#kellys kitchen

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

Might I make an argument for the “you don’t have to pretend with me” scene as the gayest Buddie kitchen scene? Yes, even gayer than “you wanna go for the title?” but it’s close.

Buck leaving Taylor in the other room to come say it because he sees Eddie, maybe more than anyone ever has. Eddie, not yet therapized and oh so tired and weighed down by his life and trauma, not ready yet to really hear Buck and trust that he’s not going to judge Eddie. Buck being the only character thus far to notice that something’s not right with Eddie (and really, the only one - Frank is told during therapy, Bobby witnesses an outburst that couldn’t be misinterpreted, but Buck just sees Eddie), and try to push him to talk about whatever’s wrong. Eddie having just spent a good chunk of the prior scene evil-eying Taylor for…reasons, while watching Buck devour his food with the stupidest fond expression on his face. Christopher just sassed them into oblivion, and Taylor might as well have not been in the room despite having been a part of the exchange originally.

Mostly though, it’s just the exhibition of Buck telling Eddie, “I’m here, you don’t have to hide. I’m here, please talk to me. I’m worried about you, please stop lying to yourself and me,” and it’s so soft, so kind, so them that I have to send it to the top of the Buddie’s greatest hits list. Because who else would you say “you don’t have to pretend with me,” to but someone you adore, that you love, that you spend your time worrying over?

[kellyscabin]

sharing my beautiful collection……. the kelly’s cabin bts shots………

[loving-jack-kelly]

Jack Crutchie and Race childhood best friends who took turns sleeping at each others' houses when things were bad at home, who spent so much time together that they practically have their own language, who understand each other so well they don't even have to speak to know what's going on, who are so casually affectionate and loving with each other that all of the have been accused of dating the others more than once, who are each others' stability and solid ground and constant through everything life throws at them.

[andallshallbewell]

[hyperfocusthusly]

Nichelle and Hondo’s moving in drama got me like

[we-are-inevitable]

javid au with head chef jack and lead server david. everyone thinks they hate each other bc they’re always yelling at each other in back-of-house but actually theyve been dating since like 2 weeks after davey was hired

[f1wags-opinions]

Whether Kelly was with Max in that party or whether Max hooked up with that “influencer” or not is such a non-story. So, I won’t be answering asks about it anymore.

[daredevil-artwork]

Daredevil by Kelly Williams

[leucehmiexcs]

[gingerwerk]

Me, a known Lover of creating literary parallels in fics, being completely waylaid by emotions at 7:15 in the morning when I realize I’ve accidentally created a very intense parallel between two of the main characters in the current au I’m working on

[iliketoseeeverythinginneon]

Instagram: iliketoseeeverythinginneon

[triple-u-vvv]

random mewsies sketches, with a few new characters as well!

if you get the Tommy boy reference, you get a gold star ⭐️

[loving-jack-kelly]

au where jack and davey start out as random roommates/craigslist roommates or something similar and only see each other at four am bc that's usually when jack is waking up to start his day and when davey is finally going to bed

[andallshallbewell]

[hyperfocusthusly]

Oh no, oh there it is

Oh dear

[dustedmagazine]

Kitchen’s Floor — None of That (Petty Bunco)

Photo by Alex Gerrans

None Of That by Kitchen's Floor

Brisbane’s Kitchen’s Floor has been churning over-saturated sludge punk since the late aughts, releasing material on Australian labels like R.I.P. Society and Bedroom Suck, but also internationally on Bruit Direct Disques, Siltbreeze and now Petty Bunco. None of That is dense and dark and lumbering. It brims with inchoate rage. There’s a song called “Blood,” which, amid that clanging guitar thunder and clumping brute force drums, Matt Kennedy can be heard squalling “Blood, blood, everywhere,” repeatedly. If you’re looking something light and inconsequential to while away an afternoon, keep looking. If you like punk rock that hits hard and hits again, well, here’s your jam.

These songs are like Leviathan’s view of human life: nasty, brutish and short. A couple make a lasting impact in just over a minute; a bunch of other hover around the two-minute mark. The relatively epic “Northern Fort,” seeps in like sweet, unhealthy vapors, its nodding, dreaming melody pounded down by reverberating drums and thick over-tone haunted guitars. And yet though these cuts are mostly bludgeoningly heavy, they are never dull. “Yamsi” lets the bass do the driving, freeing guitars up for frenetic trebly upbeats. “Drink”’s guitar riff whirls like a cyclone, tossing wreckage out centripetally from the eddy’s center. “Before Dawn” is a denatured campfire song, with Kennedy singing blankly in unison with a female vocalist, tambourine dragging listlessly behind acoustic strumming. An unhinged keyboard solo erupts from its woozy jangle. “Xans” is even odder, clearing the fug for an offkilter keyboard melody that sounds like 1960s French film soundtrack tipped over on its side.

The point is they’re all songs—whether they last 60 seconds or 200. They all have their interior logic. They all have their distinct melodies, though sometimes they’re shrouded by an onslaught of dissonace, They’re all different and they all land with tremendous force. Look this band up on Google, and you’ll get all kinds of tips about how to keep your Kitchen’s Floor spotless, but when crud and noise sounds this good, why bother?

Jennifer Kelly