#ol’ rollins the truck

[uselessalexis165]

tried making some ttte memes (263)

[whyeverr]

WHEN COWS FLY

It all commenced with a curious light up yonder in the night sky. I tried tellin' myself it was nothin' more than a semi-truck rollin' on by, but how in tarnation were them lights so god-dern bright, even up in the upstairs bedroom? And why in the devil was the light such a peculiar shade of green?

Well, it weren't too long afore they'd got us good 'n surrounded. We bunkered down, but we warn't gonna give up the ghost without a scrap. We caught 'em flat-footed, and I darn well managed to bring one of them contraptions down with my trusty shotgun and a mite of good fortune, while Muriel kept 'em busy. But I'll be hornswoggled, our luck didn't last long at all when another one of them blasted saucers hoisted her right up into the heavens.

Now it's just me, trapped down here in the ol' root cellar, awaitin' 'til them space critters take me, or my sweet cow finds her way back home.

Lot details:

Lot Type: Residential

Price: §55,887

Location: Old Penelope, StrangerViille

I’ve used from all packs freely here, with Cottage Living and StrangerVille in the starring role

Muriel (the cow currently being beamed up into the UFO) is—understandably—a bit hard to care for in her current predicament. Luckily, you can still track down her teeny tiny animal shed in the air to call her out for the full tractor beam effect!

Created in celebration of Simblreen 2023! @simblreenofficial

Download via the Sims 4 Gallery or tray files via Sim File Share. Please don’t re-upload or share without credit. Thank you!

[breezingby]

American Pie ~ Don McLean

A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died

So bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died

I started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned

And while Lennin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died

We were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died?

We started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died

He was singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died

And they were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

They were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die

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The repeated phrase "the day the music died" refers to a plane crash in 1959 that killed early rock and roll stars Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper, and Ritchie Valens, ending the era of early rock and roll; this became the popular nickname for that crash. The theme of the song goes beyond mourning McLean's childhood music heroes, reflecting the deep cultural changes and profound disillusion and loss of innocence of his generation – the early rock and roll generation – that took place between the 1959 plane crash and either late 1969 or late 1970. The meaning of the other lyrics, which cryptically allude to many of the jarring events and social changes experienced during that period, has been debated for decades. McLean repeatedly declined to explain the symbolism behind the many characters and events mentioned; he eventually released his songwriting notes to accompany the original manuscript when it was sold in 2015, explaining many of these, and further elaborated on the lyrical meaning in a 2022 interview/documentary celebrating the song's 50th anniversary, in which he stated the song was driven by impressionism and debunked some of the more widely speculated symbols.

[blackbloodteeth]

@bcbdrums ended up giving me imagery yesterday for something I couldn't help but write out haha (perfectly timed for a Sunday haha)

———

The weather was a real beaut today – Clearest skies ya'd ever seen, with a nice, rich blue all the way 'cross the horizon, sun perfectly overhead. It was days like these that made drivin' duty the best, the slow an' steady crunch of the truck's tires easin' up alongside the rest'a the flock, ol' gal pulled into park as he waves at everyone else comin' in.

Air was beautiful too, always did love it 'round the spring. Door shuts with a secure whump after he gets out, rollin' his shoulders as one of the other movers leads a loader over to his cargo to get a look at the goods. They shake hands, and he assures 'em that while this may be this biggest move of grand pianos he'd ever seen, ain't gonna be a scratch on a single one of 'em.

Heh, almost a curious look to the guy while he goes ahead and undoes the cargo door – Can't blame 'em. It's definitely a sight you gotta see for yourself.

Something makes him freeze all of the sudden though, squinting after the back is only half lifted up and light partially drapes across the protective wrapping and restraints securing the instruments in place. In the corner, in the dark he then realizes are two faint red lights, looking exactly like eyes glowing and staring right back at him.

The one who had followed him to inspect the shipment understandably asks him what the matter is. When he tries to explain – stuttering and trying to point to what he saw – several concerned looks peer in to investigate, only to find nothing out of the ordinary, not even a shadow where the corner had been darkened.

He swears up and down on what he saw, grinding the entire move to a halt as the shipment comes into question – Either there's a demon stowed away, an animal trapped in the truck, or one of these pianos is haunted.

[randallfranks]

2000 - Country Music Memory - Randall Franks and the Hollywood Hillbilly Jamboree on stage (truck bed) for an outdoor concert in Covington, Ga. area. Some among our cast from left, are Randall Franks, Kim Koskela and Barney Miller. Our production has included country, bluegrass, Americana, gospel, blues, jazz, comedy, magic, and TV and movie actors. The show was founded by Ramblin' "Doc" Tommy Scott in 1945 and launched from the Grand Ole Opry. In fact, through its history, many Grand Ole Opry stars appeared on the show starting with Uncle Dave Macon. For 78 years, we keep on rollin'! Copyright 2000 Randall Franks Media: Mary Miller

Find more photo memories in my Randall Franks - Encouragers I, II & III book series at www.RandallFranks.com/store

Also, learn more about my country career at www.RandallFranks.com/Country-Music

#Appalachia #CountryMusic #GospelMusic #IntheHeatoftheNight

[120poundsofsolidusmuscle]

A Preview of my Story, Replica Rodeo

Below is a preview of a TF2 fanfiction up on AO3 that I’ve been working on for a while. It is still in progress and the fourteenth chapter is currently in the works.

SUMMARY:

“After finding the dismembered head of his teammate Spy, Mick Mundy (Sniper) calls upon the RED Team to help figure out "who bloody dunnit". Right when his search seems to be going south, Sniper uncovers a clue that flips their whole perception of who, or rather what, they've been working for the past four years on its head. Friendship amongst men! Dismembered body-part-related drama! Near-Senseless violence! Illegal exprimentation! A myriad of accents excruciatingly written out for all to see! Twelve pages worth of dense, expositionary, prose! Enjoy!”

PROLOGUE

The thing was: 

Not often did the sands of the Badlands turn without the wind—diamondbacks would slink across its surface undetected, then slither back down, into a crevice and back out of sight.  Roadrunners and jackrabbits, also, would skirt across the sand, leaving but a microscopic dent on its surface—Nothing would sway the aeolian dunes.  

 The desert knew its bounds and was content; it kept to itself and proved itself a harsh host to anyone who had unknowingly entered.  

New Mexico, where the Badlands reside, too was a desert—in a sense.  As of 1960 the census declared it had only a little over 90,000 inhabitants—nearly 54,000 less than the population of Jackson, Mississippi that year—the downtown of Albuquerque that of a small neighborhood to the likes of a New York burrow.  Not a soul would come to stay in the desert aside from the occasional band of prospectors or a particularly devoted coal-miner; people only left, went East to Texas, sought new thrills away from the desert’s humdrum.  From these facts stemmed the weariness felt by the Badlands' locals when construction vehicles began to drive the streets of a humble town by the name of Teufort.  

Teufort was, by stereotype, a small town in every aspect:  The town hall was a ten minute walk from the trailer park, the town’s sheriff was childhood friends with the priest, everyone knew anyone you could give a name to, by consequence they were also very inbred and, therefore, all a bit off their rocker.  With the desert as its back door, Tuefort had everything it could need, never needed to change—the construction vehicles that had arrived were out of the scope of most resident’s comprehension.  

That being said, the trucks were not welcome.

Pots and pans and desert stones, anything the people had on them, were thrown at the truck’s vehicles as they passed through.  In reality, the commissioned workers were not after anything in Teufort, only in what the townspeople had left behind.  

As one local recounts: 

They was  jus’  rollin’ in one day, like our ‘ole Tuefort was their house or somethin’!  We was angry, real sore with them folks. I ‘member crotchety ‘ole Darlene done broke every lamp in ‘er house tryna stop that one feller!

[…] Right, right.  Well… In ‘63 that’s when they came.  They claimed the abandoned beef gristle mill as their own, along with that unused blue building right by it.  They stopped comin’ in ‘65, but that’s when all the doctors and agents started to come in.  I’m lucky I still ‘member them faces!  

Nobody knows what happened after that, them lab-coats went into the desert and never came back.  Hm.  ‘Ole Darlene figured they went to live in the mines, anyone who went out dere to see never came back so I figure she must have been right.  

The only thing that ever came after that was that big van.  I reckon they had pris’ners in dere.  My best bet?  Some sort of secret lab, usin’ them lawbreakers as lil guinea pigs.  

Scary to imagine, ain’t it?

But the citizens of Teufort had learned to pay those future distractions no mind.  At that point they had endured five years of vehicular traffic, it was now expected.  Now only a young child would rush outside when it saw a truck coming.  Because of the familiarity that had been built, most people missed the van coming to a stop in (what could be assumed to be) the center of the town.  

CHAPTER ONE

The passenger door opened to reveal a viridian leg, the body of a young woman, no older than twenty-one, followed as she lowered herself out of the car, slipping a little on the loose ground when  she closed the van’s door.  

She was small in stature and wore a simple secretary’s dress, its fabric a trendy purple and its cascade collar viridian, same as her stockings.  She wore no belt, the dress was fitted.  On her feet were a feminine pair of black loafers, her hair, of a similar darkness, was parted down the middle, slicked back, and pulled into a neat roll at her neck.  

With one hand she adjusted her cat eyes, in the other she held a clipboard thick with multiple files.  

“Hi, hello!” She said rather loudly in an attempt to grab the attention of the surrounding townspeople.  Only a few heads turned.  

“OK, good I’ve got your attention,” she continued: “Hi everyone!  How are we all doing?” Her question was met with silent stares.

“Okay… Well I’m doing pretty good too.  Glad to hear it.  Anyway, to talk about how my day is going is not why I’m here. 

“You most likely saw me get out of this sketchy looking van,” she motioned behind her, “and you wouldn’t be to blame for feeling a little apprehensive about the whole me standing here and talking to you,” she was trying to honey her words but it was not succeeding, “Y’know, stranger lady in an ugly purple dress, shouting… you know the drill!  Or maybe you don’t, I’m not sure.

“Again, anyway.  I’ve come to explain all that’s been going on out here for the past several years, I hope you’ve noticed, and also that there may be some changes coming to how you go about your days out here, okay?” 

The small crowd murmured.  

“Alright.  Well, for starters you can call me Miss Pauling, and you may or may not know but this land you're standing on right here is owned by a man by the name of Redmond Mann, in fact I believe he built this town—uh—Teufort!  Teufort.”

Again, she was met with blank stares.  

“Well, in that case…” she opened a folder on her clipboard, “Listen up.

“In exactly one year any land one thousand feet past the chapel will be OFF LIMITS to anyone except authorized personnel. This includes the residents of Teufort, you guys.” 

The crowd stirred. 

After a moment of silence someone spoke: “Well, how will we know where a thousand feet is?”

Miss Pauling replied: “And that is exactly what I was about to get to,” she began to read from a paper, “at one thousand feet past the town’s edge, a barricade will be put up and no one besides authorized personnel will be able to enter without special and specific permission.  If an unauthorized person were to enter the restricted area, such an action will be punishable by death.  Please sign below to confirm that you have read and accepted these terms and will be held accountable for any mal-action you may take. 

“Oh, okay, that brings me to my next point: You guys need to sign these forms for me so that we can’t be brought to court if you decide to trespass.” 

After a moment of silence someone replied: “Uh, lady.  None of us here can read.”

END OF PREVIEW

If this had interested you please consider checking my story out on AO3. I’m fairly new to fanfiction as well as tumblr so any advice regarding promoting it would be greatly appreciated.

[norwegianfriedokra]

Cheers to you, Uncle Mike

Rollin' Strong as a truck With slick braids and eagle ink That Uncle of mine

Rumblin' and rich His voice like a humid 'bama night Cigarette smoke and coffee steam A double wide with a fancy patio Built for his wheels

Memories of days by the pool Crawfish and ice cream Sweet tea, biscuits and grits A sad heart, overflowing

With suffering, and that man Nothing could hold him back! Strong as an ox Fast as he could be, Speeding tickets became notepads

Tall, in my eyes a huge man Filled with pride and strength Doin' his best While fightin' ghosts

Filling his home with greenery And memories of the dinner table Grandma's plates and grandpa's blessing And family

If I ever needed a place To find my heart again Or silence, and comfort

In that home tucked away Once burned and rebuilt By elk herds and salt taffy Or on an ole Aunt hill

Down a winding dirt road Red or graveled That's where he lived Rollin'

[anunvalidcritic]

WATCHMEN (series) EP1

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.) *SPOILER ALERT*

I’ve been meaning to do this show for quite some time now but I was so wrapped up and watching and not commenting on it because it was just that good! But here I am now talking about it and that’s all that matters. Thou this series so far only has 1 season with 9 episode it’s pretty fucking incredible and the cast and crew outdid themselves HANDS DOWN. So anyways I’ll be giving some reactions and thoughts that I have about this episode and the rest to follow as per usual on this blog. Please enjoy {:*) <-- do you get it?}

           It’s Summer and We’re Running Out of Ice

RORSCHACH is one bad motherfucker!

It’s crazy how ppl complain about subtitles now but just think of the ppl that had to watch the scene first and then read what the fuck was being sad smdh.... y’all bitchies got it made in the shade nowadays

“There will be no mob justice today. TRUST IN THE LAW.” - Black Marshall and the young boy

A siren is going off in the distance, the lady on the piano is fucking up now, and some type of bomb seemed to have hit the building wtf is going on is it some type of war?

TULSA 1921

Oh shit!

Racial injustice and public discrimination of African Americans but white members of the KKK...

The AA family of 3 is running for their lives

They meet up with some friends and they’re told that there isn’t enough room in the car. So the father of the young boy insist that they take their son only. 

While telling his son his final goodbyes he gives him a piece of paper. 

Bro that’s fucked up his parents didn’t even have a fucking chance!

There’s a car accident... the man and the woman are deceased and the boy is fortunate enough to be alive...

“WATCH OVER THIS BOY” - written on the paper

There was a fucking infant in the car bro!

All this shit was because a group of ppl didn’t like the success of a minority community coming up and being successful

PRESENT DAY (2019)

Aye that dude was really bumpin’ to that shit

Damn that light is bright as fuck!

lol PANDA must be dick if he didn’t want to talk to him

“It was a Rorschach mask.” - Police Officer

Bro the fucking dialogue going on in this scene while the office is in the car really had me dyin’ (from laughter)

MEMORABLE DIALOGUE

OFFICER - “Panda come on release my weapon.”

PANDA - “Probability of drugs and/or alcohol in the subject’s vehicle?”

OFFICER - “High.”

PANDA - “Probability of firearms and/or explosives in the subject’s vehicle?”

OFFICER - “High.”

PANDA - “What’s your overall perceived threat leave of this?”

OFFICER - “High. Just... buzz me, okay?”

PANDA - “...Stand by...”

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!

PANDA took to fucking long!!!! (PANDA is the type of dude that does things by the book.)

That whole traffic stop had me tense af!

BLACK OKLAHOMA (shit was lowkey lit though)

That beat drop though!

Looks like the boss man is getting called in because of the incident. 

AYE Ol’ COUNTRY BOY FROM HOLES

Listen, man, if you don’t like the show can you at least appreciate the dialogue that the show has to offer?!?!

MEMORABLE DIALOGUE

LOOKING GLASS - “Maybe there was something in the truck he didn’t want found.”

CAPTAIN - “Something like what?”

LOOKING GLASS - “There was a head of lettuce in the Sutton’s car. The shooter must’ve tossed it in. I believe it was Romaine.”

CAPTAIN - “...Were there any croutons?”

LOOKING GLASS - “...Not that I could assertain.”

LOOKING GLASS has the best mask on this show hands down!

It is pretty how the police have to hide their identity from anyone around them. 

The fucking WATCHMEN.... how legendary

Vietnam's a whole fucking state of the USA?!?!?

Is it just me or doesn’t that little boy they keep showing looks like he could be related to the girl that plays X-23?... just me alrighty then...

Why do I feel as if ANGELA is about to traumatize these kids with a story that happened to her?

LOL the way the teacher

“Did Redfordations pay for it?”/”Your bakery... Did you pay for it with Redfordations?” - TOMMY

Idek what Redfordations are yet but that little boy looks racist lol so I’m not surprised he asked her that question. But he played his part so good for him. 

DAMN THE BOY VERSION OF X-23 KNOCKED HIS ASS OVER (his name is TOPHER)

WTF IS THAT?!?! Are those baby squids?!?! They didn’t even live for that long.

ANGELA doin’ her bad bitch walk while being watched by an old man in a wheelchair. 

LADY KNIGHT 

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Of course, PANDA looks like shit!

“Black Oklahoma was delightful.” - CAPTAIN

LOOKING GLASS was right... she not happy about not being contacted when the incident happened.  

“I got a nose for white supremacy and he smells like Bleach.” - ANGELA

That integration pod is pretty cool lookin’

ANGELA got that man right on the nose when picking him. 

... just tell her what she wants to know man!

CATTLE RANCH

Dang, I hope nothing happens to those cows....

Damn so much for hoping the cows would be okay

LADY KNIGHT vs THE CAVALRY

ROFL the way she’s slapping him!

“They're right under you?” - ANGELA..... These motherfuckers are in the sky!!!!!!!

Wow JUDD was really about to risk both of their lives to get those dudes and he’s laughin’ like that shit ain’t nothin’...

alright... we’ve got some nice classical music playing...

Wow naked as a jaybird and has that girl rubbin’ his thigh like this ain’t nothin’ new.

Anniversary.... is a fan of Mariah Carey??? (get it because Mariah Carey refers to her birthday as an anniversary... boujee shit)

Proceeds to eat only a forkful of cake

A play in 5 fucking acts?!?!?!?

BLACK OKLAHOMA is the musical that’s the talk of the town... HAMILTON WHO?!? (jkjkjk)

Y’all I just had an epiphany.... in the musical of Oklahoma the “bad guy” character name is JUDD just like the captain... now Idk if that’s foreshadowing but... it's whatever.... for now 

The animation of that show that’s being played for American Hero Story is so damn good.  

Damn this dude really played himself... his wife suggested that he shouldn’t drive...

I’m sorry but once again I don’t think that scene was necessary but then again ig something needed to be put there for that transition my dudes. (kinda fucked up that they had to do it the closet tho DEAD)

“Is this ANGELA ABAR?... Is your father MARCUS ABAR? Big Oak Tree out on Rollin’ Hill somethin’ you need to see there. I know who you are so don’t wear no goddamn mask.” - WHEELCHAIR MAN

That’s probably the coolest fucking headboard to ever be created.

Wow did he really hang that fucking man??

WHEELCHAIR MAN is the boy that survived the TULSA MASSACRE

A good way to end the first episode with the ICONIC blood splatter.

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All the episodes within the series are at least an hour-long so it’s good to binge it. Once again it’s really an amazing series and since the majority of the American population is under quarantine you might as well spend your time watching a show that has an outstanding production value. 

[spencerwithac]

I’m here to be annoying and tell you to answer all of those unusual asks 😤

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify

is your room messy or clean? 75% clean

what color are your eyes? Blue

do you like your name? why? Yes because why not

what is your relationship status? Single as fuck

describe your personality in 3 words or less. Yes but no

what color hair do you have? Bronde

what kind of car do you drive? color? Black 2015 Chevy Trax

where do you shop? Amazon

how would you describe your style? White trash Gucci

favorite social media account: anything with dick and fart jokes

what size bed do you have? KWEEN

any siblings? No

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? Japan or Canada or somewhere remote

favorite snapchat filter? Yes

favorite makeup brand(s) Yes

how many times a week do you shower? 3ish

favorite tv show? It’s Always Sunny

shoe size? 13

how tall are you? 6′2″

sandals or sneakers? Sandals

do you go to the gym? Not since the corona lime virus killed everything

describe your dream date: hanging out and eating food in some wild nature spot 

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? $0

what color socks are you wearing? None

how many pillows do you sleep with? 1 

do you have a job? what do you do? “Agricultural laborer”

how many friends do you have? Like 1

whats the worst thing you have ever done? Filled the diesel tractor with regular gas at work. Rip. 

whats your favorite candle scent? Peach Bellini or die

3 favorite boy names: Oliver, John Henry, William

3 favorite girl names: Evelyn, ??????

favorite actor? Chow Yun Fat / Danny Devito

favorite actress? Sharon Stone

who is your celebrity crush? Elvira 

favorite movie? The Crow

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? Any random Charles Bukowski book

money or brains? Brains

do you have a nickname? what is it? I don’t think so

how many times have you been to the hospital? Probably a million

top 10 favorite songs: Eddie Murphy - Party All the Time

do you take any medications daily? 4

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) Sunburnt white male

what is your biggest fear? Unhappiness 

how many kids do you want? 0-2

whats your go to hair style? Jewfro

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) Small apartment

who is your role model? Conan the Barbarian 

what was the last compliment you received? “Your hair looks nice” -my mom

what was the last text you sent? Probably something obnoxious to @all-0fme

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? Like 15

what is your dream car? A monster truck

opinion on smoking? Not a fan but go for it

do you go to college? No

what is your dream job? Superhero

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? Rural

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? No

do you have freckles? Yes

do you smile for pictures? No

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 50ish

have you ever peed in the woods? Almost every single day

do you still watch cartoons? Yes

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? McDeezys

Favorite dipping sauce? Sweet n Sour

what do you wear to bed? Boxers and a t-shirt

have you ever won a spelling bee? 2004 Kingsville Elementary Spelling Bee champ right here wuddup

what are your hobbies? Eating food and listening to loud music

can you draw? No

do you play an instrument? Kinda

what was the last concert you saw? None

tea or coffee? H2O

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? Dunkin

do you want to get married? Maybe

what is your crush’s first and last initial? OH

are you going to change your last name when you get married? No

what color looks best on you? Very good question

do you miss anyone right now? Yes

do you sleep with your door open or closed? You think I want monsters coming in to kill me?? Closed

do you believe in ghosts? No

what is your biggest pet peeve? Rude people

last person you called` Mi padre

favorite ice cream flavor? Butter pecan/cookies and cream

regular oreos or golden oreos? DOUBLE STUFFED

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? Rainbow

what shirt are you wearing? plain ole man navy blue shirt

what is your phone background? Henry Rollins

are you outgoing or shy? Shy

do you like it when people play with your hair? Sure

do you like your neighbors? Sure

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? In the shower

have you ever been high? Yes

have you ever been drunk? No

last thing you ate? Potato soup

favorite lyrics right now: “I am what I am, and I am an outcast” 

summer or winter? Winter

day or night? Day

dark, milk, or white chocolate? Milk

favorite month? September 

what is your zodiac sign? Libra

who was the last person you cried in front of? Probably my mom

[uselessalexis165]

tried making some ttte memes (222)

[breezingby]

Don McLean ~ American Pie

A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died

So bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died

I started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned

And while Lennin read a book on Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died

We were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died?

We started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died

He was singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died

And they were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die

They were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye And singin' this'll be the day that I die

(Don McLean wrote the song American Pie as a tribute to Buddy Holly. The lyrics are enigmatic and seem loaded with allusions. What do they mean?)

Link: https://www.theguardian.com/notesandqueries/query/0,5753,-1182,00.html

[kinsbin]

First Dates and Drive Ins

Title: First Dates and Drive Ins Word Count: 4722 Ship: Sharky Boshaw/Queenie [Canon/Self Insert]

Summary: Sharky likes Queenie. He likes her a lot. It’s hard to express that with words, though, even when you’re him. So instead, he decides to gather up some help to set up the perfect movie date for them both. 

Author’s Note: Writing commission for @bumblebeequeenie! Sharky and her are such an OTP and I always enjoy writing for them both! ;w;

The night had to be perfect. Though Sharky rarely worried about such things as ‘perfection’ or ‘cleanliness’, tonight was different. No one could ever truly be perfect, he knew that, but...Queenie was to him. Everything from her smile to her looks sent his heart palpitating beyond a measurable human speed. He had a soft paranoia for a while that it was just the Bliss that caused her to be around him, sending him visions of an all-too perfect woman who would stand by his side and laugh at his jokes. It was the acceptance that she was, indeed, as real as he was that sent him scrambling over to the Deputy. His palms sweaty and his face flushed, as if he had only just realized the entirety of the situation a few moments ago (which he could neither confirm nor deny) the words that fell from his mouth were only a little bit shocking.

“I need y'all's help. It’s important.”

He could see the Deputy’s shoulders rise and fall in the deepest, longest breath of their life. Sharky knew that they were in.

---

“A movie date?”

Xena quirked an eyebrow at Sharky as he laid out his proposal. Her feet propped up against the barstool next to hers, she had been nursing a rum and coke while cleaning a shovel off. The process left a small pile of dried blood and dirt surrounding her on the floor. A shout from Mary about how she was going to clean it up indicated that it wasn’t the most welcome activity in the bar. Sharky balanced on the balls of his feet, shifting back and forth as he anxiously awaited her final decision. Brows furrowed, Xena thought carefully about it as she always seemed to do. The girl was good at thinking things through. Sharky wasn’t sure if that’s what he was excited for in this moment.

“Yeah! You know,” He talked with his hands as he moved them in front to mime out his desires, “Set up a huge tarp! Get an ol’ projector from the dump and fix her up. Find a couple of movies and BAM! Instant drive through, a perfect date, and maybe a kiss or two….Or we’ll have sex I mean-”

“Okay, OKAY.” Xena held out her hands with wide eyes, “I don’t want to think about your dick, dude. I’ll help y'all out. I can get a tarp and some movies for you no problem. You’ll have to go and grab a projector from somewhere else, though.”

Sharky grinned at her, pulling her into an awkward side hug that sent he stumbling from her stool and spilling her drink with a shocked yelp. “You are the BEST friend a man could have, Xeen! When this date gets up and rollin’, I’ll remember to think about you for it all!”

“Yeah,” Xena wheezed while pulling a face to hide the oncoming smile of amusement that threatened to grow against her cheeks, “I’d rather you not. Now let’s go.”

Pushing the man off of her, she grabbed her shovel and approached the Deputy, Sharky in tow as she put on a grin towards the Deputy waiting at the door, “Well? What are we waiting for? Operation ‘Queenie’s Perfect Date’ is a go!”

The Deputy laughed as Sharky’s grin seemed to grow even wider than before. Excitement burned through his veins almost as hotly as his love for the girl this was all for.

---

Queenie sighed as she stood on the front porch of the house she had taken up residence in. Close enough to the main town to be called if she was needed for  a mission but far enough to avoid any light pollution and unwanted guests, the small cottage was an almost perfect fit for her. The sky above slowly began to change colors as the sun set, decorating the world in hues of pinks and yellows. The sheer of twilight coming from the opposite end of the west began to give way to specks of stars and even the moon, in all of her glory, glistened about the darkened line. Cold nipped at its heels, making goosebumps rise on her skin as she watched the night take over.

It was beautiful, but, did little to quell the anxiety slowly seeping into her heart. Xena and Sharky had been gone all day on a mission with the Deputy. Everyone else in town seemed to have one thing or another to do. It left her feeling lonely, missing her friends as they went out on an adventure without her. She was almost hesitant to accept Sharky’s invitation out after they had returned, Xena scurrying off with only a quick ‘hello’ and the Deputy trotting after her. The behavior was strange to say the least, but, she knew her friend was nothing if not honest. If anything was truly going on that she had to worry about, Xena would have told her out of the sheer civic duty of her personality. Sharky had blocked her anyways, babbling on about the day and quickly asking if she was free that evening.

“I wanna show ya something cool that I found-well-me and Rook found actually-but you can only see it at night and it’s really-really uh-Well, somethin’ else!”

Sharky, for all of his humor and pleasantries, was a terrible liar. Queenie couldn’t help but feel slight amusement at the attempt to cover whatever it was he was really up to, and could only nod to play along. Confirming with a soft ‘sure, sounds fun’ she was now waiting, a comfortable outfit of her favorite suspender-dress and shirt on, to be whisked away to what would obviously be more than ‘a really cool thing me and Rook found’.

She was pulled from her momentary reverie when the honkin of a car horn shattered the glass walls of her mind. Focusing back into reality, Queenie stared forward at the pickup truck pulled into her driveway. In the light of her porch, she could just make out Sharky’s familiar silhouette in the driver’s seat, his grin warmer than any sun that would dare continue to shine. It infected her within seconds, sending a soft smile twitching up the corners of her lips as she walked down off the porch and towards the car door.

Hopping into the passenger's seat, she tilted over to give Sharky a soft nudge with her shoulder. A friendly little gesture that placed them in contact and sent a warmth up to Sharky’s face. He hoped with all his heart that it was obscured by the dimming red sunset around them. Tilting his hat back, he gave a soft whistle as she adjusted her seatbelt, “Hot damn, don’t you look good tonight!”

The complement sent pride and flustered embarrassment up her spine. Queenie giggled as she tilted her head and bit her lip, “You think so? I’m glad. Dress to impress, I say!” Though she didn’t say that at all, it was only a half joke.

“You’re always impressive, though! I guess the outfit’s just...a bonus extra impression. Is there a word for that that ain’t negative? Pizazz or something right? Either way, you -uh- you look hot..” His honestly flowed from between his lips without thinking much about it. Like always, he seemed to simply speak how he felt. Every sentence made her smile wider, giggles raking down her shoulders as she tried to hold them back. The tension between them was a warm one, sweet and pinning as they meandered in the space between friends and lovers. Queenie felt hope, a hope for this moment, swell itself up in her chest and yet anxiety stopped her from speaking of it too loudly. There was a fear she was wrong somehow and, if she brought it up and he didn’t feel the same way, it would mean eternal embarrassment and an awkward relationship between them forever.

Still, the thread of laughs and jokes lasted through the ride as they drove off. The roads of the Montana backwoods were rocky with years of forgotten upkeep. Even in a pickup truck built for the hardened terrain, the ride was worse than usual. Queenie held onto the edges of the seat for dear life as the truck rumbled its way through the terrain, further into town. Her eyes cast themselves back and forth curiously, observing the surroundings in an effort to see just what was going on.

“So,” She spoke with a slow curiosity, “Where are we actually going?”

Sharky’s knuckles tightened on the wheel to the truck in surprise, eyes widening as he caught himself through his surprise with a loud cough into his shoulder. Facing her, he couldn’t look her in the eyes as he shrugged. “I dunno what you mean by that,” He denied vehemently, “I told you that Rook and I found something’ that you had to see right? I’m stickin to that.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“I am not lying! Just hiding a bit of what I mean is all.”

“That’s lying,” Queenie laughed, taking a breath as she settled back into her seat while gazing out the window thoughtfully, “Just...promise me it won’t be anything bad, right? I’m not going to have to put myself out from being set on fire or kill any Peggies?”

“First of all,” Sharky held up a single finger with a pout, “Both of those things are RADICAL. Especially when we do them both at once. You can’t convince me otherwise. Secondly-” Another finger held up, awkwardly as it was his index finger and thumb- “I concede that, may perhaps, I have not been entirely truthful with you from the very beginning of this endeavor but, I can also assure you that it ain’t for any ill intent or lying or sacrificing you to any sort of god or would-be-wanna-be gods, Seeds or otherwise. I may also concede that I am most definitely not using the biggest and most articulate sentences I can manage while also driving to distract you from asking more questions until we arrive at the aforementioned destination to which I can show you exactly what I mean-Oh! We’re here.”

The truck came to an abrupt halt, sending Queenie flying forward against her seatbelt as Sharky slammed the breaks. With a huff of surprise, Queenie turned to gaze at him. He gazed back at her, blue eyes swimming with a positive pride that made her heart melt. How he always managed to stay so true to himself was something she admired, if not only in secret or to those also nursing a drink or two at the bar when they can. When they talked, he was always smiling. Always rambling. His hands motioned wildly in front of him as if he were creating a picture and whis words were so unique to each situation (stupid, others called it, but unique to her) that it made the world sparkle in a new way that she hadn’t considered before. It was his perspective, perhaps, that she loved the most about him.

Love? Perhaps it was. She wondered if he felt the same way about her.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Sharky clamber out of the driver’s side of the truck, nearly tripping over his feet in excitement as he reached her side of the car door. The click of the handle coming undone followed by the sound of it opening, creaking out its defense against rusty hinges, sent her reeling from her moment of silence. Turning to undo her seatbelt, she couldn’t help but match the smile on Sharky’s face as he bowed as deep as holding a door open would allow him to and gestured outwards with a flourished motion.

“Ma Damn.” He spoke, butchering the french word with his slick accent. The mispronunciation was nothing short of endeering, however, as Queenie giggled and stepped out of the vehicle gingerly. “Ever the gentleman.” She teased with a raise of her eyebrow as he closed the door behind her and re-adjusted his hat with a laugh, “Only for you, I promise.”

“I’ll keep you to that,” She returned with a hum, “Now, show me where we’re going.”

Sharky held out his hand, for once quiet as he watched her intently. The grin was smaller on his lips as he grew nervous, palms sweating just a bit too much to be safe from and he wondered, briefly, if he should have maybe not offered his hand. Perhaps there was time to take it back. Would wiping it on his pants be too obvious? The terrors of the situation loomed overhead like a foreboding cloud before they were blown away by the breeze of shock that instigated itself within him as they approached the area to which he was bringing her.

There was a mental note to buy Xena and the Deputy some whiskeys after all of this was said and done. Next to him, Queenie sucked in a breath as she gasped in shock at the entirety of the field before her. What once was a simple parking lot, grassy as it was made of dirt, cleared out of cars from where they had once idly stood while townsfolk went about their daily business. The normally yellow grass glowed a soft blue in the light of the fairy lights that hung around nearby fence posts and street lamps. The lamps themselves, dimmed to near invisibility, did not interfered in the aesthetic. In fact they almost added to it as much as the large, draped white screen did.

Set up as if it were a drive in movie, the white canvas was tied tightly to metal shafts, the frame of the entirety of it looked as though it was meant to be there. So seamless in its placement that it was, Queenie wondered if the entire town would be up for keeping this there as a drive in theater. It wasn’t like they needed more than one or two parking lots in town nowadays anyways, with cultists and angels attempting to steal whatever they could when they could sneak into the town borders. The thought of such a thing happening, she had to admit, sent shivers down her spine.

Queenie’s eyes gazed around to take the whole thing. The projector in the distance was manned by a familiar mess of red hair, glasses glittering in the blue lighting. As if sensing the gaze, Xena shrunk back and waved idly before disappearing behind a few boxes that seemed to be stack at her side more for convenience's sake than anything else. Queenie held back a laugh as she focused back on Sharky and the area he had created.

So caught up in her wonderment of the scenery around her, Queenie almost didn’t catch the blanket placed down across the dirt. The generic checkered pattern of a picnic mat was bright against the dark earth. A wicker basket, holding a variety of snack foods, rested at a slightly askew angle. The scent of sweetened kettle corn buffeted her olfactory senses as it made itself known amongst the variety of candies that found themselves a comfortable crevice as well. Her heart warmed to see it as well as the small bouquet of flowers resting comfortably inside a clear vase, their various yellow and pink hues shone in contrast to the various blues of the glowing light. The sun had since set officially, letting a lingering overlay of aesthetic against the whole site.

“Sharky,” Queenie found herself breathing out his name in awe, “This is...so beautiful...Did you set all this up for...me?”

Sharky grinned, lips curled upwards as his chest puffed out with pride at her gaze. A hand reached up to rub the back of his neck, averting his eyes towards the massive screen with a sheepish laugh. There was no unsureness in his tone, for Sharky was a very sure man, but there was nervousness. A hint of awe seemed to settle within his own voice as he gestured with his free hand over to the setup before speaking:

“Of course I did! Well, I mean, I got some help and initiated the assistance of some of our other compadres. But it...it was all for us. I mean for you-mostly for you-but I uh. Look-” there was a pause as he took a deep breath, putting his hands together before gesturing to her with a soft blush threatening to coat his cheeks, “I’m not a man of few words. In fact, I am a man of a lotta words, so, I’m gonna use that talent to get this out in the air to ya, Queenie. I-well-I like you. A lot. Like, a fuck ton lot more than I think I’ve ever really like any other friend or girl I’ve been with. More than I like blastin peggies and angels and-well, yeah, you get my point there. I like you. That was the point. And if this wants to make you walk away or kick me in the balls, I get that too! I mean it’ll hurt like a bitch but I’ll get it more or less I just-wanted to make somethin’ nice for ya to surprise you and maybe...have it be our first...sorta official date if you’ll have it.”

He sounded like a high schooler confessing to his crush for the first time. His arms were shaky with the effort of keeping his train of thought going in the correct direction. Sharky’s attempt at not rambling showed Queenie just how much he truly meant this. How much he truly loved her. The confession along with the setup sent the final sparks flying through her mind and a smile spreading across her lips. Reaching out, she touched his hand with her own. Startling, Sharky looked up at her with wide eyes. She felt her heart melt at his gaze as she reached out to peck his lips. It was a soft, timid half-kiss that left him speechless for once in his life. Her touch lingered on him as she pulled him forward. As they made it closer to the blanket, she sat down on it and brought him down with her, smile shy but approving as she did so.

“...I like you too, you know,” She spoke at last, “And there isn’t anyone I’d rather enjoy something like this with...so...I guess my answer is yes.”

Yes...Sharky felt as though he should be waking up from a dream. Pulling himself out of his mind so that he could go about his daily routine as if he hadn't ever had the courage to pull something like this off though. He did have the courage though and, with help, he managed to pull it off. Everything was perfect and, what was more, Queenie had said yes. His heart fluttered before the beat turned into a rhythm, sending shockwaves of awe that showed themselves off in the form of a grin across his lips.

“R-really?” He didn’t believe it even as he sat down next to her. Through the ground underneath was still rough and unpleasant, the blanket provided maximum coverage against the element. The honest question made Queenie laugh, her gaze appreciative over his form as she reached out and took his hand in hers with a nod of affirmation, “Really.”

Just as she had spoke, the soft ‘click’ of a recorder seemed to echo from behind them. A whirr of machinery filled the empty lot and, soon, the screen before them was flooded with light. The start of a horror movie, its interlude crescendo loud but distinctly 80s, flooded their eardrums and made them startle. Looking up, Queenie’s gaze lit with excitement as she reached around for the popcorn between them, throwing a few kernels into her mouth and scooting the basket over in favor of sitting up close and next to Sharky. For a moment he only froze, unsure of exactly how to hold her in the situation they were in. Then he remembered her words and reassurance. Slowly, ever so slowly, his arm found it around her shoulders and he was tugging her close to him with a grin across his face.

The movie was as funny as it was gory. The protagonist shot off witty one-liners as if they were a fine wine. Sharky couldn’t stop his rough and loud laughters from echoing as he pointed at the screen and made comments. Queenie, likewise, laughed through popcorn as she joined in, the banter between them filling up the noiseless forest just as much as the video was. Their conversation eased away the gory horror of the flim and amplified the comedy. Jumpscares were resulted in Queenie flying into Sharky’s arms, where he held her with a hearty laugh and joke to ease away whatever fears occured.

Her breath on his collar bone warmed his body in more ways the one, his heart thumping harsh in his chest as she saddled up to him stubbornly. Her sighs of relief once the gore was over flitted on his face and, for a moment, Sharky could not help but bury his nose in her hair and inhale the scent of her warm shampoo and perfume. There was a scent so unique to her that it could not be mistaken for anything or anyone else. Sharky was sure that, in a crowd of peggies and townsfolk alike, he would be able to find her in the darkest of nights. In the murkiest of depths or twisted backwoods, he would find her.

“You’re thinking about something?” Queenie’s question was gentle.

“Huh? What? No-yeah-” Sharky laughed, “What gave me away?”

“You stopped talking midway through your sentence,” She laughed and snuggled up closer, “Are you alright?”

“I,” He swallowed, “I was just thinking about what I’d do for you, is all. Because, I dunno if you know this but...I think I’d end up doing a lot of things for you.��

It was Queenie’s turn to blush this time, her face heated red even in the light of the movie playing on. As the ending approached, the mood seemed to turn away from lightheartedness and into something more serious...but not unwelcome. It was a moment of vulnerability he offered and she accepted in return. She adjusted herself so that she was sitting on his lap. Sharky kept his arms around her hips so that she wouldn’t fall or lose her balance, his eyes wide with the closeness. Only in his fantasies had she ever been this close. The feeling gave him hope and her body warmth. When she spoke, he listened intently. Hung up on her every word as if it were a prayer, his gaze never left her lips.

“Sharky,” She spoke his name as if it were a relief to say it outloud, “Tonight has been...amazing. It’s the most any guy has ever done for me and...I think it’s more than enough. I’m not looking for a knight in shining armor or anything like that...I just...want someone who will do this with me. Watch movies, laugh a lot...Kiss me like they mean it…”

Sharky picked up on the flirtatiousness of her tone. The way her arms wrapped around his neck  to pull him closer. He swallowed, in awe of the woman before him, but recovered quickly. It was now or never and he knew it. Wasting no more time, he reached out with one hand to cup her face. Her cheek was soft and warm with her blush as he brought her forward to place a fierce, passionate kiss against her lips.

He kissed her with his body. He poured his heart into the movements of his mouth against hers, biting her lip and shivering as she gasped into his mouth. Arms tightened around his neck, bringing him closer and his free hand held onto her hip while they tasted one another with their tongues. She tasted like kettle korn with mint and he tasted like tobacco and skittles. Neither minded nor cared just what flavor they held, only that it was each other’s. Somewhere in the background the film ended and the shutter of the last frame of old tape clattered to the end of the recorder, its stray piece of film fluttering as the machine whirred somewhere in the distance. Cicadas echoed from the forest but not even their serenade was enough to pull them from one another.

His stubble was rough on her chin but in the best way possible. Queenie felt the high of lightheaded makeout sessions hit her like a bullet train several moments into the act. When the pulled away, she felt her face warm up with the effort of keeping herself still. Sharky’s hands were on her hips and ass, holding tightly as if she were a lifeline to reality. When she looked in his eyes, they bore deep into hers. Normally lighthearted blue eyes were darkened now with lust and seriousness. His lips were as swollen as hers were and, she thought, it was a nice look on him. One of almost keening desperation to be seen as serious. To see him like this and taking the situation the way he was told her everything to know about his love for her and, she thought, she may just cry over it.

“I love you,” His voice was shaky but meaningful, “And if it takes somethin’ greater than a theater and a kiss to prove it, I’d lasso the whole moon down for ya. Set a pile of peggies burning in a field to spell your name. I, of course, will take a kiss or two like that again if that’s what it’ll take too but-” He managed to grin, “-I think most guys would.”

Queenie rolled her eyes, reaching out to push the brim of his hat over his eyes. When he chortled out with shock, she removed herself from him to stand up. Dusting her jumper off, Queenie watched Sharky readjust his hat and stand at her side with a huff. Her arms were around him again, hugging him to drink his warmth from his body as she sighed.

“I love you too...Thank-you. For what you said and for what you’ve done...I...can only hope I can do that much for you too.”

He hugged her back, arms large and trapping her but she felt safe between them, “You do that much just by existing how you do, sweetheart...Now! How’s about another movie? I got us, like, three of them so-”

She reached up to kiss him again, just hitting his lips on the tips of her toes and giving him a wry smile, “Or,” Her words were soft as she spoke up, “We could go back to my place and finish it off there? My bed’s more comfortable than the ground…”

There was a pause as he processed her words. A tick and then two...And then he grinned after understanding her meaning. Sharky practically vibrated with delight as he nodded, coughing behind his hand, “Uh-Yeah yeah. I think that is an insanely better plan and, from now on, I vote that you come up with all the plans for us ever in the history of us being together forever. Because that? Great plan.”

As he talked, she listened. She laughed. Queenie took his hand and pulled him forward towards the truck they had arrived in and hopped in her passenger's seat. Sharky all but tripped to the driver’s seat and, once in, he leaned over to kiss her again. Despite his eagerness, the kiss was slow and warm. A sweet moment to savor their official first night together as a couple that would be ingrained in his memory for the rest of his years. Kissing her sent electricity down his spine and a smile up his lips.

As he pulled away and started the truck, Sharky felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time. A hope, of sorts, that things would be okay. That life, despite the hell of Hope County they lived in, would get better than what it was.

And it would because, well, she was the girl he loved, after all.

There was nothing wrong with that.

[mercurialsounds]

Music Favorites: July 2018

Songs

BROCKHAMPTON - 1999 Wildfire, 1998 Truman, 1997 Diana

Sports - Don’t Tell Me, Shiggy (ft KeithCharles), No Pressure 

George Clanton - Dumb

Amour Glamour - Ooch Ooch

Inner Wave, Banes World - Whoa

Lontalius - That Includes You 

Mereba - Black Truck

Austenyo - Personova 

JABS - Moments

Tyler Burkhart - Sad airplane 

Sen Morimoto - People Watching

LUCKI, Thouxanbanfauni - 2nd Place

Mosie - Oh! Frenchy

Joyce Manor - Million Dollars To Kill Me

Triathalon - Courtside 

Slow Hollows - Selling Flowers

IDLES - Samaritans 

Orion Sun - Antidote

Elley Duhé - WAY DOWN LOW

Active Bird Community - Baby It’s You 

Albums 

Enjoy - Small Car Big Wheels (Grand Ol’ Opry Bitch, Target Feeling)

SALES - Forever & Ever (All These Things, Moon Dogs)

The Internet - Hive Mind (La Di Da, Look What U Started)

Buddy - Harlan & Alondra (Shamless (ft Guapdad 4000), Trippin’ (ft Khalid))

Ryan Beatty - Boy In Jeans (Haircut, Party’s Over)

Santigold - I Don’t Want: The Gold Fire Sessions (Coo Coo Coo, Valley of the Dolls)

Phantastic Ferniture - Self-Titled (Uncomfortable Teenager, Fuckin ‘n’ Rollin)

EPS

joan - porta (stop and stare, love somebody like you)

Kiana Ledé - Selfless (Shame (ft Blackway), Wicked Games)

Ama Lou - DDD (Tried Up, Wire)

PLAYLIST

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Now Playing on DylanRadio.com: Watching The River Flow by Bob Dylan from 2002-10-30 St Paul, MN

What's the matter with me, I don't have much to say, Daylight sneakin' through the window And I'm still in this all-night cafe. Walkin' to and fro beneath the moon Out to where the trucks are rollin' slow, To sit down on this bank of sand And watch the river flow. Wish I was back in the city Instead of this old bank of sand, With the sun beating down over the chimney tops And the one I love so close at hand. If I had wings and I could fly, I know where I would go. But right now I'll just sit here so contentedly And watch the river flow. People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah, Makes you stop and all wonder why. Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street Who just couldn't help but cry. Oh, this ol' river keeps on rollin', though, No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow, And as long as it does I'll just sit here And watch the river flow. People disagreeing everywhere you look, Makes you wanna stop and read a book. Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street That was really shook. But this ol' river keeps on rollin', though, No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow, And as long as it does I'll just sit here And watch the river flow. Watch the river flow, Watchin' the river flow, Watchin' the river flow, But I'll sit down on this bank of sand And watch the river flow.

[sorrowful--owl]

I am now watching Jeepers Creepers 3 on the SyFy channel. So can the truck move on itself?? Does this take place between the first and second one??

apparently they cut out a lot of good bits(a lot of the gore and what not) to show on tv since it was too long, so it’s not gonna b the best so my grandma tells me since she watched it on syfy when they first showed it..

This movie takes place between the first and second since it’s like... literally just a little bit after the end of the first one (since I’m sure Creeper wouldn’t just leave his car there for however long right by pOLICE he protective af over that stuff man)

And I think it sort of can, if Creeper is perhaps beside it/on it (they see him rollin’, they hatin’). I know a lot of his stuff reacts to flesh too,(reason why the spear fuckin shot out of the back and pinned the hat and the damn spikes closed nearly on the cop’s arm) so it can be possible the truck has a sort of ‘mind of it’s own’ sort of deal going on for it. And Creeper is a very paranormal being -- just his presence alone can stop a windmill from turning (like how in the first at the cat lady’s house the big ol’ wing thing stopped moving) and who knows if the things he touches can actually be a bit more... active. Course he has had this truck for years so over time it too has possibly developed a sort of paranormal feature.

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16 & Growing

“Well I don’t want to live anymore 

but I’m too scared to die

And it’s not like I’m gonna

cry about it so I drank all night

I just want to get drunk

I just want to be stoned

I just want some good luck

I can’t stand this place anymore

No, I can’t stand this house

I can’t stand all the people

Who all go around this town

Runnin’ their mouths and flashin’ their cash and shakin’ their ass

I just want to play my guitar….”

These lyrics were born from emotions I don’t think most 16 year olds experience, or maybe they do. I can remember the exact moment when I was laying on my back.. on my bed.. in that basement in Winchester, Missouri.. with my guitar laying across me while I picked along and sang these words out-loud for the first time. I remember the feeling of dry tears on my face while I sang along and wondered if there was anyone else in the world who felt the way I did. I mean, were there other people who didn’t want to live anymore but were too scared to die? I remember feeling like such a coward. A very lonely coward.

To be any one.. at any age.. and to be in that state of mind is something I would never wish on my worst enemy. It was an internal torture room. To feel so uncomfortable in your own skin, in your own existence. To have no confidence in your present or your future. No hope. At that point in my life, emptiness was as much a part of me as the color blue is a part of a rainbow. That was how beaten down I was by the time I was 16 years old. I wish when I looked back on the way I felt and the way I reacted I could chalk it up to hormones, but that would be first off cliche and second off a lie. 

“I was born deep down south

And I grew up in Missouri

Where the grass is always green

And the hills are always rollin’

Well I got sick of my home town so I

Took a ride out west

I came across

Mountains in Montana

And a sky that never ends

Now I’m movin’ forward with my 

Guitar in my hand

I’m still gettin’ high, travelin’ and livin’ off of the land

All I want to do is

Live my life

Maybe play my tunes

I don’t need to be famous

But there’s nothin’ that I’d rather do

Than sit on my ass

Drinkin’ a glass of that Tennessee whiskey

Singin’ songs about ridin’ my horses

And drivin’ my truck

And playin’ this old

Fender guitar…..

I know it probably won’t 

Get me very far

But as long as I’ve got my big ol’

Four wheel drive, these reins, and these six strings 

I’m satisfied

Settin’ here 

Gettin’ drunk

Gettin’ stoned

I just keep on truckin’

Playin’ this old

Fender guitar….”. 

I remember the day I finished this song. I was a Freshman in college sitting in my dorm room that smelled of youthful inspiration and freshly used saddle pads [I was an equestrian- major my first year of undergrad]. 

When I moved to Montana I felt something I never had before. It was like I could breathe for the first time in my fucking life. I was getting a chance at a life much different from the shit-show I had endured for the eighteen years I had to show at that time. All of those years feel like almost a bad dream that’s intangible from my life today. [Well, that is until I get on the phone with my mom.. or my sister.. or my step dad. Then it becomes a little more tangible……. There’s reasons I haven’t been “home” for almost two years]. 

Home. Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines home as “a place where something normally or naturally lives or is located”. I’m not going to claim to have ever felt normal but never have I felt more natural in a place than I have while living in the state of Montana. It only makes sense to me that I wound up here. We were meant to be together, Montucky.