#pip's musings

[cashandandrogyny]

phil not wanting to walk up the hill is so hypocritical of him considering what he said about sisyphus

[its-leethee]

@thrandilf: someone who can draw should draw pip here me, not stopping to ask words like "can" or "should": it is done.

[everything-is-as-it-was]

Muse's Resistance poster on Charlie Spring's wall not a minute into the new heartstopper season oh Alice Oseman is a PHANNIE phannie huh

[thefutureastronaut]

this cursed photo from the pumpkin carving is my fall themed phone background for this year ty dan

@danielhowell

[pinofdnp]

honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

[leaozinho]

Things Aslan probably said at some point, part 2 - with @pips-plants

[evermorepeyton]

my second drawing ever on my phone lol im going to try to get better at this in the future i promise

trixie mattel on her brat era + sister daniel 💚

[becameundone]

ANCHORAGE TASK 09 / HALLOWEEN COSTUME

FEATURING…TOMO KATSUMURA as PIPS (f.erngully: the last rainforest)

( an important note about this costume is that tomo will be wearing a coat over it for a lot of the evening but, because he went out of his way to buy fancy, pricey fairy wings, he has to wear a backless coat so he doesn't ruin them. if, at any point, you see him looking very cold, please don't say anything. you think he'd have learned something from last halloween's little bout of hypothermia... )

[in-the-pocket]

Pippa had always been chicken shit when it came to auditions and performances. Something about the concept of ' performing ' for people, giving them a show, made her eyebrow twitch. In her younger years, she took performance to mean performative and disingenuous. Frivolous and unnecessary.

It was only with age that she learned her performances could indeed be genuine, unique and necessary. She gave life to pieces that hadn't been heard for ages and also add flair and dynamics to common, household tunes. Pippa made people appreciate music. She made them really listen and although half the artistry was actually watching her play, she encouraged people to close their eyes and focus on the sounds.

Her last performance on a stage under hot lights was one she’d remember for a long time. She’d hated it. And still does.

The older man who broke her heart shot her a sickly condescending smirk when she arrived to the venue early, as usual. Her drums were off to the side, behind the upright basses. Pippa’s fellow rhythm backbone members had been shifted over closer to the ensemble. She was in clear view of the crowd, the kit turned slightly off to the side. They’d see her hands move across the toms and the cymbals.

A show. A visual show. Tonight’s performance wasn’t even about her. It was about Richard, the alto sax player. His chops would be showcased tonight with a spread of songs highlighting his parts. He had recently announced his departure to a far away country to marry the love of his life. This was supposed to be his show.

She opened her mouth to protest but the man had closed the gap between them quickly, grabbing a fist full of her red curls. He was messing them up. She’d taken hours to diffuse them. He always ruined it.

“This is my ensemble, you hear me?” he hissed into her face. She kept quiet, tried to hide her trembling lip. “I decide.”

And just as quickly as he grabbed her, he let her go. The thick fingers that used to caress her body softly brushed the frizz he’d caused away. He smiled. “You’ve always been a good girl like that, right, Belt? You always listen. Don’t ruin that streak.”

That night she played with more physical flare than she cared for. Arms floating between downbeats, bouncing legs to keep time, nodding to seem locked in. She kept her eyes closed to cage in the tears. She didn’t need to look at the man to know her rests, silent pockets, soft dynamics, high dynamics. That itself was a show for people. An unintentional one on her part.

Pippa could feel every set of eyes on her instead of Richard. She knew Richard felt it too. His playing was damp, tame, not retirement show worthy. The man liked Richard a lot, actually. He did this to hurt her. That realization made her sick to her stomach. Richard would never know it wasn’t her idea. She was young and pretty and talented, of course she’d want to be the center of attention, right?

Pippa didn’t say goodbye to Richard after the show. She took apart her set as quietly as she could and moved it back to its original place in the back.

It was cold that night. She didn’t button her coat. A drink sounded like a good idea. Very much needed. The alcohol would warm her from the inside out, the way her heart should be.

If only she knew her commute home would destroy her even further. If she did know, she’d walk carefully down those stairs to prevent the fall. She’d waddle carefully to the yellow caution line of the platform. And when the screeching of wheels started, she’s shake her head, lose her balance, and fall.

That, would be better than screws and rods in her hand. Because once they came out, things weren’t the same.

[canary-in-a-vault]

TOP FIVE SONG ASSOCIATIONS

[REPOST- DON’T REBLOG!]

1: Don’t Let The Stars Get In Your Eyes- Perry Como

Don't let the stars get in your eyes, Don't let the moon break your heart. Love blooms at night, In daylight it dies , Don't let the stars get in your eyes , Or keep your heart from me , For some day I'll return And you know you're the only one I'll ever love

[ this song first appears when Lucy first shows up but I feel… so powerful about it. She’s a dreamer. I also have a head cannon that Hank liked to…sing this.. to her… as a child… totally not horrible implications here :))]

2: All-American Bitch- Olivia Rodrigo:

And I am built like a mother and a total machine, I feel for your every little issueI know just what you mean, And I make light of the darkness, I've got sun in my motherfucking pocket, best believe, Yeah, you know me. I Forgive and I forget, I know my age and I act like it, Got what you can't resist, I'm a perfect all-American-

[ Lucy MacLean, raised to be the best America has ever had to offer. The perfect representation of the working spirit, the perfect all American bitch.]

3: Lone Star- Jerry Burnham:

Cattle in the old coral the open range all 'round, Sunlight and the smell of new mown hay, I remember though I've wanted and much happiness I've found, Still I wish that I could be back there today.

I know my home is waiting for me by the river shore, I know that all the ones I love would welcome me once more, In dreams I see them now though it seems I'm bound to roam, My thoughts are still of Texas and of home

[ she misses home!!! She misses home!!!! ]

4: Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds- The Beatles:

Picture yourself in a boat on a river, With tangerine trees and marmalade skies, Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, Towering over your head, Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, And she's gone

[girl I’m worried about her radiation levels]

5: Pistol-Packin’ Mama - Bing Crosby.

Oh, singing songs in a cabaret, Was I having fun ,Until one night it didn't seem right, And now I'm on the run.

Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, Lay that pistol down. Pistol packin' mama, Lay that pistol down.

Oh, pistol packin' mama, Lay that pistol down

[the song that’s the basis for my blog!!!! I love this tune, it feels very in line with Lucy MacLean and her fathers betrayal and how she KEEPS GETTING FUCKED OVER. SHE HAS THAT PISTOL. ]

If you are interested, I have a playlist for Lucy MacLean on my Spotify! Happy Wastelanding and remember! Don’t loose your head!!!

[ Tagging: @brothersteelknight @armageddonpitchman @atcmicqueens (this is no obligation, and if anyone sees this and wants to do it , go for it!! ]

[angelicgentleman]

Pip Pirrup

What kind of villain are you?

Calmly Evil

you chose your path fully aware of what it entails. you're the suave villain, unflappable, smooth as silk. you're capable of cruelty without breaking your facade, and live with the consequences without hesitation. when you die, you're surprised. through all of your planning and posturing, you had forgotten that you too were mortal. but even as life slips through your fingers, you manage that smile. that same smile.

tagged by; @flameandindifference

tagging; @paleontaxi and whoever wants to do it!

[cashandandrogyny]

Not to be fucking dramatic but I need someone to save me like Phil saved Dan

[southpark-trashfactory]

Crazy how both Timmy and Pip are 6ft tall British twinks who are into Alt. Music

Only difference being Timmy being into death metal and Pip being into emo music

Oh and Timmy actually having friends, I guess.

[everything-is-as-it-was]

This is a phannie lookin-ass Spotify wrapped 😭😭😭 I can never escape

[banned-for-horny]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BANNED you're very cool and I hope your day goes well!!

thank you

[pinofdnp]

we are losing control !!