#li'l sydney

[dead-petey-au]

Art redraw from last year! Happy Halloween!!

Redraw under the cut

Please reblog my art instead of just liking it.

[c-o-z-m-o]

Dog Manber Day 7: A Tale Of Two Kitties

I'm not that good with markers 💔 but apparently there's a character in A Tale Of Two Cities (what ATOTK is based off of) named Sydney and in the Dog Man book Petey quotes some of her lines. Huh

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[ask-the-dps]

Li'l Sydney do you like fnaf

[purposechef]

Choose your fighter.

[fcrewell-wxnderlust]

CENSUS OF SURVIVORS - TASK #2

[ENT. INTERVIEWER AND DR MCMAHON]

INTERVIEWER: So, this is just a quick li'l interview - six questions and then we're done. That alright?

DR MCMAHON: [nods] Does that count as one of the questions?

INTERVIEWER: [smiles, amused] No, that one doesn't. Alright, I noticed you have a quite recognisable accent so question one: where are you from and where did you live prior to the crash?

DR MCMAHON: I'm from Sydney, Australia but, before the crash, for about the last year, I was living in San Francisco.

INTERVIEWER: [nods] Question two: any distinctive scars, tattoos, or marks?

DR MCMAHON: Scars, no. Tattoos, I have the constellations in a circle on my left upper arm with their names in Ancient Greek and the sort of vine - thorns? - wrapped, sorta like a cuff, 'round my other arm.

INTERVIEWER: Alright, question three: what have you been able to find on the island?

DR MCMAHON: Just an old outpost of sorts - small and abandoned. It wasn't much but it had a shower which was worth the trip.

INTERVIEWER: I bet. Question four: everybody’s hiding something - a fear, a weakness, a strength, an unpopular opinion; What are you hiding right now?

DR MCMAHON: [tired] Honestly?

INTERVIEWER: [nods]

DR MCMAHON: I don't really trust anyone here, not really. All it takes is one person reaching their breaking point, which isn't really far off given the state of this fucking place- mind my language- but after that? This whole place goes up in flames and there won't be a thing we can do to stop it unless someone willing to kill people for it. And once people start killing, it won't stop till we're all dead.

[silence]

INTERVIEWER: [coughs] Um, well, that definitely was honest. [pauses] Right- Question five: do you believe rescue is possible at this point?

DR MCMAHON: No - I know how rescue services work. They'll keep looking for us but they should have found us by now - if they didn't, it means they can't find this place except someone obviously found it before which, I suppose, means we should keep hope. Kinda hard to do around here.

INTERVIEWER: [nods] Last question: when did you last lie?

DR MCMAHON: Recently.

INTERVIEWER: [raises a brow] Was it during the census?

DR MCMAHON: Of course, not. I'd never purposefully mess with someone's results - it's just bad form.

INTERVIEWER: ...right. That's all. You're free to leave.

[EXIT DR MCMAHON]

[dead-petey-au]

Li'l Sydney to Sid moment

Objectively the funniest way to make a character trans is timeskip. Just never say anything about it.

[daffodi1]

Manipulation and Fuck-It Expenses: A (not-so) Condensed Essay

Okay, so in light of today's episode, I wanted to talk about something. Ever since episode 22 dropped, I've seen rhetoric sprinkled here and there (lol) that's like "Sydney needs to listen to Jedidiah" and "He's being dumb going along with the Elephant Man's schemes". And like, while I think we can all agree that temmieboi is a manipulative li'l bitch (though I love him for some reason. Why? WE JUST DON'T KNOW.) and it's dubious whether or not he genuinely cares for or wants what's best for Syd, I think a lot of people are missing the point. So, it's time for another rambly essay that nobody asked for! Obviously there's spoilers under the cut, so please do not read if you are not caught up with the podcast.

(DISCLAIMER: I love everyone in this podcast, so please do not take this as me trashing any one character. Me being critical of a character's actions =/= hatred for that character)

So, anyone who knows anything about the plot of Camp Here and There will know that one of the major themes is the struggle for autonomy, which is mainly explored through Sydney's point of view. He has very little control over his own life, and others constantly make choices for him that he should be able to make. One important thing to understand is that both Elijah and Jedidiah have contributed to taking that control away from him in different forms. Both of them are also manipulative. It is important to understand that regardless of their intent or how they may feel toward Sydney, the way they both treat him is not okay.

And yes, Jedidiah is included in this because he continually gaslights Sydney about his fears and emotions. Yes, it's true that he struggles with psychosis and hallucinations but in light of that information, invalidating his feelings about a scary situation is even worse in that case. Oftentimes, in cases of those with psychosis, giving someone a "reality check" is NOT what they need, and it's better to go along with it and validate their emotions, but he did not do that for him and worsened it by taking away his support. Furthermore... Sydney didn't actually WANT him to save him from TEM, he just wanted him to listen to him. We hear him state this when he says "I don't want to be safe, I want you to care about me." So, even if Jeddie does have Sydney's best interests at heart, he has been manipulating him and making him feel worse.

Another important thing to understand is that Sydney is lonely. He's not friends with many of his co counselors, and for the most part, the only people (aside from Jeddie and Marisol) who seem to really like him are the kids, and he can't rely on them for obvious reasons. He stays at camp year round, and only sees people other than Lucille for THREE MONTHS in the entire year, and even during that time, those closest to him (COUGHJedidiahCOUGH) don't spend much time with him. Since computers don't work there, and Lucille is the only one with a cell phone, he probably doesn't even have the solace of the internet. Imagine, for a second, just how hard it would be to not have anyone around other than LUCILLE to talk to for 9 months in a year, and then even during those three months of summer camp, barely anyone else spends time with you. I would simply pass away myself, but that is a topic for another day.

This may seem really off topic, but bear with me. Have you ever heard of the concept of a "fuck-it" expense? If not, the concept is basically that poor people often see no point in saving their money for larger expenses, such as houses, because they feel as though they'll never be able to buy one anyway in our current economy. Instead, they spend their money on coffee, or expensive food, or nice clothing, or movies and games, and really anything that just makes them happy in a miserable capitalist hellscape where you're overworked and starving. It's the idea that if you can't have happiness in the long term, that you at least want to find something that makes you feel good for a little while, even if it could hurt you later.

What does this have to do with Camp Here and There, you may ask? Well, simply put: Elijah is a fuck-it expense to Sydney. Think about it. No matter who he sides with here, he doesn't get to keep his autonomy. No matter who he chooses, he's going to be manipulated. In fact, he states something similar in The Goo of Friendship: "...I don’t do anything in my terms… Urgh! I would be so much happier if I could just accept that…"

But as of right now, Elijah is offering certain things to him that Jedidiah isn't: he's offering not only answers to all of the questions he's had from the beginning, but also his attention and... affection (which I refuse to call love, because I don't think Elijah actually knows how love works but that's a different discussion). And really... if you HAD to choose between two manipulative boys... wouldn't you rather choose the one who says he'll help you get answers? Who says that your feelings are valid and that everyone who leaves you feeling hurt is stupid? Who promises affection, and love? Especially when the other option can't even bring himself to validate your emotions or spend time with you. Yes, it's manipulative, but from Sydney's perspective, he's miserable and lonely and wants something to make him feel better, even if it will hurt later. And Sydney DOES, I think, realize it will hurt later, which makes him feel confused... but at this point he really can't help himself. As Jedidiah said himself, he's reacting to untenable circumstances.

Now, I hear you saying "Emil! Are you really telling me that Elijah is GOOD and that Sydney's making a good choice?!" to which I say: Hell no, what the fuck? Of course he's not making a good choice, but that's because there ARE no good choices in this situation. What I'm saying is that we all need to cut him a bit of slack-- and calm down. Sydney isn't stupid or easily manipulated, and to suggest so is a disservice to his character. He's flawed, yes, he's vindictive and petty and doesn't know when to take no for an answer, and definitely tells the kids too much, but he's not STUPID. He's a smart man in a bad situation who's doing the best he can while hurting.

TL;DR: When given a choice between two manipulative men, it makes sense that Syd would side with the one who at least tells him he's pretty. Don't sell the guy short.

[everyonesomething]

Session 23d

Grim: "I'm gettin' real sick of your crap, Ozu."

Edith Runekill: "What kinda farm?"

Capridi turns to grim, "Hey, I didn't choose the circus life. The circus life chose me."

Pepper: "How do you move a movie theatre?" she puzzles at the sky.

Malkas: "Huh."

Pepper: "Is that why they call 'em movies."

Capridi: "Yeah, what pepper said"

Grim: "You chose a life've bullshit and shruggin' off consequences is what."

Capridi: "And is that really such a crime?"

Grim: "I don't take kindly to bein' lied to, an' I don't see as you've ever given us word one to trust."

Sydney Gaydos KNOWS. KNOWS but she'll be nice and nod along to the story.

In this session, it’s Cap’s turn in the spotlight.

The set-up: Three stories down, three to go!

The Game: With Syd’s story done, attention naturally shifts to the other dragonborn in the party.

Edith Runekill: "It's one thing to try to do good, it's another to be able to actually... navigate that."

Grim: "Tryin's more'n some ever get around to." Grim is looking at Cap again.

Sydney Gaydos: "Also that. Gaydos assumes she was "lucky" in getting some police officers who were rather.. small and a bit more easily swayed." She BEAMS at all the praise. "Gaydos thanks you for the kind words, and hopes her actions continue to speak for herself."

Capridi isn't paying attention to Grim, the fire is too captivating

Pepper: "Nancyyyyyyyyyyy, Grim's talking to yooooooooou."

Capridi forgot who the hell Nancy is

Pepper is more alcohol than elf at the moment.

Edith Runekill: "Nancy?"

"Oh, right."

Capridi: "who?"

Edith Runekill: "You introduced yourself as 'Nancy Drow' for some reason...?"

Hiram: "You doin' okay there, scruff?" Hiram eyes Cap

Capridi shrugs "probably"

Capridi looks up at Hiram "yer not lookin' so trim yourself"

Hiram cracks a grin

Hiram: "Ain't that the truth."

Grim lights a cigarette, staring at Cap

Grim: "How 'bout you tell us a li'l somethin' about yourself, now."

"Nancy."

"Reckon it ain't before time."

Pepper: "Don' make fun of Hiram, I like him," she frowns. This is clearly a convincing argument to her.

Capridi: "I was a traveling circus performer caught up in a pyramid scheme. Those were younger days. You do whatever you can to make money for the family back on the farm. The jerks on top decided to pin it all on me, me... being a dumb kid who didn't know shit. So I had to run from my job at the traveling movie theater and then I ended up in a library aaaaand then you guys found me. Pretty cut and dry."

Pepper, Mal, and Edith accept this at face value but Grim and Sydney aren’t fooled. Grim’s had enough.

Grim: "It's bullshit, Runekill, like everything out've this one's mouth."

Pepper starts to sense this conversation's taking a bit of a swerve. She looks up at Grim, very confused.

Capridi throws up her hands "What the hell do you want? My birth certificate?"

Edith Runekill: "We wouldn't have wound up here, doing this, if we didn't each and every one of us walk a strange path to get here."

Pepper: "I took a boat," Pepper adds, helpfully unhelpful.

Grim: "I want to know you ain't about to turn around and put everythin' to waste the day it suits you, Ozu."

Capridi is hardly what you call sober but she knows what Grim is wanting from her "Fiiiine, what do I gotta do to prove to you that I won't murder you in elaborate ways in your sleep like some sort of vaudeville bad guy?"

Capridi: "I mean, if I wanted to murder all of you, I'd be more willing to tag along. Instead I got a gun pointed to my face if I don't take up the job."

Grim: "You can start by cuttin' the horseshit. If you got nothin' honest to say, say nothin'."

Edith Runekill looks unsure of this. "Cap's saved our lives a whole bunch of times by now..."

Malkas: "Cap, if you tell us like, a truthful story, I'll give ya... Forty gold."

Hey, that’s a good deal. Everyone else was doing it for free.

Edith does her best to defend Cap, pointing out all the times she’s healed up the group. Grim says they still don’t even know who she is beyond a few healing spells and she doesn’t like the idea of owing anything to a criminal who’s done nothing but lie to them.

Capridi is getting annoyed, "bitch, we all gotta do what we need to survive. In this case, I gotta survive a gun toting lunatic with a hair trigger. Who knows what'll set you off? Crime or no crime."

Grim: "Or 'less you'll do just about anything to stay alive."

Pepper: "Hey don't. C'mon now. Don't." She's trying to sit up. "This isn' about Grim." It's not clear who she's talking to.

Grim: "Go fuck yourself, lamb chop."

Capridi: "Wow, sheep joke. Haven't heard that one before, hillbilly."

Edith Runekill: "Grim..."

Hiram: "Girl." Hiram looks at Grim and grabs her arm as she lurches to her feet.

Edith Runekill looks Worried

Hiram: "Get on down and clean up the pans. And cool your head down in the creek if you got half the sense."

Grim glowers at Cap, then at Hiram, then growls and snatches up the pan to go do as she's told

Capridi: "yeah, listen to your dad."

Hiram looks at Capridi

Hiram: "You. Tread careful."

Sydney Gaydos carefully moves Pepper Away from the fire as she's sitting up.

Capridi is deadpan, slow sarcastic jazz hands

Hiram guesses correctly that Cap and Grim haven’t gotten along the whole trip. Cap tells him that no, they didn’t, she finds it hard to move on from being shot. He tells her it probably wasn’t anything personal, but it’s hard not to take being shot personally. She relents, though, and tells a story.

Capridi sighs "If you guys want a story, I'll give you one. But don't cry to me if you get bored."

Sydney Gaydos claps her hands together. "Gaydos will listen with rapt attention!"

Pepper WON'T. She folds her arms and looks away down to where Grim went.

Capridi: "I'm more or less a drifter. I stopped in one town, brightlake, or something. I stepped into a bar, a kinda seedier part of town. After a few comments about livestock, one guy needed a prescription for a five finger sandwich."

"Haha, get it, i punched a dude"

"Anyway, these drama queens had to start a bar fight. Next thing I know the paddy wagon is heading our way and I duck out the back through the window in the rest room. Well, more like the wall? Those windows are small even for you humans. Hardly accommodating but I guess that keeps people from skipping out on their tabs."

"I lost the feds and stumbled into the brush. Next thing I know, I'm locked in a library for like two weeks. The books that weren't magic traps full of dragons or whatever weren't even that interesting to read."

"I built a fort, carved my name into a bookshelf, you know, stave off boredom."

"And then you guys show up, there's a dragon, and Grim shoots me."

Edith Runekill: "I'm... I'm sure you could'a found something interesting to read in Candlekeep."

"They got a lot there."

Capridi: "what, reference books? Cookbooks? Academic texts? Yeah, real fun"

Pepper: "[Elvish] Fort Asshole," she says, a bit late.

Pepper is mumbling mostly to herself.

Edith Runekill: "The length and breadth of world culture and knowledge! The cumulative scholarship of an age! Lost texts unknown to the outside world on every shelf!"

Capridi: "THERE WEREN'T EVEN ANY PICTURES"

Hiram: "Books is overrated."

Capridi: "Right?"

Hiram puffs on his pipe

Edith Runekill looks bummed about that.

Hiram: "Burn too easy for holdin' real important stuff."

Edith Runekill: "I was real careful! I didn't prepare any fire spells the day we went in."

Malkas passes two twenty-gold notes to Capridi.

Capridi pockets the notes.

Capridi sinks against the log, and stares into the fire once more.

Look at that, progress and profit. What a good evening everyone's having.

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[ryanlockheart]

sydney's green eyes peered up at the younger male, looking at him with nothing but pure adoration. maddox had stormed into his world, and all it took was a cocky grin and some filthy words exchanged to have sydney down on his knees. hook, line, and sinker. "yes, daddy. it's about them. they're gonna be so shocked at how well i fuckin' take their cocks, how i clean their feet, how i swallow down their piss like it's nothing," sydney answered with a smirk. he could tell that maddox wanted it just as badly as he did. he was worried that it would be too much for maddox, but sydney had quickly learned that he'd underestimated maddox. the freshman was just as filthy as he was, and sydney loved it. he wanted maddox to push him to his limits, to shatter his comfort zone, to leave him shaking in the wake of the aftermath of each escapade. "you're gonna be so proud of me, daddy... worshipping all those sweaty feet, taking all those fat cocks in my tight little cunt, gooning for all your friends. i'd probably piss all over myself, wouldn't be able to help. 'd be fuckin' pathetic, but i bet you all would love it, seeing me so fucking slutty," sydney breathed out. "i wanna do it because we both wanna do it. i wanna be your little whore, and i want you to slut me out to your team. i wanna take all of those cocks and clean all those sweaty feet and pits... i want all your teammates to fucking wreck me, and i want you to encourage it. i want you to egg them on and to push me harder. i wanna be so good, they beg you to bring me back to use me as their little pocketpussy." his face was bright red, all of the heat in his body going straight to his face. he'd never felt so alive, and it was all thanks to maddox. he knew how to make him feel like an absolute princess, blessed with all the luck in the world, but, at the same time, a filthy whore who was meant to do nothing more than service maddox and his friends' cocks. "that's exactly what i want. i wanna be so full of piss and cock and cum that i don't know what to do with myself. i want to feel you pissing in me while your two friends stretch me out a-and another two have their filthy feet on my face. i'd be cumming in no time," sydney rambled on. once he got started, he never slowed down. "oh, god, daddy... they'd love 'em. just wait. you get them all riled up and wearing those for a week or so, and i'll be the best gooner slut you've ever seen. i'll make sure every last one of them cums on my feet, and i'll use it as lube for the next cock. and when it's all done, i'll clean 'em myself while you fuck me so hard i piss all over the place. and i want you to record it. i want you to post it online. i want everyone to see how good a slut i am for you and your boys," the raven-haired boy went on eagerly. his heart was racing and pounding against his ribcage. sydney loved it, and he knew that effect was all maddox. maddox was a keeper, no doubt about it. "i need it, daddy. i wanna be your everything. i wanna be your footslut, your cumdump you pimp out to your friends, your good girl, your princess, your li'l housewife. i can be it all," sydney promised. "i'll cook you dinner and be your arm candy to parties and take care of you. i'll let you dress me up however you want... and at the end of the night, you'll come home and you'll fuck me so hard we just about break the bed." there was a true connection between them, one that went beyond merely physical attraction. he wanted to belong to maddox in every way he could — body, mind, and soul. "no one could ever touch me like you do. i mean, i've only gotten to suck you off, but i could've came right then and there... no one's done that before," sydney explained. "guess they should've treated my daddy better if they wanted a piece of me. now, they'll never get it. fuckin' losers. they'll be so jealous, watching me be a slut for you."

"that's 'cause i was! i was waiting on you to just snap and bend me over in front of everyone," sydney admitted. "and when you didn't, i'd go back to my room and fuck myself silly on a dildo. i'd pretend it was you, and then i'd take off my socks and sniff them like they were yours... and i'd cum so quick. but it was never enough. it never scratched my itch... i needed you." there would be no doubt that sydney craved maddox this whole time. he didn't play it cool or act hard to get. that got you nowhere, he reasoned. he tried to contain himself and flirt, but it was to no avail. the dam had finally broken, and he had to have maddox. nothing would be good enough unless it was maddox pounding his tight cunt all night. "that's exactly what i want. we'll make a fucking scene wherever we go. you're mine, and i'm yours. everybody's gonna know it," sydney hummed. the halloween party was just the first step. all of his frat brothers would get the message, that maddox owned him — and that he deserved respect. before he knew, he was surrounded by the lanky guys, cocks in hand. he breathed in, and all he could describe the musk as was pure masculinity. from maddox and benji's sweaty feet to their low-hanging balls, it stirred something in sydney. his cock was aching to be touched, but he ignored it. he'd get his relief soon enough. "howdy, boys," sydney said with a smirk on his face. he was still far too occupied with benji and maddox to get a really good look at them all. he could just sense their presence — and breathe it in. as maddox laid down the ground rules, sydney nodded. "daddy, pick the biggest cock and let them fuck my face while i fuck your feet... please," he begged, putting those puppy dog eyes to good use. "fuckin' go live for all i care. i'll just be your little pocketpussy, gooning too hard to care," sydney encouraged him. his tongue was quickly on those sweaty feet again. long, languid stripes of his saliva were left from heel to toe over and over again. their feet were practically dripping his drool by the time he was good and ready to slot his cock between their feet. he looked up at benji, from his spot down on the carpeted floor. "benji," sydney started, letting his tongue slide across his toes. "i think you should let me take those big feet and fuck them. d'y'know how hot that'd be?" he was feigning innocence to the best of his ability — and sydney had perfected that long ago to get out of trouble so he knew it worked. "you're fuckin' hot, y'know that? 's why my daddy picked you out. he knew you'd put this little senior slut to good use. it was so fuckin' hot when you pissed all over me... and then you came all over my face. if you let me fuck your feet, i'll make sure you get to bust another nut... and i'll let you pick where, long as my daddy says it's okay," sydney went on. "so, please, benji, lemme be a good gooner slut for you and my daddy. i wanna cover your feet in my cum." if the crowd hadn't been intrigued before, they certainly were now. all of the familiar faces in the frat were there — clearly jealous but too turned on to look away. sydney finally turned to face them all. the camera flashes burned in his eyes, but it didn't deter him at all. "maddox's right, y'know? your little dicks would never make me goon like he does," sydney boasted. "i know you've all been fuckin' drooling over me like dogs, but too bad. you should've treated my daddy better. he owns this tight pussy, and he gets to decide who uses it. i doubt he'd even let you touch me if you begged and apologized... and if you think this is hot, just wait. he's gonna show you all how a real man fucks a fuckin' pussy. maybe you can learn a few things." his attention shifted back to the younger men. his green eyes found maddox's brown eyes, desperate to know that he'd done a good job, to hear the validation of the man he was crazy about on his own ears.

"you're right, princess — it is always about me," maddox asserted, brow cocked ever so slightly. "but when daddy brings his friends around, or when he treats the team to your tight little cunt, it's about them too. i already know that you'll pull out all of your best tricks for my boys, but if you want me to let you get pounded by them again and again, you better treat them right." he absolutely intended to bring their sordid fantasy to life, but not without setting the ground rules. thankfully, sydney seemed completely dedicated to following every rule he set into place — no matter how filthy or degrading it turned out to be. "sounds like you know your place, princess. i can't wait to show you off, to see that tight cunt spread out on all those cocks... i know you won't stop 'til you're so fucked out that your eyes are crossed and you're drooling all over yourself," he said with a sly grin. "god, princess. pretty soon you're gonna be the team's favorite gooner whore — getting fucked within an inch of your goddamn life every time we win a game or need to blow off steam after practice. tell me something, baby... are you doing this because it's what i want, or because it's what you want? i think i already know the answer, but i want to hear it from your lips." maddox could see the anticipation in sydney's sparkling eyes, could hear the desperation in his tone — he knew that getting passed around by a group of sweaty jocks was something he'd likely dreamt of before, something that popped into his head regularly as he fucked himself silly on a plastic cock. but simply knowing wasn't good enough for him; he wanted to hear it from the whore's mouth. "fuck, baby — you want daddy to fill you up with piss while my boys breed you one by one? that little cunt's gonna be so full," maddox groaned. "my boys are gonna love your feet just as much as i do, but once you get those soles on their cocks... they're gonna be addicted, princess. i'm gonna have to set up a day where we all goon out together, using nothing but our rank feet and sweaty pits to get off. you wouldn't even know how to control yourself, would you? i'd tell the entire team to wear the same pair of socks the whole week, and then i'd invite you in there and just let you go wild." he never imagined his first time with sydney would be so filthy, but he was quickly learning to expect the unexpected with the older boy. he was doing anything in his power to drive sydney crazy, to leave him desperate and clinging to every word that left his lips. "you're all mine, babygirl. i'm gonna use that little cunt until you can't go a day without feeling my cock in your stomach, i'm gonna worship those feet every single day and it won't matter who watches. you're gonna be my little cumdump, my footslut, my pass-around whore to slut out whenever i want," he promised. "but you know what? you're gonna be my princess, too. gonna give you everything you want — i'll be your man, your daddy. everything you could ever ask for, you're gonna find it in me, baby." it wouldn't be nearly enough for maddox to only have sydney sexually. he needed to have sydney all to himself — to have his beautiful face nestled in the crook of his neck as they slept, to take him out on romantic dates and prove that he could be more than some little fling. surely, he would prove that to sydney in time, if he hadn't already. "they'll regret it once they realize they'll never get to touch you the way i do," maddox aid with a smirk. "i'm sure they've waited by for years to get to fuck you. they probably couldn't wait for you to get drunk enough to give one of them a chance, and yet here you are... giving it all up to the little freshman they can't stand. it's kinda funny, when you think about it."

"you have no idea how long i've been waiting, do you? that ass, and those feet, have been on my mind since the day i met you. you don't exactly make it easy, either — walking around in tight little shorts and socks all the time, practically begging someone to bend you over and fuck a load into you," maddox said with a small chuckle. he'd already made a mess of sydney, and yet he'd never seen anything more beautiful. those messy curls, rosy cheeks, and pleading eyes were going to be on replay in his head for weeks to come, whenever sydney wasn't around and all he had was the memory. "if that's what you want, then that's what you'll get. i'll have you on your knees in a bathroom stall, bent over bend a tree, or spread out on the middle of the quad. there won't be a student here that doesn't know that sydney greene belongs to me — i'll make sure of it," he promised. maddox could tell that the older boy was loving every second of this, on his knees before two freshmen while all the seniors watched on. this was only the beginning, and they already had everyone's attention — he could only imagine what would happen once they reached the finale. "you hear that, boys? sydney's gonna properly apologize for his douchebag friends, so come in closer. get your cocks out — if you haven't already — and surround him, 'til he can fucking smell your sweaty nuts around his face. i'm not kidding." before maddox knew it, there was a group of freshmen standing behind sydney, their jeans pooled around their ankles as they stroked their hard cocks to the scene playing out in front of them. "you have daddy's permission to do whatever you want with them, princess — but not before you bust a load on mine and benji's feet. if you wanna suck on one of those big cock's while you do it, that's up to you... but benji and i are your focus for now, okay? no more piss, ass, or feet until you've done what daddy told you to do." honestly, maddox had no clue what he was doing — but he followed sydney's lead without question, gathering his friends for even more debauchery and filth. his cock twitched between his thighs, just seeing sydney in the middle of so many guys that would have loved nothing more than to pound him 'til his screams echoed through the house. "absolutely, princess... it'll be so hot watching you suck on some random fucker's socks while daddy knocks you up. i'll probably post a pic on my story, or maybe a video," he smirked. as sydney worshipped their feet, it was like everyone else around them had faded away — the older boy was in gooner mode, huffing and licking at their soles like he'd never had anything better. benji's eyes were screwed shut, head leaning against the sofa as he was taken to another world. "you can fuck them whenever you want, angel... but why don't you beg benji a little, first? he seems a little nervous, don't you think? maybe he could use a bit of encouragement," maddox said with a knowing smirk. he knew that benji needed no convincing, but he wanted to bring the younger boy out of his shell a little bit. "f-fuck, that feels so good," benji whimpered as sydney licked along his sweaty soles, toes curling in pleasure. maddox's lips were parted slightly, eyes transfixed on sydney in all his glory — he'd never seen anything so filthy, and yet he still wanted more. he didn't want to stop until sydney could barely speak, 'til he was shooting blanks and covered in the loads of every freshman in the room. "that's right, princess... why don't you turn around and tell all your friends how addicted to freshman feet you are? tell them that they couldn't get you off no matter how hard they tried, now that you've committed yourself to being a fucking freshman's pocket pussy," maddox ordered, glancing at the other seniors who watched them eagerly. "do that, and daddy's got a special surprise for you. and trust me — you're gonna love daddy's surprises."

[papermoonloveslucy]

Lucy and Tennessee Ernie Ford

S5;E21 ~ February 27, 1967

Synopsis

Mr. Mooney is in danger of losing his job if he doesn't bring in some big depositors. When Lucy hears that wealthy country music star Homer Higgins (Tennessee Ernie Ford) is in town, she gives him a ‘down home’ welcome in order to get his business.  

Regular Cast

Lucille Ball (Lucy Carmichael), Gale Gordon (Theodore ‘Josh’ Mooney), Roy Roberts (Mr. Cheever)

Mary Jane Croft (Mary Jane Lewis) does not appear in this episode.

Guest Cast

Tennessee Ernie Ford (Homer Higgins) was the first and only celebrity to make three guest star appearances (playing a variation on himself) on “I Love Lucy.”  A popular country singer of the 1950s, this was his first credited ‘acting’ job, before his big hit with the song “Sixteen Tons” in 1955. Ford was first mentioned on season 1 of "I Love Lucy” in “Lucy Writes a Play” (ILL S1;E17), when playwright Lucy mistakenly dubs herself the next Tennessee Ernie, instead of Tennessee Williams. 

Ford went on to make alliterative appearances on "Here’s Lucy” (as Ernie Epperson), on "The Red Skelton Show” (as Loser Lumpkin), and the Desilu-produced "Make Room For Daddy” (as Kentucky Cal). He died in 1991.

Homer Higgins is said to be the nation's number one country singer. He has moved to California and is staying at the Palm Garden Hotel. His annual income exceeds five million dollars.

Carole Cook (Effie Higgins) played Thelma Green on the series when it was set in Danfield. She was a protege of Lucille Ball’s during the Desilu Playhouse years. Although born as Mildred Cook, Ball suggested she take the name Carole, in honor of Lucy’s great friend, Carole Lombard. Cook also went on to appear in five episodes of “Here’s Lucy.”

Effie is married to Homer.  

Robert Easton (Iffie) was usually cast as the dopey country bumpkin. He was a popular actor and dialogue coach in over 200 film and TV projects. This is his only appearance with Lucille Ball.

Iffie is Effie's older brother, so named because “if he” was a girl, they would have named him Effie.

William O'Connell (Hotel Manager) makes his only appearance with Lucille Ball.

Joan Swift (Dottie) makes the third of her six appearances on the series. Swift also did two episodes of “Here’s Lucy.” Her final screen credit was 1975’s “Lucy Gets Lucky” with Lucille Ball and Dean Martin.

Like Lucy, Dottie is a secretary at the Westland Bank.

The Back Porch Majority (Themselves) was a folk music group founded by Randy Sparks in 1963. It was intended to be a rehearsal space for The New Christy Minstrels, another group Sparks had established in 1961, but it ended up becoming successful on its own. The group released six albums and was chosen to provide entertainment at the White House in 1965. The group returned to back up Ernie Ford on a 1969 episode of “Here's Lucy.”

Bert May (Solo Dancer) made his screen debut in Ziegfeld Follies (1945) which also starred Lucille Ball. He danced in such film musicals as Kismet (1955), Li'l Abner (1959), The Music Man (1962), Bye Bye Birdie (1963), Finian's Rainbow (1968), and Hello Dolly (1969).  

May makes a big entrance into the square dance through the bank's double doors.

Sid Gould (Bellboy, uncredited) made more than 45 appearances on “The Lucy Show,” all as background characters. He also did 40 episodes of “Here’s Lucy.” Gould (born Sydney Greenfader) was Lucille Ball’s cousin by marriage to Gary Morton.

Roy Rowan (Radio Announcer, uncredited) was the off-camera announcer for every episode of “I Love Lucy” as well as “The Lucy Show” and “Here’s Lucy.” He was also the voice heard when TV or radio programs were featured on the plot of all three shows. He made a couple of on screen appearances as well.

The other square dancers at the bank hoedown are uncredited.

The episode was filmed on January 26, 1967.

This is director Maury Thompson's last time working with Lucille Ball, and the final episode filmed for season five. Thompson wanted a raise and when the word leaked out while he was on vacation, Lucille Ball decided to fire him. The season finale, “Lucy Meets Sheldon Leonard” (S5;E22) was filmed before this episode and aired out of sequence.

The very athletic dance sequence that ends the episode was staged by choreographer Jack Baker. Marl Young, who worked on both this series as well as “Here’s Lucy” wrote original square dance music especially for the show. 

This episode, like all but one from season five, and eight others from other seasons, have fallen out of copyright protection and into public domain. The result is that they have been sold on low-cost and low-quality home videos. 

On the evening this episode first aired (February 27, 1967) Keith Andes, who had played Lucy's boyfriend Bill King as well as appearing opposite Lucille Ball on Broadway in Wildcat, appeared on “The Andy Griffith Show” which followed “The Lucy Show” on CBS and was filmed at Desilu Studios. This same night, “Lucy's” lead in “Mr. Terrific” aired an episode about boxing, which was the subject of the previous week's “Lucy Show.”  

Lucy passes Mr. Mooney off as 'Josh' a good old country boy and says that back in Cedar Creek County, Mrs. Mooney was a champion hog caller, which is how she 'won' Mr. Mooney.  

Homer and his family are staying at the (fictional) Palm Garden Hotel penthouse. The Manager says “On a clear day you can see Catalina.”  This same claim was made about the Cucamonga high rise apartment in “Lucy Helps the Countess” (S4;E8). It is highly unlikely (even on a smog-free day) to be able to see Catalina from Hollywood, which is nearly sixty miles away.  Although there is currently a Palm Garden Hotel in Thousand Oaks, California, it was not built until the 1970s. The writers created the name to sound upscale.

Homer describes Lucy (in song) as “a pink haired gal.” His brother-in-law Iffie says she has hair the color of orange juice!  

When Homer and his family walk into the palatial penthouse, “The Lucy Show” feels very much like an episode of “The Beverly Hillbillies,” also seen on CBS. 

Roy Roberts (Bank President Mr. Cheever) did six episodes of "The Beverly Hillbillies” as Bank President John Cushing, a rival of banker Mr. Drysdale. It is very likely that “The Lucy Show” cast Roberts as the much-anticipated Mr. Cheever after seeing him play Cushing. Robert Easton (Iffie) appeared in both the TV series and the 1993 film adaptation of “The Beverly Hillbillies.”  

Homer says “a clear day in Los Angeles”  is a pretty rare sight! This gets a loud round of applause from the studio audience. The remarks refers to LA's smog problem. In January 1967, around the time this episode was filmed, Time Magazine devoted its cover story to air pollution with a photo of a smoggy Los Angeles front and center.

The song Homer sings at the bank hoe-down is titled “Ladies Auxiliary Barn Dance Saturday Night” which was released on the 1965 album “Meet the Back Porch Majority”. 

Callbacks!

Lucy's trusty transistor radio, seen in several previous episodes, makes yet another appearance.  

Passing herself off as Mrs. Mooney, Lucy dresses as a ‘kissin’ cousin’ of the gap-toothed hillbilly she played in the very first-aired episode of “I Love Lucy,” “The Girls Want to Go to a Nightclub” (ILL S1;E1) back in 1951.

“Tennessee Bound” (ILL S4;E14), the third appearance of 'Cousin' Ernie on “I Love Lucy” also features a square dance with Ernie Ford as the caller. This time around, Lucy is the caller.  

Fast Forward!

In November 1968, Lucille Ball appeared on “The Tennessee Ernie Ford Special” where she also blacked out her teeth for comic effect. 

Ernie Ford and The Back Porch Majority will also appear on “Here’s Lucy” in 1969.

An image from this episode was used in the photo montage on the restored DVD Season 5 box cover. 

Blooper Alerts!

Ground Plan! Lucy's desk now seems to be in the bank lobby instead of in Mr. Mooney's office. The lobby has been remodeled once again, doubtless to accommodate the hoedown scene.  

Where the Floor Ends / Shut the Door! In a long shot of the penthouse, the camera reveals where the edge of the wall-to-wall carpeting meets the cement soundstage floor. Ernie forgets to shut the front door completely after admitting Lucy and ‘Josh’ (Mr. Mooney). After the scene is over and Lucy and ‘Josh’ are about to leave, perfectionist Lucille Ball actually shuts the door first, before opening it to leave!  

“Lucy and Tennessee Ernie Ford” rates 4 Paper Hearts out of 5

[dead-petey-au]

Some of the icons that I redrew for the rewrite + just general fun

Please reblog my art instead of just liking it.

[slightlyf0xed]

And now, my (very restrained really) #bookhaul including three new books, a tiny niffler JUST LOOK AT HOW CUTE AND TINY HE IS ahem and a li'l Hermione’s wand. A really, really fun day! 🦊 I held back on my buying because I’m visiting Sydney, which means there’s only so much room in my carry-on-only luggage and like an IDIOT I also have need of clothes and stuff?? I’m going to work on that so when I travel again it’ll be books, books and nothing but the books. 🦊 #bookshops #newbooks

[ask-the-dps]

Spencer: Did you plan your story entirely from start to finish or did you plan some parts and go from there?

Thank you for asking this! I really love when asks are directed towards me :- )

Originally, back in May of 2023, I just knew I wanted to start off with a scene from For Whom The Ball Rolls and maybe branch off from there. I didn't fully have a book plot, just a few ideas.

Eventually, I made a short chapter-base for the story:

^(these are very old, I made them in June if I remember correctly.)

As you see, much is different from it. Mascot was only supposed to be in chapter nine, and chapters 11 and twelve were supposed to be just one chapter. I never had a full story, and even now I am thinking of things i could have added or altered or completely gotten rid of. I don't believe that'll fully go away, but it's good to see I notice mistakes, making it known that I am improving.

When I finished a chapter, I would almost immediately make a Google Doc for the basis/storyboard for the next one. I considered these technical drafts/storyboarding, just to get my full ideas out and plan it all before writing.

But, for Book 2, I was almost completely lost. I had a basic idea, but there was no ending. I just knew I wanted Petey to come back and Li'l Sydney to be aged up.

Originally, a side plot would be about Mascot and Peter falling in love, or at least trying to confess to each other. But, I decided it would have been impractical and not fitting with the story.

Instead of chapter concepts and storyboards, I had started writing my ideas down in a Samsung note, until that became the ENTIRE story outline.

As I said before, I hadn't even thought of an ending to Book 2 when I had started writing it. I had to put the story on short hiatus back in Janurary, and I was really discouraged. But I actually had a dream about the ending, and from that dream I finally had an idea.

Another note is that there was originally going to be a 3rd book: Past.

That's why the first one is "Present" and the second one is "Future." There were going to be 3: Past, Present, and Future.

But, chapter 5 had already taken that role, and I didn't want to fully delve into Sydney and Peter's past. It will never be fully discovered or fully remembered.

Basically, to answer your question- I hadn't fully thought of the story when writing, it just sorta came to me while listening to songs or dreaming in my sleep. Yay!

Sorry if this seems like too much information, I just really like raking asks directed towards me, and I love responding with loads of information. #autism ^_^

[scarletstarkthings]

World-famous Sydney fireworks and the best place to see it

Celebrating New Year's Eve in Sydney is, beyond question, a unique experience! With the tremendous 9pm and 12am Sydney New Year Fireworks setting up a remarkable show and painting the sky with dynamic hues, everybody's assembled to praise the year's end and the beginning of something new. With more than 1 million individuals accumulated to watch the Sydney New Year Fireworks, a New Year's Eve journey along Sydney Harbour is without a doubt the most ideal approach to get the show! With a bunch of harbour-driven scenes preparing for the merriments with epic New Year's Eve parties, it's not hard to get spoiled by decision.

 To find a decent spot to watch the evening's celebrations on Sydney Harbour may be inconvenient for visitors. With all the hustle and bustle during the occasion, people will miss out on some of the most dynamite shows on the harbour. Book a Sydney Harbour New Year's Eve cruises and enjoy premium food and drinks in all its luxury, in addition to the fact that you get to see the firecrackers in the entirety of their wonder, you will also get the opportunity to see famous Sydney Harbour tourist spots, like Opera House and Sydney Harbour Bridge! For those of you who feel like cruises may be unreasonably costly, these budget-friendly Sydney Harbour New Year’s Eve cruises prove it wrong. Cruises don't generally need to be on board luxurious million-dollar yachts, you see. These cruises while being all the more amicable to your pocket, don't settle on quality either.

 Other harbour spots

 Of all the places to visit for New Year's eve, Sydney holds an exceptional spot in the hearts of its visitors. The vibrant hues of fireworks above Sydney Harbour are acclaimed to such an extent that it's viewed world-renowned. Australia is famous for its festivals during NYE and it is the perfect spot to be for travelers and locals alike.  

The most basic way to see the firecrackers is to assemble along Sydney Harbour. Plan and book your spot in one of the viewing areas well ahead of time. Viewing zones shift from non-alcoholic to places where BYO drinks are permitted. Additionally, there are spots where you can choose to buy drinks! Picking the latter can be somewhat expensive.

Book a table at an outdoor setting! With numerous choices around the harbour, Opera House, Taronga Zoo and Barangaroo offer the best seats and views! Plan li'l early and you're certain to get a decent deal on any of these!

 With such a significant number of decisions, you're certain to discover one that resembles your taste and which comes under your budget. Choose the best and welcome the year ahead with some incredible memories!

The most ideal approach to see NYE fireworks is without question a Sydney Harbour New Year's Eve cruise that includes a dinner menu worth raving about. With premium beverages and uninterrupted firework views, it merits each penny spent!

[tantrovert-blog]

It's been a year since my last video (when I decided I was not musical and should put down my guitar). But it's 3am, X'mas day and I somehow stumbled upon this old grand piano in Sydney University (long story). So here's a li'l serendipitous jam before security kicks me out, just to say thanks for joining me on this little journey of mine. May you and yours have an amazing holiday season filled with joy and laughter. Merry X'mas! Much love, hugs and kisses. #TanMusiq (at The University of Sydney)