#property of crosby

[malk1ns]

When is someone going to write a fic for me incorporating the new practice jerseys that say “PROPERTY OF PITTSBURGH”. What about Geno wearing one that says “PROPERTY OF CROSBY”. Please someone anyone my crops are dying.

[hunterrrs]

yes… yes… brand him…

[teddydrawshockey]

Love seeing that Cowboy!Sid is making a comeback. But I’m offended nobody told me about this land in Montana thing???

✨Go Cowboy, Go Cowboy, Go✨

I did one with and without facial hair.. but y’all.. I think I prefer him babyfaced in this getup.

[deadmotelsusa]

The Hartsook Inn was built in the early 20s and rebuilt in the 40s after being destroyed by a fire. Surrounded by massive redwoods, the inn became popular among celebrities like Mary Pickford and Bing Crosby. Buildings included the grand lodge, 50 cabins and two maintenance barns.

The Hartsook operated as a hotel through the 70s until burning down again. Today, the 4th Hartsook Inn, rebuilt in 1973, is closed. In 1998, it was purchased by Save the Redwoods League and in 2007, they sold it to the Heartwood Institute, who operated it as a retreat center.

Honestly, I don't know who owns the Hartsook today. It was last sold in 2021 but appears to be empty. It remains closed but is not abandoned. There is likely a caretaker still living on the property. Located in Humboldt County, near Garberville, California.

[holy-puckslibrary]

just a lil firefighter!sid fluff for y'all :)

gif from @ehghtysevenarchive + per this ask and others

Surely, the chief of Canada's oldest fire department has more important things to do on a crisp morning, the last one preceding a fresh week, than this. He most definitely does. And, yes, Chief Crosby is known for his pragmatic approach to, well, everything.

But neither carries weight here—not when she calls.

Leaky faucet, dead car battery, unreachable spider... It doesn't matter. One ring, and he's rushing home. He can't pin-point when the pattern began, likely sometime shortly between the day you moved into town and his first off-day, but it's a routine he's come to enjoy despite the extra strain on both his schedule and his body; Sidney never thought sharing a property line could be so tedious or time-consuming.

He knows he shouldn't enjoy the distraction as much as he does. You aren't together, Sidney doesn't ever allow his imagination wander that far, but he can't help it. He can't help but help. He rarely turns down anyone in need, which has done wonders for his reputation within the community, but with you... With you, it's different, and embarrassingly so.

He doesn't have the words to explain it. Not that he needs to, it's written plainly across his face.

There's a reason you're regular fixtures in the town's gossip column.

When he arrives on scene—not ten minutes after his F-Series crawled down the gravel drive—Sidney shakes his head and laughs. Collecting his cell and his radio, he slips out of the truck, watching as you fret like a mother hen.

Still in your slippers, you're stood at the base of a decently-sized red spruce wedged between his yard and yours, your crumpled face angled up into the yellow-green needles. You're the very picture of worry, wringing your trembling hands and muttering to yourself.

A stray kitten caught in a tree, that's what's got you in a such a state.

"Well, this is a new one," he bellows in lieu of a greeting, slamming the door shut as his boots hit the ground.

Briefly, your glassy eyes dart in his direction. You're midway through your customary apology when he arrives at your side and quiets you, just as he always does.

"They're more than capable of holding down the fort for however long it takes to rescue our new friend, okay?"

"I know, but what if—"

"But nothing," Sidney huffs, and he dares to take you by the shoulders. And, externally, he ignores the way you shiver under his palms. "If I didn't think it was safe for me to step out for a couple of minutes, I wouldn't. You believe me, right?"

You nod, bottom lip pinched between your teeth.

"Good. Now, how 'bout you keep an ear on this," Sidney sets the clunky satellite radio in your hand, "—and I'll grab the ladder from the shed?"

He doesn't really need your help monitoring the channel, but he knows you'll feel better if you feel like you're doing something. Like him, you find comfort in your utility.

In less than a minute, Sidney re-emerges, rounding the corner with a ladder in hand. You're in the same spot, now fidgeting with the radio, anxiously dumping it from one palm to the other and back again. He follows your gaze to line up the simple equipment necessary for the rescue operation.

Sidney's heart swells as you quietly step forward to spot him.

Lucky for everyone, the ball of orange fur is on the branch nearest to the ground. Sidney needs only to step up onto the first wrung to safetly coax the frightened creature into his waiting hands, he's back on the ground not long after.

He gives the kitten a gentle parting scratch under the chin, then transfers the purring fluff to you. The soft bundle takes to you immediately, nuzzling into your chest like that's where it wanted to be all along.

"I think he likes you," Sidney observes with a cheek-numbing grin.

Your lips are tipped up at the end and there's fan of happiness rooting itself around your eyes. Your mouth opens to reply, but before the words come—

"Well, would you look at this?"

Across the quiet street and a few houses to the left sits an audience of two. Both of which are now cooing as loudly as two ladies in their sixties can manage. Coffee cups in one hand and their cellphones propped up in the other, they fawn over the two of you as if it's live theater.

Sidney curses their sons, who he'd completed the explorer program with as teens, for enabling this technological torture.

"Smile, you two! Oh, Denise is just going to eat this up," one of them, a spitfire in a 4'11 frame by the name of Mrs. Bouchard, exclaims to her co-conspirator, Ms. Johnston.

Then, to no one's surprise and Sid's chagrin, they giddily type out their respective messages to the local paper's equally-nosy editor-in-chief.

"Looks like we're front-page news again," you hum bashfully.

The tabby mewls in your arms. You curl into the little bundle of fur, lips landing between its delicate ears.

Sid studies you in his periphery as he slips in and out of heady contemplation, ultimately deciding he doesn't mind as much as he once did. "That we are..."

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Can't resist a castle house, especially one with stone walls. This one, built in 1905, in Gladwyne, PA, has 6bds, 8ba, and is listed for $7.95M.

Interesting entrance. It's open, but it's got a regular ceiling with beams, just like inside. The snow must blow in here, in the winter.

This is one of several entrances.

Very nice architectural details. This doorway opens to the sitting room.

Beautiful wood, fireplace, and nice wide stairs to the mezzanine. Kind of odd, that there's only one door up there, though.

The dining room has stone walls and a gorgeous window.

Stunning kitchen has an open-concept family room with 2 stairways going up to the upper levels. Beautiful wood details, backsplashes and counters.

The family room has a beautiful fireplace.

Here's an everyday dining nook with a large china cabinet.

Beautiful wine room- I prefer a main floor wine room so I can access it easier that going down to the cellar, if you know what I mean.

Any host would be proud to have guests use this gorgeous powder room.

Oh, what a delightful room. Love the shelving, wainscoting and window seat. This is beautiful.

Luckily, you're wealthy enough to have someone to clean that beautiful latticework in the en-suite.

Another stunning bath.

The primary bedroom has a sitting area and a grand canopy at the head of the bed.

And, it has the larges en-suite with a marble shower.

The former stables are now a guest house.

It has a nice apt., which I would make a long-term rental.

The 2.83 acre property has patios, but no pool area. Of course, there's plenty of space to put one in.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/56-Crosby-Brown-Rd-Gladwyne-PA-19035/9954995_zpid/

[thedevilrisen]

Dad to the rescue

Nova Crosby -

“Sid, do you want another beer?” Sidney’s father asked, about to walk inside of Sid’s lake house. The whole family were sitting on the grass near the dock enjoying some time together, Sid was barbecuing and everyone was having a catch up after a busy year. 3 and a 1/2 year old Nova was sitting on a picnic blanket making leaf skewers for her dad to cook on the barbecue.

“I’m still working on this one,” Sid brought the condensation covered glass bottle to his lip, air bubbles floating down the bottle as he took a small sip, before focusing back on the barbecue. “How are those skewers coming along Novs? They’re lookin’ pretty yummy.”

The brunette girl beamed up at her father, proudly presenting a finished skewer of leafs, “This one is done daddy!” Nova then looked back down at her pile of pretty leaves she found around the property. “I need more sticks.”

Sid chuckled as the girl turned on her heal and waddled down towards the dock snd very close to the lake looking for leaves. “Careful Novs! Not so close to the edge we don’t want you to fall in.”

This message was obvious to the toddler as she moved across the grass near the bank reaching down and picking up sticks every now and again, getting upset and throwing the ones she didn’t think would work back onto the ground. Sidney’s attention was skewed momentarily as his sister Taylor proposed a question.

Nova, the ever curious toddler was crouched down looking at a stick near the edge of the water, dissatisfied she was about to move on. Looking out at the water she observed the floating debris when she spotted just the perfect stick. Laying down on her tummy she wiggled her self so her top half was over the edge, leaning over the water so her arms dangled down and trying to grab the stick which seemed just out of reach. Not wanting to give up on the perfect stick, she wiggled more of herself over the water, fingertips brushing the surface she wiggled just a little further forward.

The toddler had her first lesson in gravity as she made this final move, overbalancing and headed face first into the lake with a squeal and splash.

-

Sidney was looking over the top of the grill, noticing the prolonged absence of his daughter, “Taylor, have you se-“ he was cut off by a shrill scream he knew could only belong to one person. Nova.

“Nova!” Sid cried as he dropped his tongs and took off down the lake, followed closely Taylor and family friend Nathan MacKinnon. No one knew where the young girl has fell in so they split up, all running seperate directions. Sid knew he had taught Nova how to swim but a three-year-old in a cold body of water without a life vest to help could be very problematic.

Nova was doing her best to stay upright but as any young child was panicking causing her to splash around, which alerted Sid to her location. She was floating roughly 10 metres out from the edge, fighting to keep her head above water.

“I FOUND HER!” Sid screamed before wasting no time and launching himself, fully clothed into the water. Scooping her into his arms he kept her head, high and dry out of the water as he awkwardly swam toward the dock where his mother was waiting with a pile of towels. “Here Novs, I’ve got you beautiful.” Sid mumbled affectionate reassurance to the shaking girl, wiping her tears with his thumbs and bundling her up in multiple towels.

“Here Sid,” Nate held out a towel for him to dry off, while Sid’s mother hoisted Nova up onto her hip.

“I’ll take her up and get her out of the wet clothes Sidney. You dry off”

“Yeah alright.” Sid had spoken in response, yanking his wet shirt off over his head, wrapping the towel around his shoulders and following Nathan and his sister up the dock back to the fire pit and to the lawn chairs.

-

All of the adults sat around in a circle, when Sid’s mother walked back out cradling a now sleeping Nova.

“Tired herself out, the poor thing.” Sid’s mother assumed as she handed the blankets of sleeping girl back to her father.

“I can see why, she was panicking. I would too, but she needs to know that daddy’s always got her.” Sid reassured, admiring his daughter. “I’ve always got her.”

[rowdyluv]

masterlist 🝮

guide to fics:

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College

University of Michigan

Ethan Edwards:

A Little Attention ✰

“Peter” : based off T.Swift’s song Peter.

Two Is Better Than One ✰ + sc26

Luca Fantilli:

The Girl I’m in Love With:

Boston College

Ryan Leonard:

NHL

New Jersey Devils

Nico Hischier:

It's always a risk, but think about the reward:

♡⤷ Hughes Brothers Masterlists

Jack Hughes Masterlist

Luke Hughes Masterlist

Quinn Hughes Masterlist

Boston Bruins:

Nikita Zadorov:

Power Outage: requested

Anaheim Ducks:

Trevor Zegras:

I think I’m in Love:

•The Moment I Knew: requested

Detroit Red Wings

Alex Lyon:

Brother’s Teammate: ✰ requested

Utah Hockey Club:

John Marino:

What a Shame That He’s Leaving jh86+jm6 ✰

Pittsburgh Penguins:

Sidney Crosby:

Sleepless in Pittsburgh - requested

Series / AUs:

Timeless: dad!luke x reader

Believe in Me: Jack Hughes, multi trope.

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[bcolfanfic]

HI SO IM OBSESSED???? WITH YOUR YOUNG VETS AU 😭❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

little josie oml i have to know do you have any hcs of her with her uncles?? are there any pets in the household?

loveeee the au, esp the soc med post!!

uncle crosby in her favorite idk it’s the big eyes and baby deer energy she’s just a girl she's fascinated with him

she likes stealing her daddies’ phones to facetime him

one time she nabs gale’s phone to call him at like 6am. and when he finds her asleep in her room he finds his phone propped up with crosby still on facetime because he didn’t have the heart to hang up on her (,:

they try to get it in her head she can *ask* to call uncle crosby but then she’s asking every waking second of day so they regret that a smidge

daddy 🥹 i love you 🥹

i love you too peanut,

'kay. let’s call uncle crosby (:

after crosby the ones sees the most are demarco and curt

very right brain left brain

the first time they're in town visiting demarco he baby proofs his whole house like she's an actual baby and not a 4 almost 5 year old who *mostly* listens

and he finds himself saying "don't touch that!" ad nauseum even when she's just looking at something and wasn't going to touch it. (not until he gave her the idea at least)

but she's a sweetie and he mellows out a little because i mean, how could you not?

demarco has great fun with her when he realizes he can tell her as many crazy stories about her dads as he wants. the stories get increasingly more embarrassing the older she gets.

curt is the polar opposite end of the stick and lets her do whatever she wants.

to the extent that he puts the crayons in her hands himself to let her color on a wall that he's planning on getting painted soon anyways

but gale and bucky draw the line at curt letting her play with his back up prosthetic legs.

rosie couldn’t make it to her adoption weekend so he sent her a little care package that included a custom pop-up card of himself.

the card also talked.

“where…did he make this himself?”

the guys thought was a creepy but josie loved it and opened and closed it for weeks until the battery died

and her daddies replaced the battery even though they were going bonkers hearing rosie’s voice every hour of the day

dead silence, a moment of quiet in the house- for once, peace

until an ever increasingly robotic "Hi Josie! This is your Uncle Rosie," made bucky want to *scream*

but they just couldn't say no to her sad little "you havta' fix rosie- he's broken."

blakely and gale got quite close after they came home and he became a dad via becoming a step dad around the same time bucky and gale became parents.

and when gale is losing his mind a little about parenting things, after bucky the first person he goes to is him. he's just level headed, and kind and good at talking gale off the ledge.

re: pets they get a puppy when josie is old enough to help out with taking care of it

in my mind they live on a pretty decent sized piece of property in wyoming, so lots of room for a dog that can run around and be chased by a kid for hours on end

[brotherwtf]

First Line Analysis !!

Rules: post the first lines of up to 10 of your last fics/chapters posted on AO3 or your WIPs and try to draw some conclusions.

thanks @ranger-elizabeth for the tag!!

this should be interesting! I have five completed works so I'm interested to see if I have any correlation between them :))

ain't no mistake

John’s sister had bought a property before the war ended with the intent of fixing it up to be a working ranch.

what does forever mean?

A gun felt normal in John's hands. It didn't feel heavy, bulky, or frightening to hold; it felt like holding a pencil or a book. Work. That's what a gun was to John.

cherry coke and silver bullets

The air conditioning in John’s car had done nothing but push the hot air around for the last hour, and Gale was getting itchy.

I'm the one, can you feel it?

It was Gale and John’s five-year anniversary, and Gale had decided to pull out all the stops to spoil his boyfriend.

all I have is your fire

“We got another case, Gale,” Crosby says and Gale looks up from his paperwork with a tired expression.

When Gale finally got home he was so bone tired that he was barely able to walk to his bed and motivate himself to make dinner.

now this was very interesting bcs I thought I had a lot of similar opening lines but when you look at them they're kind of all different lolol

I guess the thing they all have in common is setting up the story with a concise sentence (in everything except cherry coke and silver bullets I think), but there's something in the first line that sets up what the reader is going to see later, with 'ain't no mistake' I mention fixing up the house, and in 'all I have is your fire' I mention the case already in the first line

the big thing I think is informing the reader kinda what's gonna happen throughout the fic in the establishing line, which I guess makes me fics kind of easy to read bcs it's all right there lmao 😅

all of these fics are on AO3 (I've linked them all already), go check them out!!

no pressure tag: @middlingmay @avonne-writes @anachilles

[malk1ns]

I wonder if Geno being traditional also transfers into their off court dynamics? And if Sid is a little over his head or into it?

In the area of my brain in which this AU resides, Sid is older and Geno is younger. Geno is traditional in all senses of the word—he was raised right, he wants an alpha. And Sid…I think he’s ALSO traditional, or at least that’s what he wants for himself. You’ll never catch him saying it out loud or acting that way, because it’s not politically correct or a good look for the team/the league for their star and main draw to have more traditionalist desires, and he likes to think he’s enlightened enough to accept that everyone is entitled to their own lifestyle choices since they don’t affect him….but deep down? When this sweet little omega phenom comes over and immediately starts acting like an omega, like SID’S omega? Yeah I think he’s really, really into it.

[homestuckreplay]

EVERY DAY CARRY: Cake Mix (to deflect enemy pies), Sixteen Decoy Pipes (zero real ones), Picture of Son (x16), Bing Crosby

(page 942-948)

These pages begin with Jade and Becquerel(?), a development that’s completely overshadowed by a HUGE Dad Egbert reveal. There’s also an in-universe name for the frog statue, the MYSTIC RUINS (p.945), plus the suggestion that John doesn’t know how long international mail takes. So, a wild ride as usual.

While Jade looks for Becquerel, we learn ‘he is completely invisible to your intuition somehow, a property almost totally unique to him.’ I wonder if the ‘almost’ is leaving room for anything specific. I also don’t think it’s coincidence that a mysterious creature somehow immune to Jade’s powers just happened to be on her island and befriend her. That seems like a good way for someone connected to Skaia to make sure Jade doesn’t get too powerful.

Becquerel positively looms over the horizon, seen in silhouette on page 943 as is traditional for kids’ family members. I guess the moniker ‘devilbeast’ comes from his hornlike ears, and/or the fact that he arrives with a crack of lightning and his presence turns the sky a spooky dark green just like in Rose’s lab (where we were three pages ago). He vanishes when Jade turns, so seems intelligent, like he’s playing with her and enjoying the hunt. Bec’s disappearing act is reminiscent of Dave’s bro ninja-sneaking around their apartment, and Jade idealizes the instinctive traits of a hunting animal (such as, perhaps, Bec) in maybe the same way that Dave emulates Bro’s ‘coolness’ and irony.

‘The green string reminds you that John's birthday package will arrive today. The blue string ALSO reminds you that John's birthday package will arrive today, though in a way that means something slightly different.’  (p.777)

We get clarification on this on page 945! The green string reminds Jade that the green package (FOR John’s birthday, from Jade) will arrive today, which it did (p.85), even if further mishaps occurred after. The blue string reminds Jade that the blue package (FROM John, for Jade’s birthday) will arrive today, which is has (p.822). When Rose described Jade as ‘frighteningly accurate yet infuriatingly nonspecific’ (p.838) she was spot on.

Jade thinking about John’s present means we transition over to John’s story, at the moment he lands on his dad’s bed.

Dad’s room is like if you told an alien who had watched some 1950s American television but who had never met a real dad to design a dad-themed hotel. Besides the giant hole it’s oddly sterile, and doesn’t look like anyone spends time there. There is an iron on the bed (wrong place), shoes, ties and hats but no other clothes, four pipes on wall stands below a much larger photograph of a pipe, a rug decorated with a single large hat, a box of cake mix on the floor (no kitchen equipment) and a small shrine to his son.

I understand the storytelling/comedy move here, which is that when the expectations for something being extreme and wacky are high, the only way to subvert that is to go for the most mundane, anticlimactic reveal. And Homestuck is pushing that to an absurd level of ‘normal’, loving everyday objects so much they’re treated as art pieces, and it works because I keep laughing about the hat rug. But the effect of this is that Dad’s room feels surreal to me – all four kids’ rooms feel like somebody lives there, but Dad’s room feels like a bit.

Dad being a business clown, performing a suit and tie themed comedy routine with his serious business troupe, is not ruled out. This room is the perfect place to get into character for that actually. The Egbert house is still very much full of harlequins, and Dad cares enough that he’s ‘quick to correct’ anyone who incorrectly calls them clowns (p.47). Either Dad’s jester interest is real or, as @tenaciouschronicler suggested, Nanna put them there and Dad keeps them to honor her.

More generally, Dad’s room is the room of a man pretending very hard to be a regular guy and overcorrecting. Dad could be undercover for some reason, with multiple layers to his disguise – clown, businessman, etc – that’ll get peeled back over the course of the story. This moment being anticlimactic also means that it doesn’t feel like a learning experience for John. In fact, John’s previous idea of Dad, as the ‘cornball’ figurine-collecting street performer who bakes pies faster than he can throw them, and debates his son about whether a photo is Michael Cera, is SO specific and characterful. Even if it’s wrong, it all comes from actual interactions with his dad.

This new conception of Dad as ‘just’ a business man is less complex, more like John sees Dad as part of the faceless mass of ‘business men’, something John doesn’t understand, not as an individual person. It’s very vague (what type of business?) and puts SO much more distance between the two of them. First John lost Dad’s physical presence in the house, and now he’s lost any understanding of his personality, which also sours the memories between them. Homestuck’s art has been steadily adding more color, and between Jade’s island and the ominous planet, Act 3 has been very colorful. So it REALLY sticks out that Dad’s room is almost entirely monochrome.

All that to say, page 948’s animation is unsettling, and something’s not right. This isn’t the last word on Dad.

> John: Check out those gifts in the corner.

[luminouslywriting]

Hello. I’m a fan of your writing! Loving Ruth and Mastermind so far. Also I’m loving all this Brady content!!

Ok so I had a thought, what if one day while Brady is yelling or not yelling but talking a bit strictly with someone (a bit like he was with Crosby) and his girlfriend witnesses is and find herself a bit turned on by this. So the second the other mrs walk away she’s grabbing Brady and dragging him somewhere private to have her way with him. And he think oh maybe she wants to talk me down or give me a moment to calm down but 😧 oh she trying to take of my clothes. And while he’s worried about someone walking in, he doesn’t have the strength to stop kissing her.

Nonny, thank you so much!! I’m glad you’re enjoying Mastermind so much :) I would love to do this one for you! My requests and asks are open and I’m working on crafting a masterlist at the moment! More below the cut and cut for length:

-I can’t say that I blame you for feeling a little hot under the collar when it comes to John Brady and his sassy and firm attitude. I get it. -That being said, I think it comes down to the fact that he's not necessarily mean to people as much as he is firm and stubborn about certain things

-So if you see him getting fired up and passionate about something, it's a rare display of emotion from the usually stoic John Brady

-I think that the first time that it happens, he's completely taken aback and shocked at the way you respond to that

-In fact, he might even think that you're pulling him into the storage room to scold him about how he needs to be nicer (and that was his way of being nice haha)

-But the minute your hands start going through his hair, all words just kinda falter and he's suddenly like the internet explorer icon and not a single brain cell is present

-All attempts at being discreet? Out the door

-He's a little baffled, not gonna lie

-But you're out here getting very handsy in this very small supply closet and what's a guy to do?

-The answer is to shut up and kiss his girlfriend back, obviously

-I don't think it goes so far as sex, but I definitely think that someone's getting pleasured in that closet (whether it be him or you, now it depends on the situation)

-Speaking of the situations:

-There are times when he acts super authoritative in front of you because he WANTS to get a rise out of you. What a cheeky bastard.

-He knows EXACTLY why your thighs are clenched together and why you can't take your eyes off of him and so this is going to result in a very fun little rendezvous together because you're just oh so needy and he can't leave you high and (not very dry haha)

-But there are other times when he's completely taken off guard, but nonetheless pleased by your sudden bursts of affection

-He's definitely walked out of that closet with a set of panties in his pocket before

-And if he comes back to the men looking particularly pleased with himself, he's going to get hassled about it from Bucky (because of course Bucky knows, there's no way that he wouldn't know), and a fair amount of teasing would go on

-And because you're such an affectionate menace, he definitely walks out of there with several hickies on his neck

-And at one point, Bucky does call him out on it

"Your girl know that those are considered damage to United States property?" -Bucky, with a shit-eating grin

*Cue the look of panic bc Brady was absolutely unaware he had any visible hickies and now he's mortified*

[lovely-v]

Family laughing at me bc I thought Bing Crosby was “maybe still alive”… I don’t believe in celebrity surveillance culture. he’s not on my radar. what he does is his business. I knew that he hung out with David Bowie once, who was alive in my lifetime. By the transitive property of equality bing crosby could be alive as well. Would this make him “a hundred and twenty one years old”? perhaps. But his skeleton could come up to me tomorrow and bust out that baritone and I’d believe he was never gone

[thislovintime]

With Lynne Randell during The Monkees' 1967 tour.

“Since [Peter had] been, you know, the person that’d really just said, ‘Come on, guys, we’ve got to take her on the road.’ And he really did fight hard to get me on the tour, he really was, you know, a great friend. […] We would talk a lot. Peter’s a great thinker and a philosopher, and we would spend enormous amounts of time just talking about things, and things in general. And he almost always made me feel very good about myself and what was going on around me and at ease with those things.” - Lynne Randell, Headquarters radio program, October 13, 1988 “[J]ust everybody tried to take advantage of the Monkees and then turned their backs when they began to slip: I saw Peter do a real lot of things for Steve Stills but there was a time when Peter wasn’t allowed on Stills’ property when the Rolling Stones were visiting. Poor Peter, he bought David Crosby a boat and stuff but they all bled him dry with peace signs and bullshit.” - Lynne Randell, quoted in Monkeemania: The True Story of The Monkees (1997)

[cheasegary]

can you please introduce that smug red motherfucker

Gladly. Get ready for an Info Dump

So the general info is hes an oc I made in like 2015 2009-2010 and he's just been in the background up until I revised him like a year or two ago for a story between my best friend and I. His name is Bing bc it was supposed to match the names of Ding/Zing but I kinda model him off Bing Crosby anyway so I'm not changing it. His theme is meant to revolve all around the atomic era/nuclear science - so his sigil is reminiscent of a mushroom cloud, I've drawn him with sunflowers (sunflowers can absorb radioactive material like cesium from dirt) but anyway onto the actual story Basically he's an active scoundrel during Las Vegas's heydays during the atomic era (i.e when they were detonating nuclear bombs for testing and people were watching them from afar like fireworks.) so around 1940-1950 he's an adult. Bing is very much like a used car salesman - he'll go to any length to convince someone to buy something they don't need and is usually successful at doing it. So he made stupid amounts of money selling people radiation cures like iodine pills (which were really just sugar pills) and things like that. He had a 'wife' (in quotes because they were unable to get married due to segregation laws, they still got unofficially 'married' anyway and had a kid.) Long story short he gets involved with the mafia, he flies too close to the sun with his ego and gets in trouble with them, and ends up getting sacked because of it. His wife ends up going into squalor because she didn't have any legal right to his property and he was the (major) breadwinner so as a result within his family there's a sort of disdain because he kinda flung them all into poverty bc he wasn't thinking about the consequences of his actions. He becomes a god via reasons I have yet to address. He says he's the god of war but really he's just conniving and his powers relate to convincing people. The ongoing story now is his granddaughter somehow finds a way to summon him/cross paths with him and they're both unaware they're related. It takes a while for it to hit him that she's his granddaughter and after that point its basically him learning what happened to his family after he died and humbles him (a little, he's still a dick all things considered)