was like for the first time since Harlan died, I had a realisation of how serious the entire situation was. How if I didn’t burn that paper I would lose my husband. Taking a deep breath, I went through to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. I honestly felt sick and couldn’t stop shaking.

*

I hadn’t been home long when I got a call, I was confused but answered it, nonetheless.

“Hello?”

“Hello is this Mrs. Y/N Drysdale?”

“Yes.”

“This is Officer Vaughan. I’m calling from Norfolk Police; we have your husband in custody.”

“Oh God, what did he do?” I started internally panicking.

“I can’t discuss that over the phone; however, Lieutenant Elliot has requested a meeting at The Thrombey Estate as soon as possible. You will meet your husband there.”

“Um… okay I’ll be there soon. Thank you officer.” I heard him say goodbye before he hung up the phone. I put out the fire, grabbed my car keys and made my way back to the mansion.

For the second time today, I found my mind wandering on the way to Harlan’s home. This time however, I was more concerned on what possibly could have gone wrong to result in Ransom’s arrest and why I needed to go there instead of to the station.

When I arrived, I saw that most of the family was already there. Parking my car, I got out to see police all around. I felt a few eyes on me before Trooper Wagner greeted me.

“Y/N. If you could make your way to the living room where the rest of the family is, we will be starting shortly.” I nodded my head at him.

“Is my husband here?” I asked him.

“Yes, he is inside.” Trooper Wagner confirmed, motioning for me to go into the house. I did so with no complaints. Once I got inside I saw Ransom standing behind the couch at the back of the room. I almost ran over to him before engulfing him in a hug. He didn’t object and quickly moved his face down to my level giving me a hard kiss.

In the moment I thought I heard Walt scoff, but I couldn’t care less. When we broke the kiss, Ransom didn’t give me the chance to say anything before he leant down to whisper in my ear.

“I’ll explain everything later.”

I gave him a small smile. I saw Marta leading Blanc to the drawing room. I assumed she had figured out when the tox report was and I thanked my lucky stars that I destroyed it. It didn’t take long for Marta to come out with a nervous look on her face and Blanc looking slightly disappointed.

Marta stood in front of everyone in the living room.

“Um. You have always been good to me. And what I'm about to say isn't going to be easy, and you're going to be upset, but especially after everything you've gone through the past few days, I thought you deserved to hear it from me.” Marta took a deep breath and I heard Walt mutter under his breath.

“It was me. Harlan killed himself so he didn’t die from the morphine overdose I accidently gave him. I don’t know how it happened, but I accidently switched the med bottles.” I saw fury cross everyone’s face. I couldn’t even think before everyone started hurling insults at Marta. Accusing her of doing it deliberately. I saw Linda storm out of the room upset and before Ransom could stop me I followed after her.

“Linda?” I asked her softly.

“What do you want Y/N?” She huffed impatiently.

“Look, I know we haven’t always gotten along. If I have done anything to you which has caused you to hate me then I am sorry. But whether we like it or not, we are family. You are my mother-in-law. I just want to know if you are alright.” I told her.

She sighed. “I don’t hate you Y/N. I mean how could I. You’re basically perfect and I can see how much my son loves you. I guess, I don’t know.” She seemed unsure for the first time. “Your marriage with my son is nothing like mine with Richard. You have a stable job that wasn’t set up for you and you effortlessly make other around you happy. Now I’m not saying I’m jealous but…” She didn’t need to continue. I understood what she meant.

She nodded her head at me before turning around and going outside to light a cigarette. I soon felt a presence behind me.

“Is it me or did you and my mother just have a conversation without arguing and threatening.” Ransom chuckled. I saw Marta being taken out in cuffs before turning to my husband. “Yes, now let’s go home. You have a lot of explaining to do.”

**

Taglist (Crossed out didn't tag.)

@bval-1

@dietmountainhoneydew

@cevansgurl

@ttae-yong

@princess-baby18

@ccmarvelxx

@tenaciousperfectionunkown

@slutforchrisjamalevans

@mechixx

@booklover2622

@lesbians4levinson2021

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[lilacerull0]

Introducing: Acoustic Kingdom Of Paper

(aka the sound of @jonismitchell's writing)

playlist link: (x)

Arden's substack: (x)

tracks featured: America (Simon & Garfunkel); The Book (Alexandre Desplat); All I Really Want to Do (Bob Dylan); The Last Time I Saw Richard (Joni Mitchell); Bookstore Girl (Charlie Burg); As We Go Along (The Monkees); Wasteland, Baby! (Hozier); Secret Garden (Bruce Springsteen); All I Want Is You (U2); Begin Again (Taylor Swift); Girls In Their Summer Clothes (Bruce Springsteen); Behind The Sea (Panic! At The Disco); On Saturday Afternoons In 1963 (Rickie Lee Jones); Like A River Runs (Bleachers); River (Joni Mitchell); Cricket (Maya Hawke); Night (Bruce Springsteen); Reflecting Light (Sam Phillips); Writer In The Dark (Lorde); The Morning Fog (Kate Bush); The Times They Are A-Changing (Bob Dylan); 45 (Bleachers); Gospel (The National); Blue (Joni Mitchell); Tangled Up In Blue (Bob Dylan); The Big Sky (Kate Bush); Love Street (The Doors); I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For (U2); How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful (Florence + The Machine); seven (Taylor Swift); Could It Be Another Change (The Samples); The Only Living Boy In New York (Simon & Garfunkel); Jo Writes (Alexandre Desplat); A Case Of You (Joni Mitchell); Slow Show (The National); Penny Lane (The Beatles); Between Two Lungs (Florence + The Machine); Beautiful Girl (INXS); Chances (Athlete); Blowin' in the Wind (Bob Dylan); Holy Ground (Taylor Swift); Strawberry Fields Forever (The Beatles); Where The Streets Have No Name (U2); Teen Age Riot (Sonic Youth)

[aliennooboo-old]

✨21 questions tag✨

Rules: answer 21 questions, then tag 21 people you want to get to know better.

nickname: Nuka

zodiac: Sagittarius Sun, Libra Moon, Pisces rising

height: 164cm / ~5.4 ft

last thing searched: “sabrina teenage witch”

favorite musicians: Placebo, Frank Turner, Laura Marling, Paul Baribeau, The Doors, Patrick Wolf, Manic Street Preachers, The Tallest Man On Earth, Run-D.M.C., The Ark, Charles Mingus, Seasick Steve, Garbage, Captain Chaos, Bloc Party, Joni Mitchell, Bright Eyes, Wolf Parade, Editors, Grace Petrie, The Kills, Tom Waits, PJ Harvey, Wingnut Dishwashers Union, Mumford & Sons (These are my all time faves that I don’t necessarily listen to that much anymore... These days I actually have more favourite albums rather than artists, because I often adore a certain album by an artist but don’t care about any of their other stuff.)

song stuck in head: Nothing right now but I’m listening to the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack so that’s gonna be stuck in my head all week...

If you had a time machine, would you go back in time or visit the future? I feel like visiting the future would just raise a lot of questions and worries, so I’d rather visit the past.

do I get asks: I get 1-3 asks per week, maybe?

following: 584

would you rather be rich or famous? Rich, definitely. Being famous wouldn’t help me in any way, but if I were rich I could instantly buy a nice little cottage in the countryside and have many pets and buy my mom a house too!

amount of sleep: Ideally 8.5-10 hours. On work days I get 7 hours, and on the weekends 10-12 hours. In winter I can sleep as much as I want so that’s great!

lucky number: I don’t have one? I mean I have a preference for the numbers 2 and 3, but I wouldn’t say they’re my lucky numbers...?

what I’m wearing: Bathrobe, t-shirt, PJ pants and fuzzy socks.

dream job: I’d love to be a groundskeeper of some old mansion.

dream trip: A trip where I’d travel all across New Zealand... I’d love to see the diversity of nature there, and of course I’d also love to visit the places where LotR was filmed and go on a Hobbiton Movie Set Tour.

if you were an animal, what would you be? A robin!

favorite food: My friend makes the best lasagna I’ve ever tasted. I can’t think of any other food I love as much as his lasagna...

what are some of your favorite books/films/shows/games/etc?

books: The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling The Lover by Marguerite Duras Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett Horns by Joe Hill

films: The Lord of the Rings, Dead Poets Society, Driving Lessons, Mad Max: Fury Road, The Visit, Fight Club, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Kingsman: The Secret Service, Jane Eyre, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Gone Girl, Orphan, Benny & Joon, Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Braindead, Into the Wild, Mr. Turner, About Time, The Heat, A Nightmare on Elm Street, Lucy, Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls, The Phantom of the Opera, Atonement, An Education, The World’s End, Amélie, Tucker and Dale vs Evil, The Lion King 2: Simba’s Pride, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Never Let Me Go, Titanic, Ginger Snaps, Sucker Punch, The Addams Family, Hanna, Ginger & Rosa, Heavenly Creatures, Vicky Cristina Barcelona, Beetlejuice, Moulin Rouge, Thor: Ragnarok (I JUST LOVE MOVIES OK???)

shows: (recently watched & loved) Derry Girls, The Good Place, Santa Clarita Diet, Happy!, Sick Note, Stranger Things, Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency, Sex Education, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (all time faves) Penny Dreadful, Anne with an E, Farscape, Outlander, Firefly, A Series of Unfortunate Events, The X-Files, All Creatures Great and Small, Babylon 5, Six Feet Under, Heartbeat, Spongebob Squarepants

games: The Sims 3 / 4, Skyrim, Animal Crossing: Pocket Camp, Crash Bandicoot (ok those are like the only games I play, I’m really picky)

play any instruments: I love music but I’m not musical at all, so no.

language(s): Finnish and English.

describe yourself as aesthetics: Witch trying to dress like a muggle. 90s kid on a bike adventure with their gang of friends. Old silent spruce forests covered in moss and lichen. Helena Bonham Carter in paparazzi photos. Houses decorated for Halloween in Horror movies. (Ok these are really abstract and I have no idea what I’m actually doing...)

I’m late to the game as usual so I have NO idea who to tag?!

Edit: Omg I totally forgot to thank the people who tagged me!!! It is I, the idiot, thanking you: @stoneddream @lotusplum @chirahora @simmingwithg @racingllama @toastygarden @biffybobs @furbynurbs 💖

[852recordstores]

https://www.852recordstores.com/products/ost-almost-famous-original-soundtrack-20th-anniversary-deluxe-edition-5cd-2021

OST - Almost Famous Original Soundtrack 20th Anniversary Deluxe Edition 5CD 2021

Boxed Set, Deluxe Edition

The Almost Famous soundtrack is reissued as a super deluxe 5CD with 47 songs from the film including Led Zeppelin, Fleetwood Mac & 6 Stillwater songs. Unreleased songs: “Tiny Dancer (Almost Famous Version)” with Elton John & cast, The Who’s “Amazing Journey / Sparks (Almost Famous Version)” & more. Includes film dialog, Stillwater demos & jams and original score tracks by Nancy Wilson plus William Miller cover story on Stillwater as a ’73 Rolling Stone newsprint, book, concert tickets & poster.

FEATURES:

CDs 1-3: 65 track expanded soundtrack: 47 songs, 18 film dialog snippets.

CD 4: 6 Stillwater songs, 7 Stillwater demos (5 recorded by Nancy Wilson, 2 recorded by Peter Frampton), 3 Stillwater backstage acoustical jams.

CD 5: 21 Nancy Wilson score tracks, 14 of which never were used in the film

William’s High School Notebook with 40 pages holds:

Unreleased photos and stories, memories and dedications from Cameron Crowe, cast members, Nancy Wilson and crew

Stillwater Fillmore East Poster: 24”x20”

Rolling Stone Newsprint – faithfully recreated 1973 Rolling Stone on newspaper featuring the cover edition with Stillwater and a brand new fully written article from William’s perspective about Stillwater that was recently completed by Rolling Stone magazine in conjunction with Cameron Crowe

2 x Replica Ticket Stubs (Cleveland and San Diego)

Disc 1

1 The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late) - Alvin & the Chipmunks

2 The Oogum Boogum Song - Brenton Wood

3 America - Simon & Garfunkel

4 One Day You'll Be Cool

5 Amazing Journey / Sparks (Almost Famous Version) - the Who*

6 Search and Destroy - Iggy & the Stooges

7 Rock N' Roll It's Over

8 It Wouldn't Have Made Any Difference - Todd Rundgren

9 Don't Take Drugs

10 Teacher (U.S. Version) - Jethro Tull

11 We Are Band Aids

12 Roundabout - Yes

13 Incendiary

14 I've Seen All Good People: A. Your Move, B. All Good People - Yes

15 Feel Flows - the Beach Boys

16 This Is Penny Lane

17 River - Joni Mitchell

18 Piggyback Ride

19 Fever Dog - Stillwater

Disc 2

1 Every Picture Tells a Story - Rod Stewart

2 Small Time Blues (Acoustic) - the Hyatt Singers

3 Something in the Air - Stillwater & Cast*

4 Easy to Slip - Little Feat

5 Rolling Stone Magazine

6 Go All the Way - the Raspberries

7 Mr. Farmer - the Seeds

8 One Way Out (Live) - the Allman Brothers Band

9 Don't Forget the Rules

10 Albert Flasher (Live) - the Guess Who

11 1Simple Man - Lynyrd Skynyrd

12 Just Make Us Look Cool

13 Love Thing - Stillwater

14 That's the Way - Led Zeppelin

15 Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere - Neil Young & Crazy Horse

16 Future Games - Fleetwood Mac

17 Burn - Deep Purple

18 You Had to Be There - Stillwater

19 I Am a Golden God

20 20. Dear Jill - Blodwyn Pig

21 2Tiny Dancer (Almost Famous Version) - Elton John and Cast*

Disc 3

1 Looking at You - MC5

2 Reeling in the Years (Live) - Steely Dan*

3 Lucky Trumble - Nancy Wilson

4 Untitled - Jeff Bebe*

5 I'm Waiting for the Man (Live) - David Bowie

6 Your Mom Kind of Freaked Me Out

7 Please Welcome Stillwater!

8 Love Comes and Goes - Stillwater

9 You Gotta Take What You Can, When You Can

10 The Wind - Cat Stevens

11 1Voodoo Child (Slight Return) - the Jimi Hendrix Experience

12 Slip Away - Clarence Carter

13 Misty Mountain Hop - Led Zeppelin

14 Wishing Well - Free

15 Cover of the Rolling Stone

16 Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters - Elton John

17 Colour My World - Jefferson High School Band

18 My Cherie Amour - Stevie Wonder

19 Cortez the Killer (Live) - Neil Young*

20 You Made Friends with Them

21 The Rain Song - Led Zeppelin

22 We All Know What You Did to Him

23 Bron-Yr-Aur - Led Zeppelin

24 What Do You Love About Music?

25 Tangerine - Led Zeppelin

Disc 4

1 * - Stillwater

2 Fever Dog

3 Love Thing

4 You Had to Be There

5 Hour of Need

6 Chance Upon You

7 Love Comes and Goes

8 * - Stillwater Demos

9 Love Comes and Goes (Early Version)*

10 Fever Dog*

11 Love Thing*

12 Chance Upon You*

13 Love Comes and Goes*

14 Hour of Need*

15 You Had to Be There*

16 * Stillwater Backstage Jams*

17 That's the Way (Acoustic) - Larry Fellows & Ed Valencourt

18 Down By the River (Acoustic) - Larry Fellows & Ed Valencourt

19 Fever Dog (Acoustic) - Stillwater

Disc 5

1 Original Motion Picture Score

2 Prefunction*

3 Cabin By the River*

4 Lucky Trumble

5 Dapple Tree*

6 Cabin in the Air*

7 Dear Peggy*

8 Bye Bye Now*

9 CD5- Original Motion Picture Score Outtakes*

10 Cabin (Outtake 1)

11 Moody

12 Morocco

13 Aurora

14 Mood Swing

15 The Teenager

16 Borealis

17 Strummy

18 Tiny Dancer Intro

19 Mando Swagger

20 1Cabin (Outtake 2)

21 Love Stomp

22 Function

23 Aaron's Real Room

Release Date: 20 Aug 2021

#Almost_Famous

[thepucegoose]

was tagged by @scifistudies bc they’re v cute

Rules: Tag 20 followers you’d like to get to know better

Name: Kit

Nickname: people call me Kit-Kat sometimes :D also at school they sometimes called me Reedy-Boy which i think was supposed to be an insult but i loved it

Gender/pronouns: they/them pronouns, i reckon i’m nonbinary bc i feel kind of like a girl and kind of like a boy and sort of neither idek gender is weird

Zodiac sign: cancer

Height: i’m v nearly 5′7″

Sexuality: sexuality gets kind of weird when gender gets all muddled but basically generally Girls u kno? i just say i’m gay

Languages spoken: english and i can speak conversational bsl (just about). i also know a tiny bit of french and an even tinier bit of hebrew. i can read welsh pronunciation and say i want toast which is p much all i need to know i reckon.

Favourite season: autumn

Favourite fruit: raspberries

Favourite scent: my mum’s baking in the oven 

Favourite colour: yellow!!!

Favourite animal: just Animals u kno

Dogs or cats: dogs,, but also,,,,, cats

Coffee, tea, hot chocolate: tea pls

Average hours of sleep: 8-ish? i try to aim for 9

Favourite song: i really love music oh man, this is Not a comprehensive list. i love allll grace petrie songs but especially maggie thatcher’s dream, the best thing i never had, the distance, and sunshine (it physically hurts to only write four there). i also really like the mountain goats; my fave song of theirs is maybe dance music. also: california and the circle game by joni mitchell; supernatural by ken ashcorp; mary mccaslin’s version of living without you; ain’t life sweet by penny lang; letter from america by the proclaimers (i’ve seen them live!! this is what happens when ur mum is scottish); the binding of isaac by schmekel; broken things which was part of the sweet liberties project; girls by the 1975; and two of us by the beatles. i like so many genres but i definitely have a Type when it comes to my faves.

No. of blankets you sleep with: one but w another at the end of the bed. it was crocheted by my great-granny.

Favourite fictional characters: starsky my boy i love him so much im gon cry (also hutch i love him too). jim kirk (from the original series of trek), jamie mccrimmon (from classic who), bunny manders (from the raffles series bc Bunny Is Nonbinary), jadzia dax (from deep space nine), also i’m still getting to know him and he’s a mess but i love fox mulder (from the x files)

Dream trip: I like going to northern france and also scotland w my family but I reckon it’d be cool to visit the states too.

Dream job: rn i want to be a carpenter and build kitchens.

Blog created: i made my first blog in 2012 but idk when i made this one.

Favorite artists: i like leonardo da vinci just bc i think he’s wildly relatable like my boy started so many paintings and only finished 12 he was so adhd.

Favorite books: i like maurice by e.m. forster. even tho it’s Problematic [tm]. also there but for the by ali smith and the don camillo stories by giovannino guareschi. i like david sedaris’s stuff a lot too and i’ve met him!! i’m reading meddling kids by edgar cantero atm and it’s a queer pastiche of scooby doo and the famous five and it’s stunning? it’s about this group of folks who were teen crime fighters in the 70s but it’s set in 1990 and one of them’s dead but Nate’s still talking to him lol and honestly it’s So Good. 

Why I made this account: bc im trash for hyperfixations and tumblr is a Terrible Enabler. 

Followers: 51!! i’m only v small and it’s a relatively new blog. 

I tag:

@monsterhuntingsince93 @thepucegoose @desdoesstuff

if anyone else wants to do it just say i tagged you im so terrible at tagging people and also there’s no obligation if i have :D

[yourlittlejellybean]

fandom: riverdale fandom air/publish date: january 26, 2017 ( & air date of this blog May 26, 2017 ) favorite thing about your fandom: amazing writers, some serious talent and imagination! plus made for friends i’d like to keep forever thanks !!  favorite character and why: no secret that my ultimate fave is Toni Topaz, i just love how consistent her character and development has been, she’s smart, and brilliant, and it’s so nice to see a poc character not being written lazily and stereotopically while still managing to address REAL ISSUES !!  but also, Jughead Jones, bc y’know my brother and all??  overrated character: archie for sure, and honestly i write her but, veronica. also, hiram is really annoying me lately !!  fave minor character: sweet pea !!! absolutely adore him now, although fun fact i hated him at first.  also, kevin?? because i’m sick of him being sidelined C O N S T A N T L Y !!  otp: Oh god, so many. okay so canon, bughead jeronica, joni, topea, falice, cheroni, veroni, beronica !! rp wise: jb x toni, jb x archie  jb x sweet pea !!  notp: anyone who thinks shipping parentdale and the kids is fucked up and needs to stop that pedo shit right now !!! unless it’s AU / their over 21 BYEEEEEE !!  brotp: jarchie !! fredsythe !!  overrated ship: varchie -- YAWNS. underrated ship: kevinxmooose, kevinxhappiness, cherylxhappiness  ship you didn’t expect to like: honestly? bughead !! it took me a while !!  crossover ship: i had a wonderful Stiles x Cheryl ship once upon a time. but my ABSOLUTE OTP CROSS FANDOM SHIP IS B L I P ( Betty x Lip Gallagher !! ) i will sail that ship til the cows come home !!   favorite plot line: jellybean jones’ arrival back in riverdale...OH WAIT !! HAHAHA.  but seriously, the introduction of Toni Topaz and her relationship with Jughead and that whole dynamic is what i live for. Also Serpent Alice Cooper gives me life, and Penny Peabody is my favourite villain  plot you would have liked to see: my poor child Betty Cooper getting some therapy, and getting a diagnosis she can work though and come to terms with with the support of her friends and family. THANK YOU PLEASE.  favorite villain: OOPS i answered this, but  Penny Peabody. closely followed by Hermione.  least favorite villain: grundy -BARFS- who would you be friends with if you were in the fandom: veronica, toni, cheryl, kevin....alice because she’d be a fun drinking buddy !!  favorite fic: i read a good sweetvee one once, but mostly i read fics and get annoyed that they’re OOC sooooo least favorite fic trope: not sure?? incest?? that’s always a thing, and that’s not my thing. no thank you please.  song in the fandom: imagine dragons’ believer MOOD~ song that reminds you of your favorite character: perfect places - Lorde 

tagged by : actual babe that is @yourpaljughead​

tagging : @forbiddenfrut @joneshead @kalxidoscopc @crescentpalmed @undeciided @bombscheryl @brassloyalty

[twzanetti]

a Fender Precision Fretless bass, what a rare (and most welcome) sight it's become!

once a staple of bold experimenters in rock and jazz-rock dialects all through the '70s, once Jaco Pastorius made the Jazz Bass bridge-pickup-driven "meaow" licks known to the world via Weather Report's (and Joni Mitchell's) albums, Fender dropped the Precision off its (fretless) offer.

and did not care or dare to have a Jazz Bass fretless steadily on its catalog for about two decades, either (special runs, custom shop creations and anniversary models notwithstanding, ça va sans dire).

in a way, given how Percy Jones, Mick Karn and Pino Palladino stormed across the pop oceans across late '70s through early '90s, and had their fretless voice grace Brian Eno's, Brand X's, Japan's and dozens and dozens of anyone's gems, respectively, it's funny how fretless culture has taken the other side of the French-speaking borders (with Alain Caron and Yves Carbonne), without much of an echo in the whole pop and rock scene, globally, isn't it?

if i were given a penny to point my finger to the culprit, i'd mark the "cover band" and "cover of" syndrome that spread from mtv and youtube like plague, a dimension in playing that's as widespread as often devoid of creativity, tonal research and collective fun in experimenting with music.

try to shop for a fretless bass below 699€ (or $) that doesn't come with a lined fingerboard, and feel free to question my claim: much less of an handful remain, around commercial brands and mass-produced models...

it takes patient practising, countless hours of thoughtful exercise, with an alert and merciless ear toward one's intonation, or lack thereof... but fretless' the zen way of bass, in your endless journey for finding your own (pitch-conscious) voice.

world would be a much better place if more low-end worshippers had the strength of going at it fretless, even if they at least tried and failed.

fretless calls for doubt, doubt for humble repetition, repetition for questioning one's own pitch, while assessing pitch requires to honestly acknowledging one's own failures (and improve upon 'em).

thanks for posting and sharing this, @fenderbassman97 with which you're helping make this a better world, here!

[gsbrandson]

Laurels by the Bay

There was an echo in the canyon, that’s for certain. I believe the year was 1966. Sixty-six was the year where the doors of Capitol records were the entrance to paradise. Not because I could sing or play, but because I could watch and I could record it. Before what you all call the Summer Of Love, there was a lot happening in Los Angeles that really set the tone for the nitty gritty, down and dirty stuff, you know? And I’m happy to say that I was a fixture there. There were films being made in and around our homes, sure. Model Shop being one of the big ones. But no one captured what I did. Everything was stylized so naturally, you see. You can’t cut and retake the pure essence of the canyon. You have to just let it be. You have to let her speak. And she did, through all of us.

I think it was one of the record shops on Sunset that made it all clear for me. I used to sit in the listening room on these modern style chairs that were upholstered with orange leather. The spiraling cord from the KLH stereo to my ears I thought was my connection to heaven. I loved the jazz that birthed rock n roll and the local stuff, of course. Those shops were our beacon of hope and killed our worries for just a moment during the sirens of Vietnam. Those shops are where I first discovered the art of film.

 Down the street a ways from Tower Records was a brand new camera shop simply called Camera and Darkroom. And I was the Levi 501 darling of the boulevard. Well, at least one of them. There weren’t any flowers in my hair yet, but that was soon coming. Outside the camera shop they were demoing the brand new Super8 camera by Kodak. I posed and waved for the camera on the street corner and was told to come back in a week to see myself on the screen. They had a reel going in the darkroom on a white sheet. The owner of the shop had filmed his wife creating a flower arrangement in their kitchen. And of his baby boy making a sand castle on the beach on the fourth of July. I couldn’t help but cry as I watched his life on the screen. How beautiful and how precious were his memories. In live action and in color, repeating again and again. I walked through the projection and reached for a flower in the hand of his sundress wife and it hit me. I had to have one to.

 It was my newest thrill. I had my own Super8 after saving up two paychecks, getting a loan from my father in Connecticut, and telling my landlord that she would receive the rent a week late, as I was “having an emergency”. I started to shiver and squeal when I loaded the first reel of film. My first few shots were out the window of a taxi down Sunset. I loved how the glow of the neon signs came back after development, and so I walked down the strip and filmed the flickering lights of the Whisky A Go Go and the people passing by and waving at me. That’s how I met Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys and how I received my introduction to the Canyon.

 I met Brian post mental breakdown, on one of the few nights he spent out of solitude. He saw me in the street getting a shot of the cars passing by and asked what I was doing. His brothers stood behind him.

“This is a Kodak Super8,” I said. “I’m making movies.”

He invited me up to his house in the canyon and said he had something for me to film. At first, I thought he was coming onto me. But that wasn’t his way. We walked into his living room and it was empty. Apart from a white grand piano and floors covered in three feet of sand. I cannot lie, I was confused. He said, “Sit down, let me explain.” He sat at the piano, Dennis got on drums, and Carl on bass. I started recording. They performed a half buzzed version of In my Room, which I had heard in the record shop a couple of months before. A lot of people believed that God spoke through these boys, as they created the California Myth, especially Brian. And my, my, could he write. The reel from this night is marked with a California surfing edition postage stamp in my archive. I watch it from time to time and pour some Zuma Beach sand that I keep in a bottle by my bed into my hand.

 The footage I have of Dennis’ run in with Charles Manson is now the property of the FBI. I handed the reels over after the murder of Sharon Tate and Charlie’s arrest. One reel is of the state of Dennis’ home after the family’s stay in the summer of 1968. Another is of Charlie pulling a knife on Brian and Dennis at Capitol after receiving constructive criticism on his music. He could never handle that. There is one reel that I kept without the officials knowing. It begins as a pan of Malibu beach, the frame finally resting on a meditating Dennis Wilson and Charles Manson. Both shirtless and in shorts, sitting, legs crossed on large rocks by the sea. Their fingers are out in OM. They wear prayer beads around their necks that were made by the girls in the Family. A peaceful sounding scene, yes. But the way Charlie looked back at the camera is something I will never forget. His eyes looked animal, and that sinister, almost demonic smile haunts me to this day. I believed my camera to be cursed after that. I applied holy water on its handle and the Ladies of the Canyon joined hands in a circle and said seven hail Mary’s over its body. The reel is marked with a red X in my archive, and I haven’t watched it since 1975.

 I was introduced to the Byrds by I don’t remember who. I used to take a car up to their place in the canyon to film them practicing for the Fifth Dimension Tour. They brought me along to their shows on the beaches and to some of the major cities to film a backstage diary. I made them perform Wild Mountain Thyme over and over again to get the right shot. I got so many close-ups of their dark eyelashes on their cheeks when their eyes were closed. We were all so rosy and sun kissed in California. And so much in love. Not with each other, but with the music. So many girls came around and put flowers in their long messy hair and tailored their blazers for television by hand. My favorite reel of them is their TV appearance and performance of Mr. Spaceman. I was front row, and David kept looking down at me and singing through his smile. They were so nervous before that performance, and so happy. This reel is marked with a backstage photograph, rubber banded around the box. Of the boys in their nicest dressing room yet, and it’s titled with a quote from David, saying “Well boys, I think we’ve made the big time.”

 Joni Mitchell sang jazz to me and the music of the world. I was there to watch her switch between mediums. I filmed every brush stroke on canvas and every movement of her gold hair in the sun. She wrote Ladies of the Canyon on a green velvet sofa and in front of a picture window. She watches as I dance with Linda Ronstadt on the rug from Santa Fe. She laughs. And in the morning, she is topless and in jeans. She paces and drinks tea from a daffodil painted cup and saucer. She eats raspberries from a white china bowl. She scratches her head. She smells of the lover’s musk that he gave her just this morning. She keeps smelling her shoulder and writing things down. But she was my flower. She would say to me, “It’s rose day at the market. It’s about a dollar fifty for a bouquet, and about a penny for your thoughts.” These reels are on the top shelf of the archive. They are marked with some of her favorite news clippings about jazz musicians in New Orleans, a poem she wrote for me, and a single dried daffodil.

Young girls were indeed coming to the canyon. Cass Elliot kept a pill bottle of sugar cubes in her kelly green makeup case. They were laced with LSD 25. She sets her hair in the morning and watches the soap operas on NBC. Her closet was full of colorful floral trapeze dresses. Choosing one each morning was her favorite part of the day. All of the boys told her she was a stallion. Strong and majestic, yes, but her false lashes and glamour girl curl set inspired the flowery woman calls of the decade. She was a force to be reckoned with. Could sing the birds out of the trees. And now she had opened her head.

 I filmed the Papa’s thin. The doctors said they were almost to the point of no return. A pin dropping, to them, was a clap of thunder. The group had just made their sixth television appearance for the week, and I was in the dressing room filming the prelude to the California full tilt boogie. The surf shops down the coast dedicated their business hours to the ones they loved. We echoed back. That part wasn’t hard for us, my baby. It was the first time the Mama’s and their Papa’s hit the waves. I have footage of the sun-bleached surf boys teaching us the zen motions of applying sex wax to our boards. They had tan skin and bright white teeth, and they always smiled so big for my camera. I’m afraid that Papa John and Denny couldn’t tell where the waves began. They stood there, twenty feet from the water break, staring into the blue. As loud as she could, surfboard under arm, Cass ran up shore and sang “Come on in, the water’s fine.” And at that moment, the boys returned to Earth. To this day, they owe the ending of their bad trip to Mama Cass. I don’t think they dropped acid again after that. This reel is wrapped in the archive with Cass’ paisley handkerchief that she used to sop up her nosebleeds and a single sugar cube laced with LSD 25.

 It was the man that I fell in love with at the Dog Bar on the coast that brought me, for the first time, into the home of Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention. Zappa was sitting at a piano, topless and in jeans, prayer beads around his neck. The top of the piano was covered in stacks of sheet music that he had written himself. I wondered almost immediately how many of them would make the final cut of a record and how many hours a day he spent under his desk lamp with his pen. Before saying hello to me, he said, “Come here for a minute, will you tell me if this sounds ugly?” Frank was writing a song about a CIA man lurking around Laurel Canyon, which later I found out was about Brian Wilson’s schizophrenic paranoia. I was setting up my camera in the corner of the music room and before I could reply with a reassuring “No, it doesn’t sound ugly at all,” there she was in the doorway. This moment caught on tape is to this day, one of my favorites. She was the girl from the Tropicana Motel that he had found in a mini skirt and with a bright floral suitcase. She was looking for rock stars and in a way, he was looking for her. Some say she’s the girl Lou Reed wrote Femme Fatale for after traveling to LA with Warhol. But that’s just a rumor, and she liked it that way.

On this day she entered the room wearing a tiffany blue mesh robe with feathers on the trim. She had a golden fringe bang and white boots up to her knees. She knew without looking straight at us once that the camera was rolling. She sits on Frank’s lap as he continues to play and she wraps her arms around his neck. I’ve taken photographs of the screen at this moment when he looks up at her. I have it timed just right. She was not his wife, but she was, most definitely, the love of his life. She notices his eyes all lit up and laughs. She kisses him bigger than usual. Do you want to guess what he says? He says, “Suzy Creamcheese, oh baby, now, what’s got into ya?”

I don’t think I really learned what poetry truly was or really felt it until I found Jim. I found him In the lobby of the Chateau Marmont and I asked him what his sign was with a lollypop in my mouth. He smiled so big as he said Sagittarius. He was such a beautiful angel boy. And I was over the beat poets already. Jim had a way of making you feel like you were floating. I lived next door to him at that hotel, I kid you not. At night I used to hear him singing in the bathroom from the comfort of his clawfoot tub. He wrote Blue Sunday there. He was in love again, in love every five minutes. I set up my camera and filmed the goings on out the French doors and hoped that the tape recorder as close to the wall as I could get it, would pick up his humming. I eventually gathered enough courage to intrude on his bath for the shot. A wild request, I know. But he didn’t mind. I knocked on the door and received a sing song “Come in!” I heard the water splash as he moved. I believed him to be high out of his mind. The stolen flowers in the bath floated perfectly around him. He criss crossed his arms and held his shoulders. Looked at me like a starlet photographing boudoir for her husband. I think you can hear my sigh on the sound tape. He asked for more rosewater in the bath which I obliged. I have what he said next written in red ink on the reel box. He said, “This is the water of yesterday, and the flowers of tomorrow.”

 There were laurels by the bay in the summertime. And there was only one time where all of us were together. It was the beginning of a new age. The discotech revolution would follow Jim’s death in 1971. Paris, France has him forever. We could all feel a shift after Woodstock. Many of our friends and the voices of Laurel Canyon would be laid to rest in the next two decades and somehow, on this particular day, we all knew it. We were so proud to be from California, even if honorarily so. We spent our final days of love in the ocean spray and in the sun. I do believe whole heartedly that this time altered our ideas of God. We had all been looking for him since 1960. It was 1970 now and it felt like the moon had at last fallen in line with the sun. We were all flying so high above it all for so long. We had pioneered so much and I don’t think any of us went into the 60s knowing what we could reach.

 The reels I have of all of us were shot in God’s country. At Pfeiffer beach and at Big Sur. I still have my admission ticket taped up inside my windshield. This is the footage that I watch the most. It’s the footage that the historians and television stations offer me the most money for. I always decline. I suppose because you can’t put a price on this. These memories are mine. How beautiful and how precious they are. We were all like children climbing through the rocky caves with bare feet and laughing with every wave hit. We were on our beach towels and in large sunglasses, drinking sangria out of a clear mason pitcher and dancing until we were out of breath. We thought the sun could never set on us. The sand was our stage that day. We performed the Ballad of the Bonfire Children, 1969 at nightfall. Our grand finale at the West Coast cabaret. I believe the tourists mistook us for the sirens of the cove or the choir of the sea. “It’s just so hard to leave work at work.” We would all say and laugh. I miss them, all of them. How beautiful they were with their sea salt curls and their tanning oil skin.

 You should have heard them harmonize in the footage on the last reel. They brought us back to 1963 when it all really began. All of them stood around the fire and sang Brian’s Surfer Girl. I have a sound cue on the tape of my thumbs up extending from behind the lens. On the sound tape you can hear me count them in. You can hear the crackling fire in the background. And you can hear me blubbering when they sing “So I say from me to you, I can make your dreams come true.” Because they had.

Dennis Wilson would succumb to a shallow water blackout in 1983. I find it so fitting that he ends our era with one line, well, technically two. He walks to the camera and puts his face so close you can see the sand on his cheeks. He was elated and wrinkled just a bit from sun exposure. When you read his lips, you can almost hear him speak. He says, “This is it, we’re signing off.”

[grumkin]

Desert Ash 1

On the airplane from San Diego to Tucson, Dad’s 10 pounds of ashes weighing down her suitcase in the overhead bin above us, Kendall and I made a playlist for Mom. We put on Willie Nelson, Wings, Joni Mitchell, the Grateful Dead, Bonnie Raitt, Cat Stevens, and other songs that reminded me of our long afternoons playing cards in the sun on on the old parquet floors, while Mom smoked pot on the upstairs porch and Dad, in the kitchen, made himself a peanut-butter, pickle, and mayonnaise sandwich, whistling along to Ram On. Kendall, chic in a black cashmere sweater she claimed to have acquired from Dad’s closet and then purposely shrunk in the laundry to fit her perfectly, shrugged at me. “I don’t know Tom Waits that well. But apparently Mom loves him.” She added Ice Cream Man. I chose Joni MItchell’s Free Man In Paris, remembering Mom singing along with her fluty tones. 

Dillon and Mom met us at the Tucson airport, Dillon at the wheel and Mom smiling out the window from behind mirrored sunglasses. “We’re going to have lunch!” Mom exclaimed. Kendall and I piled into the rental, and Dillon zoomed away from the curb. We held a brief referendum on windows or a/c; split evenly down the middle for and against. Dad would have been the tie-breaker. Or maybe he would just decide. Kendall discarded her purposely-shrunk cashmere on the floor of the back seat, where she would leave it behind when she flew back to Oakland. 

At the Congress Hotel, we filed past the framed newspaper headlines about John Dillinger, who was apprehended by the FBI in this very old hotel, back when the west was wild. The floor was composed entirely of shellacked pennies. I wandered into the ballroom, elegant swags of dusty red velvet providing privacy, and used my phone to record myself doing a minute of plank on the gritty floorboards. I sent it to my girlfriend. I had done one minute already in the San Diego airport; this was minute two. My goal was ten minutes a day. I was killing it. 

Dillon and Mom, now at the bar, ordered bloody marys for everyone. I had been on a no-booze kick, but folded immediately when the surly bartender presented me with the skewer of olives and green beans. “This is a healthy drink!” Mom announced. Right. Dad liked to drink in the daytime too. 

Lunch was another referendum, this time on peoples choice of food. Dillon chose the meal with the highest caloric content; Kendall chose the meal with the most vegan protein; I chose the meal that was unhealthy-disguised-as-healthy; and Mom chose the salad. Dillon had recently sent a few vials of his saliva into a company that analyzed his DNA and sequenced his genome, remitting results about his genetics. He announced that he had “more Neanderthal DNA than sixty-seven percent of the population.”* Dillon (and Kendall and I) got his Neanderthal DNA from Daddy; Mom’s two x’s only went as far back as fifty thousand years, to Hibernia. Dillon caressed his heavy orbital bones, which did look fairly Neanderthal. Come to think of it. Dillon does look like an extremely handsome, tall, blond caveman. 

Back in the car, Mom complained about the air bnb. Apparently she and Dillon ahd been locked out for two hours the night before and the owner was less-than-helpful. I gazed out the window at the fast-moving, alien shrubbery and the terra-cotta landscape, thinking about negativity bias, how people will remember the negative things twenty time better than they will remember the positive things. Negativity bias; my brain makes me think my dead father was more of an asshole than he maybe actually was. 

At the house, Kendall and I fell sound asleep in the master bedroom, on a mattress that held permanent impressions of its owners’ bodies, the fan going on high above us. When we woke, it was time to get dressed. Mom was having a party. 

[elles-archives]

Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Reader

In for a Penny Part: Seven

Word Count: 1240

Series Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Spoilers for Knives Out, Talks of pregnancy, Murder, Swearing, Potentially dark themes (but not really), Death, Nausea, Anxiety. (I may add more as the series progresses)

Part Warnings: Language.

Series Summary: When Harlan Thrombey is found dead, the last person you would think is responsible is. The only problem is how far do you go to protect the ones you love the most.

(A/N: I appreciate how much interest I have received for this series. If you add yourself to the taglist for In for a Penny then can you please make sure that your age is in your bio as this is an 18+ story. Thank you - Ellen)

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Everyone gathered into the library. Alan sitting at his table with a young woman by his side, helping him arrange the papers. The tension from the living room was still there but it was masked with excitement. Linda and Richard wanted the house. Most likely just for show, as they will keep their Boston place. Joni wanted the money. That way she could pay for her extravagant lifestyle and for Meg’s school tuition. Walt and Donna wanted the publishing company. It was hardly a secret that Walt felt that it was his company. All he did was publish the books, Harlan wrote them, he did the hard work and Walt wanted to sell them to Netflix. Something Harlan was against.

Obviously, mine and Ransom’s excitement came from knowing that no one would be getting what they wanted. They all deserved to be cut out anyway. None of them were very nice people and the idea that all their plans for their inheritance were about to be thwarted was something I couldn’t wait to see.

Knowing that shit was about to hit the fan, me and Ransom made our way over to the back corner of the library, Ransom pulling me into his lap again. Linda noticed this action and rolled her eyes at us. Sitting quietly at the back, Ransom was playing with the chess pieces in one hand, and I was playing with his fingers on his other, twisting his wedding ring around. I loved to feel his ring, knowing that it was the thing that connected us together. that and the matching one on my left hand.

It didn’t take long for Alan to begin.

“Well. Thank you all for getting together like this, it isn't legally necessary, but I thought because you're all in town and some of you are leaving soon, it would be best…” Alan began before being interrupted by Blanc.

“Excuse me Mr. Stevens. As to that, ladies, and gentlemen, I'd like to gently request you all remain in town until the investigation is completed. Shouldn't be more than two days.” This time Lieutenant Elliott cut in.

“He's gently requesting, I'm ordering. Nobody move until we figure this out.” This caused everyone to become upset. As far as the family were concerned, Harlan’s death was a suicide, and they had no idea why the police believed otherwise.

“What.” Linda asked confused.

“Can we asked why? Has something changed?” Joni chimed in.

“No.” Blanc answered her vaguely.

“No, it hasn’t changed or no we can’t ask?”

“Mr. Steven’s please continue.” Blanc motioned to Alan, completely ignoring Joni.

“Right. Well, the other reason I thought this gathering would be, uh, beneficial is that as I told Walt, Harlan altered his will one week ago. He sealed it and asked me not to submit it to the courts for probate until after his death. So, in case there's any confusion about anything we're all together, we can talk. I can't imagine any of it will be that complicated, Harlan's assets included um…”

“…the house.” Sally, chimed in.

“The house which he owned outright, um…”

“…sixty million.”

“Right in various cash accounts and investments, yes and of course the real assets are sole ownership of um…”

“…Blood Like Wine.”

“Blood Like Wine publishing, his publishing company. Ok.” Alan finished listing Harlan’s assets. The look on everyone’s faces was hilarious and it was getting extremely hard for me to contain my laughter. Ransom saw this; he put his hand on my thigh and squeezed gently gaining my attention before covering my mouth with his own.

“Shh Kitten, don’t let on.” He whispered, barely audible to me, making sure the rest of his family didn’t hear him. I still saw the amused glint in his eye. I nodded my head in agreement to him before pecking his lips once more then turning my head back to watch the show.

“Um, he did write up a statement when he made the recent changes, he wanted it read first, so:” Alan opens up the letter and begins to read it. "Some of you may be surprised by the choice I've made here. No pleasure was taken in the exclusion, and its purpose was not to sow greater discord in the family, quite the opposite. Please accept it with grace and without bitterness. But do accept it. It's for the best."

Carrying on, Alan then opens up the envelope containing the will, reading it to himself first before reading it aloud. “Ok. So - oh wow, yeah, not complex at all. This'll be quick. "I Harlan Thrombey, being of sound mind and body, yada yada, my assets both liquid and otherwise, I leave in their entirety to Marta Cabrera. My entire ownership of Blood Like Wine publishing I leave in its entirety to Marta Cabrera. The copyright of its catalogue likewise I leave in its entirety to Marta Cabrera.”

Everyone turned to look at Marta, and I swear that I saw steam come out of my in-laws ears. I felt bad for Marta who was standing in shock, not really absorbing the rage going on around her. Walt went and snatched the will from Alan and had a look at it, both him and Linda chanting ‘no.’

Ransom and I were unable to understand what everyone was saying. It was all mixed together. However, soon Ransom moved me gently off of his lap and grabbed my hand instead as he left the room laughing loudly. I couldn’t help but quietly giggle along with his. Both of us pushed past Marta, who was frozen in the doorway, as we walked out.

“So, that went well.” Ransom laughed as he wrapped his arms around me.

“I’m sorry but I thought your mother was going to combust.” I wheezed as we continued to hear the commotion inside.

“Shit’s about to happen.” Ransom murmured as he dipped his head o kiss me before gesturing for me to go to my car. “Meet me at our restaurant.”

I automatically knew exactly where he meant.

As I got in my car I noticed at the entire family were following Marta out of the house. Marta panicked as she went to her car, but it failed to start. I watched with an amused smirk as Marta eventually made a break for my husband’s car, still trying to avoid everyone surrounding her.

“This could be the best thing to happen to all of you!” I heard Ransom shout before he drove off. I quickly followed him to the restaurant. I knew what Ransom was going to do. Although, I wasn’t sure if backing her into a corner was the most effective way to do things, I knew better then to try and change Ransom’s mind once he had it set on something.

Eventually we got to the restaurant, and I took a deep breath before exiting my car. I don’t know what Ransom said to Marta in their car on the way, but I would have to follow his lead in whatever he went with.

Getting out, I confidently walked into the restaurant and straight to the corner where me and Ransom usually sat. Just as I thought, both of them were sitting at the table. I approached them with a smile. I quickly kissed Ransom before he stood up and allowed me to slide in next to the wall before he followed placing his arm around me.

“So, shall we?”

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Ransom Drysdale x Wife!Reader

In for a Penny Part: Prologue

Word Count: 670

Series Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Spoilers for Knives Out, Talks of pregnancy, Murder, Swearing, Potentially dark themes (but not really), Death, Nausea, Anxiety. (I may add more as the series progresses) This is an 18+ series and will include smut. Minors DNI!

Part Warnings: None

Series Summary: When Harlan Thrombey is found dead, the last person you would think is responsible is. The only problem is how far do you go to protect the ones you love the most.

(A/N: This is the first part to my Ransom Drysdale series. Thank you for all the interest I have had for this series. I really appreciate it.)

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No one ever thought that Hugh Ransom Drysdale, the selfish, trust fund prick, would ever get a permanent girlfriend, let alone a wife, but here we are. Y/N Y/L/N was one of the nicest girls around, constantly helping those around her, donating money to charities and working as a successful Paediatrician. Ransom will never understand how he managed to convince Y/N to love him, however, she did. Unconditionally.

Y/N and Ransom met ten years ago. Y/N was twenty-two then and fresh out of College. She moved from the UK to study. She was just starting out in a hospital at the time when she was doing a shift in the ER. About halfway through her shift a very drunk and in turn, very handsy Ransom Drysdale stumbled through the doors with some friends. He had blood pouring from his head where he had fallen in his intoxicated state. It was only a few stitches and scans to make sure there was no severe injury, which caused many jokes from his friends to be shared, and she was happy to send him on his way.

However, Ransom wasn’t happy with this and hung around for the rest of the night trying to convince her to give him her number. In the end she gave in, purely because it had been a long night and she wanted him to go away. Ransom called her and set up a ‘date’ with the obvious intention of sleeping with her. Not too happy with this she refused him multiple times assuming that soon he would get over it and find a new ‘hobby.’

This didn’t happen. It was about a year later and Ransom was still asking her out. He had obviously had sex with other women in this time, but he wasn’t about to let her know that. Y/N made him wine and dine her before he bed her and not wanting to put his hard work to waste, he agreed. Although the night did end in Ransom’s favour, and she ended up tangled with him in his ridiculously expensive sheets.

After the little rendezvous with Ransom, they started seeing each other more often. Eventually he asked Y/N to be his girlfriend, despite ‘not doing relationships,’ and she agreed. About a year and a half later Ransom introduced her to his family. Something he was not looking forward to. Y/N convinced him to allow her to meet his family after he had met her parents. He wasn’t happy about it but would do anything for the woman he loved.

The meeting went just as expected. Linda Drysdale eyeing Y/N the entire night as if she were dangerous and Richard Drysdale was overfriendly the entire night. The rest of the family practically ignored her apart from Harlan and Joni Thrombey. Joni trying to get Y/N to buy some of her very questionable beauty products and Harlan just happy to meet the woman that makes his oldest Grandchild happy.

After meeting the family, Y/N naturally told Nicole, her best friend. Nicole told her friend to be careful, everyone for miles knew Ransom Drysdale and knew to stay away from him. Fortunately for Ransom, Y/N didn’t listen and continued seeing him. Five years after they met, Ransom did the unexpected and got down on one knee. A year later they were married and despite Ransom not wanting his family there, Y/N convinced him. Not that they were pleasant company, complaining about the location, decorations, cake and Y/N’s  dress. This, however, didn’t get Y/N down. This was her big day and she’ll be damned if her snotty in-laws would ruin that.

Y/N and Ransom’s marriage was like a dream. Ransom was the perfect gentleman, treating Y/N with the respect she deserved and leaving his playboy days behind him, much to everyone’s shock. They rarely fought and when they did they resolved it like adults. The majority Ransom’s family didn’t like Y/N still, but she couldn’t complain. Life just seemed to fall into place for Y/N. Until it didn’t.

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