#lee jiving

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Hi, can I ask for a Fik lee! han Ler! Minho. The story is like this, Minho noticed that Han is lying on the bed sad all day today, he decided to cheer him up and tickle him, but Han is afraid of tickling only on the ribs

Longing - Part 2 

𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung

𝒍𝒆𝒓: minho

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 drabble 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: this is a drabble; it is meant to be short

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa

minho walked into the room, eyeing the boy laying on the bed. 

“what’s wrong, hannie?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“hyung, i’m not feeling…well again.” jisung admitted truthfully. 

“i’m unable to focus or do anything productive, and it’s making me anxious, and because i’m anxious, i can’t get anything done. it’s a whole negative feedback loop…” 

jisung tried not to tear up, he needed to stay strong. he couldn’t keep crying like this. 

“oh, hannie, it’s okay to have days like this. it happens every once in a while. do you maybe…want to cheer up?” minho hinted, smirking when the quokka’s cheeks flushed a cute pink. 

“…yes please…” the younger squeaked out, immediately covering his face when minho straddled his waist. 

“no no, i wanna see your smile. don’t hide it.” minho dug softly into hannie’s tummy, loving the squeal along with the weak squirming produced by the younger. 

the older pried jisung’s hands off of his face, instead holding them above his head, only flustering the boy more.  

“hyuhuhuhung! plehehease!” hannie squealed and bucked to the left when lino’s hand dug into his right side. 

“please what? keep going? somewhere else? you gotta use your words, sweetie.” minho cooed sweetly, his face flushing at the sight of the younger helplessly giggling under him. 

“keeheheep gohoing!” jisung squeaked, giggling when minho smiled down at him softly. 

“okay, dear~”

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

[veritablenonsense]

Vibing in orv spaces without actively shipping is so fun because for 99% of the art or meta I see, my reaction is "hell yeah!!"

Familial relationships? Hell yeah! Romantic yoohankim? Hell yeah! Romantic yoohan without the kim? Hell yeah! Everybody platonic and chilling in a Big House? Hell yeah! Single dad kdj? Hell yeah! Yoohan but make it sangah this time? Hell yeah! Coworkers? Hell yeah! Yjh as a weird father figure to kdj? Hell yeah! Rivals? Hell yeah! Mortal enemies? Hell yeah! Some kinda fucked up codependency? Hell yeah! Whatever the heck they had going on in Kaizenix? Hell yeah!

These characters contain contradictory multitudes. It's all good, it's all fun, I'm having a great time.

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi Ducky! Congratulations on 1K! That’s awesome! I would like to place an order for a small and large macchiato with light ice and cinnamon and java chips. The names for the order being Diluc and Venti.

YES

THATS ALL

NO FURTHER QUESTIONING

(Ducky gets back into writing? Real not fake?)

CW BELOW THE CUT: This do have tickles in it ngl.

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

The thoughts currently in Diluc’s head were indubitably illegal. Now, he’ll never act on them, mind you, but he’s thought of twelve ways to Sunday on how he’s gonna kill that bard.

Archons willing, he definitely did try his damndest to keep his composure for a good amount of time. But now? He can’t stand it anymore.

Today, the Anemo user had been acting seemingly normal today, chatting up a storm with Six-Fingered Jose about songs and such. But something deep within him told him that Venti was just minutes away from doing something that the bartender would regret.

—

He ought to be a fortune teller, Diluc thinks, as he grabs his forehead in disappointment.

—

It seemed that Venti was… sober today? There’s no chance; the bard never spends Fridays sober. Or Mondays… or Tuesdays… or-

You get the picture.

Diluc had an important task to do at closing: inventory counting. He hated it with every ounce of his being, but it was a required task for a tavern owner.

Unfortunately, the drunkard bard had not understood the seriousness in the red-haired male’s tone when he said “Get the hell out, we’re closed.”

So, currently, Diluc sat. Narrow-eyed glaring down the bard that was happily sipping at his first dandelion wine of the night.

“We’ve been through this, Venti. I’ve told you four times now that I have to count the inventory. Bar’s closed.” The Pyro user grumbled as he swept the floor around the stool the Anemo user was on.

“Aw, but Master Diluc, I just got here! Let’s have fun!” Venti whined in a faux-sadness.

The tavern owner pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he huffed out a breath. “I will tell you once more. Leave mora on the counter, or put it on the tab you’ll never pay off, and leave. I’m closed.”

“Ah, you know me very well, Master Diluc,” the Anemo user chirped. “But the night’s still young! Let’s play a game!”

“What are we,” Diluc grumbled, “five years old?”

“Don’t act like such a wet blanket, Diluc!” The bard chirped in reply, smiling brightly.

“Fine, you wanna play games?” The red-haired male rolled up his sleeves and slowly closed in on his regular patron. “Let’s see if you can actually escape with the bottle you stole.”

Venti’s eyes widened.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you.” Diluc replied. “You have one goal: don’t let me catch you.”

And so, the two took off in a grand chase. Venti hurdled tables and ran circles around the tavern, coddling the bottle that he did indeed steal. With it tucked away safely in the waistband of his shorts, the Anemo user took off upstairs and hid.

Diluc was quick to follow, knowing exactly where Venti had gone. Though, he remembered playing this exact game with Kaeya when they were just boys.

With a quick survey of the upstairs, he spied a quarter inch of green sticking out of the broom closet.

‘His clothes got stuck in the door.’ He thought with a sigh and a smile. ‘Just like Kaeya… hiding decently, but giving yourself away accidentally.’

Diluc ran loudly past the door, then tiptoed back in front of it. The second it opened, he hid behind, waiting for Venti to run past him.

As soon as the flash of white and green appeared in his peripheral, the Pyro user stuck out his right arm and trapped the bard, holding him close to his body.

“WAAAH! Oh that was cheap!” Venti cried. “Now, put me down, and let’s play another round!” He finished his demand with a hopeful smile.

“I don’t think you realize the situation you’re in.” The red-haired man replied with a sinister smile. He looked down at the bard ensnared in his right arm, an evil idea crossing his mind.

Venti’s eyes widened, and he soon started to wiggle, kicking his feet frantically. “W-Wait! Diluc! Let’s-Let’s talk about th-ihihihihis! hyahahaha!”

Diluc had begun to wiggle the fingers of his free hand along the short male’s side. “There’s nothing to talk about, bard. I’ve explained the rules to you clearly. You’re the one choosing not to listen.”

“Wahahahait! Dihihihiluhuhuc! Dohohohont tihihihickle mehehe!” Venti whined through his giggling.

“Apologies, Venti, but this seems to be the only way to get my point across.” The red-haired male replied as a slight smile toyed at the corners of his lips. He turned his wrist and prodded at the bard’s ribs.

Venti lurched downward, slipping a bit in Diluc’s hold.“Ehehehaha! Wahahahait! Nohohoho!”

The tavern owner’s smile couldn’t help his widening smile. The annoying bard (unfortunately) reminded him of more and more memories he had shared with his baby brother. Kaeya had always been super ticklish, and Diluc always used this to his advantage.

Venti giggled helplessly as Diluc mindlessly tweaked at his ticklish ribs. The black and blue-haired male pushed up against the arm that was trapping him. However, whenever he made any traction, Diluc somehow managed to press against a sensitive spot and make him slump downward.

“Dihihihiluhuhuc, plehehehehease! Mohohove spohohohots!”

With a quirk of his brow, Venti’s “assailant” obliged to the demand. Unfortunately for the bard, the latter had opted to go for the most ticklish spot on his body.

Diluc’s hand worked under the corset that had worked itself loose and untucked. He pushed outward, causing it to untie and fall into his palm. Effortlessly catching it, he placed it neatly on the counter next to him. As he began to zero in on his target, Venti wiggled like never before.

“Okay no! I change my mind! You can- eep! You can go back to where you were- ah!” With every squeak, the bard twisted his body away from the threat of tickling fingers. But, the red-haired male was closing in quickly. If Venti could pray to himself, he would have done so tenfold.

Diluc’s fingers lowered onto Venti’s stomach and pinched around his belly button. The Anemo user’s eyes widened as squeaky laughter bubbled out of him. He wiggled incessantly and kicked his feet. “DIHIHIHILUHUHUC! NOHOHOHO! CMOHOHOHON!”

The winery owner smiled down at the giggly bard, not caring to lift his attack just yet. However, he would watch carefully to not go too far, the bard’s comfort at his top priority. Venti’s pink face was resting against the arm trapping him, his eyes squeezed shut in mirth.

“EHEHEAHA! OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAY! IHIHIM SOHOHORRY-“ a snort echoes through the room, causing both parties to freeze in shock. The bard caught his breath before he made an attempt to make some sort of excuse.

“I- um-“

“Again.”

“What?”

“Do it again.”

“Do what- Diluc? What do you mean do it ag-ahAHAHAIN? DIHIHIHILUC!”

Well, so much for counting inventory tonight. Instead, the tavern’s owner had a much more noble task to do. Venti’s sweet, frantic laughter bounced from wall to wall as little snorts left him. As for Diluc… he can’t remember a time that he’s smiled this much.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[darrenpillowscriss]

[rainingmusic]

England Dan & John Ford Coley...Love is the Answer

[the-hottest-band-tournament]

Round Three of The Hottest 80s Band Tournament

Rush

Defeated opponents: Bananarama, UB40

Formed in: 1968

Genres: Prog rock

Lineup: Geddy Lee - Vocals, bass

Alex Lifeson - Guitar

Neil Peart - Drums

Albums from the 80s: 

Permanent Waves (1980)

Moving Pictures (1981)

Signals (1982)

Grace Under Pressure (1984)

Power Windows (1985)

Hold Your Fire (1987)

  Presto (1989)

Propaganda: 

"Because how many other bands do you know that have: a frontman who can do vocals, bass, and keyboards at the same time, a drummer who's the lyrical mastermind and writes on a variety of topics (from trees arguing to different spheres of the brain to theocratic dystopias to the Lord of the Rings) and a guitarist who can do three different guitar solos in a single track and is talented enough to have his own signature chord?

They are also beautiful no matter what age (yes, even Geddy's mullet, don't @ me) and have one of the sweetest, most loyal friendships I've ever seen in rock and roll. Example: when Neil lost both his wife and his daughter in the same year, Geddy and Alex supported him and were happy to wait as long as he needed before they started recording again."

Sparks

Defeated opponents: My Bloody Valentine, Grateful Dead

Formed in: 1968

Genres: New wave, art pop, disco rock

Lineup: Russell Mael – vocals

Ron Mael – keyboards

Albums from the 80s:

Terminal Jive (1980)

Whomp That Sucker (1981)

Angst in My Pants (1982)

In Outer Space (1983)

Pulling Rabbits Out of a Hat (1984)

Music That You Can Dance To (1986)

Interior Design (1988)

Propaganda: 80s Sparks Ted Talk

Visual Propaganda for Rush:

Visual propaganda for Sparks:

[instruth]

Under The Golden Arch

Under the Golden Arch I drive

A pass away from here to there

A gate to Heaven on Cloud Five

There is no suffering anywhere

Only joy so soothing all will give

From heart and soul, everywhere

People greet, smile, sing and jive

Peace touches all who love and care

Where Sun and Moon kiss, and we live

©Johnny J P Lee

30 October 2024

A Gogyoshiren Poem (10)

Photo Credits, Liliana Guta

[tword-brainrot]

The Spider’s Den

Wilson finds himself caught by a more playful than usual House. Chaos ensues.

Lee: Wilson 🖊️

Ler: House 🏡

Word count: ~1400

 “Yes, of course. No I mean..huh?!”

Wilson’s eyes shot up from his paper, the not so Freudian slip causing his face to burn a bright red.

“I didn’t stutter this time, Jimmy~”

House teased, raising his wiggling fingers to him.

“W-wait! Hold on hold OHohon!!!!”

Wilson attempted to reason with him, already giggling madly.

House smirked at him menacingly.

“Holding…”

He jived, stilling his fingers but, keeping them poised to pounce.

“I-I..you cahahan’t just ask that an expect a strahahahaight answer!”

Wilson squeaked, his smile reaching dangerously cute status.

“But, I did get a straight answer? I asked if you wanted me to tickle you and you said “Yes, of course.” You didn’t even look up from your newspaper until you got all embarrassed…Now, I’ll ask again.”

He paused, pressing his fingers into his sides but, not yet moving them.

“Do you want me to tickle you?”

Wilson gasped, his eyes flitting between House’s hands and his piercing blue gaze. He was a bit shocked with him as prior to this evening, House wasn’t able to as much utter the word “Tickle”, let alone boldly say it 3 times as if he were summoning Beetlejuice.

“I-I….ummm…well..errr..”

He stalled, fiddling with his thumbs.

“Well errrr? Now that’s not confident at all, try again..”

House poked lightly, attempting to force an answer out.

“Ah! Okahahay! Yes, I do…want you to…t-ti….Tihihihi-oh goodness…that is hard to say like this, isn’t it?”

Wilson blushed, fully understanding why poor House couldn’t ask for it before. It was rather embarrassing to be looking up at House with borderline puppy dog eyes instead of simply directly asking.

“Not so easy down there, is it? It’s significantly easier from here.”

House chuckled, waiting patiently for the go ahead from Wilson.

“You’ve got thahat right…ok ok ok. I’ve got this.”

He took a few breaths, as if preparing to ask a more serious question.

“House, will you please tickle mehehe? Dammit, I thohought I could ask without lahahaughing!”

He chuckled, attempting to cover the bright blush on his face. What he couldn’t cover were the dual set of dimples adorning his cheeks.

House bit into his own lip, almost overwhelmed by the adorable display. Almost….

“As you wish~”

House’s voice was as thick as molasses, husky with a growl in the back of his throat. He began to prod at Wilson’s sides, deliberately pressing just below his ribs.

“AHahahaAhaha!!! Nonononono!!”

Wilson cried out, his laughter was nearly bright enough to melt metal.

“No no no? But, you LITERALLY just asked for this!”

House argued, closing in onto Wilson’s stomach.

“Y-You knohohow I don’t mehehehean it though!”

Wilson muffled his giggling, covering his face with his hands.

“So, you’re just saying that? Good, I wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon anyways.”

House chuckled as he confirmed this by kneading into Wilson’s tummy as if he were making a loaf of bread.

Wilson wrapped one arm around his torso, his other hand laid against his forehead as his laughter rang through the yellow lit living room.

“You must have really wanted this..I thought this was such a bad spot? And here you are, barely putting up a fight and making moves that are just plain silly…Silly.”

House jived, digging one set of fingers into Wilson’s exposes underarm and the other set place firmly around his navel.

“Ahahahahahaha!!! It-*hic* ihihihis a Bahahahad spohohot! But Ihihi cahahan’t complain, rihihight?”

Wilson cackled, shrugged his shoulders while lifting his arms to a perfect 90° angle.

“Wait..hold that, right there…I have a terrible idea!”

House’s eyes lit up with mischief as a devious idea racked in his skull.

Wilson raised his eyebrows, keeping his arms as in place as possible.

House grabbed his cane from the end table and brought Wilson’s left arm to lie parallel with the floor. He slinked the cane though his first sleeve and out through the other, locking Wilson into place.

“Ah!! What the hell??? It’s cold!”

Wilson shivered at the rod against his back before he realized the rather exposing position he was in.

“Ummmm…is it too late to complain? I think I need to contact my lawyer for breach of contrAHAHAHACKT!!!HAHAHAHOUSE NOHOHOHO!!!”

House abruptly began to scribble into the hallows under Wilson’s arms, leaning into the couch to pin Wilson’s left arm against it.

“You know that a lawyer couldn’t defend you from this, Giggles~”

House drew, dropping one hand to buzz into his pelvis and keeping the other up high to switch between his underarms.

Wilson arched his back, absolutely dissolving into loud laughter. Because of the position he was in, it made it much worse for him as his stomach was left open for House to take his sweet time tapping to the third button of his shirt.

“I’m-gonna-getcha…and there’s-nothing-you can-do about it…”

Each time he paused, a new button was released, keeping the top two, locked to keep Wilson in place.

“Ohgodnonononononono! That’s sohoho nohohot fahahahair!!!”

Wilson squirmed, attempting to cover himself in anyway possible.

“All’s fair in love and war~”

House jived, tracing gentle circles into Wilson’s sides.

Wilson continued to giggle but, not as madly as House was wanting.

He leaned just next to Wilson’s ear to gently peck the side of it, eliciting a squeak from Wilson. He turned the tracing into ghostly scribbling and began to whisper into his ear.

“Aww, does it tickle? Are your neurons misfiring and making you more ticklish? Hmmm?”

“Ahahaha!!! Mahahahaybe??? I don’t *hic* knohohohow!!! Eeeeee!!”

Wilson, simply put, was going absolutely mad, his blush burning into the tips of his ears.

“Scientifically, there’s no evolutionary reason for it besides our less intelligent ancestors needing to know when poisonous spiders were on them.”

As he said spiders, House began to spider his nails across Wilson’s exposed tummy, earning bright manic tittering from him.

“Nononono*hic*hohoho!! No *hic* spiders!!! Plehehehehease!!!”

Wilson squeaked, his hands flapping in vain to release himself from House’s trap.

“Oh but, you’re in the spiders’ den, Jimmy~”

House made this clear by making the spiders move faster, making them “bite” by sporadically adding tiny pinches with his nails.

“And they’re hungry for ticklish little treats, just like you~”

“AHAHA*hic*HAHA-HOUSE!! PLEAsE!! NOHOHOHO SPIDERS!!”

Wilson’s arms went limp against House’s cane, barely putting up a fight besides his loud pleading.

“Well, I could get rid of them…it’s an extreme measure though, it’ll violently kill them all…truly tragic..”

House sniffled facetiously, allowing the “spiders” to continue their attack on poor Wilson.

“PLEHEHEHE*hic*HEHEASEEEE!!!”

House’s grin widened as he was given the ok for the extermination.

“Remember, I warned you~”

House took a deep breath and blew a raspberry directly above Wilson’s Navel causing the “spiders” to “scatter” and “bite” harder as they “died”. He even made his hands continue to twitch a bit as he drew another breath for another.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT, *hic* HOW IS THAHAHAHAT *hic* KILLING THEHEHEHEM???? YOU’RE JUHUHUHUST *hic* KIHIHIHILLING MEHEHEHE!!!”

Wilson shrieked, now fully thrashing against the couch. House made eye contact with Wilson after deploying the second one to his left side.

“They’re allergic to raspberries, duh.”

House flatly replied, blowing a third one into Wilson’s right side.

“OKAHAHAHAY!!! OKAY!!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NO MOHOHORE!!! HAHAHAHOUSE!!”

Wilson was bordering insanity as House blew a final raspberry right atop Wilson’s navel.

“There, all gone!”

House chuckled, very pleased with himself and the display on Wilson’s still cackling face. He was absolutely beaming with joy, completely drunk from the laughing.

Wilson squeaked as House slid his cane out from behind him, finally able to curl his madly laughing self into a little ball next to House.

After a while, House wrapped an arm around a still giggly Wilson, who responded by squeezing both of his arms tightly around House.

“You’re….fucking…evil…”

Wilson finally spoke, giving House the meanest stink eye he could muster with his wide smile.

“You love it and you know it.”

House chuckled, running his hand through Wilson’s hair.

“This was for the bees bit, wasn’t it?”

Wilson asked, looking up at House.

“Absolutely, it was for the bees. I’ll admit, it’s a pretty good bit. Works like a charm.”

House grinned, playfully tapping Wilson on the nose.

(This was prompt #12 on the list! Another excuse for soft boi hours, I love writing them like this 🥹)

[panspy]

List of Half Foot inspired* prefixes and suffixes, excluding surnames

*based on my basic understanding of the naming convention. and also the canon ones :p

All under the cut, its a long list. Also some fun full names that could TECHNICALLY be half foot names

Feel free to comment/reblog with your own!

prefixes

puck

mel

trill

tam

nim

mep

mag

may

fler

fleur

mei

chil

chip

eve

rev

rue

roan

zap

gar

tick

rass

thack

keg

fritz

chock

mund

pitch

snif

nit

huck

dell

flynn

good

kish

kipp

kipper

bix

binx

skip

maze

jive

dan

clem

soot

kemp

moll

bram

brom

pip

zip

merry

scot

suffixes

jack

eve

nick

james

my

kash

bea

lynn

lee

ash

dot

patch

jona

aster

luke

joy

ive

bill

bert

blue

breck

flynn

hyde

jame

jo

lewis

merle

mirl

maud

vic

vick

dan

murph

duke

jove

beck

frank

lark

gale

link

dell

sue

lou

patti

tom

chuck

ness

dave

don

tim

john

jake

beth

lisa

liza

bob

rob

mitch

pete

ian

bonus names

rhettlink (i mean come on)

charlee bigs

aliceyn chains

nicknack

kipperlily (i mean its RIGHT there)

bugsnax (listen.)

grandpa cheez

petzig

timney

lugnut torks

timhor tons

slimjim

[lavnderwonu]

seventeen as my favorite 70’s songs! ˖ ࣪⭑

author’s note!: i always say my biggest flex is my music taste. i tried my best to pick songs for the members based on their vibes & personalities. im an old soul & love love love the 70’s. im like a 60 year old in a 24 year old body LOL. 70’s music is one of my all-time favorites other than kpop of course. click the links to listen to the songs & who knows, you might enjoy them just as much as i do! 🪩🕺🏼

choi seungcheol ❀

next to you by the police

waterloo by abba

say you love me by fleetwood mac

yoon jeonghan ❀

silver springs by Fleetwood Mac

i saw the light by todd rundgren

it never rains in southern california by albert hammond

hong joshua ❀ (i can totally picture him in a discotheque… think saturday night fever)

angeleyes by abba

good old-fashioned lover boy by queen

jive talkin’ by the bee gees

wen junhi ❀

love grows (where my rosemary goes) by edison lighthouse

jet by paul mccartney & wings

baba o’riley by the who

kwon soonyoung ❀

i need a lover by john mellencamp

what a fool believes by the doobie brothers

stuck in the middle with you by stealers wheel

jeon wonwoo ❀

burning love by elvis presley

you’re all i’ve got tonight by the cars

rosalinda’s eyes by billy joel

lee jihoon ❀

i was made for lovin’ you by kiss

little dreamer by Van Halen

love will tear us apart by joy division

lee seokmin ❀

don’t bring me down by electric light orchestra

do ya think im sexy? by rod stewart

don’t go breakin’ my heart by elton john & kiki dee

kim mingyu ❀

crazy on you by heart

deuce by kiss

gimme! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight) by abba

xu minghao ❀

let me roll it by paul mccartney & wings

lover’s rock by the clash

ashes to ashes by david bowie

boo seungkwan ❀ (so abba coded..god)

SOS by abba

two of us by the beatles

hold the line by toto

chwe hansol ❀

lost in the supermarket by the clash

valley of the dolls by generation x

hanging on the telephone by blondie

lee chan ❀

what is life by george harrison

denis by blondie

jamie’s cryin’ by van halen

[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

Well, this took me a lot of online digging & a lot of patience but this is the top songs in the charts/most popular songs for each of the winners of the Indy 500. I hope you guys enjoy the effort 😂

30th May 1911 - Ray Harroun - Arthur Collins - Steamboat Bill

30th May 1912 - Joe Dawson - Enrico Caruso - Dreams Of Long Ago

30th May 1913 - Jules Goux - Harry Lauder - It's Nicer To Be In Bed

30th May 1914 - Rene Thomas - Heidelberg Quintet - By The Beautiful Sea

31st May 1915 - Ralph DePalma - Alma Gluck - Carry Me Back To Old Viginity

30th May 1916 - Dario Resta - John McCormack - The Sunshine Of Your Smile

31st May 1919 - Howdy Wilcox - Henry Burr & Albert Campbell - i'm Forever Blowing Bubbles

31st May 1920 - Gaston Chevrolet - Al Jolson - Swanee

30th May 1921 - Tommy Milton - Marion Harris - Look For The Silver Lining

30th May 1922 - Jimmy Murphy - Al Jolson - Angel Child

30th May 1923 - Tommy Milton - Carl Fenton - Love Sends A Little Gift Of Roses

30th May 1924 - Lora L Corum & Joe Boyer - Al Jolson - California Here I Come

30th May 1925 - Pete DePaolo - Ted Lewis - O! Katharina

31st May 1926 - Frank Lockhart - Gene Austin - Five Foot Two, Eyes Of Blue

30th May 1927 - George Soulders - Ben Bernie - Ain't She Sweet?

30th May 1928 - Louis Meyer - Gene Austin - Ramona

30th May 1929 - Ray Keech - Rudy Vallee - Honey

30th May 1930 - Billy Arnold - Rudy Vallee - Stein Song (University Of Maine)

30th May 1931 - Louis Schneider - Bing Crosby - Out Of Nowhere

30th May 1932 - Fred Frame - Louis Armstrong - All Of Me

30th May 1933 - Louis Meyer - Leo Reisman ft Harold Arlen - Stormy Weather

30th May 1934 - Bill Cummings - Duke Ellington - Cocktails For Two

30th May 1935 - Kelly Petillo - Guy Lombardo - What's The Reason (I'm Not Pleasin' You)

30th May 1936 - Louis Meyer - Benny Goodman - The Glory Of Love

31st May 1937 - Wilbur Shaw - Teddy Wilson ft Billie Holiday - Carelessly

30th May 1938 - Floyd Roberts - Shep Fields - Cathedral In The Pines

30th May 1939 - Wilbur Shaw - Benny Goodman - And The Angels Sing

30th May 1940 - Wilbur Shaw - Bing Crosby - If I Had My Way

30th May 1941 - Floyd David & Mauri Rose - Deanna Durbin - Waltzing In The Clouds

30th May 1946 - George Robson - Denny Dennis & The Skyrockets - Mary Lou

30th May 1947 - Mauri Rose - Bing Crosby - Among My Souvenirs

31st May 1948 - Mauri Rose - Bing Crosby - Galway Bay

30th May 1949 - Bill Holland - Burl Ives - Lavender Blue

30th May 1950 - Johnnie Parsons - Billy Eckstine - My Foolish Heart

30th May 1951 - Lee Wallard - Les Paul & Mary Ford - Mockin' Bird Hill

30th May 1952 - Troy Ruttman - Jo Stafford - A-Round The Corner

30th May 1953 - Bill Vukovich - Frankie Laine - I Believe

31st May 1954 - Bill Vukovich - Doris Day - Secret Love

30th May 1955 - Bob Sweikert - Eddie Calvert - Cherry Pink And Apple Blossom White

30th May 1956 - Pat Flaherty - Ronnie Hilton - No Other Love

30th May 1957 - Sam Hanks - Andy Williams - Butterfly

30th May 1958 - Jimmy Bryan - Connie Francis - Who's Sorry Now

30th May 1959 - Rodger Ward - Elvis Presley - A Fool Such As I

30th May 1960 - Jim Rathmann - The Everly Brothers - Cathy's Clown

30th May 1961 - AJ Foyt - Temperance Seven - You're Driving Me Crazy

30th May 1962 - Rodger Ward - Elvis Presley - Good Luck Charm

30th May 1963 - Parnelli Jones - The Beatles - From Me To You

30th May 1964 - AJ Foyt - Cilla Black - You're My World

31st May 1965 - Jim Clark - Sandie Shaw - Long Live Love

30th May 1966 - Graham Hill - The Rolling Stones - Paint It Black

31st May 1967 - AJ Foyt - The Tremeloes - Silence Is Golden

30th May 1968 - Bobby Unser - Union Gap - Young Girl

30th May 1969 - Mario Andretti - The Beatles with Billy Preston - Get Back

30th May 1970 - Al Unser - England World Cup Squad - Back Home

29th May 1971 - Al Unser - Dawn - Knock Three Times

27th May 1972 - Mark Donohue - T.Rex - Metal Guru

30th May 1973 - Gordon Johncock - Wizzard - See My Baby Jive

26th May 1974 - Johnny Rutherford - Rubettes - Sugar Baby Love

25th May 1975 - Bobby Unser - Tammy Wynette - Stand By Your Man

30th May 1976 - Johnny Rutherford - J.J Barrie - No Charge

29th May 1977 - A.J Foyt - Rod Stewart - I Don't Want To Talk About It

28th May 1978 - Al Unser - Boney M - Rivers Of Babylon

27th May 1979 - Rick Mears - Blondie - Sunday Girl

25th May 1980 - Johnny Rutherford - Hot Chocolate - No Doubt About It

24th May 1981 - Bobby Unser - Adam & The Ants - Stand & Deliver

30th May 1982 - Gordon Johncock - Madness - House of Fun

29th May 1983 - Tom Sneva - The Police - Every Breath You Take

27th May 1984 - Rick Mears - Wham! - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

26th May 1985 - Danny Sullivan - Paul Hardcastle - 19

31st May 1986 - Bobby Rahal - Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer

24th May 1987 - Al Unser - Starship - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

29th May 1988 - Rick Mears - Wet Wet Wet - With A Little Help From My Friends

28th May 1989 - Emerson Fittipaldi - Gerry Marsden, Paul McCartney, Holly Johnson & The Christians - Ferry Cross The Mersey

27th May 1990 - Arie Luyendyk - Adamski - Killer

26th May 1991 - Rick Mears - Cher - The Shoop Shoop Song

24th May 1992 - Al Unser JR - KWS - Please Don't Go

30th May 1993 - Emerson Fittipaldi - Ace Of Base - All That She Wants

29th May 1994 - Al Unser JR - Wet Wet Wet - Love Is All Around

28th May 1995 - Jacques Villeneuve - Robson & Jerome - Unchained Melody

26th May 1996 - Buddy Lazier - Buddiel, Skinner & Lightning Seed - Three Lions

27th May 1997 - Arie Luyendyk - Eternal ft Bebe Winans - I Wanna Be The Only One

24th May 1998 - Eddie Cheever - Tamperer ft Maya - Feel It

30th May 1999 - Kenny Brack - Shanks & Bigfoot - Sweet Like Chocolate

28th May 2000 - Juan Pablo Montoya - Sonique - It Feels So Good

27th May 2001 - Helio Castroneves - DJ Pied Piper - Do You Really Like It?

26th May 2002 - Helio Castroneves - Eminem - Without Me

25th May 2003 - Gil De Ferran - Justin Timberlake - Rock Your Body

30th May 2004 - Buddy Rice - Frankee - F.U.R.B (F U Right Back)

29th May 2005 - Dan Wheldon - Akon - Lonely

28th May 2006 - Sam Hornish JR - Gnarls Barkley - Crazy

27th May 2007 - Dario Franchitti - Rihanna ft Jay-Z - Umbrella

25th May 2008 - Scott Dixon - Rihanna - Take A Bow

24th May 2009 - Helio Castroneves - Dizzee Rascal & Van Helden - Bonkers

30th May 2010 - Dario Franchitti - Dizzee Rascal - Dirtee Disco

29th May 2011 - Dan Wheldon - Pitbull ft Ne-Yo, Afrojack & Nayer - Give Me Everything

27th May 2012 - Dario Franchitti - Fun ft Janelle Monae - We Are Young

26th May 2013 - Tony Kanaan - Naughty Boy ft Sam Smith - La La La

25th May 2014 - Ryan Hunter-Reay - Sam Smith - Stay With Me

24th May 2015 - Juan Pablo Montoya - OMI - Cheerleader (Felix Jaehn Remix)

29th May 2016 - Alexander Rossi - Drake ft Wizkid & Kyla - One Dance

28th May 2017 - Takuma Sato - Luis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee & Justin Bieber - Despacito

27th May 2018 - Will Power - Calvin Harris & Dua Lipa - One Kiss

26th May 2019 - Simon Pagenaud - Ed Sheeran & Justin Bieber - I Don't Care

23rd August 2020 - Takuma Sato - Joel Corry ft MNEK - Head & Heart

30th May 2021 - Helio Castroneves - Olivia Rodrigo - Good 4 U

29th May 2022 - Marcus Ericsson - Harry Styles - As It Was

28th May 2023 - Josef Newgarden - Calvin Harris & Ellie Goulding - Miracle

26th May 2024 - Josef Newgarden - Sabrina Carpenter - Espresso

And yes, this wouldn't be a post from me if I didn't create a playlist 😂

[lwh-writing]

Okay, so my college classes started again today and I ended the day with the first lecture of my military history class. Now, I don't usually like military history because it very much is the Dude Bro type of history that I don't jive with. However, I am taking this class because:

Even if it is Dude Bro History, I love history in all forms and want to learn more about it

I'm an engineering student with too many fucking calculus, physics, and electronic classes and my mind needs to think about something other than STEM before it breaks

I fucking LOVE my professor. I had him last semester for a European history class and he was the best. He was very much against what he calls "asshole history." Aka, the type of history that focuses on one, usually white, Christian man who "shaped the course of history" until it shuffled onto the next one. He never mentioned Henry VII or Shakespeare except in passing, but he was the first person to teach me about Alessandra Strozzi, Baruch Spinoza, and Olaudah Equiano. So once I saw he was teaching another class this semester, I was like "Okay, but only because it's you, Awesome Professor."

Anyway, today was the first lecture of Military History taught by Awesome Professor. As should have probably been expected, the class makeup was 80% Dude Bros who need to cover their liberal studies credit. We get in, go over the syllabus, do an icebreaker, and Awesome Professor pulls up a PowerPoint slide with the Battle of Thermopylae and the Battle of Gettysburg side by side.

Awesome Professor: "Can anyone tell me the connection between these two battles?"

Some answers are offered. One Dude Bro goes on a soliloquy about war tactics and drools over the 500 Spartans. Awesome Professor corrects him and says that there were way more Greek factions there than Sparta. More answers are offered. A different Dude Bro does a different soliloquy about Robert E. Lee and the Confederate Army. Awesome Professor shoots back about Meade having the superior defensive position. More answers come in. I offer that both the Greeks and the Union soldiers were vastly outnumbered. A few more answers.

Awesome Professor: "Those were all wonderful answers, but unfortunately, you're all wrong. The major connection between these two battles is.... they're the only battles we will ever discuss in this class."

This wonderful, wonderful man then goes on to say that we will NOT be getting into war tactics. We will NOT learn about weaponry. We will NOT be reading quotes from famous generals. We will instead be learning about the cultural impact of war, all sides of every conflict, how militaries and wars affect technology that isn't weapons (preserved foods, medical innovations, etc.), how to recognize war-time, pre-war, and post-war propaganda, and female and nonbinary individuals' experiences during war.

The hundreds of Dude Bros start gaping like fish and sputter about "How can you teach WAR if you don't talk about WAR?". I'm holding back cackles as they slowly realize that they will not be getting spoon-fed the classic Dude Broe history. I genuinely cannot wait to go to my next lecture and count how many people drop the class.

In conclusion: definitely give college history classes a try, even if they aren't your usual first pick. Especially if you know the professor is amazing and knows how to teach about the scope of history rather than shuffling from one asshole to the next.

[duckymcdoorknob]

Might I perhaps request a small iced tea with light ice for the event? Id love some brown sugar on that! The names on the order are Asta and Noelle!

I know you said maybe on writing for her, so feel free to deny this request if it doesn't seem appealing! Thank you!💙

I love how I always say I don’t like a character and then they get a redemption arc

Anyways YES

NOELLE IS MY DARLING NOW MY LITTLE BABYGORL SHES SO PRECIOUS TO ME SHE NEEDS A HUG

I WOULD LOVE TO WRITE FOR THEM

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST MY DEAR ANON

CW UNDER THE CUT: This do have some tickles in it ngl.

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

It was official. The I’s were dotted, the T’s were crossed, her name was signed in flowy ink at the bottom of the page. There was no going back now.

Noelle was just about ready to kill Asta.

Now, she wasn’t going to kill him literally, but she could kill him for not listening to her.

She nagged him to go to bed, but the boy didn’t listen. Instead he trained from dusk to dawn, refusing to get a wink of sleep that night.

And oh how Karma had now come to bite him in the ass…

Captain Yami was giving another lecture on the importance of mission successes. He explained the star system, and how the Bulls were record setters for their negative stars.

Asta tried his damndest to fight the inevitable sleep that was threatening to overtake him. His head lolled forward with every passing moment as his eyes repeatedly closed.

The royal took notice of his barely conscious state. With a swift scooch to her right, (which when asked, she blamed it on a bug) Noelle sat directly next to her teammate.

“Asta,” she hissed. “Wake up.”

The ash-haired boy opened his eyes with a light gasp and a jolt. He looked at Noelle with panic in his eyes, but relaxed when he remembered where he was. “Oh, hi Noelle.”

The water mage sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Asta, I told you to get some sleep,” she spat in a hushed tone.

“Was busy,” the boy replied, a yawn ripping from his throat. “Had to train, then do chores.”

Noelle frowned lightly in sympathy. She knows what it’s like to have sleepless nights, albeit for different reasons. Her nerves keep her up for nights on end, and Asta is always there to hold her and stay with her until she feels safe.

Naturally, she decided that it’s only fair that she helps him as he does for her. She just wondered how she should do it…

The water mage had little time to plan, however, as she noticed the anti-magic user drifting off once more. His head lolled around his neck as it became as heavy as a brick. “Hey,” she muttered. “You’ve gotta stay awake or else Captain Yami will kill you.” she gave a gentle squeeze to Asta’s knee.

What Noelle wasn’t expecting was Asta to jump with the slightest squeak. “H-Hey… no’do that,” he slurred. “Tickles.”

‘Tickles, eh?’ Noelle thought to herself. Perhaps now she knew how to keep her teammate awake. She sighed as she wrapped her arm around the sleepy boy’s waist, resting a hand on his hip.

The plan was working well. If Captain Yami looked their way, she would give the ash-blonde a ticklish squeeze, instantly waking him up for a few seconds. Eventually, Asta was more alert, and giggling slightly every time he was squeezed.

“N-Noehehelle… plehehehehease.” The anti-magic user whimpered, a yawn following after. “Ihihim awahahahake. Ihihi swehehear.”

“Shhh, pay attention.” The girl soothed, bringing her hand up to squeeze just under his bottom ribs.

A choked yelp echoed as Noelle realized she may have just tweaked a bad spot. Eyes fell on them, and she felt her face heat up.

“You two wanna stop playing and pay attention? Surely you can wait five minutes to torment your teammate, Noelle.” Yami’s gruff voice cut through the awkwardness in the air. The girl could do nothing but nod in reply, embarrassment hit on her cheeks.

Yami returned to his lecture, and the attention left the pair.

“Hehe, that’s what you get!” The boy teased.

“Asta I will torment you for the next ten minutes if you don’t shut up. That I promise you.”

“Is that a threat? I bet you wouldn’t carry it out,” the magicless Bull teased.

Game on, Asta…

The girl simply smiled, adjusting herself to sit behind her companion. She placed her hands on his lower ribs and waited patiently. She leaned in close to his ear. “You don’t have a single clue as to what kind of monster you’ve just created.”

The ash-blonde’s face flushed as he squirmed a bit in her hold. “I-I was kidding. Don’t HNGH- D-D-Don’t ti-hihickle mehehehe.”

Noelle smiled evilly as she began to softly tweak the ribs under her fingers. “What do you mean, Asta? You need to stay awake and listen to captain Yami.” She replied in a hushed tone.

“N-Noelle.” Asta replied through gritted teeth, “I promise I’ll stay awake.”

“Are you sure? You look a little tired…” the water mage gently raked her fingers up and down the boy’s back.

Asta fought to keep his laughter in, only light giggles escaping him as his Noelle listened to Yami’s explanation with innocence.

Noelle kept Asta on his toes, opting to switch between pinching his hips, and prodding at his ribs. The ash-blonde boy could barely maintain his composure, weakly grabbing at Noelle’s wrists. His tired state weakened his reflexes, and he finally fell backwards against her and giggled quietly.

After another three minutes of Noelle’s agonizing touches, Yami broke the group from their meeting. The girl smiled with a ring of menace and moved her hands up to the top of Asta’s ribs. Finally, his true laughter came pouring out.

“Nohohoehehelle!! Hehehey!” The anti-magic user whined, arching away from her fingers. “Nohohot fahahahair!”

“Plenty fair! This is what you get for not going to sleep. And what about me not being able to carry it out?”

“Okahahahay! Ihihihi gihihive uhuhup! Nohohoho mohohore!”

It’s a fond smile, Noelle lifted her attack and gently rubbed at the spot she had just been touching previously.

The magicless boy went quiet, his eyes closing against his will. Relishing in the foreign feeling of contact, Asta was quickly out like a light.

“Okay, now you need to go to sleep,” the water mage reported. “I doubt that you’ve slept for more than 24 hours.”

No reply came from Asta, leading Noelle to exhale fondly. “Okay, let’s go, you big lug.” With a great deal of effort, she managed to place the boy on her back and trudge off to his room. Noelle laid him down on his bed, and attempted to leave.

However, a big resistance pulled her backwards. Looking downward, she noticed Asta’s arms wrapped around her waist, and pulling her back toward him. It’s a blushing face, she sat down next to him. He effortlessly pulled her close to him, resulting in a yelp from the girl.

Noelle sighed as she began to run her fingers through Asta’s hair.

Maybe a little nap wouldn’t hurt.

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[eternal--returned]

IGGY POP: Once I heard the Paul Butterfield Blues Band and John Lee Hooker and Muddy Waters, and even Chuck Berry playing his own tune, I couldn't go back and listen to the British Invasion, you know, a band like the Kinks. I'm sorry, the Kinks are great, but when you're a young guy and you're trying to find out where your balls are, you go, "Those guys sound like pussies!" I had tried to go to college, but I couldn't do it. I had met Paul Butterfield's guitarist, Mike Bloomfield, who said, "If you really want to play, you've got to go to Chicago." So I went to Chicago with nineteen cents. I got a ride with some girls that worked at Discount Records. They dumped me off at a guy named Bob Koester's house. Bob was white and ran the Jazz Record Mart there. I crashed with him and then I went out to Sam's neighborhood. I really was the only white guy there. It was scary, but it was also a travel adventure—all these little record stores, and Mojos hanging, and people wearing colorful clothes. I went to Sam's place and his wife was very surprised that I was looking for him. She said, "Well, he's not here, but would you like some fried chicken?" So I hooked up with Sam Lay. He was playing with Jimmy Cotton and I'd go see them play and learned what I could. And very occasionally, I would get to sit in, I'd get a cheap gig for five or ten bucks. I played for Johnny Young once—he was hired to play for a white church group, and I could play cheap, so he let me play. It was a thrill, you know? It was a thrill to be really close to some of those guys—they all had an attitude, like jive motherfuckers, you know? What I noticed about these black guys was that their music was like honey off their fingers. Real childlike and charming in its simplicity. It was just a very natural mode of expression and lifestyle. They were drunk all the time and it was all sexy-sexy and dudey-dudey, and it was just a bunch of guys that didn't want to work and who played good. I realized that these guys were way over my head, and that what they were doing was so natural to them that it was ridiculous for me to make a studious copy of it, which is what most white blues bands did. Then one night, I smoked a joint. I'd always wanted to take drugs, but I'd never been able to because the only drug I knew about was marijuana and I was a really bad asthmatic. Before that, I wasn't interested in drugs, or getting drunk, either. just wanted to play and get something going, that was all I cared about. But this girl, Vivian, who had given me the ride to Chicago, left me with a little grass. So one night I went down by the sewage treatment plant by the Loop, where the river is entirely industrialized. It's all concrete banks and effluvia by the Marina Towers. So I smoked this joint and then it hit me. I thought, What you gotta do is play your own simple blues. I could describe my experience based on the way those guys are describing theirs . . . So that's what I did. I appropriated a lot of their vocal forms, and also their turns of phrase—either heard or misheard or twisted from blues songs. So "I Wanna Be Your Dog" is probably my mishearing of "Baby Please Don't Go."

Legs McNeil & Gillian McCain ֍ Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk (1996)

The Stooges ֍ I Wanna Be Your Dog (1969)

Muddy Waters ֍ Baby Please Don't Go (1953)

[ladylooch]

https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/745217695102943232/the-fashion-shows-for-half-asleep-daddy-on-the?source=share

I think we’ll need a blurb of this one day

Connor and Lio hyping them up

In Lio and Savannah’s condo, four adults sit in the living room, getting ready for the latest and greatest fashion show as presented by the Wood and Meier children. Pump up music plays through the sound bar from DJ Woody. Savannah and Lucie settle into their front row seats with a glass of wine. The fashion show director, Sir Lio Meier, is standing with his wooden spoon microphone, slapping it against his palm.

“The show will begin in 30 seconds.. 29 seconds… 28 seconds…” Lucie starts to laugh at his robotic count down. Her and Savannah share a look before Savannah starts digging in her pocket for her phone. She pulls it out, flipping through her apps to get to her camera.

“Ma’am… MA’AM!” Lio directs at his wife. Connor pauses the music. “Hold girls.” Lio calls to the giggling children in the hallway.

“What?” Savannah asks, looking over at Lucie with confusion.

“Can you put your phone down? This is a closed show.”

“Oh, I just want to take pict-”

“No ma’am. Not allowed.” 

“Lio….” Savannah laughs. “You’re kidding?”

“I am not. This is confidential.”

“Oh my god.” Savannah mutters, making a show of clicking her phone off and putting it to the side.

“I don’t know. She doesn’t look trustworthy. You better grab that.” Connor interjects.

“Con!” 

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” Stella begins to yell into Gracie’s karaoke machine. She has been dubbed the MC for the night. All the adults in the room shudder at the high pitch. Connor reaches over, turning it down about four turns. “Uncle Lee go sit down!” Stella demands. Lio crawls over to his wife’s legs, tossing an arm over her knees. Savannah rests her hand on his opposite shoulder, leaning down to his ear.

“Sass me again and see what happens.” She says while kissing his cheek.

“Will do.” He murmurs back with a smirk.

The music changes to a TV show’s opening theme song that Stella is in love with right now. It’s a bop and has everyone’s heads jiving in rhythm as Winnie and Gracie come rounding out from the hallway.

“Winnie! Gracie! Winnie! Gracie!” Connor mimics like he is a photographer.

“Oh! Oh! He can have his phone!?” Savannah slaps Lio’s shoulder.

“He is a professional. Ma’am, don’t make me ask you to leave.” Lio quips. Lucie howls with laughter, clapping as Connor gets on his stomach and moves his phone in various wild angles while the flash goes off with each awful picture.

“Over here! Strike a pose!” Connor calls. 

The girls both pop a hip, trying to keep serious faces that turn into squinty eyes and pursed lips. 

“We call this princess high fashion! So chic. So glamorous! Absolutely gorgeous colors coming to a store near you!” Stella shrills into her microphone. “Go change!” Stella yell-whispers at Winnie and Gracie, who then scurry from the room, holding hands, laughing the whole way down to Winnie’s room. 

“Stelly, why aren’t your participating?” Lucie asks.

“I’m too old for this.” She rolls her eyes. She may be too old for dressing up, but Lucie is thankful she isn’t too old to participate in a different way.

“Okay, okay!” Stella yells when Winnie waves her hand out. “Next up, our final look, is Sporty WAG era.” 

“WAG!?!” Savannah shrieks with laughter.

Sure enough, Gracie comes dressed out in one of her mom’s blazers with her hair in a sloppy bun Winnie obviously threw together and Lio’s cell phone in her hand. 

“I can’t. Lio has hockey!” She shouts into the phone while stepping cautiously in the high heels from her mom’s closet.

Winnie comes out in one of the old Devils WAG jackets, feet stuffed in Lucie’s Nike she wore over here while clutching two stuffed animals. 

“Babies! Let’s go see daddy at the glass!”

“Awwww!!!!!” Lucie giggles. “Baby come here!!” Lucie opens her arms.

“Hey! No touching the models!” Lio laughs, trying to intersect. 

“Prevent me from hugging my kid and I will end you.” Lucie growls playfully, then snatches Winnie up into her lap. She smothers her face with smooches. Gracie hops over to Savannah and Lio, diving into their open arms. 

“Did I do good!?” Gracie yelps out excitedly.

“Perfect, baby. Did you have fun?” Lio asks. She nods excitedly.

“I’m gonna be a model when I grow up!”

“Ah yes… how full circle would that be for your daddy.” Lucie jokes.

“Yeah, kinda like your captain kink?” 

“Ah!” Lucie yells, hiding her face in Winnie’s bun. “Fine you win.” 

[justforbooks]

David Soul, who has died aged 80, stormed to fame in the 1970s as half of the television “buddies” detective duo Starsky and Hutch, who careered across Los Angeles in their red and white Ford Gran Torino, over the roofs and bonnets of other cars, and through piles of cardboard boxes.

“When the Starsky and Hutch series was showing, police on patrol duty were adopting sunglasses and wearing their gloves with the cuffs turned down,” claimed Kenneth Oxford, a British chief constable. “They also started driving like bloody maniacs.” In south London, a council lowered a wall after fans of the tyre-squealing screen action used it as a launchpad to jump on to parked vehicles.

While Paul Michael Glaser played the streetwise, cardigan-wearing, junk food-eating Dave Starsky, Soul’s character, Ken “Hutch” Hutchinson, was the quieter, yoga-loving, healthy-eating one – two cool cops looking after each other as if they were brothers.

Over five series (1975-79), they patrolled a rough area populated by muggers, drug dealers, sex workers and pimps. They also fraternised with Huggy Bear (played by Antonio Fargas), a snazzily dressed, “jive-talking” informant with his own bar.

Soul traded on his newfound stardom to return to his first love, music. He recorded the ballads Don’t Give Up on Us (1976), a No 1 in the US and UK, and Silver Lady (1977), another British chart-topper.

His television career continued, but the starring roles rarely resonated beyond his homeland. An exception was the miniseries World War III (1982), in which he played an American cold war colonel trying to avert a nuclear holocaust. It also chimed with his political and social campaigning, which included supporting the anti-nuclear movement.

He took up the tempting offer to play Rick Blaine in Casablanca (1983), a five-part TV prequel to the film classic, in the role originally played by Humphrey Bogart, but it proved a flop.

Soul found renewed success – particularly on the West End stage – after moving to Britain in the 90s. He even hit the headlines beyond the review pages in the title role of Jerry Springer the Opera (Cambridge theatre, 2004-05), taking over from another American actor, Michael Brandon, as the “shock” talkshow host.

The BBC’s decision to screen Richard Thomas and Stewart Lee’s musical, complete with thousands of swear words, transvestites, tap-dancers dressed as Ku Klux Klan members and a nappy-wearing Jesus, received more than 60,000 complaints from viewers.

Soul simply relished the chance to fulfil his “dream to play in the birthplace of English-speaking theatre” after failing to “cut the mustard” when auditioning on Broadway.

He was born David Solberg in Chicago to June (nee Nelson), a teacher who had also performed as a singer, and Richard Solberg, a Lutheran minister of Norwegian descent. His father’s work as a representative of the Lutheran World Relief organisation during the reconstruction of Germany after the second world war meant the family moved to Berlin in 1949, returning to the US seven years later to live in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, where David attended Washington high school.

He then acted in plays while studying at Augustana College, before moving to Mexico with his family. Influenced by his father’s work, he initially had plans to join the diplomatic service, and learned Spanish and studied Latin American history. He was also taught to play the guitar by Mexican students.

After a year, he hitchhiked to the US, landed a job singing Mexican folk songs at a coffee shop in Minneapolis and set his sights on a career in music. He also gained some acting experience with the city’s Firehouse theatre company.

While talking with friends about the metaphorical masks people wear, he came up with the idea of wearing a real one while performing so that the music stood on its own merits, and billed himself “David Soul, the Covered Man”. The William Morris Agency signed him up after hearing a demo tape, and he soon had bookings. One was in The Merv Griffin Show on TV between 1966 and 1968, when he eventually dispensed with the mask. More significantly, a talent agent spotted his acting potential.

He had a regular role in Here Come the Brides (1968-70), a comedy western series set after the civil war, as Joshua Bolt, one of the brothers running a logging company in a male-dominated Seattle frontier town and importing marriageable women.

A guest star, Karen Carlson, became Soul’s second wife (1968-77), following the dissolution of his first marriage, to Mirriam “Mim” Russeth, in 1966, three years after their wedding.

Soul was then popping up all over American TV in guest roles himself, and had a short run in 1974 as Ted Warrick, the defence lawyer’s assistant, in Owen Marshall, Counselor at Law, before wider fame came in Starsky and Hutch. By then, he was living in an “open” relationship with another actor, Lynne Marta. When he moved on to his third marriage, to Patti (nee Carnel, 1980-86), former wife of the 60s pop idol Bobby Sherman, he hit the headlines for all the wrong reasons.

In 1982, having already struck Patti several times, he returned home drunk one night following a day’s filming on Casablanca – which he correctly feared would bomb – and hit her repeatedly. He was arrested on a charge of misdemeanour battery, but a judge spared him jail on condition that he underwent therapy. Soul admitted to having a violent streak and, although he and Patti were reunited, the marriage was soon over.

He kept working, landing starring roles as Roy Champion in the cattle ranch soap-style drama The Yellow Rose (1983-84), the private eye of the title in the TV movie Harry’s Hong Kong (1987), and “Wes” Grayson, leading an FBI forensics team, in Unsub (1989), but his star was on the wane. Another marriage, to Julia Nickson (1987-1993), also failed, before he had a relationship with the actor-singer Alexa Hamilton.

Soul’s career was revived when in 1995 the theatre producer Bill Kenwright was looking for an American to star in the comedy thriller Catch Me If You Can on tour in Britain. He played Corban, a newlywed whose wife goes missing. There were other tours and Soul was in the West End as Hank in The Dead Monkey (Whitehall, now Trafalgar, theatre, 1998), Chandler Tate in Alan Ayckbourn’s Comic Potential (Lyric, 1999-2000) and Mack in Mack & Mabel (Criterion, 2006).

In between, he had one-off roles on British television, including as a locum surgeon in two episodes of Holby City (2001 and 2002), a Boston detective helping to investigate his wife’s murder in Dalziel and Pascoe (2004) and a criminology lecturer in Inspector Lewis (2012). Soul and Glaser had cameos in the 2004 film spoof Starsky & Hutch, alongside Ben Stiller as Starsky and Owen Wilson as Hutch. In the same year, Soul was granted British citizenship.

He is survived by his fifth wife, Helen (nee Snell), whom he married in 2010, and five sons and a daughter.

🔔 David Soul (David Richard Solberg), actor and singer, born 28 August 1943; died 4 January 2024

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