#jukebox baby

[onlygenxhere]

since the juke baby prompts have been tugging at my heartstrings… “Luke, are you not nervous to see how she will handle having to share you with her baby sister?” ✨💫

“Luke, aren’t you nervous to see how she’ll handle having to share you with her baby sister?” Julie whispered as she leaned over the back of the couch looking down at her husband with their four year old sound asleep on his chest.

He bit his lip as he gazed up at her looking guilty for letting Violet fall asleep on him for the second time this week. “It was nearly a year before this one wanted much to do with me.” He ran his fingers gently through her light brown curls. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one that’s going to be feeling left out.”

Julie reached down and ran her fingers through Luke’s hair much like he was their daughters’. “You’ll only be a little left out till I’m not a walking slurpee machine again.”

He chuckled.

They both froze as Violet stirred for a moment before burying her head back under Luke’s chin.

Julie shook her head smiling at her little family before standing up and stretching her back, her large pregnant belly protruding over the back of the sofa.

Luke reached up and placed his hand on her belly as she covered it with her own.

“Violet is just as excited to meet her baby sister as I am.” He looked up at Julie with so much love it brought tears to her eyes. “We’ll still have time for this.” He kissed the top of their daughter’s head. “I’m not worried about it at all.”

The baby in her belly kicked their hands and Julie smiled. “You’re right. I’m worrying about nothing.” She picked his hand up and leaned down to kiss his knuckles. “Go put our daughter to bed and come sleep with me.”

He pulled her hand to his own lips and kissed her ring finger right over her wedding band, “Sure thing boss.”

[weneverlearn]

TOMORROW! Thursday June 20 — I’ll be singing on this Suicide tribute show, along with a mass of hep noisemakers. Not to mention, it’s the book release party for the brand new Alan Vega biography, Infinite Dreams, written by author Laura Davis-Chanin with Vega’s wife/collaborator, Liz Lamere. Lamere will be reading at the show tomorrow too.

[chubchow]

self love / self made

[prince-ically]

The NSS, my versions of the Agents!

From Left to Right it's Jukebox (Neo3), Alani (Agent 3/Captain), Valo (Agent 8), and Morrigan (Agent 4).

Jukebox Argos, They/them, 12 years old.

Inktoling, never knew their parents. Grew up with their adoptive salmonid brother Prince. Later adopted by Alani, Valo, and Morrigan.

Newest agent on the block, also one of the most beat up both before and after Alterna. Shows signs of mild fuzziness.

Was a very early bloomer when it came to their kid form, quite tall for their age as well.

Despite their size and age they are quite strong, their weapon of choice is the Heavy Splatling Deco.

A very curious kid, usually never in the same spot for very long.

Alani Cuttlefish-Argos, She/they, 21 years old.

Inktoling, Never knew her octoling father and has a strained relationship with her inkling mother. Was adopted into the Cuttlefish family by Callie and her parents. Very close to both Callie and Marie.

Still adjusting to the role of Captain, it's... odd. She doesn't fully feel like she's deserving of the role but still tries her best.

Due to the effects of Sanitization her right side can get drippy when overly stressed, upset, or ill. Completely blind in her right eye to boot.

Prefers to go with their Hero shot.

Valo Ida, She/her (Transfem), 21 years old.

Octoling, was raised by her parents in the domes with her younger brother August. Upon reaching the surface with no memories Marina and Pearl took her in with Marina letting her take the last name Ida.

Struggles with memory issues to this day and her long term memory, The Memverse has been helping tremendously.

Fingertips, eyes, and a large scar on her back are permanently tinged teal from the sanitized ink from the metro.

Despite not officially being in the NSS Valo offered to be on "Standby", wanting to help when particularly stubborn issues arise.

Favours her Octobrushes. Her preferred style of fighting is a fast and agile one.

Morrigan Kohl, She/he, 20 years old.

Inkling, raised by his older brother Damien along with his little sister Alice after and accident. Has a close relationship with Marie and considers her family.

Interested in engineering and picked up a few things from Sheldon but could never sit still long enough to listen fully, mostly self taught.

Ink burns on her hands, neck, and face from the fight with Octavio, turns out holding experimental Rainmakers so close to your face isn't a good idea.

For some reason her ink permanently glitters after Octo Canyon. Nothing seems to change this but it doesn't seem to hurt Morrigan.

A jack of all trades with weapons but if he had to chose one it'd be his Custom Blaster.

[psychedelicflyingshark]

Listening to songs with 0 lyrics and still crying about what they're saying

[upslapmeal]

I can't get over the fact that literally THE defining feature of Fifteen's TARDIS is a jukebox and then they did literally nothing with it lmao

[jokerlennon]

who up circling

[guessimdumb]

Johnny Paycheck - My Baby Don't Love Me Anymore (1967)

Post Valentine's Day blues? I recently got my hands on the LP Jukebox Charlie and Other Songs That Make the Jukebox Play, and it's a good one. Hard honky tonk with Lloyd Green on steel pedal.

Teardrops scattered all over the floor

[buildoblivion]

my most coherant ‘season one’ thought is that rtd needs to hire better editors and remember what pacing is

[wiccanblood]

————      𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎.

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋   𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄   :   sally elizabeth mcknight 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒)   :  thorn ( stage name ), sweetheart, princess ( parents ), sal, sals ( very close friends ) ╳   𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒. moody  |  short-tempered  |  emotionally unstable  |  whiny  |  controlling  |  conceited  | possessive  |  paranoid  |  liar  |  impatient  |  cowardly  |  bitter  |  selfish  |  power-hungry  |  greedy  |  lazy  |  judgmental  |  forgetful  |  impulsive  |  spiteful  |  stubborn  |  sadistic  |  petty  |  unlucky  |  absent-minded |  abusive  |  addict  |  aggressive  |  childish  |  callous  |  clingy  |  delusional  |  cocky  |  competitive  |  corrupt  |  cynical  |  cruel  |  depressed  |  deranged  | egotistical |  envious |  insecure  |  insensitive  |  lustful  |  delinquent  |  guilt complex  |  reclusive  |  reckless  |  nervous  |  oversensitive ♔   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒. honest  |  trustworthy  |  thoughtful  |  caring  |  brave  |  patient  |  selfless  |  ambitious  | tolerant  |  lucky  |  intelligent  |  confident   |  focused  |  humble  |  generous  |  merciful  | observant  |  wise  |  clever |  charming  |  cheerful  |  optimistic |  decisive  |  adaptive | calm  |  protective  |  proud  |  diligent |  considerate  |  compassionate  |  good sportsmanship |  friendly  |  empathetic  |  passionate  | reliable  |  resourceful  |  sensible  |  sincere |  witty  | funny 🖌 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 & 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒. art  |  acting  |  astronomy  |  animals  |  archery  |  sports  |  belly dancing |  bird watching |  blacksmithing  |  boating  |  calligraphy  |  camping  |  candle making  |  casino gambling  |  ceramics  |  racing  |  chess  |  music   |  cooking  |  crochet  |  weaving  |  exercise  |  swordplay |  fishing  |  gardening  |  ghost hunting  |  ice skating  |  magic |  engineering  |  building  |  inventing  |  leather-working  |  martial arts  |  meditation  |  origami  |  parkour  | people watching |  swimming  |  puppetry  |  pyrotechnics  |  quilting  |  reading  |  collecting  |  shopping  |  socializing  |  storytelling  |  writing  |  traveling  |  exotic dancing  |  singing | sorcery

tagged by: @scvereignreigned ❤️ tagging: go at it !!

[droughtofapathy]

"Welcome to the Theatre": Diary of a Broadway Baby

Swept Away

November 17, 2024 | Broadway | Longacre Theatre | Matinee | Musical | 1H 35M

If there's one thing to be said of this show, it's that it certainly offers up an immersive experience. After a dragging ninety-five minutes, I too felt as if I were experiencing the inescapable boredom of being adrift at sea. This is like if you took the Life of Pi play from two seasons ago, stripped it of what little narrative it had (not to mention the puppets), and instead presented a "lost at sea" story bereft of all dramatic tension, characterization, and human interest. Oh, and it's a jukebox. Which explains a lot. Swept Away is the story of a whaling ship that meets a sad end and a small group of survivors that resort to exactly what you'd expect to stay alive. For an hour, a bunch of undeveloped men without names stomp around, and then the survivors use the last half to warble out a few bluesy tunes while they slowly starve to death. And is any of this remotely compelling? Nope. The book deliberately omits anything that might provide audiences with some semblance of emotional attachment to any of the men. Most of the chorus don't speak and only sing as one big group. They are indistinguishable and when they all die, it's hardly worth shedding a tear over. The four principles are likewise poorly written, and despite the stakes literally being life or death, they feel so abysmally low. And before you ask, no, I'm not biased against an all-male cast without a lady in sight. Not even a crew of lesbians could make this show sail.

The music is selected from the Avett Brothers' catalogue, and that must explain why half of it is so anachronistic. I didn't realize early-2000s folk-rock was popular in the whaling days. The entire music portion is inappropriate for what little story they've cobbled together. The dialogue is either ripped from a flowery 19th century classic, or garbled drunken nonsense. As for the survival portion? Not only is it boring, it's riddled with more holes than the vessel that sank. Surviving sixteen days without a drop of water or any food (not even any mention of catching minnows to chow on or drinking piss, so like...what are we doing here?) is so beyond the pall even an elementary school writer knows better. One character is said to have been crushed under a masthead and barely breathing, yet survives over three weeks. Sure. The performances are uneven and muddied, and I'm frankly disappointed they didn't all just die faster.

So, aside from the trashfire of a book, and the ill-conceived music selection, why am I not rating this one lower? Well, let me tell you about the technical design. What an absolute thrill. Rachel Hauck has done it again and created another spellbinding set reveal for the ages. That the sub-thirty-second transition is the only source of entertainment is unfortunate. The sound and lighting further support this exquisite set design. And Broadway gets to continue its streak of one show per season that features projected waves on the stage floor. Woo-hoo.

Verdict: Enjoyable, But Left No Lasting Impression

A Note on Ratings

[abba-enthusiast]

Me at the Juke Box

[callixton]

i don’t understand the american psycho cast recording……

[riderunlove]

Ho Ho Ho and Other Mysteries

by @riderunlove

Chapters: 6/6

Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson

Characters: Julie Molina, Luke Patterson, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms) Additional Tags: Christmas fic, Christmas Magic, lots and lots of magic

Summary:

After her mother's death, the holidays were difficult for Julie. Just when she finally thinks she is ready to embrace them again she is slapped with a cruel disappointment that leaves her swearing off Christmas and it's supposed magic forever.

Luke has always loved Christmas, because it's literally magical for him and his family in a way most post people can't imagine. Unexpectedly he finds himself facing down a tight and dangerous deadline, with a nearly impossible solution.

Maybe fate will show both of them the real magic of the holiday season.

from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36134407

@story-courty made this awesome moodboard

[hollowhornets]

vashwood slow dancing fic yippeeee

i have not written fic and posted it here in a hot minute so i apologize in advance, theyre also probably just a bit out of character but im delusional with them on the brain so we’re ignoring it

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They sat drinking in a quiet little hotel room they managed to book on short notice, both of their coats were slung over a chair in the corner leaving Wolfwood in his white button up with the sleeves rolled to his forearms and Vash in his sleeveless turtleneck that showed off his scar ridden arm and a bit more of his robotic one than what could usually be seen. After a while their slightly intoxicated conversation had managed to stumble onto the topic of dancing.

“Back at the orphanage they used to teach us how to dance, slow dancing, waltzes, everything,” Wolfwood concluded before taking a sip from his bottle.

Vash hummed and took a sip from his own bottle before replying, “Were you good at any?”

“ ‘Course I was, I was best at slow dancing and I've been perfecting it ever since”

Vash looked him up and down with an unamused sort of expression, “I'm not sure how much I believe you on that, Wolfwood.”

Wolfwood gasped dramatically and put his hand on his chest, clutching his rosary beads in his fist before responding “Are you saying you don’t think I’m a good dancer?” 

Vash glanced to his side for a moment then back to Wolfwood “..Maybe,” he replied quietly before closing his eyes and taking another sip from his bottle.

Wolfwood furrowed his brows at Vash and let his hand drop to his lap, he looked over at the small clock on the wall across the room just above where their coats were placed. He let his frown turn into a slightly mischievous grin as he turned his head back to Vash with his newly formed idea clear in his mind. “Y'know what? Instead of havin' you take my word for it,'' He sets the bottle down on the table before standing up and outstretching his hand toward Vash “I'll show you.”

Vash’s eyes widened a bit at Wolfwood, he set his own bottle on the table before questioning him, “You mean…” Wolfwood nodded once before tilting his head and holding his hand out farther, Vash looked down at his hand and stared at it for a moment, holding his own in the air just above his legs, hesitant.

“Have you ever slow danced before?” Vash looked back up at him, he chuckled a bit and shook his head, a bit relieved he didn't have to say it outright. “Well, even better, I’ll teach you,” Vash looked down at Wolfwood's hand again, sighing before letting his own reach for it.

“Are you sure? You-” He was cut off by Wolfwood suddenly grabbing his hand and yanking him out of his chair, continuing to hold it as he walked him to the door, Vash’s breath hitched as he stopped in his tracks halfway, Wolfwood looked back at him before speaking, “What's wrong? Don’t tell me you’re gettin' nervous-”

“No no no, it's not that I just…” He pointed to the door, “Why do we need to go out?”

“Well, it would be awkward without music and i'm pretty sure i saw a jukebox in the lobby-”

“Yeah, sure, but..what if someone walks in on us?”

Wolfwood sighed and let go of Vash's hand. “Spikey, look at the time,” He grabbed Vash’s jaw and turned his head towards the clock that now read ‘2:27’ When did it even get so late? He turned Vash’s head back to face him once he was sure he’d seen the clock. “No one’s up except us, now come on,” He took Vash's hand in his own again and opened the door, leading Vash down the hall and letting an ‘aha!’  leave his lips once he looked to his left and saw the jukebox. 

The only hotel for miles was this fancy, slightly expensive one, but neither of them were too keen on sleeping outside if they could help it. The unfortunate part of booking a ‘fancy’ hotel is obviously the price but the more fortunate part was things like this. He took out his wallet and inserted a coin in the slot, humming to himself a bit while flipping through his options, he settled on one he thought was fit enough for a slow dance and walked back over to Vash.

Wolfwood put one hand behind his back and held out the other to Vash while bowing a bit, “Shall we?” Vash let out a breathy laugh and took his hand while glancing around the lobby, still a bit worried about being seen, Wolfwood noticed his anxiousness and spoke up “Y'alright? We don't have to do this if you don't want to-”

“No, no, I, I want to, I’m just… nervous.”

“About dancing? You’ll do fine, you have me as your instructor after all,” He smirked and tilted his head.

Vash scoffed and raised an eyebrow at him, “What’s gotten into you tonight-” Wolfwood grabbed Vash’s left hand and placed it on his own shoulder, pressing it down and not-so-discreetly running his hand down his arm, feeling all the little scratches and imperfections in the metal for a moment before moving his hand down to Vash’s waist and pulling him closer, Vash’s eyes widened a bit and his grip on Wolfwood’s shoulder tightened, Wolfwood held Vash's other hand properly and held it out to their sides.

“Just follow my lead.”

Vash stared at him for a moment before nodding, letting himself be guided by the man holding him gently, far gentler than he expected to be handled. They swayed to the faint melody from the jukebox, quiet enough so it wouldn't wake anyone else in the hotel but loud enough that they could both hear it clearly. Vash let himself relax as they danced, maybe too much with how often he would step on Wolfwood’s foot or bump into him, all of which were accompanied by a small, barely audible ‘sorry…’ falling from the humanoid typhoon's lips a millisecond after it happened.

“Oh, but I’m the bad dancer?”

“Oh shut up, Nicholas, I’ve never done this before,” Wolfwood smiled a bit at hearing his first name from Vash, albeit in a bit of an annoyed tone. They continued to sway in unison to the music in the dark of the hotel lobby, the only light being the faint yellow glow from the jukebox and the moonlight beaming through the windows. They were far closer now, chests touching with Vash’s arm now wrapped around Wolfwood’s shoulders and Wolfwood’s hand resting on the small of Vash’s back. Vash’s head had found its home in the crook of Wolfwood’s neck, comfortably, as if it was perfectly crafted for that very purpose. 

They both knew it was far too comfortable, the guilty weight on both of their shoulders shouldn’t let them rock side to side to a gentle melody together like this, it shouldn’t let them forget everything in the others arms for a songs length of solace, it shouldn’t let them share each others warmth in a moonlit hotel lobby, yet thankfully, whatever higher being has been pulling their strings up until now, has allowed them a moment of normality, a moment to simply exist in the others company. peacefully.

Wolfwood's eyes opened at the sudden silence of the song ending, he looked over at the jukebox and then back to Vash, who was practically falling asleep in his arms, he smiled a bit before taking his hand off Vash’s waist to gently shake him by the shoulder and whisper in his ear. “Hey, Spikey,” Vash took a deep breath and hummed, nuzzling his face more into the crook of Wolfwood’s neck and hugging him tighter, Wolfwood smiled at him but clenched his jaw as to not say anything he'd regret, “I think we should get to bed.” was what he settled on. 

Vash managed to peel himself away from Wolfwood, albeit reluctantly, and look at a clock hanging on the wall. ‘2:33’. “Oh. Right,” he turned his head back to Wolfwood but kept his eyes fixated on their hands, his eyes filled with half tiredness and half disappointment. Wolfwood noticed his expression and gently moved a strand of Vash’s hair out of his eyes, cupping his face in his hand, Vash closed his eyes and leaned into his touch. After a small sigh of content his eyes opened to look into Wolfwood’s, his gaze involuntarily trailing down to his lips, he inched ever so slightly closer and Wolfwood did the same. 

Vash practically melted once their lips finally interlocked, he wrapped both of his arms around Wolfwood’s shoulders and Wolfwood rested his hands on Vash’s hips, pulling him closer and leaning him back a bit, one of Vash's hands found its way into Wolfwood's hair while the other cupped his face. They both held their breath for as long as they could, neither wanting to detach from the other for more than half a second so they could shift their positions slightly. 

The sound of a door creaking open caused them both to quickly push the other off and practically sprint 4-5 feet away from the other, Vash crossed his arms across his chest with his shoulders high, staring out of the window, Wolfwood rested one hand on his hip and rubbed the back of his neck with the other, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. They both waved at the figure that walked out of the door, it waved back before wandering down the hall quietly, once it was out of sight they both took a deep breath and slowly made their way back to each other. They stood in silence for a moment with Vash tapping his finger on his arm before Wolfwood spoke, “...We should really get back to the room-”

“Yeah I think so.”