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341: The Waitresses // Wasn't Tomorrow Wonderful?

Wasn't Tomorrow Wonderful? The Waitresses 1982, Polydor

The Waitresses were such a peculiar project: considered a borderline novelty band based on their two hit singles (no wave-y stripper anthem “I Know What Boys Like” and wondrous ska noel song “Christmas Wrapping”), their membership connects dots between the ‘70s Akron scene (Devo, Tin Huey), Television, the Psychedelic Furs, and John Zorn, and featured an actual waitress on lead vocals. Said waitress, Patty Donahue, was a true natural at the post-punk sprechgesang thing. For other singers, a flat affect was often a way to mask shyness or to de-emphasize the vocalist’s personality. Donahue was cool enough to simply be herself up there, sarcastic, fabulous, smart, and messy. She makes the lyrics sound so natural you assume she’s basically singing her diary—which is why not a day goes by without some bright young woman, who’s felt utterly seen by a song like “No Guilt,” giving a startled “Oh!” at the realization the very much male Chris Butler wrote all the words.

Their debut Wasn’t Tomorrow Wonderful? is often nearly as prog as it is punk (try to follow the zig-zagging “Quit” or “Heat Night”), the songs crammed with wild hairpin tempo changes and skronky bridges that somehow still sound like something you might hear playing over the PA at the grocery store. They need all that busy-ness to accommodate Butler’s absurdly verbose lyrics, which have the respect for meter of a jazzy spoken word recital (so none, I mean). The musicians need to really have their working boots on to keep this stuff feeling poppy, but for the most part they nail it with panache.

And those lyrics! I can think of few albums as legitimately clever as this one, even forty years on. Donahue’s glib performance of a young woman getting her shit together on “No Guilt” could describe any number of girls I knew in college and, from what I glean from social media anyway, still works for the present generation. And truly, today’s assembly line of singer-songwriters trying to score clout by writing the most withering lowercase boy-bye diss (see Kara Jackson’s damp “therapy” for one) wish they could do what Butler does with “Jimmy Tomorrow.” The potshots are sparkling (“There's nothing that's wrong with me / That money can't cure / But I don't want to be somebody else's / Learning experience / Some rich kid's way to spend his allowance”), but Butler understands that the woman in the story’s more intriguing than the bad ex, and by keeping her the focus of the monologue he finds both a pithy diagnosis of her social ailments (“It's what happens when your choices / Are narrowed to fashion or violence”) and her emotional ones (“I guess I set impossible goals / And I don’t know when to quit / Is that it?”). On an album with no ballads and little sentimentality, Donahue’s vocal finds something really resonant in these lines, even as the band absolutely goes off behind her. But for the Waitresses, angst was always best used as a springboard for a brilliant punchline, and they end the album with an all-timer: “My goals? / My goals are to find a cure for irony and make a fool out of God.”

The band didn’t last long (two LPs and an EP), and it’s not clear whether their very specific brand of schtick could’ve survived the transition from new wave to alternative rock without losing its dazzle. But Butler and Donahue deserve to be mentioned when the all-time great lyricist/vocalist tandems are discussed, because like a good kitchen / front of house pairing, they make a very complex business look seamless.

341/365

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happy golden birthday to my mf muse

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miss donahue and miss morrow...

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just.. gal pals..

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Scouting out an abandoned, Titan infested village

Tanner: *nudges Jean* Doesn't that titan over there kind of look like Connie?

Jean: oh shit, you're right

Connie: excUSE ME???

Keegan: *turns around and coldly staring at Tanner and Jean*

Tanner: *stammering and panicking* oh fuck- sorry, we'll focus on the mission sorry cap-

Keegan: *without changing her expression* honestly it looks more like Jean to me

Poppy and Rhys in the background *stifled laughs*

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friday - 9:03 pm

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Who is a sim {or multiple} by someone else that will always have a special place in your heart? Thought it was a fun question. Have a good day! 💌 (idk if you got this already, but i'm stealing it from ayanna anyway, so—!)

oi yoiyoi, I knew this was missing in. my drafts >:( Also, disclaimer, I suck at staying up to date with stories so this like is SHORT.

YOU have the most amazing, wonderful, brilliant simbs and all their little personalities are just *chefs kiss* This being said, hands down Alf will always be my favorite. I just love that Man.

I really enjoy @marigolde 's stories and characters as well - everyone in their stories are there for a reason. no one seems to just be floating by - and while as a writer ik that maybe it may not seem that way to ones self, I just gotta give props while I can. In short : Joseph. I also really like Sancho but I’m not caught up so ;-;

I recently read The End of January by @sadb0ysims and it was, in relation to other stories, so small, but it made me feel so much. Tis Inspiring. So obviously, Poppy Donahue.

All characters by my lovely friend @warwickroyals are so well thought out. If they wanted to write and publish a novel it would be an instant NYT Best Seller. Anyways..... Phillip and Jean. Equally. Also I love Courtney. I wanna hug her. Teen Courtney deserves a hug and someone to tell her she’s a good sim, In My Humble Opinion.

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Honeydew

Poppy and Casteel attend a banquet with several important members of court, and Casteel decides to be innapropriate at the worst time.

Written May 24, 2021

The banquet hall was filled with people from all across Atlantia, coming to celebrate the Queen’s coronation, a year after it actually happened. The War of Two Queens, as all had taken to calling it, had been brutal and had lasted what felt like forever despite the real fighting ending after a little less than three months. Apparently when you had the gods on your side, war ended much more quickly.

Poppy swept through the hall, her deep green and golden embellished gown making a delightful swishing noise as she walked. Her subjects stopped and bowed as she passed, and she nodded, still a little uncomfortable with the whole bowing thing, but too hungry to take the time to encourage all of them to stand.

Kieran walked a foot or two behind her, surveying the large room as if on guard duty. Her real guards were a couple steps behind her Royal Advisor, looking at every newcomer as if they were a potential threat. Poppy glanced at Delano, who was eyeing a blonde-haired man as if he were holding a knife to her throat. She rolled her eyes, but didn’t attempt to stop him. She’d already tried several times and it never worked.

The room had gone considerably quieter, and though her guests still murmured occasionally to one another, all eyes were on her. Poppy was rather proud of herself that she managed not to squirm under their gaze.

She eventually made it to the head table at the back of the hall, which raised on a platform, a couple feet in the air. Casteel and several other noblemen were all waiting to take their seats. Apparently, it was custom in Atlantia for the most powerful ruler to enter the room last, and no one was allowed to take their seats or start dining until the ruler announced the start of the feast. Several days ago, she’d tried to convince her husband to enter with her, finding it ridiculous that the Royal Advisor was supposed to walk by her side, but not the King. Casteel, of course, had ardently refused, saying that it was her big entrance, and she should own it or whatever. She’d agreed, only because she knew she would get nowhere no matter how much she protested, but that didn’t mean it made any sense.

Her footsteps echoed throughout the room, and Poppy inwardly cringed at how loud they sounded in the silence. She took the steps as quickly as she could without tripping in the heels she had been given to wear. She’d practiced walking up these steps in the raised shoes too many times to trip now.

When she reached her seat, Casteel pulled it backwards, the loud scrape of the wooden legs across the floor practically deafening. Her husband, sensing her anxiety, took her hand in his callused one, and gave her a supportive smile. Poppy smiled back, but even though she couldn’t see it, she could feel how strained the expression was. Cas responded with a quick kiss to her temple, and then dropped her hand stepping back towards his seat.

Poppy cleared her throat and raised her voice, “Let the feast begin.”

Immediately, much of the stress drained out of her. Having to speak to such a large crowd had always been one of her biggest anxieties, and having that part over and done with left a feeling of euphoric relief.

Casteel grasped her hand again, and Poppy realized that she was still standing. She sat down so quickly that she almost missed the chair altogether. She blushed and pulled the seat closer to the table, settling into the surprisingly comfortable cushion.

Conversation resumed again, and servants poured out from all sides of the room to uncover dishes and offer other treats that weren’t set out onto the table. Poppy reached for a plate of ham but was beaten to it by Kieran who speared the two pieces she had been going for on his fork.

“Really, Kieran?”

Kieran looked up from the piece of ham that was halfway to his mouth and raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

Poppy just shook her head, returning to her plate which had apparently already been heaped with different meats, fruits, and other assorted foods that she liked. And cheese. Lots of cheese.

“Is that enough?” Casteel asked, his plate still empty. He was probably waiting to serve himself until she was satisfied.

“How much do you think I eat?” Poppy replied, scooping some potatoes onto her fork, “Yes, Hawke, this is more than enough.”

The chocolate and berries taste swelled as it did every time Poppy called him that. And so did the smoky taste of arousal. But, that was ever-present around her, so it wasn’t much of a surprise.

He chuckled and started to serve himself, but saved the best pieces for someone else. Probably her. It was unlikely he’d bother saving anything for Kieran.

“Your Majesty?”

Poppy turned her head, quickly swallowing the chunk of cheese she’d stuffed in her mouth, and searched for the source of the voice. Her eyes landed on a rather stout man with Atlantian eyes and graying brown hair. Lord Donahue if she remembered correctly. She really hoped she did. There had been no embarrassments so far this evening, and she would’ve liked to keep it that way.

“Yes, Lord Donahue?” If she had gotten his name wrong, he didn’t correct her. “Your Majesty, I was wondering if now would be a good time to discuss the building of healing centers throughout smaller towns?”

“Yes of course,” Poppy set down her fork and turned her attention to the Atlantian, “What is it you would like to discuss.”

It was easy to get lost in the conversation, as it was something that was quite important to Poppy. She had been the one to come up with this particular project after learning that several smaller communities in Atlantia didn’t have access to the medical care that those who lived in Evaemon or any of the much bigger cities did. It was something that would be needed across the kingdom, especially after the war, with all the soldiers who had come home injured and in need of constant care. She had become rather passionate about the cause, and did most of the work herself, though she was forced to bring in Casteel or Kieran occasionally to help run numbers. Math was not one of her strong suits. Mostly though, they were a supportive presence, answering any question she had and helping with anything she needed them to.

Lord Donahue’s questions, thankfully, were ones she had answered a million times before. Repetitive, yes, but a lot easier than answering the difficult logistics questions several of the Treasurers often had.

Poppy ended up mostly tuning out of the conversation, and paying more attention to what was around her than the answers she was reciting from memory. Kieran was already through his fourth piece of ham, and was reaching for another one, but was slapped away by Casteel. Her husband was barley half-way through his plate, paying more attention to her conversation with Lord Donahue than she was.

Just then, a servant walked by carrying a bowl of assorted fruits passed by their seats. She stopped near Poppy, offering the fruit to her. Poppy absently-mindedly waved her away, and the woman continued onto Casteel.

“Would you like anything, Your Majesty,” she asked him.

Poppy was vaguely aware of nodding at something the Lord said, and lifting her glass to her mouth to take a sip of the wine.

“Some of that honeydew would be perfect, thank you.”

Poppy choked on her drink, sending her into a small coughing fit. Some of her drink splattered across her cleavage, and she grabbed a napkin to mop it up.

“Your Majesty, are you alright?” Lord Donahue looked very concerned and attempted to shove an armful of napkins towards her. She waved him away, coughing once more and then clearing her throat.

“I’m fine, thank you.” He still looked concerned, but backed off.

Poppy glanced at Casteel out of the corner of her eye and the bastard was smirking. She shot him a glare that he either didn’t see or ignored (probably the latter) and turned her attention back to Donahue.

“What were you saying, my lord?”

Casteel let the conversation continue uninterrupted for another minute at most before he picked up a piece of honeydew between two fingers and brought it to his mouth. Locking eyes with her, he slowly bit into it, the juice dribbling down his chin and fingers. He chewed slowly, almost… sensually, and ate the rest of it. Then he took his fingers, and one by one swirled his tongue across the digits, licking up every drop of the liquid.

He smiled then, showing just a hint of fang, and that damned heat in her stomach curled and twisted. She squirmed a bit and he smirked. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

“Your Majesty?” Lord Donahue said somewhere in the background. Poppy wasn’t able to focus on anything other than her husband bringing another piece of the green fruit up to his full lips and taking a bite, his golden gaze still connected with hers.

Casteel brought his thumb across his chin, wiping up the remaining juice and stuck it in his mouth, sucking the last bit of the flavor off of his skin.

“Delicious,” he said, and that one word made the flesh between her legs throb that much harder.

She brought her glass up to her mouth, the cup shaking in her unsteady hand, and took a long sip.

“But you’re better.”

Water spewed across the table, and the coughing fit resumed.

Several servants in the vicinity rushed to clean up the mess, shoving napkins at her at a concerning rate. This whole debacle was all but ignored by Poppy who didn’t look away from her grinning husband.

“Casteel!”

“What,” he said, speaking a piece of potato with his fork and inspecting it, “I was just commenting on how the flavor of the honeydew wasn’t nearly as lush and sweet as the flavor of your—”

Poppy snapped into action before he could say anything truly embarrassing, and slapped a hand over his mouth. This got the attention of Kieran, who up until that point, had been studiously ignoring everything that was going on to his left and continuing to eat large amounts of ham.

He looked up from his plate, rolled his eyes at the scene before him, and proceeded to usher away all the servants and make sure all eyes were averted from the King and Queen before turning to Poppy with a world-weary look.

“Poppy I swear to the gods if you and Casteel don’t let me have my dinner in peace, I don’t care that you are Meyyah Liessa, I will drag you out of this hall by the hair if I have to.”

Poppy subconsciously, gripped her hair as if she was trying to protect it, and then blushed removing her hand from Casteel’s mouth.

“Sorry,” she muttered, clearing her throat and dabbing at her now wet plate.

“Thank you,” Kieran replied dryly, shoving more ham in his mouth. Good gods, how much ham did he plan to eat.

“Your Majesty?” Lord Doanhue said nervously, looking from Poppy to Casteel and then back again, “Would there be a better time for us to talk?”

“No, not at all,” she replied, shooting Casteel a warning glance, “Now is fine.”

Her husband did not heed the warning whatsoever, taking the last remaining piece of honeydew, and in front of everyone, giving it a long, sensual lick. Poppy’s eyes went wide, and she could vaguely hear Kieran sighing behind her.

She turned back to the Lord one last time, “On second thought, why do we postpone this discussion until a later date.”

The Atlantian, nodded frantically and then dashed off, taking his plate with him.

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WELCOME TO THE ANUAL HUNTSVILLE CARNIVAL

WHEN: Saturday May 22 to Monday May 24

WHERE: Town square

ADMISSION FEE: Canned or non-perishable items

Proceeds from the carnival and silent auction will be going to renovating the school’s theater

tldr; remember, the event will run from May 22 until June 5! see under the cut for a list of booths and the silent auction items

BOOTHS (in no particular order): 

Emerson Thorne - arts and crafts

Rory Larson - photobooth

Huntsville Fire and Rescue - teaching first aid to kids, obstacle course and dunk tank

The Fortiers - ice cream stand (testing out new flavours)

Ruby Goldstein - brisket stand

Petrus’ Apothecary - showcasing new lip scrubs and lotions

Natalia Lawson - collecting used books for the library

Petyon del Rosario - teaching kids to plant flowers

Astrid Jiang and William Donahue - hand made jewlery, accessories and crocheted items

Nerd Alert - most popular product types and a walk-up TTRPG for up to 6 players

Penny Gibson - teaching on weather *see booth for schedule of when they’ll be open*

Made with Love - selling pastries and coffee

Kwame Hendrix - selling clothes from up and coming clothing line

Trudy Parker - selling pet treats and a new litter of kittens for adoption

Safiye Karay - selling drinks and snacks from upcoming shop

Damiar Césaire - promotion adoption event for the shelter

Akio Nomura - bake sale with proceeds going to buying new uniforms for the hockey team he coaches

Lee Chang - booth for local news station; doing interviews throughout the event

Arcadius Nord - booth for selling art pieces, potentially illegal ones.

Kissing Booth - featuring Jesse Stevens, Theodore Richards, Micah Dexter, Mina Davis, Rhys Kline, Poppy Doa, Sofia Parreira, Ryan Iglesias, Mitchell Vermette, Rami Aydem

Chasing Sundays will be preforming 

Dante Moraes - Face painting & temporary tattoos 

SILENT AUCTION ITEMS: (items separated by ; indicate separate auction item)

Asia Chang - a year of dance lessons

Emerson Thorne - one pre-done painting and one custom painting

Emry Tuncel - room makeover

Wesley Dworsky - a date with him

Kamile Aydem - babysitting kids for a date night (good for 3 date nights )

Dante Moraes - 50% off a custom tattoo; one pre-designed one

Noa Aguliar - 5 free yoga sessions

Ruby Goldstein - free sandwiches for a month

Zara Ahmadi - free day at the salon/spa

Daphne Goldstein - $500 shopping spree at Cinderella’s Boutique

Marianne Santos-Liney - 50% off everyting in the store for a one time shopping spree

Carson Parker - home cooked 5 course meal for two (clean up included); month’s worth of cooking lessons

Anniston Albeni - 1 year of free smoothies/juices

Nerd Alert - mint condition special addition comics ( 2 individual wrapped comics, 1 series set of 10); free hire for hang out with 10 sessions/week for a campaign (up to 7 players with minimum of 1 session a week)

Bloody Mary ( Gabi Jimenez ) - DJ an event in the next 18 months

Joseph “Pike” Davis - a date with him

Caspian Fortier - 10 full stamp cards for the shop; one voucher for a year’s supply of unlimited toppings (so long as the sundae still fits in the bowl)

Lennon Richards - a basket with 3 vintage, first edition Fleetwood Mac records; limited edition Beach Boys tour poster; tour exclusive Joan Jett t-shirt; cassette signed by signed by Anita Baker; microwave popcorn, Skittles and a code to the perfectly curated Spotify playlist

Thomas Romero - his autograph (and a selfie with him)

Dahlia Blake - an invitation to a classic English afternoon tea complete with handmade pastries and finger foods complete with top-notch service and hosted in the greenroom of their Huntsville mansion

Benjamin Shaw - handmade oak grandmother wall clock with brass details

Mitchell Vemette - free snowboarding lessons for an entire season from his instructor and a chance to spend one on one time with him on the mountain; tickets to a snowboarding event

Garfield Berry - the complete Riverside series in first editions, signed

Trinity Parker - coupon for interior design project

Akio Nomura - three months of hockey lessons 

Coraline Fawley - one event planned for free 

Lee Chang - guest star on his podcast 

Natasha Ikande - printed collection of her latest photos

Jesse Stevens -  “Gibson SG Standard Electric Guitar Heritage Cherry” for the auction signed by him

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Send a “🙌” and I’ll introduce you to an NPC related to my Muse

Meet Morgan Reid Donahue

Morgan is the younger brother of Poppy and pretty much the opposite of her. He’s quiet and tends to just stick to a few friends. Joey feels the need to protect him at all costs and tends to ask him about his feelings and gets him to actually speak on most occasions when he doesn’t want to. 

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UMMM top 5 fckn uh. sims?? top 5 animals??

sims???…… like….. other people’s sims?????? 

ok i can do that

1. fuckin poppy donahue by @sadb0ysims she deserves the WORLD

2. fern by @bbysim im love her (blyss almost yoinked this but…. but!!!!)

3. el by mia fuckin again i hate her making nice sims all the time

4. my girl quinn by @a-kind-red

5. that disgusting ratbuttfaced scum donathon by @okruee

animals????????? how am i going to choose im…. i pass on that thnx i love all of them

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Poppy Montgomery Biography: Net Worth, Husband, Age, Movies, Children, Height, TV Shows, Photos, What She Is Doing Now

Poppy Montgomery Biography: Net Worth, Husband, Age, Movies, Children, Height, TV Shows, Photos, What She Is Doing Now

Biography Petal Poppy Emma Elizabeth Deveraux Donahue (born June 15, 1972) is an actress who was born in Australia and raised in the United States.  She is addressed as Poppy Montgomery. She has become notable in the Hollywood scene since her invasion. Poppy Montgomery is best known for portraying FBI agent Samantha Spade in the CBS mystery program Without a Trace, where she starred from 2002…