#not honky tonk badonkadonk though :(

[knightedpuppy]

save a horse ride a cowboy or whatever

[hornyhornyhimbos]

to the person who anonymously asked about cowboy!steve and reader's future, this fic is not that. the fic you asked for will be coming very soon 🫶🏻

"Honky-Tonk Badonkadonk" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: A certain cowboy and his girl start reminiscing, what with all the things they have planned for their new bar. But maybe, just maybe, they get a tiny bit sidetracked along the way.

Pairing: Bull Rider!Steve Harrington x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,674

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) 69-ing and wall sex, semi-protected piv sex (reader has an IUD but they don't use condoms), oral both!receiving, fingering f!receiving, cum swallowing, creampie, slightly public sex but not really, nicknames (princess, sweetheart, cowgirl; cowboy, daddy one time), multiple orgasms for both steve ans reader, mentions of squirting but it doesn't actually happen, explicit language, takes place in a bar, probably more because this is filthy as hell

Extra Notes: this took me so long for no good reason, i am so sorry y'all

Originally Written: 04/25/2023 - 05/12/2023; re-written 06/12/2023 - 06/13/2023

Beta Read By: @writer-in-theory (ilysm!!)

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You took one last look around what was once known as The Lucky Shot, nostalgia flowing through your veins.

The bar was finally starting to look like yours and Steve's, though you nearly shed a tear when he began to paint over the four-leaf clover mural you'd come to love. You were quite sad to see the old place go, but your heart warmed as you thought through all the new possibilities.

Only one piece remained from the old furniture, the little white sofa along the far wall, right next to where the dartboard previously hung. Steve had insisted on leaving it there for when the two of you needed breaks during your renovations, but thus far it had been abandoned.

As if on cue, Steve’s lips met your bare shoulder, placing a delicate peck beside the strap of your tank top. His hands settled on your hips, his voice exhausted and thick as he said, "Come on. Let's take a break."

You were inclined to argue with him. After all, the more work you did, the closer this bar was to being finished. Steve's fan base had been excited for an opening date ever since he'd announced the making of Harrington Brewing Co. Or whatever the two of you decided to name it.

You'd both gone back and forth on what to name the place ever since you'd signed the papers, but nothing had stuck yet. So, until then, you'd settled on Harrington Brewing Co.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, Steve guided you over to the couch, trailing kisses along any bare skin he could find. Sure, your fiancé always craved physical touch, but something about his gestures made you skeptical, wondering if he wanted those kisses to lead to more.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you down onto the leather sofa. He let out a content sigh as he kissed your hair, holding you as close as humanly possible. "Can't believe we have a place that's officially ours."

You let out a sigh of your own, a wide smile taking over your face. "I know," you replied, craning your head to face him. "And just think, in a couple months, we'll be signing the papers on our first house together."

Steve's thumb drew small figure eights across your stomach where your shirt had ridden up. "I can't believe you actually want to live with me until the day I die."

"Of course I do," you told him, planting your lips on his for a long overdue kiss. "It's not every day the world's sexiest cowboy asks you to marry him."

As silly as it sounded, it really was true. A national magazine had named Steve 'sexiest cowboy of the year' and you had yet to let him live it down. Any chance you got to mention it, you'd bring it up immediately. Once, when his best friend Dustin had called, you'd even answered the phone with, "You've reached the Harrington residence: home of the sexiest cowboy alive!"

He pulled you back in for another kiss, his hands planted firmly on your hips as he rolled you over. You knew this was the moment those little gestures had been leading up to, but for some reason, you couldn't force yourself to care. You just kept on kissing him.

You could feel his hard-on bump your thigh when his hips rutted, his hands moving to your ass as he rutted them a second time. You moaned as your own hips shifted, his length pressing against the front of your shorts.

"Baby," you said against his lips, "are you ready to call it a day? Head home?"

Steve's lips chased after yours, working your bottom lip between his teeth. He managed to shake his head as he pulled away. "No. I want to take you right here on this couch."

Your heart thumped so loud it made your ears ring. On the one hand, you'd always been kind of curious about public sex. On the other hand, you really couldn't tell if Steve was being serious. "Steve, anybody could-"

"Babe, it's not like anyone's gonna come in here. The place doesn't even have an 'Open For Business' sign. Besides, Harrington's Honky-Tonk isn't exactly in the town square."

You knew by the sharpness of his words that he was joking when he'd called the place by that name, but something about it felt exactly right. "That's it! That's what we'll name it. Harrington's Honky-Tonk."

"We are most definitely not naming it that, but if agreeing gets me one step closer to having my dick shoved inside you, I will gladly agree."

You rolled your eyes, your lips landing on his for a triumphant peck. "Thank you. Now, do that thing you were doing a minute ago."

His brows furrowed. "What?"

"Dirty talking and making me feel like the luckiest girl alive."

His hands gripped your waist, pushing you down against his hard-on. You gasped as he brushed against you, the friction of his jeans absolutely painful through the sheer material of your shorts. "You are the only one who has ever gotten me this hard, you know that?"

Of course you did, he reminded you every time you found yourself in a position like this. "Uh-huh," you managed, your breath caught in your throat.

"I think you should be the one to do something about it, yeah?"

You nodded, slowly moving your hand to the fastening of his jeans. His hand gripped around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. "No, no, not yet. I want you to cum first. Sit on my face, princess."

You cocked an eyebrow, your hands moving back to the button of his pants. "Who said we can't do both at the same time?"

"Shit," he chuckled, lifting his hips to help you pull his boxers and pants down. You didn't think Steve's cock could get any prettier, but something about the way the natural sunlight was shining around him on that couch… it had your mouth watering. "Have I ever told you I love you?"

You maneuvered yourself higher so you could remove your own bottoms. "A couple times," you smirked, moving to hover above him.

You slowly lowered yourself onto his mouth, his tongue immediately going to work. His hands met your hips, helping you find a steady rhythm against his mouth.

His tongue lapped at your hole, and you were already feeling weak. A sigh left your parted lips as you lowered your mouth onto his cock, your lips fitting around the head like the perfect puzzle piece.

He moaned against your clit, the vibration only pushing you further toward the edge. He left kitten licks in all the places you needed them, eliciting a whine from your lips that was silenced by his cock.

Steve lifted your hips, his mouth parting from your cunt. Your body ached with need, and you nearly pouted around his cock when he removed his mouth. "I meant what I said." He paused in between sentences to kiss your core. "I want you to cum first."

"Well, cowboy," you said, traveling one of your hands down to his balls, squeezing them in the way you knew he loved. "We'll just have to see about that."

The further into your relationship you got, the more of a competition it was to make each other cum. Whether that be you making Steve cum the hardest or him making you cum more than him, the two of you seemed to have a little competition going. Not that you were complaining. He'd made you squirt three times in one night just last week. Who were you to say anything?

His tongue plunged in and out of your hole, creating the perfect pace. You moaned pornographically around his length, your hand squeezing at his heavy balls. Your hips rolled against his face, no doubt soaking the mustache he'd been growing out. This was by no means the first time he'd eaten you out with a mustache, yet somehow, the sensation got even better every time it happened.

Your hips rutted time and time again, chasing down your high. He worked his tongue in heavenly figure eights, drinking up every drop your body had to offer him. Want filled your entire body, burning in your fingertips and curling your toes. You forced the rest of his length into your mouth, coming apart as you whimpered around it. Your cunt fluttered on his tongue, Steve's hips canting in response. Nothing got Steve off quicker than you cumming on his tongue. You knew his release was right behind yours.

He worked you through your orgasm, suckling softly on your clit and holding tight to your love handles. A muffled string of moans tumbled from your lips as you fucked your mouth with his cock, your hand fondling his tight balls. With one last thrust of your mouth, he came undone, his load shooting down your throat in warm spurts. You milked his cock, swallowing down everything his body would give you.

Your spent body fell flush on top of Steve, his dick still halfway hard as you held him in your hand. His chest rose and fell underneath you as he attempted to catch his breath. "Cowgirl, you find new ways to amaze me every day."

"You're not so bad yourself, Stevie." His cock twitched at the nickname. Your fingers traced circles around his thigh, a content sigh escaping your lips. "You ready to call it a day yet, cowboy?"

"Not yet," he answered. "There's one last thing we need to do before we leave. Up."

At his instruction, you pushed yourself off the couch, tugging your shorts back up. Steve wrapped his hand around yours, stopping your motions. "Who said it had anything to do with your clothes being on?"

Heat rushed through your cheeks as he stood and, in one swift motion, had your legs wrapped around his waist. He backed you up against the wall, the bricks digging into your skin but somehow managing to only aid your senses. His lips met your neck, nipping and sucking at the pulse point. One of his arms managed to hold your body up while the other moved in between your bodies, his thumb catching your clit in a round of intoxicating circles. Your lips fell into an open 'O' as noiseless gasps and moans fell out.

"God, you're so pretty," he whispered against the shell of your ear. "Can't believe I haven't done this yet."

Your brows pinched together in both confusion and pleasure. "D-Done what?" you managed to ask, words seeming utterly impossible as he worked at your core.

"Christened this bar with you," he answered. His lips all but attacked your neck again, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. One of his digits teased your entrance, and your hips canted against it.

You let out a moan, though confusion had fully taken over your face by this point. "Christened the bar?"

He nodded, licking over a newly purple spot on your neck. "We've owned this bar for a whole two weeks and we haven't fucked in here yet."

"Is that what you call this, Harrington?" you attempted to tease, but even you knew it was a pathetic attempt. Your voice bordered on strangled as you said, "Pretty sure fucking involves having something inside me."

His finger finally made its way inside your aching hole, the breath nearly being knocked out of your lungs. "Yeah? How's that, sweetheart?"

A string of moans tumbled off your tongue, your back arching against the bricks. "Oh, Steve," you sighed, your eyes screwing shut at the pleasure.

"Hey, baby, you think you can keep those pretty eyes open for me?" he asked, his tone sweet like he wasn't actively shoving a second finger inside you as he spoke. "Need you to see the only man who can make you feel this good."

You all but pried your eyes open, meeting his lust-filled irises. His fingers pumped in and out of you at the perfect pace, and soon, you were on the edge of cumming a second time.

He flexed the digits inside you, brushing your G-spot every time they moved. You moaned his name like a record stuck on a loop, your eyes watering as your second orgasm approached. His mouth melded to yours, catching you in a sloppy make-out session as he drove his fingers even further inside you. You'd died and gone to heaven, that was the only real explanation as to how this man could make you feel so damn good.

Euphoria took over your body, his fingers working your spent hole as you tried poorly to catch your breath. A string of profanities and whimpers fell from your tongue as he removed the digits, holding them to your mouth. You licked and sucked on his fingers, hypnotized by your taste.

He met your lips with a juxtaposing soft kiss, his hands moving to hold both sides of your face, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. "Did so good, baby."

"Steve," you teased breathlessly, though it sounded more like a moan. "You still haven't properly fucked me yet."

"So greedy, princess," he teased back, lining himself up with your entrance. "Just can't get enough of me, can you?" He slowly pushed inside, and you fell limp against his chest. "You alright?" he asked, half serious and half playfully.

You managed to nod, heavy breaths and quiet moans falling from your parted lips. "Need you to help me out here, please," you all but begged.

He chuckled, meeting your forehead with a soft kiss and slowly pulling out of you. "Good girl," he cooed, gradually sliding his cock back into you. "Telling daddy what you want, yeah?"

It wasn't often that the two of you indulged in your daddy kink, but when you did, it never ceased to make you feel like the most special girl in the world. Your hips somehow found a way to pick up their pace again, rocking against Steve's at a delicious pace.

His hands helped guide you, your bodies practically fusing together as you met each other in the perfect rhythm. He twitched inside you as you pulsed around him, his lips trailing kisses along the skin that your tank top didn't cover. Your hands held tight to the hair on the nape of his neck, moans vibrating along your breasts.

His orgasm came first, his thick seed shooting inside you as he continued working you on his length. "Fuck's" and "Shit's" tumbled from his lips and his hips canted, his thumb moving to rub frenzied circles on your clit. Your climax burned through your body, eyes crossing as he abused your hole. You chanted his name like a mantra, like it was your lifeline.

Steve held you close as he lowered you down the wall, his lips meeting your forehead with a juxtaposing softness. He chuckled against the crease between your brow, "Thank god for IUDs, right?"

You let out a soft, shaky giggle as you reached for your panties. Your hands trembled, failing to get a good enough grip to pull them up.

Steve caught your struggle, giving you a playful smile and pulling your underwear and shorts back on for you. He zipped up his jeans with quickness, then held your hand and led you toward the door. His lips connected to your bare shoulder, the softness grounding you for a moment. "Let's go home, yeah?"

You wobbled back to his truck, your chest still heaving as you processed all that had just happened, his cum still deep inside you. He pulled the door open for you, a smirk settling on your lips as you eyed his ass. "You wanna know something, cowboy?"

He chuckled at your expression, knowing that tone all too well. "Yeah?"

Your hand met his ass, grabbing the curve of his jeans. "I think that is why they call it a honky-tonk badonkadonk."

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[batmanrogues-scenarios]

Congratulations on 500 followers!! How about BTAS Scarecrow with the: driving while the windows are down and music plays?? Sounds nice!!

Sure! Thank you for request, it's gonna be fun one!

W: No idea about how 90's radio works and what country songs excisted so I choose ones that I know.

Country Roads

Jon sat behind the wheel as S/O watched through the window the scenery. It was warm evening as even though the sky started to set down, the warm breeze left them feeling comfort. It was kinda quiet, though.

"Jon, can I play some music?" Y/N turned to their boyfriend.

"Why? It's perfect the way it is."

"Pleaseee? It's so quiet it's distracting."

"You're only person I know that would say peace is distracting." Despice the teasing there was no annoyance in his voice. "Fine. But you have to choose something from my cassettes."

Y/N smiled as they grabbed one and put it in the player. The titles showed up as they read through them. "West Virginia", "The Devil Went Down to Georgia", "Take away my life but not my horse".

"Is it all country?" Y/N asked, confused.

"Listen, if you live on a farm, it's all you can listen to." Jon said in defense.

"Hmm... "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk"?" Y/N said confused.

"Not this one!" Jon screamed his eyes getting larger and face redder.

"Oh hoho, sounds fun." They had grin on their face.

"Please, anything else." He looks utterly embarrassed.

"Alright, alright." Y/N giggled as next song caught their eyes. They pressed play as they lay back on their seat. Soon a tune started playing.

'Country roads

Take me home

To the place

Where I belong'

Y/N chuckled but they lay back as they enjoyed sunset with song in baground. Jon was keeping eyes on road but he let one peek at S/O smiling. It wasn't exactly his atmosphere but he wouldn't change it for nothing.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I have some previous posts that were about some other stuff that explain why I'm now going through my folder of Bugle clips I've saved for one reason or another, but these have nothing to do with those initial reasons, I've just found them and wanted to post them again.

First of all, am I the only person who finds myself frequently remembering the famous "confusing facts with emus" line, but forgetting its context? I feel like it's a famous line - is that wrong? I don't know why I think that, if I really have seen other Bugle fans reference it or if I just decided it was an iconic moment. But I remember the first time I heard that line, 81 episodes into the podcast, and thinking - this is the Zaltzman and Oliver sense of humour, distilled. It's also a joke that's equal parts Zaltzman-type humour as Oliver-type humour, even though it was just John who said it.

So now, when I'm going about my business in the real world, if the concept of "facts" comes up, I frequently find myself thinking - though not saying out loud - "You are once again confusing facts with emus." But when I remember that line, I don't usually think of the context that was around it:

And I also came across this post again, which I have definitely posted at least a couple of times before, but I'm sorry, I need to do it again. And I need to again tell my story, that I know something about this song!

Okay, okay, here's the thing about this song. And I've known this since long before I listened to The Bugle. I used to be really into following country music blogs - actual country music. Blogs by people who, like me, were fans of country music and significant anti-fans of pop music incorrectly marketing itself and country. The same way I feel about "professional wrestling". If you want to make entertainment that I don't enjoy for people who aren't me, then fine, whatever, go ahead and do that. But don't give it the same name as a thing I do like, especially if your thing is going to have far more broad mass appeal, to the point where it'll become the first thing most people think of when they hear that name. Leaving me saying "I like [thing] - no, no, not the commercialized manufactured bullshit that's also called [name of thing] and was was your first thought when I mentioned it, I mean the actual [thing]. Why the fuck do I have to clarify that? Why can't the people who make a completely different thing just give their thing a different name?"

Anyway. I hate "pop country" music quite a lot, far more than I hate other music that I'm just not into, but that doesn't call itself by the same name as music I am into. And I used to be really into blogs by other people who felt the same way.

I learned from those blogs about Jamey Johnson, the singer who put out a country album - an actual country album - that was very good, they thought. Or at least, it seemed good. It sounded good. It sounded like country music, and it sounded like good music. However, it was financed with the money that Jamey Johnson had made by co-writing a song called Honky Tonk Badonkadonk, and selling that song to Trace Adkins.

There was actually a huge debate in the country music blogs at the time, around 2006, and then again in 2008 when he released another album. Everyone asking - can we trust this guy? How could we trust this guy? He must be lying to us, claiming to be into country music. A spy, a traitor. I remember reading blog posts that would pick apart his lovely, quite traditional country songs, pointing out anything that could be read as secret signs of pop-country influence, to prove he was lying.

By the time he released his third album of lovely, proper country music, the controversy had mostly died down, and most people accepted him as a country singer. He did what he had to do. He wrote one shit song in 2005, and that gave him the freedom to make good stuff without worrying about money. Honestly, I'm surprised you don't see that sort of thing more often. I'm surprised I even associate this story in particular with Jamey Johnson, rather than it being so common that I don't even have any one name especially associated with the concept of people who write awful "pop country" songs so they can make good country albums. I'd probably do it, if I had that kind of talent.

Jamey Johnson is an absolutely beautiful singer and songwriter. The song Honky Tonk Badonkadonk was written by a guy who also wrote this:

He also wrote this, which have lyrics that go into the issues with commercialism and the tension between going along with it when he had to before ultimately rejecting it:

So that's the thing I know about Honky Tonk Badonkadonk. It actually caused a huge schism in country music blogs in 2006, with people disagreeing about whether they should accept Jamey Johnson as a legitimate country singer despite his previous resume. And I, as a teenager reading them all, was firmly on the side of "we can't hold a grudge against someone who did what he had to do to get this done, especially as that is far from the worst moral compromise I've ever seen someone make in purist of a greater goal." He made enough money to afford to make less commercially successful music. And then wrote several songs, including the two I posted above, explaining why he needed to do that.

Anyway, Honky Tonk Badonkadonk then became a running joke on The Bugle, starting in the audio clip I posted above from the last episode of 2009, but they continued to reference it for years. The frequently referred to it as being "by Trace Adkins", and never mentioned that Trace Adkins did not actually write the song. It's fairly silly that that annoys me, because I'm pretty sure Jamey Johnson doesn't want to be credited for that song. But still. The inaccuracy bugs me.

One reference I definitely did not get the first time I heard that Bugle clip is learning that that stupid song went around the Chocolate Milk Gang because Daniel Kitson and Gavin Osborn sent it to Andy Zaltzman, who sent it to John Oliver. All with insufficient information about who wrote it. Come on, guys? Do you really think Trace Adkins would be smart enough to write lyrics like "Lord have mercy, how'd she even get those britches on?/with that honky tonk badonkadonk/now honey you can't blame her for what her mama gave her"? Obviously it took a genius to write that.

[2ndsk8terboy]

hey lucas! 2 questions, do you like todd's music? and what song would you correlate todd with?

Yeah I like The Clash at DemonHead, their music is always good for when you want a car ride headbanger. I have all their albums on cd and even installed an equalizer in my car so I can hear the bass better, I think it's the best part of their songs. Whatever, anyway, when I was in highschool the song cooler than me reminded me of him. Not the parts where he wants to make her fall in love with him, but the way she acts too cool for him. Heh, that was highschool though.

Nowadays I think about him when I listen to stuff like Honky Tonk Badonkadonk by Trace Adams.

[jules-has-notes]

Aca Top 10: Bro Country — VoicePlay music video

Like any genre of music, country contains a lot of different styles and subjects. When Chris Rupp stopped in to visit the VoicePlay guys shortly after he retired from Home Free, they welcomed him with a selection of the more lighthearted offerings country music had provided in recent years. Between odes to simple pleasures like having a drink with friends, or going for a drive with your crush, or even the ability find confidence behind a keyboard, these tunes are sure to get your toes tapping in your cowboy boots.

Details:

title: Aca Top 10 – Bro Country (feat. Chris Rupp)

original songs / performers: "Truck Yeah" by Tim McGraw; [0:27] "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy" by Kenny Chesney; [0:43] "Online" by Brad Paisley; [1:00] "Dirt Road Anthem" by Jason Aldean; [1:21] "Corn Star" by Craig Morgan; [1:42] "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off" by Joe Nichols; [2:05] "Red Solo Cup" by Toby Keith; [2:27] "Cruise" by Florida Georgia Line; [2:36] "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk" by Trace Adkins; [3:00] "Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)" by Big & Rich

written by: "Truck Yeah" by Chris Lucas, Preston Brust, Chris Janson, & Danny Myrick; "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy" by Jim Collins & Paul Overstreet; "Online" by Chris DuBois, Kelley Lovelace, & Brad Paisley; "Dirt Road Anthem" by Brantley Gilbert & Colt Ford; "Corn Star" by Jeffrey Steele, Shane Minor & Craig Morgan; "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off" by Gary Hannan & John Wiggins; "Red Solo Cup" by Brett Beavers, Jim Beavers, Brad Warren, & Brett Warren; "Cruise" by Florida Georgia Line, Joey Moi, Chase Rice, & Jesse Rice; "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk" by Dallas Davidson, Randy Houser, & Jamey Johnson; "Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)" by William Kenneth "Big Kenny" Alphin & John Rich

arranged by: Layne Stein & Geoff Castellucci

release date: 5 July 2016

My favorite bits:

the sneaky visting rooster on the back of the couch

Chris whipping his head toward Earl during the first transition

the extra sign with a Farmers Only profile for HatGuy5112016 during "Online"

visually calling out Chris's "white boy rap!" as though they hadn't recently released an entire video of themselves rapping

the excellent harmonies in "Corn Star"

Geoff trying (and giving up on) the cup game as percussion while Layne takes the lead on "Red Solo Cup"

Earl picking up a beer can after Eli pilfers his big drink

that funky breakdown in "Save a Horse"

Layne refusing to flex his muscles at the end

"We broke a couch." Boys and their roughhousing. R.I.P., yellow love seat. You served them well.

Oh, hey, there's Tony… whoops…aw, buddy.

Trivia:

Earl once again created the title-and-artist signs that Layne holds up, as well as the dating profile and the ears of corn.

The guys trail off and glare at Chris for starting to sing "Cruise" because that's the song Home Free performed on their first episode of The Sing-Off, when VoicePlay ended up in danger of elimination.

"Honky Tonk Badonkadonk" was also included in Home Free's "Butts Remix" medley, which Layne had helped Chris and Adam arrange.

They filmed this video a little over a month in advance to accommodate everyone's schedules, and to bank some material in advance of Layne's upcoming paternity leave. (Geoff and Chris weren't very sneaky about hiding their collaboration, though.)

One viewer's comment under the video caught Geoff's eye. It was basically true, no matter which way you parse it, since the three founding members had been singing together for over 20 years at that point. Their commitment to each other and the group predated any of their romantic relationships. But they do all have spouses, as well.

[quick-drawn-a]

;; do y’all actually have your shit together,, or are you just pretending like me —

[strongbrew-hamstery]

That honky tonk, #Badonkadonk is coming back to an SBH location near you! It sounds like some exciting things are happening with our human friends right now so a couple toots are coming back our way. Thank goodness for my mum being amazing and letting me fill her house with hamsters 🙈. We have Truffle and the Superpuppers, Parthenos (now called Sage), Skorpios (now called Revy) and soon Badonkadonk and Mekitsa. The last of the Zodiac Pups will move out later this week though! Looking forward to seeing my naughty tort again and Mr. Pretty Ear Boy. Feeling very grateful to my mum as she's letting us hang out here and being so so so accommodating. Looking forward to the end of this journey (a reminder that the condo of your dreams could just be a click away 🌠) soon. https://www.instagram.com/p/CbpdFN6g0uf/?utm_medium=tumblr

[wylnprtchtt]

[ jason dohring, thirty-six, cis male, he/him ] ━ did y'all see [ waylon pritchett ] walkin’ into [ splittin’ hairs? ]. they’ve lived in frostford for [ thirty-six years, ] and you can catch ‘em around town working as a [ garbage man.] I reckon they’re pretty [ straightforward & loyal ] but I hear they can also be kinda [ dogmatic & nosy ]. if ya see ‘em around, be sure to say hi.. ━ [ ooc: autumn, 25+, est, she/her] 

greetings, i’m autumn. i like cheese and dogs. let’s go.

teen pregnancy tw btw, just in case

my main man waylon, way way, the wayster. to know his story and not just his name, i must take you back to the golden years of high school.

waylon was, shocker, a football player. he was a running back not a qb because i’m NOT a total cliche.

so imagine sixteen year old waylon, walking around school, letterman’s jacket. body checking nerds into lockers just because he can, knocking books out of people’s hands just because he can and walking along like nothing.

that’s just jock aesthetic.

he was that guy.

he was born and raised in FROSTFORD. does the name pritchett seem familiar? that’s because his mother, the queen, the only woman he loves, the only woman he TRUSTS, owns splittin’ hairs.

splittin’ hairs is his fave place in town because when he goes there all the gossiping old ladies are like, oh waylon you’re so handsome, oh my how you’ve grown, if only i was twenty years younger. you get it. lorraine’s his woman, gimme dat aquanet

loves a good ego stroke.

anyway back to high school.

the football team was all about beers and bonfires, duh. and waylon here was king of saying “ain’t nothing to do in this town but get drunk and have sex haha!”

it was 1999 so like, you think frostford is tiny now? imagine it back then. they didn’t even have the whole enchilada around yet

so friday nights were wild, the falcons would bring home the W, then have a big party and try not to get arrested when the sheriff inevitably rolled up like why yall like this

sexual relations occurred

and occurred

and occurred

do you think waylon was being safe about it? he wasn’t. boom, we all love a cheeky #teenpregnancy

she was a frostford local herself. their parents went back and forth about what to do, while trying to keep things hush hush? 

that didn’t work. you think wanda pritchett could resist talking about the little minx that seduced her sweet innocent waylon? no way

it was a big town rumor~ because, in classic let’s hide the pregnancy moves, the girl moved away to spend some time with her aunt.

nine months specifically 

bada bing bada boom, waylon is not a father, the girl came back, everyone pretended it didnt happen because thats the healthy reaction

the baby actually went to live with baby mama’s older sister who was like 25 living in sc

waylon has like a baby pic and a second grade pic of the child and thats all

throughout high school it was like a godsend that he didnt have to take responsibility for a CHILD

during high school and college it was a dream, then as he got older he had regrets~ and was contemplating what could’ve been~

melodramatic

now he’s broody af because he’s old and can’t party anymore and peaked in high school and blah blah blah

he was a mailman at one point but people expected him to be happy and chatty and that got annoying

now he picks up your garbage but makes more money than you

he only gets joy out of playing the alumni game at the high school for homecoming

and dressing up like frankenstein, with painted face and all, for the haunted hayride to scare children

thinks luke bryan and thomas rhett are sell outs what is that pop country SHIT, but his go to karaoke song is honky tonk badonkadonk so..

he doesnt do karaoke though, only when he’s blackout drunk and he forgets it happened

but it’s always honky tonk badonkadonk and nothing else

tell me how he is mostly quiet and keeps to himself but is nosy af and loves to gossip with his MOTHER

he’s always like “you learn a lot from people’s trash”

like yeah playboy waylon KNOWS you gotta use that real top shelf viagra to do what you gotta do

he also knows every middle aged gal who thinks shes fooling people coloring out the gray

only wears black, dark gray, and navy

loves a good plum

somehow wins all the cow milking competitions, he just knows how to get ol’ bessie to fill that can up

went to a miranda lambert concert and cried when she touched his hand, we don’t talk about that though

doesn’t have a vehicle because he just walks places, he’ll break out his old mountain bike if he’s feeling wild

used to eat spiders on dares

pretends he hates when people talk about plays he made in high school/college, secretly loves it

older folks call him waylon, obviously that’s his name, people around his age know him as “pritch” anyone significantly younger he doesnt want to associate with you, so you may call him mr pritchett and nothing else

scared of turkeys

i’m done now this is too long

bye

[javelon]

Liquid Courage - Marvin x Reader

And ooh well shut my mouth, slap your grandma

There ought to be a law, get the sheriff on the phone

Lord have mercy how'd she even get them britches on

With that honky tonk badonkadonk

"Wow I haven't heard this song in ages!" You exclaimed over the music, swaying your hips to the beat.

"Awww yea work them hips, Y/N!" Your best friend cheered!

Normally your cheeks would be pink from your friend calling attention to your dancing but you were on your second drink. Between the liquor giving you a boost of confidence and just the overall fun evening hanging out with your friend you found you didn't care. Let people look if they wanted.

Still though you huffed and took a sip of your drink, "Hush you. It's your shot." You gestured at the pool table. 

"Yea yea I'm going I'm going." Your friend grinned, moving to the table and taking their shot.

You hummed and nodded when the balls finally settled, "Not bad not bad. Now let me show ya how it's done!"

Your friend gestured to the table with an over exaggerated flourish, "By all means."

Circling the table you eyed all your possible shots before finally picking what you felt was the best one. Leaning over the table you couldn't help swinging your hips some more to the song. You knew it could mess up your shot but the music was so catchy you couldn't help it.

"Dude Y/N that dude is totally checking out your ass." Your friend suddenly whispered in your ear.

"Huh?" You look up from the table and following their eyes to a pair of similar looking guys (twins?) who seemed to be looking over at you two. "Which one, the ball cap or green hair ponytail?"

"Ponytail guy."

"Mmm he's definitely cute. I dig his colorful clothes. And I've always been a sucker for long hair." Feeling the liquid courage flowing through you, you gave the guy a wink when his eyes met yours. A thrill of victory went through you when he seemed to blush and look quickly at his brother. (They had to be brothers. They just looked so much alike!)

Your friend threw back their head with a laugh, "Oh my God he is so into you."

"Well he's certainly welcome to come over and say hello." You gave a slight nod when the ball cap guy grinned at you. "Now stop distracting me, I need to concentrate on this shot."

Giving you a mock two finger salute your friend stepped away from you, "I need a refill anyway. You need one?"

"Nah I'm good for now. Thanks though."

Forcing yourself to ignore the music, you once again lined up your shot. The crack of the balls hitting each other made you smile and let out a quiet "Yes!" when two of the balls each sunk into a pocket. Damn if only your friend had seen that!

You looked up to find your friend, quickly zeroing in on them chatting with the two guys from before. Why were you not surprised? Your friend loved playing matchmaker. It was really no wonder they spotted the ponytail guy so quickly. 

Leaning against your small standing table, you sipped on your drink and watched your friend. You'd be willing to be money that your friend would somehow coax the guys over here, probably under the guise of joining you two for a game. Sure enough once the bartender had brought a new drink to your friend the three of them started walking towards you, ponytail guy doing his best to look in several places other than your direction.

"And this here is my bestie, Y/N!" Your friend enthusiastically introduced you once they were close enough.

Ball cap guy smiled and held out his hand, "Hey bestie. I'm Chase and this shy guy here is my brother, Marvin."

Said shy guy finally met your eye and gave you a small smile, shaking your hand as well, "Nice to meet you, Y/N."

"Likewise!" You gave him a bright smile back.

"I invite these two over to play with us. I figured you wouldn't mind." Your friend explained.

'Called it.' You thought then nodded, "Sure. You were gonna lose anyway."

Your friend spluttered, "Like hell!"

The guys chuckled at your banter and you were pleased to see Marvin relax a bit, "You guys good at pool?"

Chase grinned and nodded, "Pretty good. Though Marvin here is scary good. It's almost like he magics the balls into the pockets." He winked at his brother who sent him a minor glare.

You laughed and gestured at the pool table, "Well then by all means get us started, Marvin. Show us this magic of yours."

Marvin flushed slightly, "Yea sure. I'll uh rack us up."

You found his bashfulness endearing but as the night went on you found you really like his confidence when he was became more comfortable. And you also found Chase hadn't been wrong about Marvin's pool playing skills.

"Damn looks like this game is yours, Marv." You sighed, giving a fake pout.

Marvin gave you a grin and a small bow, "Just barely. You are a worthy opponent."

"Aww gee thanks." You looked around for the first time in awhile, "Where'd our companions go?"

Marvin looked around as well before nodding over at the bar, "Looks like they went to drink away the pain of losing to us."

"Ahhh yes they just couldn't handle our skills. Tis a shame." You gave a sigh then grabbed the racking triangle, "Care for another game?"

"Actually..." You paused and turned to Marvin, waiting for him to finish his thought, "Would you like to dance, Y/N?"

He held out his hand to you with a charming smile. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you looked into his beautiful blue eyes. 

"Are your dance skills as good as your pool skills?" You couldn't help but tease.

He simply smiled back, "I like to think so. Would you like to find out?"

You nodded and took his hand, letting him lead you to the dance floor and sweep you off your feet. Quite literally. It didn't matter the song, he had the perfect moves for each. He easily led you through moves you've never done before, your feet gliding after his as if guided by some unknown instinct or magic. It was amazing! Sometime during a twirl you saw your friend give you a thumbs up and a grin that you easily returned. You were breathing hard, cheeks aching from smiling when the bartender did last call and switched on a romantic song to slow things down.

Marvin looked in your eyes and gave you that charming smile again, stepping back and offering his hand with a bow, "May I have this last dance, Y/N?"

You took his hand with a soft smile of your own, "I would be honored, Marvin."

Your heart skipped a beat when he placed his other hand on your hip, just as easily guiding you through simple steps with an occasional twirl, all the while keeping his eyes locked with yours. It really was incredible. He was incredible. You could see yourself falling for him and falling hard. And you loved it.

When the song came to an end you both slowed to a stop but kept your hands on each other. You didn't want to pull away yet. You didn't want this night to be over. Marvin lifted the hand holding yours to his lips, "Thank you for dancing with me this evening, Y/N."

You were breathless and not just from the dancing, "I...thank you, Marvin. I don't usually get to dance with someone as handsome as you."

A hint of a blush formed on his cheeks and you thought the sight was beautiful, "You flatter me. I honestly didn't think I'd get lucky enough to dance with you when I first saw you. I'm glad you gave me a chance."

"Can I see you again?" You blurted out when you felt him start to pull away.

He smiled and put his hand behind his back. You looked at him in confusion and then awe when he produced a beautiful flower that had a single ribbon tied into a bow on it. "Wha...how? Marvin this is beautiful!" You whispered, delicately taking the flower from him.

"A beautiful flower for a beautiful person." He murmured making you flush red. "Look." He turned the flower so you could the ribbon had writing on it. His name and a phone number. "Maybe we can get lunch sometime?" He asked, his tone hopeful.

You smiled, "I would like that." 

"Yo Marv! Time to go dude!" Chase's voice called from the bar.

You both looked over and saw he and your friend had gathered their stuff and were ready to go, many patrons already heading out the door. Marvin sighed and yelled back, "I'm coming!" He looked back at you, "So it's a date?"

Feeling a last burst of courage you leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, "It's a date, Marv."

He ducked his head with a pleased grin and you two walked towards the door. You had parked in two different directions so you bid each other good night and walked with your friend to your car.

"Sooooo?" Your friend asked as soon as the guys were out of earshot.

You grinned. You could practically feel your friend vibrating with barely contained curiosity. You thought about teasing them but to be honest you were just as excited, "I have a date."

Your friend squealed, "Oh my God I knew it! You have to tell me everything. What's he like? Is he amazing?"

You laughed and nodded, "He's magnificent." And you couldn't wait to see him again.

[mewhunter9]

my parents are incredibly supportive of me being queer even if they don't really understand. though we dont really ever talk about it. but sometimes my parents will just throw in a lighthearted offhand comment and ill be left reeling. like my dad was telling me about the songs i wouldn't stop singing when I was little and he goes "really, i should have known something was up when you kept singing honky tonk badonkadonk"

[morganeilish]

I got to go to karaoke last night. And I mean the friend that invited me spent most of the time texting this girl he’s started hooking up with. But it was dead which means I got to go up 3 times in the hour and a half I was there before my friend got a booty call and left.

So I did Heart of Stone by Cher but then switched to country after that. Was gonna do Follow Your Arrow but a guy got up and did Honky Tonk Badonkadonk and I just had to upstage him with John Michael Montgomery’s Sold (The Grundy County Auction Song) which I can sing flawlessly btw, though it is a strain on the lungs. I did Sugarland’s Baby Girl a bit later cuz relatable. But then he pulled out She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy and I know the bar doesn’t have any Corb Lund (who was my old roommate’s cousin btw) and my friend was ditching, so I was like well I guess he wins tonight.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Another year-end round-up: Top ten comedy-related podcast episodes I heard in 2022, but not using more than episode from each podcast, because otherwise it would just be a list of my ten favourite Bugle episodes. Put in chronological order from when they first aired, simply because it was hard enough to narrow this down to only ten and chronological order saves me from also ranking them in any other way.

1. The Bugle’s John Oliver era

Hosts: Andy Zaltzman and John Oliver

Guest(s): producers Tom Wright and Chris Skinner, I guess?

Episode #/Title: 131, A Miner Celebration

Date: 2010-10-18

Obviously, trying to pick just one of these is ridiculous. I got into The Bugle in March 2022, and it proceeded to define my entire year. But upon careful consideration, if I had to pick just one, I’m going with the episode in which they celebrated their third anniversary. This was celebrated together by John, Andy, and both their producers, which seemed very exciting. Producer Tom had been with them from when they’d started until he’d moved to Australia in early 2010, but in that time, he’d made enough interjections into the conversations to be a fan favourite, and everyone got very angry when he left. This was the birth of the “fuck you Chris” running joke that lasted for years, aimed at Tom’s replacement Chris Skinner, as people would start all emails to The Bugle with “Fuck you Chris” to remind him that no one could ever replace Tom.

So it was pretty cool when, about six months after Tom had left, Andy Zaltzman surprised the listeners by announcing that Tom was visiting London and joining them in the studio for their anniversary episode! As the episode unfolded, it became clear that before the recording, Andy had been to the pub with Producer Tom and Producer Chris, and all of them were slightly drunk. Andy Zaltzman’s comedy is normally so tightly written, he’s so careful to stay in character, that hearing him loosened up a bit was a delight. As was hearing all four of those people (John, Andy, Tom, Chris) on an episode together, as by that time, Producer Chris had become a favoruite as well, and the “Fuck you Chris” emails had become affectionate, though still frequent.

It opens with John Oliver playing a voice message from Rob Riggle in which he gets called both a “bitch” and a “piece of French garbage”, and Andy Zaltzman announcing that their guests will be a soundproof safe containing “the Pussycat Dolls, longtime Bugleizers, all of them, particularly Sporty and Baby” (“That’s not... it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, I just - I’m not even going to pick you up on that, it’s fine.” - John Oliver) and it only gets better from there. There are peace talks that quickly unravel. There is cake. Andy Zaltzman talks a bunch of shit about capitalism and God. There are four people who are all very relaxed and having a very good time.

Special mentions of other notably strong episodes of this podcast go to... I don’t even know how to do this since it’s all of them, but the ones where they talk shit about News International in 2011 come to mind. The major pun runs. The one after Berlusconi got hit with a ceramic cathedral and it made John and Andy happier than anything else ever has. Bin Laden’s Fuck Youlogy. The episodes after the 2008 DNC and RNC. Playing the fan-made remixes of bullshit monologues - Boffin in a Coffin gets lots of attention and rightly so, but I think my favourite is the date with Delonte West. Any episode that’s heavy on Tuesday night football stories. Losing their minds about the songs Honky Tonk Badonkadonk and Sexy and I Know It. Just everything. 

2. WTF

Host: Marc Maron

Guest(s): John Oliver

Episode #/Title: 298

Date: 2012-07-19

Here’s what I wrote just after hearing that episode, but that does contain a lot of wandering into off-topic stuff about my own life, so I don’t particularly recommend slogging through it.

The point is that I do not like Marc Maron - I didn’t like him before and he hugely annoyed me for this entire episode - but John Oliver was so good on there that that made up for it. I really enjoyed hearing John Oliver go into his past about living in England, and talk about his influences in comedy. Not just other comedians, but things like his love of sports and Philip Larkin and a chip on his shoulder about class. It’s a really good interview, if you can stand listening to Marc Maron for that long, which I find it difficult to do.

3. The Comedian’s Comedian

Host: Stuart Goldsmith

Guest(s): Andy Zaltzman

Episode #/Title: 82

Date: 2014-06-25

Here’s what I wrote just after hearing that episode.

Rereading that post now reminds me of just how hard it hit me the first time. It was, weirdly, kind of like hearing my dad cry. Despite the fact that, and I swear I know both these things full well, Andy Zaltzman isn’t my dad and he didn’t cry. It was just so jarring to hear him out of character, and he talked very candidly - surprisingly candidly - about all the things he wished were better in his own career and in British satire overall. All the things he’d tried and failed to do in an industry that kept making the same panel shows instead.

I assume some of the candour is because this episode caught Andy Zaltzman at a tough time, during the short window between when John Oliver had started Last Week Tonight and when he left The Bugle. They were will telling the audience at that point that The Bugle would not slow down just because John had his own TV show, but I think they must have known it couldn’t last, and you can hear the frustration in Andy Zaltzman’s voice as he knows he’s about to get left behind in the only thing he’s managed to make really successful. He even opens up a bit about jealousy of John Oliver’s far greater success, which is this sort of tension that’s been almost relentlessly unspoken the more it grows.

Aside from the personal stuff, Andy Zaltzman has some great insights into comedy: the process of writing jokes as creative as his, what political comedy can be and what it can achieve, what has influenced his work. It’s such a rare look at Andy Zaltzman being serious and honest, and he has so much to say.

Special mentions of other notably strong episodes of this podcast go to Stewart Lee, Mark Watson, Paul Chowdhry, and David O’Doherty.

4. The Things We Do for Love

Host: Isy Suttie

Guest(s): John Robins

Episode #/Title: s01e01

Date: 2016-02-11

Here’s what I wrote just after hearing that episode.

Basically, this one was just enormous fun. It’s the second episode on this list that I’ve chosen partly because someone on it was drunk, which I guess isn’t great, but it was really fun. A properly drunk John Robins talking to Isy Suttie for an hour about teenage crushes and adult crushes and stupid things people do as a result. A lot of the humour came from how well they know each other, obviously with the same person having both a baby with Isy Suttie and a radio show with John Robins, and at one point Robins did threaten to murder them all for their sitcom money. It was a case of someone being totally unguarded - possibly too unguarded, and you wouldn’t want media to be like that all the time, I guess. But for one hour it was enormous fun.

I said in my post about it that I wasn’t sure if I’d listen to the rest of the podcast, but I did end up listening to all of it, and special mentions go to the episodes with Danielle Ward, Josh Widdicombe, and Bridget Christie. Those were all great, but nothing actually beat that first one.

5. The Bugle’s 4000 series

Host: Andy Zaltzman

Guest(s): Nish Kumar and Alice Fraser

Episode #/Title: 4050, Bad Boys

Date: 2017-11-18

Like with the other part of The Bugle, this entire enterprise has taken over my life in 2022 too much for me to be able to reasonably choose just one example. But I think, looking at all the episodes (and I’ve only heard episodes 4000-4200 - that took me to mid-2021 after that I took a break from the podcast because it was getting too close to the present and less escapist, thought I intend to go back and hear the rest of them in 2023), this one’s still my favourite.

Here’s what I wrote just after hearing that episode.

It was a live show, and the first time Nish Kumar and Alice Fraser, the two most frequent guests of the 4000 series, were on together. It was the first time since John Oliver left that they reached that level of chemistry again, that they naturally hit all the running jokes and back-and-forth with each other and the audience, and everyone was having a really good time. I remember listening to that and thinking this is the first time it feels like The Bugle could be really really great again (you know, like America), and I’ve heard Andy Zaltzman say something similar later on, that it got off to a shaky start but there was a turning point where things clicked and it was around here. Everyone was in top form.

Special mentions of other notably strong episodes of this podcast go to episode 4161 with Mark Steel and Hari Kondabolu, episode 4189 with David O’Doherty and Tom Ballard, and episode 4191 with Chris Addison and Alice Fraser.

6. Tea with Alice

Host: Alice Fraser

Guest(s): Tiff Stevenson

Episode #/Title: Consent Cast

Date: 2017-12-01

Here’s what I wrote just after hearing that episode.

I really enjoyed listening to this episode of two women discussing the gauntlet of experiences from casual sexism to harassment to assault, in ways that could go beyond the surface. These people work in the same industry, they’ve both been there a long time, they already know the basics. They don’t have to re-hash Consent 101 or whatever, they don’t have to address the question of “Do these bad things happen?” They can take it as read that they do happen, they’re a problem, and it’s worth discussing in more detail than that. They get into specifics of how it looks, how it’s responded to, how it feels, how it affects the atmosphere that’s felt even by women who don’t experience it directly. How it changes the choices and calculations they make. How they may have different opinions on some of the finer points of the best way to handle these things, and different women can disagree about those finer points while agreeing on the overall fact that this is a problem and needs to be solved.

Listening to this made me realize how, even though discussions about consent and #metoo are everywhere, it’s not all that common that you get a discussion between two women who have similar experiences, without any men there. It’s great to have conversations about this stuff that include men! There should be lots of those, and there are lots of genuinely good men who need to hear this stuff, and there are also times when men have useful additions to the overall conversation. But I think it’s good for there to be some conversations where it’s just women talking to each other about what women already know is happening, so they can skip the part where they explain the stuff that you don’t know unless you’ve been a woman in those positions (or unless you’ve listened to women who have been, which a lot of men do, and seriously, I’m a feminist who’s of the view that men can be feminists too, not just “allies”, I’m just saying it’s good to have some conversations that are for women and by women).

7. Mrs. Brightside

Host: Susan Calman

Guest(s): Mark Watson

Episode #/Title: 8

Date: 2018-07-23

Here’s a link to what I wrote just after hearing that episode.

I found that this episode was a little bit like the Tea with Alice one, in that it takes a subject that’s ubiquitous in public discussion these days, but goes a fair bit deeper than most discussions do. In this case the subject is mental health, and they both get very candid about their own struggles. About how it actually feels, what sort of things it can cause, what actually works and doesn’t in trying to respond to it. Some of it was genuinely hard to hear, because it got so intensely realistic, but I’m glad I listened to it.

Susan Calman is known for being blunt and direct about everything, including her own battles with depression, and Mark Watson is known for being thoughtful and analytical about everything. That makes a very good combination for an honest conversation like this one.

8. Who Hurt You

Host: Sofie Hagan

Guest(s): Mark Watson

Episode #/Title: end of 2019 wrap-up

Date: 2020-01-08, 2020-01-15

Mark Watson has appeared a bunch of times on this podcast, notably doing two-part episodes at the end of a few years in a row, in which he spent New Year’s with his friend Sofie Hagan, and they’d record several hours of the two of them talking about the year that had ended and the year that was to come. Listening to them all in a row is really interesting, but I think my favourite is the stuff they recorded on New Year’s 2019/2020, which they aired in two parts in early January 2020. These ones are a bit tough to listen to because they’re full of so much hope for the coming year, and of course we know all of that gets crushed almost immediately. But they both get into really interesting stuff, my favourites being the stuff about friendship and writing books and complicated relationships with the internet and social media. And mental health, all of those episodes get into that.

I’m going to be honest: I could easily have picked Mark Watson’s episodes for my favourite ones of the Taskmaster podcast and the Comedian’s Comedian podcast, but I didn’t because I already had to use his Who Hurt You and Mr. Brightside episodes, and I didn’t want Mark Watson to be 40% of this list. He’s just always so good on podcasts, whether he’s talking about personal stuff or comedy careers or what Hugh Dennis drew on Taskmaster once, because he’s intelligent and thoughtful and insightful. If anyone’s interested, I’ve collected all the Mark Watson podcast episodes I’ve heard into a Google Drive folder. Including all of his Who Hurt You appearances, and while I’ve picked the end-of-2019 ones as my favourites, if you’re going to listen to any of those I highly recommend hearing them all in order, it really rewards that.

9. Tiny Revolutions

Host: Tiff Stevenson

Guest(s): Armando Iannucci

Episode #/Title: 1

Date: 2021-04-06

Here’s what I wrote just after hearing that episode.

Armando Iannucci has made some of my favourite things. The Thick of It is, as I have believed since about 2009, the best TV show ever filmed. In the Loop is way up there with my favourite movies. Veep is absolutely brilliant and deserves every bit of acclaim it gets. On the Hour and The Day Today pretty much re-invented satire and inspired generations that would follow. I recently listened to that self-titled Radio Four show he made seven episodes of in the early 90s and I was amazed at how funny it was. Avenue 5 was... okay, I thought it had a lot of potential that was wasted a bit in season 2 and could have ended stronger with a more coherent plot. But overall it was very good. Death of Stalin was the best use of Michael Palin’s time in ages. The Armando Iannucci Shows are this weird surreal sketch thing he did in 2001 that are ridiculously underrated. All that without even mentioning Alan Partridge.

He also has an interesting story, with a father who ran an anti-fascist newspaper in Italy before fleeing the country for reasons that are related to that, and that obviously influenced Armando’s desire to Make Political Art. I’ve heard a lot of interviews in which Armando Iannucci talks about his background and career influences and how and why he does what he does, but I think this one is my favourite. It covers the whole spectrum of topics, and they touch on all the parts of the story I find most interesting. 

10. The Taskmaster podcast

Host: Ed Gamble

Guest(s): Sarah Kendall

Episode #/Title: 74 (discussing Taskmaster s06e07)

Date: 2022-03-31

Sarah Kendall is an absolutely fantastic guest on this podcast, and has been every time she’s appeared. She’s so smart, so analytical, so sharp with her observations. She really knows what she’s talking about when it comes to Taskmaster, her own season and the others. She’s incisive, can point out so many different things with one comment and leave Ed scrambling to keep up.

I think what really elevates this episode in my mind is a couple of things she said that just took apart Russell Howard. To the point where now when I see Russell Howard do anything, the first thing I think of are a couple of the things Sarah Kendall said about him on a podcast once.

Special mentions of other notably strong episodes of this podcast from 2022 go to episodes with Desiree Burch, Dave Gorman, and Mark Watson.

Finally... I’d love to not bring up the John Oliver and Andy Zaltzman Bugle reunion episode, on October 14, 2022, to celebrate the podcast’s fifteenth anniversary. I’d love to say that wasn’t one of the best fucking things I’ve heard this year, to say I didn’t listen to it on a bus, where I both laughed much harder than is appropriate for public transit, and may have sort of almost cried a tiny bit. But I can’t end this post without at least mentioning it. October 13 was my birthday, and this was the best fucking present I could have had.

[kiaronna]

I was tagged by @missmichellebelle! Hi Belle! Thank you and I hope you have a lovely day.

RULES: put your music on shuffle and write down the first ten songs, then tag some friends/mutuals.

“I Need Some Sleep” - Eels

“Tear in My Heart” - Twenty One Pilots

“Genghis Khan” - Miike Snow

“Honky Tonk Badonkadonk” - Trace Adkins

“Tranquilize” - The Killers, Lou Reed

“Proud Mary” - Creedence Clearwater Revival

“This Too Shall Pass” - Sinclair

“Untouched” - The Veronicas

“Sympathy, Tenderness” - Lucy, from Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde the musical

“Killer Queen” - Queen

DYNAMITE, WITH A LASER BEAM

Well, I have once again showed myself to be a nerd. Also, though Belle’s music was wise and gave her Disney songs, mine did not, despite that being over 10% of my music. Suspicious...

I’ll tag you guys, but no pressure at all! Also if you’ve already done it just ignore me. Please ignore me. @c0rnfl0wer @exile-wrath @emerald-imperial @dystopiansushi

[sovereignofmysoul]

10, 11, and 20 for the music ask pls

~4 songs that are guilty pleasure songs

oof, i don’t usually admit to having ‘guilty’ pleasures. If i like something, then that’s it, i like it, full stop. 

But I do still have a few guilty pleasure songs. A lot of them are country, because I’ll die before I admit to actually liking country, god forbid, and a lot of them are songs I always heard growing up. 

The top one I can think of off the top of my head though is Miley Cyrus’s East Northumberland High. Er, rather, she was Hannah Montana at the time. That might be one of the top ones tbh. 

Actually, i recant that - anything by Miley Cyrus when she was Hannah Montana I can guarantee I’ve at least listened to, and most likely enjoyed. 

White Horse by T Swift is good, but I wouldn’t say it’s a guilty pleasure. 

ALTHOUGH now that i think about it, I do have two ACTUAL songs i feel GUILTY for liking. And they’re both by Cher. (imagine that lmao) Half-Breed, and g*psies, tramps and thieves. I bet you can guess whyyyy~

~4 songs by bands you don’t admit to liking

lit most of the bands i don’t admit to liking are country, oop.

not a band, but trace adkins. fucking kill me honestly. honky tonk badonkadonk is a TERRIBLE song, and I want to KILL whoever agreed to let it exist on this miserable earth, but does that stop me from listening to it? NOPE

Cowboy Casanova is a fucking BANGER and I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise. Like Carrie Underwood? Oh HELL yeah, come on.

I will say that I do like eminem. which is hilarious because i fucking HATED slim shady. and now??? now i’m like yeah okay, this song FUCKS. 

akon is alright, snoop dogg is p good, and i still hate kanye’s music but everytime i hear nicki’s verse in Monster I want to CRY because I LOVE IT, and also, No Church in the Wild is one of my actual favourite songs. I mean, “What’s a king to a God? What’s a God to a nonbeliever?” BRO. COME ON.

how tf you gonna act like u do and then write bars like that??? COME ON

~4 songs you love but rarely listen to

I haven’t listened to Angel With a Shotgun in a hot minute, and it’s a DAMN good song that I do really love. Really, actually anything that I used in a playlist for one of my old fandoms. Anything that reminds me of say, supernatural, or teen wolf, or anything like that. (That being said, any song IN teen wolf was a damn good song and i fuck with it) 

I think the number one song that I love but don’t really listen to anymore is actually my favourite song. Carry On Wayward Son. idk why i don’t listen to it anymore, i just don’t? 

Bones, by MS MR, hell actually anything by MS MR because they’re fucking great tbh, some of t swift’s old shit, like Love Story, and Back to December. I love both those songs but haven’t listened to them in forever.

it’s kinda hard to figure out what songs you DON’T listen to, you know? Like itunes has a 25 most listened to playlist, but there’s no playlist for You added this song at 2:34am on a Tuesday and you’ve listened to it ONCE

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Misunderstood: The Tate Thorston Playlist

Just want to be misunderstood want to be feared in my neighborhood Just want to be a moody man Say things that nobody can understand - Misunderstood by Pete Townshend and Ronnie Lane

Side A:  But I am such an ordinary star

i. Come a Little Bit Closer - Jay and the Americans | ii. Purple Lamborghini - Skrillex and Rick Ross | iii. Eye of the Tiger - Survivor | iv. Mama Said Knock You Out - LL Cool J | v. Just Lose It - Eminem | vi. Honky Tonk Badonkadonk - Trace Adkins | vii. Rough Boys - Pete Townshend

Side B:  Don't like where I've ended up or where I begun

i. Fairytale by Alexander Rybak

I’m in love, with a fairytale/Even though it hurts/Coz I don’t care if I lose my mind/I’m already cursed 

 Tate has had many secret crushes, and at this point in his life, he has gotten it into his mind and has accepted that none of them are going to work in his favor and he might as well just give up even if the person drives him crazy

ii. Heartbreak Hotel by Elvis Presley

You make me so lonely baby/I get so lonely/I get so lonely I could die.

 Tate’s friendships swing fast and hard. During his highs, he will be perfectly fine and happy and nice, but as soon as he feels like he’s been dropped, or not made a priority by someone he is used to the attention from, he sinks down into a state where he is lonely but won’t let people in.

iii. Blow Me (One Last Kiss) by Pink

I think I've finally had enough, I think I maybe think too much/I think this might be it for us (blow me one last kiss)/You think I'm just too serious, I think you're full of shit/My head is spinning so (blow me one last kiss)

When Tate gets back up from his lows, he tends to be bitter, and gets sort of revengeful to whoever it is he think messed him up. Even if things end up worse, he doesn’t usually care, because at least he’s feeling better.

iv. My Size by John Entwistle

You make me feel so small/Wish I was ten feet tall/I'm gonna bring you down to my size/One of these days I'm gonna make you fall/I'm gonna bring you down to my size/Smash your head against the wall.

This is mainly Tuff’s attitude toward his father and older brother. The two older Thorston men treat him better than his sister, but still awfully, and when he figures out how to, he is going to make them feel as small as they made him feel.

v. Love is Only Sleeping by The Monkees

She looked at me/And the emptiness in her eyes was cruel to see/Then she turned away and said,/"Once I loved, but love is dead"/And I whispered, "Sometimes love is only sleeping"

 This is Tate when he’s in a bad spot mood and emotions-wise. Sometimes he doesn’t feel anything, and he needs to remind himself that he can still feel things, even if he tells himself he doesn’t want to.

vi. Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash

I fell for you like a child/Oh, but the fire went wild/I fell into a burning ring of fire/I went down, down, down and the flames went higher/And it burns, burns, burns/The ring of fire, the ring of fire

This is mostly showing Tuff’s loyalty to his set. When he likes someone, and they become his friend, he gets awfully protective. He will do anything to help out his people, even if it ends up hurting him.

vii. Lyin’ to Myself by Todrick Hall

But these old shades/Make me feel safe/And these gold chains/Make me feel brave, baby/It ain't you, so please don't change/I can't be true to no one else/Too busy lying, lying to myself

 Tate has problems with letting people in, and that can cause trouble for him no matter who he’s talking to. Though he wants people to be close with him, and he likes people, it’s still hard for him to be someone they might like because he won’t let them see what he’s really like