#skyline chili boy come back | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

cardest · 4 years ago

Text

Tennessee playlist

I’m going to Memphis! This is the mighty Tennessee - Memphis & Nashville playlist. You can’t tell the story of rock n roll without mentioning Memphis. Mississippi and Nashville, such a great history of music in this region. Chuck D hits things off with the ultimate introduction. Hit play here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_X9nesbW37-9FNLiJWOQ1f

This playlist has it all. Soul, blues and rock n roll. We take a journey back to the beginning of country as well, with Nashville and finish up at Dollywood. Hope you dig it.

Tennessee - Mississippi - Arkansas

001 Henry Rollins & Chuck D - Rise Above 002 Clutch - Devil & Me 003 Paul Simon - Graceland 004 Isaac Hayes - Memphis Trax 005 Scott Walker - Thats How I Got to Memphis 006 AC/DC - let there be rock 007 Johnny Cash - Country Boy 008 Chuck Berry - Back To Memphis 009 Jay Reatard - Gree, Money, Useless Children 010 Lukah - Black Dragon 011 King Curtis - Memphis Soul Stew 012 Rosetta Howard & the Harlem Hamfats - Delta Bound 013 Nots - In Glass 014 Pere Ubu - Memphis 015 Loretta Lynn - The Pill 016 Howlin Wolf - Smokestack Lightnin 017 Rory Gallagher - The Mississippi Sheiks 018 Crime and the City Solution - Streets Of West Memphis 019 River City Tanlines - Met You Before 020 Johnny Cash - Going To Memphis 021 Al Green - Get Back Baby 022 Kim Salmon & The Surrealists - The Zipper 023 Booker T & the MG - Melting Pot 024 Pussycat - Mississippi 025 Boswell Sisters - Roll On, Mississippi, Roll On 026 Aretha Franklin - Muddy Water 027 The Cramps - Garbageman 028 HASH REDACTOR - Good Sense 029 Optic Sink - Personified 030 Angry Angles - Blockhead 031 Big Star - Thirteen 032 Memphis Jug Band - Going Back to Memphis 033 North Mississippi AllStars - K.C. Jones (On The Road Again) 034 Bass Drum Of Death - Bad Reputation 035 Today Is the Day - The Devil's Blood 036 Walk the Line Soundtrack- Get Rhythm 037 Jack White - Temporary Ground 038 Jerry Lee Lewis - A Damn Good Country Song 039 The Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Rumors 040 Saving Abel - Pine Mountain (The Dance of the Poor Proud Man) 041 The Oxford Circle - Foolish Woman 042 Bobbie Gentry - Greyhound Goin' Somewhere 043 Reigning Sound - A Little More Time 044 NINA SIMONE - MISSISSIPPI GODDAM! 045 Laurie Anderson - Hiawatha 046 Glen Campbell - Burning Bridges 047 Dolly Parton - Hillbilly Willy 048 Elvis Presley - Guitar Man 049 Blue Oyster Cult - Divine Wind 050 Sammy Hagar - Halfway To Memphis 051 Izzy Stradlin - Memphis 052 Johnny Cash - Run Softly, Blue River 053 Iron Horse - Unchained 054 The Cramps - Human Fly 055 Faces - Memphis 056 Jack Oblivian - Rat City 057 The Cooters - Bustin' Loose 058 Mott the Hoople - All The Way From Memphis 059 Dusty Springfield - Breakfast in Bed 060 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Tupelo 061 Chicago - Blues In The Night 062 Crossin Dixon - Guitar Slinger 063 Strummin' With The Devil - And the Cradle Will Rock 064 Stray Cats - Can't Go Back to Memphis 065 Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds 066 Suzi Quatro - Can't Trust Love 067 Lost Sounds - There's Nothing 068 Ike & Tina Turner ~ River Deep, Mountain High 069 Neil Diamond - Memphis Flyer 070 Julien Baker - hardline 071 The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - Memphis Soul Typecast 072 Isaac Hayes - Groove-A-Thon 073 Otis Clay - Trying To Live My Life Without You 074 Tim McGraw - Don't Mention Memphis 075 Eric Burdon & War - Blues For Memphis Slim 076 Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Blues Train 077 Sweet Knives - I DON'T WANNA DIE 078 Cream - Four Until Late 079 Grateful Dead - Golden Road 080 Huey Lewis and the NEWS - Function At The Junction 081 The Cramps - I Was A Teenage Werewolf 082 Jesse Winchester_ The Brand New Tennessee Waltz 083 Dorsey Burnette - Tall Oak Tree 084 Field Music - Time In Joy 085 Jay Reatard - Blood Visions 086 The Rolling Stones - Honky Tonk Women 087 Quintron & Miss Pussycat - Block the comet 088 Al Green - Let's Stay Together 089 The Mountain Goats - Getting Into Knives 090 Johnny Cash - Tennessee Flat Top Box 091 Robert Pete Williams & Robert â€œGuitar" J. Welch - Mississippi Heavy Water Blues 092 MARY JAMES - MAKE THE DEVIL LEAVE ME ALONE 093 Ministry - Mississippi Queen 094 U.S. Bombs - Rocks in Memphis 095 Nazareth - Jet Lag 096 The Bar-Kays - Holy Ghost 097 Ty Segall - Despoiler Of Cadaver 098 His Hero Is Gone - Like Weeds 099 Jerry Lee Lewis - Memphis Beat 100 Generation X = King Rocker 101 The Doobie Brothers - Wild Ride 102 Bad Company - Whiskey Bottle 103 Black Stone Cherry - When The Weight Comes Down 104 Buddy Miles - Memphis Train 105 Memphis Slim - Rockin' The House (Beer Drinkin' Woman) 106 David Clayton Thomas - Wish The World Would Come to Memphis 107 Lost Sounds - Better Than Somethings 108 Alice Cooper - Ubangi Stomp 109 Tom Waits - Don't Go Into The Barn 110 Hank Snow - Music Makin' Mama From Memphis 111 Phil Ochs - Heres to the State of Misssippi 112 Reigning Sound - Your Love Is A Fine Thing 113 Pixies - Letter to Memphis 114 Bob Dylan - Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again 115 The Colorblind James Experience - Considering A Move To Memphis 116 B.B.King - Rock Me Baby 117 Carla Thomas - B-A-B-Y 118 Aquarian Blood - A Love That Leads To War 119 Nights Like These - Scavenger's Daughter 120 Rufus Thomas - Walking the Dog 121 Clutch - The House That Peterbilt 122 Lyal Strickland - O Arkansas 123 Don Bryant - How Do I Get There 124 The Sensational Barnes Brothers - Trying To Go Home 125 Squirrel Nut Zippers - Memphis Exorcism 126 Faster Pussycat - Tattoo 127 The Rolling Stones - Memphis Tennessee 128 Alcatrazz - Sons And Lovers 129 Evil Army - Violence And War 130 Deep Purple - Somebody Stole My Guitar (Purpendicular 11) 131 Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs 132 UFO - Natural Thing 133 Thunderbridge Bluegrass Boys - Tennessee 134 Confederate Railroad - Queen of Memphis 135 The Box Tops - The Letter 136 Jerry Lee Lewis - Night Train To Memphis 137 Reverend John Wilkins - Trouble 138 Phil Lynott - Kings Call (feat. Mark Knopfler) 139 Old Crow Medicine Show - Motel in Memphis 140 Candy Lee- Here in Arkansas 141 Pharoah Sanders - You've Got To Have Freedom 142 Molly Hatchet - Mississippi Moon Dog 143 Rwake - Crooked Rivers 144 CARL PERKINS & PAUL SIMON - A Mile Out Of Memphis 145 Eddie Floyd - Knock On Wood 146 Al Green - Talk to me 147 Mush - Eat the Etiquette 148 PJ Harvey - Memphis 149 EX-CULT - Clinical Study 150 Isaac Hayes - Mans Temptation 151 Lil’ Jon & Eastside Boyz - Rep Yo City 152 Rufus Wainwright - Memphis Skyline 153 Stray Cats - 18 Miles to Memphis 154 Amasa Hines - Earth and Sky 155 Joe Henderson - Back Road 156 Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash - Memphis Woman 157 Norma Jean - Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste 158 Fess Parker - Ballad of Davy Crockett 159 Assjack - Redneck Ride 160 Brother Andy & His Big Damn Mouth - Social Lube 161 The Replacements - Alex Chilton 162 Ann Peebles - The handwriting is on the wall 163 The Highwaymen - Big River 164 The Cult - Memphis Hip Shake 165 STEVE EARLE - Hillbilly Highway 166 The BO-KEYS featuring OTIS CLAY -Got To Get Back 167 Rush - Tom Sawyer 168 Class Of '55: Memphis Rock & Roll Homecoming - Birth Of Rock And Roll 169 Hank Williams Jr - Memphis Belle 170 Sam Moore & Dave Prater - Soul Man 171 Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - Bloc Bloc Bloc 172 Kenny Rogers & The First Edition - Just Dropped In 173 Linda Heck - pictures of dead people 174 Carla Thomas - Sugar 175 Three Mafia 6 - Mystic Stylez 176 Osborne Brothers- Rocky Top 177 The Beverly Hillbillies Theme Song 178 Wilson Pickett - Barefootin' 179 Dolly Parton - Jolene 180 Charlie Daniels - long haired country boy 181 The Civil Wars - From This Valley 182 Jill Jack - Gettin' On In Memphis (The Elvis Song) 183 Huckleberry Finn and His Friends - Opening title 184 Dead Cross - Skin of a Redneck 185 Johnny Cash - I Never Picked Cotton 186 Old Crow Medicine Show - Wagon Wheel 187 Isaac Hayes - That love feeling 188 Aretha Franklin - I say a little prayer 189 Little Milton - What Do You Do When You Love Somebody 190 Howlin' Wolf - Spoonful 191 Weird Al" Yankovic - Money For Nothing / Beverly Hillbillies 192 The Oblivians - I'll Be Gone 193 OT Sykes - Stone crush on you 194 The Mad Lads - Come closer to me 195 The Box Tops - Choo Choo train 196 Bobby Blue Bland - dreamer 197 Wanda Jackson - Rip It Up 198 Junior Parker - Love Ain't Nothin' but a Business Goin' On 199 The Nightingales ft. Tommy Tate - Just a Little Overcome 200 The Louvin Brothers - Satan is real 201 Overture "Big River" - (1985 Original Broadway Cast) 202 Ike & Tina Turner - Shake 203 Playa Fly - fly shit 204 Adia Victoria - Different Kind Of Love 205 Grateful Dead - Tennessee Jed 206 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Backwoods 207 Otis Redding - Tennessee Waltz 208 Nashville Pussy - The Late Great USA 209 The Paperhead - The true poet 210 Tomahawk - South Paw 211 Night Beats - Her Cold Cold Heart 212 Forest of Tygers - human monster 213 LOSS - All Grows on Tears 214 Charlie McCoy - Wayfaring Stranger 215 Dick Stusso - Modern Music 216 Eddie Noack - Aint the Reaping Ever Done 217 Jason & the Scorchers - Greetings From Nashville 218 Jasmin Kaset and Quichenight - A Single Right Word 219 Gospel Keynotes - Give Me My Flowers 220 WEEN - Scrape the Mucus off My Brain 221 Shannon Shaw - Broke My Own 222 The Jesus Lizard - Blue Shot 223 Eddy Arnold - Tennessee Stud 224 Clutch - Pure Rock Fury 225 Today Is The Day - Who Is The Black Angel? 226 Hank Williams Jnr - Tennessee River 227 The Dead Weather - Bone House 228 Every Mother's Nightmare - Long Haired Country Boy 229 Motley Crue - She goes down 230 Waylon Jennings - Tennessee 231 Dolly Parton - Down On Music Row 232 Jello Biafra & Mojo Nixon - Lets Go Burn Ole Nashville Down 233 The Byrds - Nashville West 234 Sharon Van Etten - Every Time the Sun Comes Up 235 Bill Anderson ~ More Than A Bedroom Thing 236 Dottie West - Route 65 To Nashville 237 Intruder - The Martyr 238 Johnny Cash - Smiling Bill McCall 239 Lynard Skynyrd - Workin For MCA 240 The Everly Brothers - Nashville Blues 241 Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood - Elusive Dreams 242 Nashville Bluegrass Band - Im Gonna Love You 243 Ringo Starr - No-No Song 244 Hank Williams - Hey, Good Lookin' 245 The Lovin Spoonful - Nashville Cats 246 They Might Be Giants - James K. Polk 247 Commander Cody - Back To Tennessee 248 Wanda Jackson - Shakin' All Over 249 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Grand Ole Opry Song 250 Tomahawk - Flashback 251 Megadeth - Dystopia 252 Dolly Parton - Train, Train 253 The Clovers - One Mint Julep 254 Trampled By Turtles - Whiskey 255 Tom T. Hall - Nashville is a Groovy Little Town 256 Muddy Waters - I am the blues 257 Foo Fighters - Congregation 258 Pavement - Strings Of Nashville 259 Joe Ely - Tennessees Not The State Im In 260 Waylon Jennings - Nashville Bum 261 The Charmels - As Long As I Got You 262 Eve Maret - Do my thing 263 SABATON - 82nd All the Way 264 Halfway To Hazard - Welcome To Nashville 265 Nashville Pussy - Go Motherfucker Go 266 Indigo Girls - Nashville 267 Snarls - Walk In The Woods 268 Steeler - Cold Day in Hell 269 Strummin' With The Devil - Jamies Cryin' 270 spazz gummo love theme 271 The Cramps - Cornfed Dames 272 Saxon - Solid Ball Of Rock 273 Al Green - Tired of Being Alone 274 Soul Friction - It's Out Of My Hands 275 Today Is the Day - Wheelin' 276 Jackie Lynn - Odessa 277 The Jesus Lizard - Nub 278 Bully - Where To Start 279 Sonny Boy Williamson II - Lonesome Cabin 280 Tomahawk - God hates a coward 281 The Louvin Brothers - Knoxville Girl 282 Tom Waits - Jitterbug Boys 283 The Evil Dead Soundtrack - Bridge Out 284 Wanda Jackson - Thunder On The Mountain 285 Elvis Presley - Where Do I Go From Here 286 Booker T & the MGs - Back Home 287 Ezra Furman & the Harpoons - American Highway 288 Joe Ely - dream camera 289 Assjack - Tennessee Driver 290 Nashville Pussy - We Want A War 291 Dwight Yoakam - A Thousand Miles From Nowhere 292 Hank Williams, Jr. - Knoxville Courthouse Blues 293 ZZ Top - My Head's in Mississippi 294 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Honky Tonkin' 295 Dead Weather - Die by the Drop 296 The Black Belles - What can I do 297 Dolly Parton - Cowgirl And The Dandy 298 The Secret Sisters - I've Got a Feeling 299 Justin Townes Earle - Aint Got No Money 300 Tomahawk - M.E.A.T 301 Jex Thoth - The Places You Walk 302 Bill Carter - Road To Nowhere 303 Bill Dees (Roy Orbison back vocals) - Tennesse Owns My Soul 304 Karen Elson - The Ghost Who Walks 305 The Who - Whiskey Man 306 Hank Williams III - Crazed Country Rebel 307 The Lost Sounds - I Get Nervous 308 Big Star - September Gurls 309 ZZ Top - Whiskey n Mama 310 Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down 666 Isaac Hayes - Hyperbolicsyllablecsesquedalymistic

Hit play: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_X9nesbW37-9FNLiJWOQ1f

31 notes · View notes

notbecauseofvictories · 4 years ago

Note

if there's one thing (be it physical, emotional, etc.) you could take from each of the previous places you've lived and put it in the place you live now what would it be?

This is such a good question, and the only reason I’ve taken so long to answer it is because tumblr has deleted my original response, and I got annoyed. (It doesn’t keep this from being an excellent question.)

Illinois I am always going to love the sky. I don’t....really have to miss it, I bring it with me, wherever I go.

Michigan Somewhere, carved deep inside me, is Sleeping Bear Dunes. You have to understand, we lived in Michigan when I was at my most unbearable---unbearable for me and everyone I lived with. I was so, so angry and didn’t understand why (I’m still not sure I understand why) and the only solace I had was:

(1) lying in the cold grass of the hill in our backyard, staring up at the brilliant-cold starlight and thinking that yes, I was like that sky, because there was a hidden vastness inside me too; and

(2) standing at the top of the dunes at Sleeping Bear, watching the small, black figures of my family run towards the water as the wind played with the folds of my clothing. How briefly, I felt like I was free.

I don’t want that feeling back again. But I miss the hill, and I miss the dunes, and I miss how bright the stars were in Michigan.

Kentucky Of all the places I have lived, Kentucky is the most magical. I’m not sure if it’s the green hills---still a revelation after Illinois’ overabundance of sky---or how much of it feels steeped in small town, or just how slowly it moves into the modern day. (Mark Twain allegedly said that when the world ended, he wanted to be in either Cincinnati or Kentucky---accounts differ---because they would be at least 10 years behind the times.) It feels like a gift, to have known it, to have seen it and respected it. I can talk a good game about NKY’s foibles and shortcomings (Skyline Chili is an abomination) but I learned respect for the kind of fervid, insular love born of those communities. How it can be a blessing and monstrosity.

I miss the long drives to visit my sister, or winding through rural communities where people wave as you go by. As a border state, it’s a liminal place---and I always liked that feeling.

Chicago I moved to Chicago for college. During frosh week, we went to an Indian restaurant, and I talked about AI and the ethics of robotics with the boy I’d have a monstrous crush on for the next 3 years. (This probably contributed to the monstrous crush.)

I didn’t know it, but I was already in love.

Not with the boy, of course, but with that feeling. After a lifetime of suburbs and rural towns, Chicago was a goddamn revelation. When Judy Garland went over the rainbow---that was what it felt like. The world was abruptly oversaturated technicolor, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I had classmates who weren’t white, and classmates who weren’t cis, and classmates who were white and cis and annoyingly wrong, there were boys I liked and boys I didn’t, and new kinds of foods to eat (Ethiopian, Thai, sushi that didn’t come from a grocery store). It turned out I liked opera! I was dragged to Berlin one evening and got very very drunk on something electric blue that might have been Monster with vodka, and it was lethal, but I had such a good time watching a friend perform in drag to Lady Gaga.

Chicago was the first place that really opened to me, that I opened to. There was---is---always more to it. I don’t think I can ever fully recover that initial feeling of surprised joy, but that. That is what Chicago taught me I wish I could drag to present day.

Boston I was only in Boston for a summer, but I count it, because in Boston I learned to be unafraid of doing things alone. I was technically there with a bunch of other interns, but---well, they apparently weren’t into walking the Freedom Trail, or going to Braintree (yes, to see the Adams National Park) or seeing whales, or watching the dragon boat festival. So I did those things by myself: rented bikes, reserved one (1) ticket, and talked to helpful/bored tour guides in period costume, letting myself enjoy the experience without self-consciousness.

Of everything I saw and did in Boston, I think the whales really had the biggest impact on me. It was the first (the only) time where I understood how young humanity’s dominion is, how very new Homo sapiens is to the stage. When a humpback whale breaches not even 40 yards in front of you, it’s like catching a glimpse into a much older and stranger world, where you are a small, skittering frightened thing whose warm blood can run very, very cold.

Humpback whales would never survive in Lake Michigan, but if it were somehow biologically possible, that would be really cool.

Philadelphia I loved Philly. It was hot and my job was terrible, but the city itself...the city was a gift. Just now, sitting in my apartment in Chicago, I caught the whiff of someone grilling (it’s the kind of beautiful summer evening that’s perfect for grilling) and I was suddenly back there. Philly was always full of smells like that, human smells---restaurants and sweat, trash on hot mornings and rain on the concrete in the evenings. I miss that sense of being crowded together with the mass of humanity. Chicago is bigger and more populous, but it’s not so close. Chicago doesn’t press you up against your neighbor the way Philly does; it’s harder to detach, when you can smell the burgers and shawarma on South Street or there’s someone in a welder’s mask outside your window. So if there was anything I could uproot and pull the seven hundred-some miles from there to here, it would be that. That inescapable contact.

Chicago (again) I live here. I love the sky.

#thehazardsolove #about me #city of the big shoulders #foul fetid fuming foggy filthy philadelphia #shipping up to boston #long post for ts

160 notes · View notes

averbaldumpingground · 4 years ago

Text

I don't recognize the city they've built here, its climbing skyline in chrome, all of its storefronts left empty.

Here is the spot I first met you, cross streets where we used to live, the corner grocer that's boarded up shop in the meanwhile.

I've stood vigil here, in the center of this park. The dosa man's come back, but with him very little else. It's been a while since that was us, taking pictures in our graduation gowns. It's been a while since the dumpling shop we all avoided, since the late nights with chili or Chinese food. The years have not been kind, not really.

To think that this place, the church on 10th, the Barnes and Noble that's been gone for longer than I can remember, the subway stations, just as grimy as they used to be, they've changed just as much as we both have.

But home? Home isn't here.

It's not the memories I have of Kings Highway, the Astoria bank, the playground, the movie theater somewhere past the park. The red-headed boy I read books with. Pickles and chocolate milk and butterflies hatching in a net the teacher kept in the classroom.

It's not the house I grew up in, the suburbs an hour from here. It's not my college apartment.

Home was the walk I took up 9th, the paving stones, every note that you weren't there for. Home was...

Home was an idea of a place.

And maybe that's what's different here, my disillusionment.

I see the city for what it is now, past the grime and the architectural details, the planned greenness, the bars with their low lit musicians. I see the remnants of the people that we were.

There's only corporate sentience and entropy remaining. The city is a carcass that we carved. Just like ourselves, in this strange, cannibal ballet.

#April 27 2021

2 notes · View notes

thechoir-roomhq · 4 years ago

Text

WELCOME TO DAY TWO OF THE 2041 SHOW CHOIR MIDWEST REGIONAL CHAMPIONSHIPS!

today’s program includes:

THE DALTON ACADEMY WARBLERS

The Other Side, SZA, Justin Timberlake ( Featured: Kip Anderson.) This is Me, The Greatest Showman ( Featured: Malcolm Adams. ) They Don’t Know, Ariana Grande ( Featured: Xan Puckerman. )

FEATURING THE GOLDEN GOBLETS

AND THE WAFFLETOOTS!

LET’S SEE WHAT THE JUDGES HAVE TO SAY. . .

[ Post Regionals Day 2, Sue, Wendy, and David S. Pumpkins are this time sat at a couch around a conference table. Time to get down to business! ]

SUE: First set of business, those Jesus freaks gave me actual chills and not the kind of chills you get after a night with Michael Bolten, but Skyline Chili chills.

WENDY: You know what? I liked those golden goblins! Sounded just like a church choir. They were certainly better than... [she snorts, shaking her head as if it's all just too much] The Waffletoots... I mean what the hell!

DAVID: I’m David Pumpkins!

SUE: Wendy Williams, I have to say I agree with your statement as nauseous as it makes me to admit. Those Waffletoots were a disaster to the name of show choir and I once busted my ass off to get a glee club to nationals one dreaded year that has remained in my cobwebbed nightmares for decades

DAVID: I’m David Pumpkins! (a pause) Okay, but seriously, I loved those warbler guys. Trolls is actually a really incredible franchise and the music is iconic. The group itself had incredible choreography. They were completely in sync, vocally and physically. They deserve to win. (Skeleton back-up dancers stare at David in shock) Any questions?!

WENDY: Oh. Well. Alright. Didn't know he could do that. . . Anyhow I agree! Those Gargler boys from Dayton Academy were refreshing! I was a little surprised they did so well but...you know [she thoughtfully smacks her lips together] I really liked them!

SUE: [arms folded] It is absolutely outstanding that you have more than three miniscule words in your repertoire, David Squash. Those homoerotic boys always did know how to put on a good show. [she looks down at her ballot] Looks like we all know who we're voting for. The gay teens first and then I couldn't care less about the singing farters or the Catholic kids.

WENDY: Let's vote then! Clap if you think we should vote! [With a single clap in unison from David Pumpkins' two skeletons, she fills out her ballot. Warblers First, Golden Goblets Second. Waffletoots Third.]

SUE: [opting not to clap, she filled out her ballot. First, Warblers. No question about that. Second, Golden Goblets. Third, Waffletoots.]

DAVID: [maintains his finger guns while the skeletons fill out his ballot for him: Warblers first, Golden Goblets second, Waffletoots third.]

[About an hour later, Sue walks out on stage with David S. Pumpkins and Wendy Williams]

SUE: There's actually people in the audience still? Shocking and dismayed. Anyways, let's get this going. In third place, The Waffletoots! [She hands them their trophy, the captain is crying at their loss]. Alright and the moment I'm sure you all have been long waiting for. In second place, The Golden Goblets from [she tries to say the name] the only Catholic school in Ohio. Which means the gays from Dalton Academy win tonight's regionals. Good job to everyone, even the losers. Good luck at nationals! [Becky Jackson comes toddling from left stage and whispers in Sue's ear] I have just been informed that there will actually be another ear bleeding induced competition next week as well. Please don't show up.

#crhq:regionals

4 notes · View notes

in-class-daydreams · 5 years ago

Text

Parlay | (Kuroo x Reader) | Ch. 10 | FINAL

- Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (ft. Roommate Kenma)

Word Count: ~2, 100

Genres: Fluff, general buffoonery

CW: Swearing, sadness I guess, a little spicy but only, like, half a chili pepper out of 5

Summary: (Y/N), a first-year student attending Tokyo U, is living with her best friend, Kozume Kenma. Little did she know, her life would be turned upside down after being exposed to Kenma’s volleyball teammate and close friend, Kuroo Tetsurou. One wrong move, and the parlay’s stakes only get higher each time.

Chapters: First | Previous | Next (None! This is the last one :))

Parlay bets are high risk, but have the potential to garner increased odds and payoffs. Rather than place multiple single bets, the parlay combines several other, often smaller, bets. Say we’re looking at sports betting. Then the parlay bet would be a small to medium sum on several teams, rather than a large sum on one team.

There is a catch, however. In exchange for higher odds and increased payoff, the risk for a parlay bet is high, because in order to win each bet must win. So, if you bet on five sports teams, and all five win, then hooray for you! One loss out of five, and you lose everything.

See how that may be more of a risk than you’re willing to take. Typically, frequent gamblers choose not to place parlay bets. The payout is often not enough to make what they stand to lose worth it.

Kuroo stood there, wide-eyed at the ball gently rolling away from the net. He looked at his hands in disbelief. The roar of the crowd around him nearly burst his eardrums while Bokuto and the rest of his teammates leapt onto him in exultation. Sweat-slicked and on the verge of collapse, he mechanically stood on the back line, bowed to his opponents, bowed to the spectators that came to support his team.

It was like Kuroo was in a trance when he headed for the locker rooms with his team. There was so much running through his mind that everything felt a static numbness. It was until a familiar dulcet voice called out to him that snapped him out of his trance.

“Kuroo!” (Y/N) yelled from down the hallway.

The boy’s attention snapped to her form sprinting at him.

Parlay bets are best placed by those who don’t gamble very often. For Kuroo, a lot has to go right for him to get what he wants.

One, (Y/N) cannot still have feelings for Oikawa or have feelings for anyone else.

Two, he himself must have treated her sufficiently well as a human being. These are the conditions of the bet, but be that as it may, when it comes to her, Kuroo would never settle for ‘sufficient’.

Three, she has to love him back.

Kuroo took a step towards her and opened his arms. Without missing a beat, (Y/N) ran and jumped into his arms, throwing her arms around his neck.

Deciding, ‘Fuck it,’ Kuroo leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss.

(Y/N) yelped a little in surprise, then relaxed, melting into the embrace. Her hands came up to cup his face while they ignored the loud ribbing from the Tokyo U team behind them.

Kuroo was, surprisingly, the one to pull back first. Not very far, but he separated their lips just enough to ask her, “What are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing yet.”

“Great. See you at seven?”

“It’s a date.”

A cool breeze blew through the Tokyo U campus as (Y/N) and Kuroo walked through the main quad. The tall middle blocker had thoroughly refused to tell her where they were going, even as they walked up the fourth flight of stairs in the biology building of the university.

Once they arrived at the roof access door, Kuoo produced a single key with a little green tag on it.

“I have my ways,” he had told her.

Upon opening the door, they were greeted by a completely barren rooftop garden. The planter boxes were filled with soil and nothing else. Empty pots accompanied uncovered trellises, and the small birdbath was completely dry. It’s hard to see very many stars in a city like Tokyo, but from the rooftop, the lights from the high-rise buildings, and streetlights, and headlights from cars dotted the landscape like heaven on earth.

The night air ruffled (Y/N)’s hair soothingly. She stared out at the city lights in wide-eyed wonder.

Kuroo’s shoes shuffled against the concrete rooftop as he shuffled to her side and leaned against the rail. “I’ve lived in Tokyo my whole life. I used to hate that you could never see the stars around here, but… I think the city lights are a different kind of beautiful, don’t you think?”

In the bright moonlight, the girl’s face glowed with amazement. The Tokyo skyline was something she could only dream of as a young girl growing up in rural Miyagi prefecture. Even then, her greatest wish was to attend university in the big city. That dream was the whole reason she had been studying so hard from the start, and she got what she wanted. At Tokyo U, it felt like she could pursue whatever her heart desired, even if that, too, was problematic for her.

“I’ve been wanting to see a sight like this since I moved to Tokyo,” she rounded on him with a look of sincerity, “Thank you for bringing me here, Tetsurou. It’s perfect.”

His heart beat louder in his chest. Suddenly, the cool night air was much too warm for his burning face.

(Y/N) started again, “And I love this garden, too.” She gestured all around them at the empty pots and planters. “Even if there aren’t any flowers, I like this setup. There’s nothing here yet, but that just means there’s infinite possibilities for what could be here, right?”

The tension in Kuroo’s shoulders faded away almost completely.

“I was thinking,” he moved close enough for their shoulders to brush each other’s, “I think…” He paused again. Damn this was hard.

“Some things. Some plants. Grow.”

‘Okay, Tetsurou. Good start. You got this.’

Gaze flickering over to his companion’s, encouragement filled him when he found her nodding at him to continue.

The tall young man took a deep breath, “This garden doesn’t have plants in it because the plants aren’t in season. They’re real pretty, but stuff only grows when it’s time for it to do so… because it’s not ready.”

He rubbed his shoulder in discomfort. It was becoming too much for him and he looked away from her, only for her to use a gentle hand on his cheek to return his focus to her.

“So,” she said gently, “Would you say these plants are still out of season? Or do you think spring is on its way?”

Who else could understand his jumbled mess of a monologue like she could? Kuroo was grateful for the way she could understand him, jumbled and anxious as he was. He sighed and took her hand.

“I’m sorry, being poetic isn’t really my thing. I need to suck it up and be straightforward with you. I want to be with you, (Y/N), I really do. I can’t tell you how much I would love to hold your hand and take you on sappy dates and give you my jersey to wear at my games and just think to myself how lucky I am to have someone like you by my side. I think about doing all those things constantly enough to where it’s become a serious issue, but…” he ran a hand down his face in frustration, “I don’t know if I’m ready. Whenever I see you with Oikawa or with whoever, I just think about how you could be a great partner for anyone, so it's hard for me to understand why you would choose me. It’s not that I think you’re shallow. At all. It’s me. It’s me thinking I’m not good enough to be worthy of being by your side.”

(Y/N) stared at him with rapt attention and something else Kuroo could’ve sworn was surprise, “Tetsurou… I had no idea you felt that way. I mean, when you’re not around me, you always seem so confident.”

“I-- Ugh, I don’t know. When I’m with my team, I’m thinking about so many different things. With them, as a leader-type, I’m concerned about them and their needs. When I’m with you, you’re all a think about. Then I have time to be insecure about all that crap.”

The black-haired male rested his weight against the railing. He hugged his flannel to himself a little closer. It wasn’t easy being vulnerable like this, especially not after being a team captain, where he didn’t need to think about himself so much. Strangely, though, he felt a bit better. Lighter, even.

(Y/N) rubbed his arm to comfort him.

“That makes sense. So, what now? What is it you want?”

“I want to be your boyfriend.”

“Already? I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

Kuroo shook his head, “I don’t know about a lot of things, but one thing I know I want is to be your boyfriend. Whether that be today, yesterday, or ten years down the line, I know that’s what I want, but…”

“But?”

“But not right now. I’m not entirely sure what I need right now, but I don’t want everything I’m afraid of to hang over our relationship. I feel like I need to get stronger, mentally. For myself, but especially for you. Does that make sense?”

(Y/N) couldn’t suppress her grin. She took both of Kuroo’s hands in hers.

“Completely.”

“You are only afraid if you are not in harmony with yourself.”

- Hermann Hesse

(Y/N) wasn’t doing anything special. It had been a few months since she and Kuroo had their talk on the rooftop. Since then, they had been spending time together, with Kenma, the team, or just the two of them. With a little time, they were beginning to understand each other better. The two of them seemed more comfortable together, at peace, even. Slowly, but surely, Kuroo had become much kinder to himself. His own worst critic was learning to take it easy on himself.

(Y/N) had done quite a bit of soul searching herself and in the months since their talk, she was ready to choose a major and enter a program.

“I want to do everything, but the longer I hesitate, I’ll end up being too late to do anything,” she explained.

She’d spent ages studying for her entrance exam. Knowing how she was when she was studying, the best either Kuroo or Kenma could do was bring her food, make sure she had enough light when she studied at night, make sure she was drinking water, and other small favors. The two of them just wished they could do more.

Neither of them were surprised when she got into her program on the first try. Kenma swears that he lost his hearing for a while after hearing her squealing over her acceptance letter.

Now, (Y/N) was washing dishes with a thick textbook propped up in front of her. Her classes hadn’t started yet, but she told her friends that she “wanted to get ahead!” Secretly, though, Kuroo knew she couldn’t wait to read the new material. She was practically bursting at the seams when she came home from the bookstore with the large tome.

She was so focused on her reading, Kuroo noticed that she had been washing that same bowl for the past five minutes. One of her sweater sleeves had rolled down and was dragging in the soapy water. If she had noticed, there was no way to tell.

It wasn’t that she was doing anything special. Perhaps it was because she wasn’t doing anything of note at the moment that gave Kuroo butterflies, but the sight he saw in front of him was just so her, he couldn’t help himself.

Before he knew it, the words had already left his mouth.

“I love you.”

(Y/N) froze. She blinked, as if she had been woken up from a deep slumber.

Her head turned slowly until her tentative gaze met his.

“Wh-- What?” she gasped.

Kuroo smiled back at her, more sure than he’d ever been.

“I love you.”

There was a quiet thud as the bowl she was washing sunk to the bottom of the basin.

Kuroo continued, “You deserve someone who would give you the world. I’m ready for that person to be me.”

(Y/N)’s face split in an uncontrollable grin. She ran and practically jumped into his arms for a hug. With her arms wrapped firmly around Kuroo’s neck.

“You’re sure? We can still wait if you want.”

“I’m sure. Do you still want to be my girlfriend?”

She pecked his cheek, “Of course I do.”

Kuroo gazed down at her fondly. She already had his heart. She could crush it under her heel, leave it a broken mess in the dirt. But somehow, for some reason, he felt like she would take good care of it.

Of course, there was no way to be sure, but that was a bet he was willing to make.

(A/N): So! Here’s the end of Parlay! Thank you all so much for reading this far and thank you for being patient with this last chapter! We got such good reception for this fic and I was really stressed about making the ending good. We’ll be posting more in the future so stay tuned and don’t be afraid to send us as ask! We love love love asks! <3 (Also, I might do some Parlay extras or even an epilogue.)

- Admin Mango-chan

(A/N): I just want to say a huge thank you to our readers who’ve stayed with us throughout this series. I quite honestly didn’t expect for it to receive the amount of positive feedback it got. Thank you so much! “Parlay” is officially over, so shameless promo here, but please look forward to some of the other stories / one-shots we’ll be releasing! Our request / asks are always open :)

- Admin Kiwi-Chan

Taglist: @ohwow-ok @nekomas-kuroo @joyful-jimin @sly-red

#haikyuu!!#haikyu #haikyuu #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu imagines #Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader

131 notes · View notes

heli0s-writes · 5 years ago

Text

IV. I’m in the mood for love

Summary: Beyond the sass and the crass lies a tender moment Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes A/N: Maybe I wrote myself into a pickle? Idk but I teared up a little at the end. Also this is the most politics I’ll ever put in my work-- let’s keep it civil and chill if we disagree.

Foot in Mouth Syndrome Masterpost

It’s a miracle that you had worked up the courage to trot downstairs to return the only covering that separated two bare-ass naked men from your eyes. And not to mention yourself, who was only covered in a towel, too.

You make Steve stand so far around the corner of the doorframe that all he can do is stick out his hand. Bucky rustles the shower curtain impatiently and makes a comment on how “non-hyperverbal” you’re being and you’re too nervous to even respond back. When Buckyeye starts looking at you and the swinging white hem at your shins, you shoo him up the stairs before he gets any other bright ideas.

“Didn’t know you were such a prude.” Bucky comments later as you fiddle around in the kitchen, “But I guess it makes sense-- you still have those stuffed animals on your bed.”

You bristle and glare at him, “Just because you didn’t have a childhood doesn’t mean I can’t.”

It’s a little too mean, and you hear the venom that shoots right into him as soon as it leaves your mouth. “Sorry.” You comment. Damn it. He grew up in the fuckin’ Great Depression where everything was dusty and shit.

“Not all of us can travel the world eating caviar at the ripe age of four.” Bucky snarls. Ugh. Why’d he have to do that?

“Oh, fuck you.” You retort the same time Steve sharply calls Bucky’s name to reel him back in. It doesn’t work, as Steve knows, because when you and Bucky get into it—you get into it.

“You wish, princess. Wait, you’re such a goddamn prude, anyway--”

All Steve can do is cross his fingers and bark, “Buck!”

It’s too late. You’re across the room before Steve can say much else and you’ve launched yourself over one empty couch and straight into Bucky sitting on the other. The force knocks it slightly and it teeters before flopping back with a muffled thud.

Buckeye begins to run around in circles, unsure of the kind of play this particular moment is.

You have no idea what you’re doing, and you doubt you even want to—or can-- hurt him in any way, but you are so finished with his bullshit. You death-grip his hair as you jab both knees into his abdomen. Bucky moves to rip you off, but you clamp your teeth over his wrist and he yelps.

“Fuck you!” You scream, “fuck you so much! I—ow! I fucking apologized, you—Ugh!”

Buckeye, ever the perfect audience member, begins to bark to the rhythm of your screeching and aggressively nudges Bucky’s foot with his snout.

Soldat’s metal hand pushes your face back until its tilted up to the ceiling and further beyond, precariously suspended. The only thing keeping you from cracking your skull on the coffee table is your clinging to his hair. Steve’s concerned expression is upside down and his arms are outstretched, trying to determine the right configuration to pry the two of you apart. “Get that fucking! Aluminum foil finger the fuck away fr---”

“Shut up!” Bucky’s palm smashes against your mouth as his legs wrap around your back until you’re a squished human pretzel inside of him. You’re too crushed even to make any sounds and behind you Steve is sputtering vowels and consonants but not stringing together any real words. Finally, he nearly shrieks,

“Bucky! Jesus! You’re gonna actually kill her!”

Yep. This is how you’re gonna go, you think. The Winter Fucking Soldier has officially had enough of your bullshit, too, and he is going to bear-hug you to death. Who would have thunk it? Your fingers disengage and fall uselessly over his arms.

When time begins to slow and your soul starts to yeet itself from your body, Bucky blessedly lets go. “You’re bluer than I was in cryo.” He sneers.

Steve gasps, scandalized by the comment. For whatever reason, he’s covered Buckeye’s ears, too. You would send him an incredulous look, but you can’t feel your face.

With a pathetic whistle of air, you flop backwards and hang upside down over the couch, thighs gripped tightly by Bucky, heaving deep breaths until your lungs feel like they might burst through your rib cage. No wonder you are not a superhero—fuck the hubris, you are physically not built for this shit.

“I think I’m gonna vomit.” You mutter when Steve’s face begins to spin alongside your dog who slobbers all over your nose. Bucky yanks you up by the front of your shirt and the cough that blasts from your mouth goes right into his face. His smug expression twists into one of disgust and you take the moment to waggle your eyebrows suggestively.

Your sour mood has fled and now that you’re absolutely sure you cannot kick his ass—you return to the one thing you do know you’re capable of:

“Hey, baby. Is that a glock in your pants or are you just really happy to see me?”

To drive your point home, you bounce on his lap with a wide grin, wiggling your butt in exaggerated motions.

“Okay! That’s enough!”

Steve scoops you up and plants you back on the other side of the coffee table. “That’s too smart! Too smart!” He scolds as you pat your bottom and then curtsy. Bucky only huffs and crosses his arms, refusing to meet your gaze. Ha-ha. Winter Soldier, meet your match—Ass Woman. No, that just sounds like a porno.

“Alright, fuckers.” You declare, stepping over to the built-in bookshelf around the flatscreen and retrieving a leather-bound copy of The Wizard of Oz. “Ready for chili?”

They watch you open the front and stick your hand inside the false pages and retrieve a roll of bills. “What?” You ask nonchalantly. “Oh—shut up, Barnes. Like you guys really need me to pay back the vet fees. Technically, my tax dollars pay you.”

Steve shakes his head no. So, you casually toss him the roll of cash and then pull out another one.

“Jesus! Will you put these back?”

“Look,” You say, “For every month I don’t come home my mother puts another wad in this box.” You show them the pile of rolled bills, each encased in varying sizes of rubber bands. “She thinks it’ll ensnare me, but joke’s on her, the more I’m away the more there is to spend. She’s not very smart—a consequence of never having to think for herself.”

“And you’re fine with spending it?” Bucky ponders. The relationship you have with your family grows more confusing the longer they spend in your parents’ house. The memorabilia littered in your childhood bedroom seems to suggest that you aren’t completely detached from your family or your childhood. The way you respond to being home is paradoxical, too—disgusted at the excess one minute, reveling in it the next.

“It’s just fucking money. They make so much of it. I couldn’t bankrupt them if I tried. My father has offshore accounts in the fucking Caymans. I literally could not.”

They both pause before Steve speaks up, “Are you an only child?”

You frown. “No.” Then you aggressively push him by the shoulder and toward the exit, motioning for Bucky to follow. “It’s fucking Skyline time.”

Suddenly, you pause at the door and turn around to put both your hands on your hips. Looking both of them up and down, you shake your head impatiently. Steve is wearing his civilian Captain America outfit again. And Bucky, honestly, Bucky looks like someone cosplaying Bucky.

“Who dressed you?” You demand, exasperated, “You guys like, do spy stuff? It’s baffling to me that you don’t get caught immediately. Steve—khakis?”

Upon being admonished, he scoffs and looks around, “What’s wrong with my khakis?”

“Will you please tell him something?” You ask Bucky, who only rolls his eyes as if to say, you’re fuckin’ telling me. When it’s obvious that Steve’s poor choices are solely the result of him being an old fuck with no fashion sense, you mumble. “At least switch shirts. I’m going to take Buckeye out… please… fix this.”

When you come back, the sight of Steve wearing black and Bucky wearing light blue is so discomforting you cover Buckeye’s eyes. “It’s okay, boy.” You whisper loudly. Bucky flips you off but fixes the hem of the shirt he’s sporting. Steve—for whatever inexplicable reason, has decided to tuck… You quickly yank his shirt from his waistband and shake your head. “Christ, why are you like this?”

Untucked and uncomfortable in black, Steve looks at the menu as if the letters on it were runes from an ancient past. He doesn’t understand at all what Skyline Chili is or why it is. They’re coneys—this he does understand. But the rest of it—nope. Why would anyone ever need that much cheese? Bucky mirrors his sentiment by shutting the menu and crossing his arms.

The small bowl of oyster crackers in the middle of the table is being torn apart as you shovel handful after handful into your mouth. There is an inordinate amount of hot sauce sprayed on the top of the crisps, and you wipe your hands haphazardly on a napkin when you’re finished.

“Okay. You feelin’ spag or nah?” You ask, not even looking up. “Spagbol.” You continue, “Spag-y. SPAGHETS!” Then, in a terrible and very offensive Italian rendition, you pinch your fingers together and enunciate, “Its-a-spha-ghetta!”

Bucky slumps down into the booth until you stop. Steve puts his hand over his eyes.

“Why would you put chili on spaghetti noodles?” Bucky hisses.

The waitress arrives right after his question and you reach over to take his hands into your own— still reeking of peppers and vinegar from the hot sauce. “Shh,” You say almost tenderly, “Adults are talking now.”

“I hope you rub your eyes with that hand later.” Bucky snarls.

“I’ll cup your balls with it, instead.” You respond.

The waitress whimpers at the conversation she’s just stumbled into.

Six coneys arrive and as well as two plates of spaghetti. You explain to the boys that the Skyline specialty is steamed buns, mustard, special secret spice chili, raw onions, and hella shredded cheese. The noodles come with the same, sans mustard, and if you’re feeling extra frisky— beans. One plate is extra frisky today. Then you unscrew the cap to the hot sauce and shake the shit out of it onto everything.

They are bewildered at the sheer excess of American consumption as you shove almost half a coney into your face. Cheese flops down onto your plate.

“I think I’m gonna vomit.” Steve whimpers.

“Big baby, wimpy, Stevie can’t eat the cheesy?” Between mouthfuls, you’re still a dick. “Just try it! What are you, six?”

He glares at you and then sends a puppy-dog look to Bucky who already is lifting a coney to his face. You take another bite and watch them do the same.

Immediately, Steve coughs. Bucky starts laughing so hard he drops the pile of shredded cheese all over the table. You tuck into the overflowing plate of spaghetti, hot noodles melting the cheddar on top into an amalgam of gooey yellow. “I can’t do it.” Steve groans, “This isn’t right. This isn’t what God wanted.”

“God is dead, bitch.” You reply, “There is only Skyline Chili.”

“So what’s your deal?” Bucky asks from the couch.

The three of you have returned back to the house, winding down for the night. It’s eight now, and you’ve driven them around the city just to show them the sights. The gentrified downtown with its bustling crowd of young, white party-people interspersed with streets of dilapidated buildings and homelessness. There’s a bitterness to your voice when you talk about the changing scenery—but a kind of sadness, too. You admit you don’t really know the solution. The business brings in money to the city, but all the people left behind are really getting left behind.

You show them the more relaxed areas, like Over the Rhine and point out its massive brewery. You promise to take them there soon. There’s also the famous Cincinatti Zoo, and King’s Island, where you swear is better than where Steve wanted to go- Coney Island #2. There’s no point in taking him there, you declare when he starts to sputter, because he only wants to go to shit all over it, and because King’s Island is way cooler.

“What do you mean?” You ask back, flipping through the stations with your feet propped up on the coffee table. Steve and Bucky are sitting side-by-side under a blanket. There is a bowl of chips and hummus shared in their laps since Steve refused to eat during dinner and is now very cranky.

“All of this. Excess. Money. And then... you.” he waves to the house, then to you, sprawled out carelessly on a leather couch in mismatched pajamas. Buckeye’s head is faithfully in your lap, big eyes peering up at you, as if he’s waiting for an explanation too.

“You hating on my penguin top and pumpkin bottoms or what?”

“C’mon...” Steve beckons, knowing that your deflection is just another cop-out.

So, you groan, because they’re teaming up on you and after almost three months it’s bound to happen. They’ve told you so much about themselves already. You’ve learned all about the personal lives of the Commandos, the war stories, serums and experimentations, the cryo, the trial after the Triskelion... the blood, and sweat, and all of Steve Rogers’ tears.

“Well... it’s not as exciting as you think it is.” You mutter, tugging on Buckeye’s ear, finding the texture comforting under their persistent gaze. “Just a dumb girl born into an obscene family.”

But you tell them, truthfully and genuinely. Your family has old money- oil, or steel, probably both. As a result, you grew up in the lap of luxury, private schools, language programs, singing classes, dance lessons, horseback riding, trips to Europe and Asia, enormous birthday parties and a line of suitors as soon as you started growing breasts. The worst part, you admit, is that you loved it.

The picture they picked up in your room was from junior prom, and the date was a boyfriend- family friend- you’d been with for about six months, and he already planned on proposing. That was just how it was. Rich people marrying other rich people continuing the line of one-percenters.

Really, you say, your family was maybe the 10 percenter-range. As rich as maybe low A-list movie stars, not quite Jeff Bezos. But you know him, too.

“What changed?” Steve wonders out loud for both him and Bucky.

“Living in New York.” You half-smile at the memory of Union. “After Ohio State, I went to Union for my graduate studies and it blew my shit wide open. But that’s what happens when you start opening yourself up to other realities.”

You tell them about the immense struggle the first year at Union, feeling ostracized and realizing that your life is nothing like most peoples’ lives, and then beginning to frame your understanding of the world in a different way. You tell them you got mugged once and you felt like you probably deserved it.

“Then the election happened.” You sigh, and they both groan at the reminder. “As you know... it’s just been downhill and fucked. We had a big falling out here over Thanksgiving holiday.”

You didn’t come home in almost two years. You took out loans, you worked two jobs, took a full course load and wrote a thesis, and then went on to your Doctoral program. Your parents reached out to you and you eventually came half-way back into the fold.

“And spending their money?”

Most of the money you get you give to the local shelters. “That’s just direct action, baby.” You laugh. “We go at it, all the time. But you know, I figure... If I have to live in this shit world, might as well be a bastard about it.”

That earns a hearty chuckle from both your guests. “Jesus, that explains a lot.” Bucky grins as you nuzzle Buckeye and plant a kiss on his wrinkly face.

It feels so much better now that you’ve aired all the dirty, 1000-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets.

Steve hops up from the couch and runs downstairs, “Be right back!” He yells. You and Bucky narrow your eyes at the trail he’s padded into the carpet. In the distance, you can hear his rummaging and then thumping footsteps back up into the living room. He’s perfectly in one piece, because he’s Captain Damn America and nearly flying up a flight of stairs ain’t shit.

“I figured this would happen.” He grins, holding up a metal flask. “It’s time to break out the Asgardian mead.”

The three of you are drunk on whiskey and space-juice, tumbling around the downstairs living room. You are banging on the piano keys, tapping out a stuttering and off-kilter rendition of The Magic School Bus theme song while they wrestle. Why is it that no matter how old boys get, they still love to wrestle? Around their legs is Buckeye, running around in circles and panting, like a racecar at the Indy—only making left turns, having the time of his life.

“Get a fuckin’ ROOM!” You scream, throwing another shot down.

“You mean your room?” Steve laughs back, head under Bucky’s arm, tapping uselessly on his ribs.

“Captain America, fuckin’ in my room. Carve that on my grave, baby.” You mutter, as the piano lid slams down and you take a bow, knocking the bench over with a crash. “Oops.”

“Thas direct action, baby.” Bucky parrots you, “You’re so fucking lame.”

Buckyeye leaps into the air and licks him on the face. “Fuck!”

“Yeah, defend my honor, Buck!” You whoop. “Not you!” You point to Bucky, who flicks you off with a cackling laugh. The sound of it flutters into your ears like a ghost- leaving cold trails down your back. Suddenly, you get an idea.

“Hey-- you guys on Twitter?”

They sit crosslegged on the floor flanking you as you scroll determinedly through what seems to be endless tweets. There are other tabs open, too, of compilations of these. Thirsttweets, you explain. The internet loves and wants to bone the hell out of Captain America. Some of them want the Soldier there too—just watching, apparently.

Steve is seventeen shades of red and a little bit of purple. Bucky keeps cursing under his breath and at one point, you think, is reciting Hail Mary. It’s a million times worse than your playlist.

Who’s Got the Biggest Dick in Baseball is nothing compared to captain america could spit into my mouth and id say thank you

“I would never!” Steve gasps. “Or that!”

The tweet in question says: ruin my life big dorito daddy

“What does that mean?” Bucky groans, a little ruffled by all the lewd attention Steve is getting.

“His back is shaped like a Dorito, duh. Don’t get jealous, big boy. You’re next.”

For whatever reason, Bucky’s tweets are way worse. Maybe it’s his persona—that redeemed baddie type of thing. People eat that shit up like chips and dip—and apparently want to eat him too.

As long as I have a face, Winter Soldier has a seat rearrange my guts, Sargeant Sexy When will James Buchanan Barnes put his fist in me? WHEN? I didn’t know I was into getting choked until I saw that metal arm.

You snort whiskey into your lungs in the middle of reading one out loud and spend the next five minutes with your insides on fire. Steve has his head in Bucky’s lap and there are tears coming out of his eyes both from Bucky’s clenched jaw and you, crumpled into a heap spewing amber.

A jazz tune belts out from the surround sound system. Steve has picked a Music Choice station from the seemingly endless list of cable possibilities and of course, being a nostalgic thing, chose Swingers — wait, Singers and Swing. Your brain is loopy with joy.

“Didn’t you say you took dance lessons?” Steve asks nonchalantly.

“Uh-huh,” you sigh on the floor, legs crossed over Buckeye as you pull him down on your tummy. Rolling side to side with you, your dog begins to groan and flop, aggravated at your antics.

“You know, Buck used to dance.”

“Uh-huh, you sure did, didn’t you, big baby?” You kiss Buckeye on the nose.

“Bucky. Bucky, not Buckeye.”

He returns from the restroom with his hair pulled away from his face, changed into a long sleeved soft shirt and sweats. “What?”

“You used to dance!” Steve urges with a flick of his wrist, “Get on out there!” He waves his finger to the carpeted living space where you are spread-eagled, trying your best to keep your dog next to you. Damn it, you want cuddles!

“You want me to lead her? Stevie, I couldn’t lead the girl to water if she were a horse.”

“I am not a whore!” You cry indignantly, shooting up from the carpet and knocking Buckeye over with a yelp.

“A horse! Jesus H. Christ, ya deaf!”

You probably are, you think, as the music slurs itself into one long whine. Bucky grabs you by the hand anyway, determined to prove some point to Steve. He turns you around until you face him and takes a second to start on the right beat.

It’s like a switch has flipped and he becomes all step and sway as he moves to the music, leading you, too. Some vestigial memory digs its way out of your muscles from all those damn dance lessons and your feet point and tap along with him, hips rocking when he spins you around and pulls you back. A grin slowly breaks across his face, big and lopsided, all teeth.

You feel like a little puppet in complete submission to him as he expertly uses the perfect amount of momentum to change your course.

Laughter bursts forth from your mouth as you whirl dizzily around Bucky, hands clamped tightly in both of his. The room is a blur of colors and the blue of Steve’s eyes, watching.

At one point, you stand hip-to-hip side-by-side and kick your feet together before he takes you by the waist and dips you low. You’re breathless as he laughs, mirroring your puffs of warm air from above, wild with motion— his hair slipping from behind his ear to hang over your forehead.

“Holy shit you got moves.” You proclaim as the song finishes and he tugs you up with a satisfied chuckle. A slower melody comes on and you move to return to the couch where Steve is sitting with Buckeye, but Bucky tugs you again, closer.

He places one hand behind your back, resting on the ridged thread-bare waistband of your pajama shorts, and the other one he holds up to his chest. You blink away the fuzzy spots from your eyes and peer at him, looking so far away even though he’s just inches apart. His expression has changed, dropping into something distant and removed and staring straight through you.

You see it now. He’s not Bucky anymore.

It hits you like a bag of bricks, that this is James Barnes, in all his glory as a beautiful Brooklyn boy. Out dancing with a girl. Laughing, just like this: bristled, square-jawed and cleft-chinned. Wide, pouty lips. Bright steel eyes. Before he was a soldier, he was just a boy.

Before he was The Soldier, he was just a boy.

His chest rises and falls slowly as he takes a deep breath. The crooning in the background is tender, melodic, with the singer’s sweet voice pining for her loved one accompanied by delicate plucks of a piano.

Once, too, he pined.

The tears in your eyes spill over when you press your mouth to his. Bucky lets go of your hands and you catch his face with them, instead, holding onto his head, fingers grazing his ears and neck and brushing away his hair. You kiss him as if he might be shipped out to war tomorrow. It hurts even more to know that he probably had a night just like this, in the arms of a girl he loved, right before his entire life changed.

And then, you tear away and look at the couch where Steve sits, chewing on his lip, red-eyed too. You sob uncontrollably when you rush around the table and into his arms. He wraps them around you, pushes his face down into your shoulder.

“I love you guys.” You whisper, curled up in Steve’s lap, because the story of Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter was never explicit in the history books, but you know it too. “Oh God. I’m so sorry it’s like this. I’m so sorry.”

Steve forgets sometimes, that they were ripped out of time. He forgets the torment and tearing of Bucky’s entire being. They busy themselves in tomorrow and moving forward so much that they bury how the things that made them also broke them.

You are clinging onto his shirt, crying for him now, for both of them. Two handsome soldiers, living, dying, resurrected again. Having only each other to know and hold.

Sergeant Barnes of the 107th closes his eyes and presses his lips together. When he opens them, he is Bucky Barnes of the terrible, modern age once more. He crosses the room quietly, as he always does, as he was made to do. He sits down next to Steve as you look up at him with love and sympathy and so much sadness he can’t stand it. He links his hand in yours and smiles in a way that cracks your heart right open.

“Don’t get weird, kid.” Bucky whispers with moist lashes. Your laugh is strangled when it escapes your throat, all wet and whine as you squeeze his fingers tighter.

“I love you. You don’t understand.”

Steve breathes a sigh into your shoulder and rubs his damp cheeks on the penguin print of your sleeping shirt. From next to him, Buckeye looks up quizzically and gives his arm a long, slow lick.

“Yeah, yeah,” He mutters, swatting at your dog’s snout lovingly, lips pressed into your collarbone. Then, he kisses you too, tipsy and torn open. In the background, Julie London sweetly croons:

If there’s a cloud above and it must rain, we’ll let it.

But for tonight, forget it.

I’m in the mood for love.

Next Chapter

#marvel #mcu #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader x bucky #self insert #fanfiction #FiMS

769 notes · View notes

chilinati2 · 5 years ago

Text

Special #21 - Frisch’s Big Boy Chili

Yeah, I’m going to go ahead and include Frisch’s Big Boy and their chili as a Special on this Tour because... well, their chili is certainly unique, it’s origins appear local, it’s often served on spaghetti (the “Cincinnati way”), and it’s popular enough around here not to ignore. All of this leads me to believe their recipe at least deserves a mention in the discussion about what qualifies as “Cincinnati chili”.

The quick answer, for me, is NO... it is not Cincinnati chili.

Briefly... Frisch’s Big Boy is a regional diner chain that has historical ties to the National Big Boy chain, but has since been able to operate completely independent of it, at least in the Ohio/Kentucky/Indiana region and some areas beyond, with dozens of restaurants across the Midwest. They are known for their version of the Big Boy sandwich, which includes their own famous tartar sauce, other sandwiches, chili and flavored Coke products (not Pepsi).

The chili is pretty new to me. When Frisch’s was a brief client of ours a few years ago, I had the opportunity to tour their commissary. One of the highlights was the giant pot of chili, which I don’t know that I had ever tried before... not sure why, or if it was just that unmemorable if I had... but I had no memory of ever trying it. It smelled great, though, and before long, I was ordering cups of it somewhat regularly upon dine-ins.

Its consistency is very similar to that of Cincinnati chili... a very fine, smooth beef sauce that might be a hair thicker than most Cincy chilis. No evidence of veggies, chunky or not. The kidney beans, however, stand out as they are left whole, and this is where we start losing similarities. The main flavors are more in the tomato and chili peppers realm, though it is not spicy in any way... in fact, many copycat recipes call for sugar, something regular chili fans would roundly laugh at! All in all, it makes for a unique flavor and experience... the consistency of Cincinnati chili, the beans of Texas chili, and perhaps the flavor of a sloppy joe... or some of that Custard Stand stuff I had last time. One could argue that any unique chili that originated in Cincinnati is official “Cincinnati chili”, but that’s an existential debate for another day!

Fortunately, most Frisch’s locations will let you order it with varying degrees of bean (of course, I like mine with as few as possible). And for as long as I can remember, it’s always been available by the cup/bowl or served on spaghetti, as a “chili and spaghetti”, not as “-ways”. They do not have hot dogs on their menu, so no coneys/chilidogs can be found. Though I swear the printed menu said cheese comes with the dish, it did not come with MY dish, and I had to ask for some to make a “3-way”. To be fair, no photos ever show the chili and spaghetti having cheese on it... although the chili is being served in a “Cincinnati way”, it is not trying to be a competitor to Skyline here... people in this area just like their chili on spaghetti!

I decided the other day to FINALLY try the chili and spaghetti and see how close to a Cincinnati chili experience it comes. The platter comes served with garlic toast and a choice of side dish (tater tots with tartar sauce for me!)

Frankly, it’s a good dish, perhaps ranking higher than some 3-ways on this Tour. The chili flavor is unique, but at least it tastes good with the pasta. The cheese may have made the mildness of the chili even milder – again, it was my choice to add the cheese – but overall, it was good. I don’t think it ranks near the top of my favorite Frisch’s offerings, and I don’t consider it an alternative to [insert popular chili parlor here], but it’s worth a try if you’re curious about it.

I rate Frisch’s chili and spaghetti a “very close but no cigar”. It is a good, unique chili that is very local and very similar to Cincinnati chili, but isn’t quite there, and intentionally so. Give it a try and judge for yourself!

PS... Does this post mean I’m going to go off on similar tangents with other chain restaurants and their chili offerings if served in “Cincinnati ways”? No, not really. For instance, I was asked a lot about Steak & Shake’s chili spaghetti, and on top of not being good, it was also more in the Texas chili realm and not really very local in origin. There have been times when a Stop turned into a Special for that reason (see the Pepper Pod from the last Tour). I think this one had enough going for it to warrant inclusion, and if others like it pop up, I will give them a shot. But I’m not looking to try every chili spaghetti – or chilidog, for that matter – in town. I’m looking for Cincinnati chili and it’s unmistakable mix of Mediterranean spices.

PPS... Yes, I am getting back to the Tour next week... more Stops are on the way!

0 notes

neverisalongtime-ja-blog · 8 years ago

Text

Chapter 12: The words

As I told you before this is my birthday week and I wanted to give you all a gift, since everyone keep asking for more chapters in a week. So today Im publishing the 12ve chapter and I'll be posting another one on Thursday, as usual.

Remember to follow Anastasia on Instagram because is cute!

Anastasia_Truman

Much love to you all! ❤️️

———————————————–

Read chapter 11

The day of the first Chili Pepper world tour show had come and Anastasia woke up that morning with butterflies on her stomach. “This is going to be great”, she thought but she was also very nervous.

- Rise and shine! – Her friend, Mandy told her from the bed next to hers.

- I fucking hate your morning energy – Anastasia said.

- Today is going to be awesome!

- What if they hate us?

- Stop it with the insecurity, An! Of course they aren’t here for us; they are here to see the Peppers. I mean, I’m here for them too, but have a little faith. European crowds have always been great!

Mandy always knew how to make Anastasia feel better. They got up, brushed their teeth, showered and met the rest the band to leave for the venue. Once there they did a little sound check before the Chilis arrived. Then they spent most of the day getting to know everyone in the tour crew and hanging out at the dressing rooms. “Everyone seems nice”, Anastasia told Mandy after lunch. She left her dressing room and started to walk aimlessly but in the back of her head she knew where she was going.

She was trying to find Josh, she hadn’t spent time with him since that night in London and she needed it, she needed him. After a couple of minutes she saw him, next to the stage. He was talking with his guitar tech. Without a real intention she caught his attention and she saw him telling some words to the other guy and walking towards her.

Without saying a word he hugged her, so tight and so lovely she couldn’t help but smile.

- I’m so excited to have you here – Josh started to say – I mean to have all of you here – he said after looking straight to the floor.

- I’m excited to be here too – Anastasia said smiling some more.

- Come to my dressing room! We have plenty of time to talk – He took her hand and guided her to a grey door.

- Wow! You have your own dressing room! – She said – Well, of course you do – She felt like an idiot at that moment but Josh just laughed a little.

- I like to have time for me while the rest are making interviews – Josh sat on a big black couch – Come! Sit with me – he pointed to the empty space next to him, and she obeyed his request – How was your flight?

- For me all flights are terrible, Josh.

- Anthony was kind of mad because he thought you were going to fly with us.

- He can’t be mad for that. That’s stupid. We are just the opening act.

- For him you aren’t. Dead Curse is more than an opening act, An.

- Not here – They stayed in silence for a while.

- I missed you – Josh said suddenly – I literally counted the days, the hours and the minutes to see you again.

- Josh – Anastasia said before smiling wide – I must admit that I missed you as well.

- I’ve missed you since that night in Chicago when I was a completely idiot!

- No, Josh! We already talked about this.

- I can’t help but feel that I ruined a great thing that was starting in my life.

Anastasia didn’t know how to act to that. Josh was leaving his pride to a side and opening up to her. She looked into his eyes as she liked to do. She used to think that way she could read people’s minds. Josh was full of regret and so was she and in that moment something hit her like a lightning. She couldn’t wait more and jumped into Josh’s arms.

She kissed him softly at first and Josh responded grabbing her waist and putting her in his lap, then his fingertips touched kindly every commissure of her back, under her shirt. That excited her and she started to kiss Josh a little bit more violently. She broke the kiss for a deep breath and saw him smiling with triumph.

- Why the smile? – she asked

- Because I’ve never been so happy in my life before.

This time he grabbed her waist and rested her back on the couch while he, on top, traced his lips over her neck, without really kissing it, he was just drawing curved lines with his lips and breathing over her skin and that made her moan a little. He looked to her eyes and smiled.

- We can’t do anything here, Josh – Anastasia said looking at the door – It won’t be right.

- We won’t – he said – That’s why you are going to visit me at my room tonight.

That affirmation excited her a lot more. She ran her hands through his hair, and tucked it behind his ears.

- How are you so sure of that? – She said trying to start a game.

- Because I know how bad you want it – He was starting to get excited too, she could feel it.

- What if I don’t show up? – She kissed him.

- Then I would have to kidnap you and it won’t be pretty.

- Maybe I want to be kidnapped.

He was going to answer but someone knock on the door. He let a strong “Fuck” out and went to open while Anastasia tried to look cool there on the couch. Carl was at the other side, quite surprised by the scene. He let them know that Josh had an interview to do before the show.

- I thought we had agreed that I would not do interviews today - Josh replied.

- That’s the rock star life - Carl said back.

- It’s okay, I have to get ready now – Anastasia said standing up from the couch – Go and do the interview I see you later.

- You take the stage in two hours, tell the others – Carl shouted while Anastasia walked back to her dressing room with the feeling that this tour was going to be better than she expected.

Sex that night was amazing, of course. They did it four times and neither of the two could catch a single Z, so by the next day they were both very tired for the second show in Budapest. In spite of that they did an amazing job up the stage.

The days were passing fast. At daytime they acted like the best of friends, but most nights Josh and Anastasia fall into the lovers’ abysm. She didn’t stay with Josh every night, she thought this way they would keep their secret safe, but Mandy knew it all since she was Anastasia’s roommate.

- Look at you, six months ago you were closing your heart to love and now you are having all this sex and looking so radiant. Which is totally unfair since Peyton is so far away from me – Mandy told her one day. Anastasia just smile to her friend.

Helsinki was the last date at that point because of the Chilis’ schedule (two weeks on and two weeks off), which Anastasia found totally unreasonable, but they were the bosses and she couldn’t do anything about it. She was happy to come back to LA. She was going back with Josh this time and she was eager to see how the two would get along in a “normal situation”.

The first couple of days in Los Angeles, Josh and Anastasia were apart. He was visiting his family and she was spending time with her friends. Besides, The Chili Peppers had a gig at the first Rams game of the football season so she tried not to bother him since she knew he was busy.

On a Tuesday night her phone rang and it was Josh calling.

- What are you doing? – He asked.

- It’s midnight, so not much.

- Did you have dinner?

- No, I was at the studio the whole day and came home late.

- Well, get dressed, I’m picking you up.

He hanged up and Anastasia smiled thinking that boy was crazy.

- Where the hell are we going to eat at almost two in the damn morning? - Anastasia said sitting in Josh’s car.

- Do you remember that place in El Sereno that I told you?

- Yes! The pizza place! – Anastasia remembered it.

- The best pizza in LA.

- Well, I’ll be the judge of that.

It really was the best pizza that Anastasia had in a while. After eating she invited him to her house, she wasn’t ready to say goodbye that night. As soon as they arrive home she opened a wine bottle and poured it in two cups. Josh was sitting in her big, white living room as she handled him one of the cups.

- I must admit it was a very good pizza, but you need to try Manolo’s.

- I will. We will. We got plenty of time to try all the pizzas in the world.

- I like the way you think, Sir.

- And I like you, Miss – Anastasia felt her cheeks turning red.

- I think this thing of ending on couches is getting out of hands – Anastasia said – Do you want to watch something on Netflix?

- Let’s keep watching Making a Murderer, I couldn’t watch any of it since I came back to California.

Anastasia turned the TV on and set Netflix on it. The two sat on the same couch in front of the big screen. Half an episode after, they were kissing each other.

- Why can’t I keep my hands off of you when we are close? – Josh said between the kisses.

- I hope you can’t keep them off ever again – Anastasia said – Come.

Anastasia took Josh’s hands and led him to her bedroom upstairs. It was an amazing room with a glass wall from where you could see Los Angeles skyline. Josh didn’t stop to look through the window, he took Anastasia by her waist and put her on the bed to start kissing her again, first on her lips, and then on her neck and finally on her chest, she let out a small moan and looked at him saying “I just love neck kisses”. She helped Josh take his jacket off first and then his shirt. She was wearing a dress so his job was easier. He drew her waistline with his fingers and she roughly ran her hands through his hair. Their bodies were filled with desire. She kissed his neck while he was leaving her naked. Josh looked straight into Anastasia’s turquoise big eyes while he was inside her, and then both smiled.

The adrenaline was rushing in their bodies after all was done. Anastasia rested her face on his chest and stayed there a couple of minutes just to hear him returning to his normal breathing. Just like that, both fell asleep.

In the morning, Anastasia felt an arm hugging her and she turned her body to see Josh smiling back.

- It feels good to wake up next to you for a change - Josh said. Anastasia bit her lip – I love when you do that. You always bite your lip when you are having an orgasm.

- Can I be honest and confess a very stupid thing to you?

- After everything we have done, please do.

- I had never had an orgasm before, just with you.

- Oh… wow! Really?

- Yes, the way you make me feel is something I've never experienced before.

- You make me the happiest man on earth.

- That is something nobody told me before either.

- That is because you never really met someone who loved you before.

- Are you saying… that? – Anastasia could sense the words Josh was about to say.

- I love you? Yes, I do – She opened her eyes and felt like somebody just lifted her soul.

- I love you too, Josh – Anastasia was happy to finally say it, after months of fighting it back.

Josh kissed her tenderly and hugged her tightly.

- You know what? I don’t wanna do this anymore. Not the way we are doing it – Josh said and Anastasia felt fear – I want you to be my girlfriend – Anastasia took a deep breath a gave him a big smile.

- Nothing would make me happier – they kissed again.

Read chapter 13

#josh klinghoffer #joshklinghoffer #klinghoffer #rhcp #fanfic #fan fic #fanfiction #fan fiction #writters on tumblr #writters #writting #joshan

14 notes · View notes

samitopknot · 7 years ago

Photo

day 38 mr redlegs still isn’t back, this is a cry for help

#skyline chili boy come back #thats gonna be my new dean tag until he’s back from injury #deano #dean ambrose #jon moxley #wwe raw #wwe #seth rollins #jason jordan #kurt angle

4 notes · View notes

joshhutchsource · 8 years ago

Text

Josh Hutcherson AMA Transcript

This is the transcript from Josh’s AMA on Reddit on February 16th, 2017. All spelling and grammar errors are as written by the original people This is very long, so the majority is under a read more.

Q: Do you miss working with the Hunger Games cast?

Josh: yes... they were the best! family forever. i miss them all dearly... however we still hang now and then and keep in touch.

Q: Hi! What's your favorite television show to watch?

Josh: the Bob Ross painting show... i can benge for hours

Q: Hey Mr. Hutcherson, is there any actor (that you have not yet worked with) that you wish to work with someday?

Josh: so many.... joaquin phoenix is up there for sure.

Q: Hi Josh, You got second class treatment from Rosemary Telesco and continued with Katniss Everdeen. Does it hurt your feelings?

Josh: hahaha.... life imitates art…

Q: What do you define as your first "big break" into acting and that business?

Josh: For me my first ever job was personally my big break.. I was 9 and I held a goat in the backgroud for a bible study video in ohio.... everyone starts somewhere…

Q: How do you go about choosing a script that you want to work on, both for this project and other professional work?

Josh: I want originality. Characters that are bold and have clear voices. i also want to push the boundaries of what reality is.

Q: Hey Josh! What is the craziest encounter you've had with a fan?

Josh: i had two girls and their mom show up at my door a few years ago during christmas with my family..... that was..... awkward. Im not answering the door next time. Haha

Q: do you think 2017 is going to be a good year?

Josh: hard to believe it can be... however I feel like so many people are getting involved that werent before... this is a moment when people feel energized.

Q: If you had not been an actor, what profession would you have done?

Josh: i like building stuff... and i like photography... maybe building stuff and taking pictures of it... if thats a job

Q: Because Im sure you get the same questions over and over - what's your favorite day of the week, and why?

Josh: Thursday... not becuase im here... but because i like how the word looks. and wednesday is finally over.

Q: JOSH is there anything you couldn't live without?

Josh: my freedom of speech and gluten

Q: your favorite song at this moment?

Josh: Lazarus by David Bowie

Q: Why were you such a little bitch in the hunger games ?

Josh: i prefer other words... however this little bitch survived. so... yeah.

Q: Which country do you think is the safest in a zombie apocalypse?

Josh: Iceland... no doubt. Zombies hate Byjork

Q: What's your idea of a successful person. What would make someone successful in your eyes?

Josh: A person who is comfortable in their skin... I'm defintely not. I have gotten better as time goes on but someone who is and who is genuine is successful for me.

Q: Do you have any advice for someone dealing with depression?

Josh: I'm not certified to answer this sort of thing. However I go back to perception. As well as really find what you care about and express it. film, music, walking... whatever it is that you can connect with is what i try to lose myself in.

Q: i feel like, in my mind, i always associate you with the jungle. Why is that?

Josh: that really makes me smile. I love the jungle and i feel a part of it often. thank you.

Q: hi josh, I'm not very good at english so I can't write a good question but do you like mango?

Josh: yes... im human. never trust someone who doesnt

Q: What do you think about Darren Aeronosfsky as a director?

Josh: I think hes great... requiem is on point!!

Q: Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

Josh: here in this ama.

probably isolated somehwere thinking of ideas of things to make movies about. I dont know!!!! cant think that far ahead honestly.

Q: in ten words can you describe your experience directing "Ape"?

Josh: BEst experience of my life creatively hello cars cat apples

Q: What's your favorite food?

Josh: Skyline Chili... Only available in the greater Cincy area…

Q: You still here? And if so, what do you think of the Oscar contenders this year?

Josh: Moonlight!!! That movie was incredible. I also really loved LA LA Land. those two really stood out for me. so many great performances though. Denzel was on point!

Q: Donald Trump or President Snow ?

Josh: I mean... one in the same right?

Q: How are Driver and Manchi?

Josh: they are the loves of my life.... I worship them. I believe they are quite happy. they get plenty of love and attention!

Q: ‼️‼️‼️ BERNIE SANDERS !!!! ❗️❗️❗️❗️

now that i got your attention,

Do you watch TV SHOWS ? If yes which one

You are such an inspiration to me. After almost 10 years as a fan, im really proud of you and everything you've achieved! I cant wait to watch ALL your upcomings projects and you are such an AMAZING human being Joshua. Thank you for everything. Seeing you in Paris in 2015 was the best moment of my life, i hope i will see you again and talk with you. Please don't forget your fans, we love you so much. (We missed you so much) Will you ever come back in France? :)

Josh: THANK YOU!! that made my day=] I love france and would love to come back!

I do watch some tv... not so so much. I really love GIRLS. that show is so perfect in so many ways. Ive never seen a show that feels more flawed and honest like that one. Best characters ever.

Q: Really wanna know if you'll keep supporting Bernie although the election is over?

Josh: ABSOLUTELY. we must. things are crazy now but we need to vote in local elections and keep our voices loud. I miss the days when Bernie was a real option…

Q: Hey Josh! Congrats on your director debut of "Ape." Were there things you did differently as an actor because you were also the director? How did it change your perspective?

Josh: it was hard... I liked it a lot but it was tough because i couldnt watch the monitors obviously so i had to make notes in my mind while acting in the scene... i realy liked this experience though and i have somehow even more respect for directors than before.

Q: Do you believe in a real life happy ending? If yes, what would you tell someone who kind of lost hope?

Josh: I think a happy ending is possible. I really believe its all about perception. If you can learn to manage that then you can find ways to be happy all the time

Q: HEY JOSH! I'm so glad you have finally done an AMA!

What advice would you give you're teenage self when entering the theatre/acting community?

Josh: thick skin. actors are the most insecure and insane types of people... with that you need to have thick skin to deflect the dissapointment and let downs and judgements.

Q: Do you want to repeat the experience as a director??

Josh: No doubt. I loved it. its extremely addictive and Im feining fo some mo.

Q: Hi Josh ! How are you ? Will there be a French subtitled version for Ape ? I'm a French fan :) Thank you !

Josh: oui... i think.

Q: Yooo RV was a dumpster fire of a movie...that being said, how awesome was it to work with Robin Williams??

Josh: hahahahah! Robin is a saint... biggest heart in the world and never a dull moment. he was the best.

Q: What kind of movies would you like to direct in the future?

Josh: I like stuff that bends reality and questions the human condition... bending the rules. I love films like being john malkovich and eternal sunshine of a spotless mind

Q: Hey Josh! What's your all time favorite movie or a movie you think everyone needs to see?

Josh: Two for the Road. 60's film that was way ahead of its time and has inspried so many modern love stories. its great!

Q: Hello, Josh! As an aspiring filmmaker, I know how tedious making any sort of film can be. What gets you motivated to create? Also, what’s your favorite snack? Cause, duh, snacks are some of the best motivators.

Josh: Honestly I think i get inspired when i see a dope movie... like when i saw moonlight i just wanted to go out and create something personal and important.

Also sitting in a restaurant looking around and making up stories about the people...

Snack..... kale. Fuk off kale!! frosted flakes

Q: JOSH. Huge fan, you're awesome, yadda yadda ;)

You're such a strong ally to the LGBT community. How did you get involved with your organization, Straight But Not Narrow? What is your advice to the community in the wake of certain political events?

Josh: We started SBNN becuase it felt like there was a lack of outreach to bridge communities together... especially in schools where bullying is brutal. I think now more than ever showing your support to your neighbors is paramount in surviving whats going on.

We are all here and human

Q: What was it like working with Mark Ruffalo?

Josh: Hes the best guy in the world. I love that human!

Q: Josh! Favorite 80's movie?

Josh: Lost Boys

Q: Do you have any directorial advice?

Josh: prepare!! Its so important to know what you want to make so when youre there on set you have it all set up.

The script is the absolute base for everything. understad it inside and out.

Q: Hi Josh!

You and I went to the same school, and you even lived in the same neighborhood as some of my close friends. We’ve never met because you always looked like you wanted privacy and I wanted to respect that, plus I’m a shy person who wouldn’t have known what to say. I’ve always wondered if you felt like you sort of missed out on your high-school experience, and if that impacted you on a social and mental level.

I’m trying to pursue my dream of becoming a published author, but sometimes I just feel like it’s never going to happen and that I’ll never be successful in the only thing that I’m passionate about. What advice would you give to someone who’s been told over and over again to give up their dream and focus on a more practical plan for their life?

Thanks for doing this AMA! It’s really awesome seeing someone from Union doing what they love!

Josh: I think that going for something different in life is for sure the most important thing to do... FUCK THE HATERS!

Only you can stop yourself from going for it.

that should be on an inspirational cat poster...

Q: How would you beat up Donald trump?

Josh: With knowledge.... it seems to be his biggest weakness…

Q: Would you rather be attacked by 50 duck sized horses or 1 horse sized duck?

Josh: One horse sized duck.... no question... Ive seen some big ass ducks…

Q: What are the kind of things you learned while working your blockbuster role in "The Hunger Games Trilogy"?

Josh: TEAMWORK. we had massive crews and it is not possible without all that.

Q: Josh Do you have any Tips for a Happy life?

Josh: Inner happiness... you wont find it in anything else in the world. thats the only way to get by and be happy

Q: what is the number one thing on your bucket list?

Josh: go to patagonia…

Q: Was this role challenging for you to play and how do you think you did?

Josh: It definitely was challenging... its a deep and dark place to go to and I like tapping into that side of myself... I think I did alright... Im my hardest critic

Q: It's so easy to hack me because all of my passwords are your name, what do you think about that?

Josh: Its kinda dope,... maybe try changing it for a bit?

Q: What is your favorite horror movie?

Josh: I really like It Follows... and classics like the shining of course... some chronenburg stuff too... butchered that spelling

Q: Is it harder to be an actor or a director?

Have you thought about being in another large franchise such as the hunger games?

Josh: Hmmm. I would say that directing definitely requires a shit ton more focus and work!!! Id say thats more challenging for sure

Q: Are you looking forward to doing the full length APE?

Josh: YES!!! The plan is to fastrack this into production after the short comes out. the feature is even deeper and darker... gonna be weird…

Q: If Peeta tried to fight you, could real life you take him down?

Josh: fuck yeah!!! well... maybe not. I have a ferocious side that I can tap into.

Q: Hi Josh (my brothers name too) What is the most Hollywood thing you have done/seen so far?

Josh: dont ever come to hollywood for a vacation... its tacky and nothing like they make it seem. Hah.

Q: There's definitely a theme of dealing with mental health issues in your film. Is this something you've dealt with personally?

Josh: There have been moments where I've questioned my mental state... haven't gone too far down that road but I think it's beyond interesting to try to empathize and deal with people who are dealing with those.

Q: hey josh! the other night i was really high and felt like i was you. did you feel it too?

Josh: Wait... was that monday?? I felt something then…

Q: Hi,

What is your dream role, if you could have any in the world, and what is your dream directorial role (genre, plot, cast to direct)? If you had to pick one of these, dream role or dream directing opportunity, which would you prefer to do?

Now this is the obligatory thank-you part that I could not pass up the opportunity to post, considering how much your LGBT+ work has meant to me:

I figured this would be a good opportunity to send some well-deserved thanks your way and hope you see it…! This idea of wanting to thank you started in a letter I started writing a good few years ago now… which I still happen to have in my bedside table, because it never got sent. (I don’t think I ever figured out where to send fan-mail to you, which didn’t help my cause.)

I don’t remember, when I was younger, knowing of any out actors. I’m 20 now, but up until my mid-teens, there was a big blank space around the ideas of ‘LGBT+’ and ‘the world’ being connected for me. I’ve known I was gay since I was 11, but the experience was very isolating, not knowing any gay people in real life. I had no foundation to go on, no experience in this, and obviously felt as though I couldn’t talk with anyone about it, even though I remember very few support-type services.

I remember seeing you in Zathura (my Dad loves Jumanji, so it was bound to happen) and ever since then, I think I’ve just sort of stuck with you. I must have seen that movie when I was about 12/13, and I think that’s when I started to hear what it was you were saying, because I noticed it was relevant to me. I followed what you were saying, and as I got older and more aware of myself and the world, it really started to have an impact on me. I felt as though that was my connection, as though that was my way of learning partly about who I was.

Even though you weren’t gay, the fact that you were only a few years older than me and were into the things and the field I also enjoyed really helped me relate to you. Because I related to you and because you actually meant something to me, the message you seemed so passionate about really resonated with me and it gave me a sort of courage and hope I don’t think someone older (or just generally someone whom I didn’t look up to) would have been able to instil. For the first time, someone I liked and someone I respected was talking about this thing I wasn’t able to share with anyone else. And they were a proper force in the ‘wider world.’

I never really struggle with ‘being gay,’ but I struggled with what other people might have thought, and again your dialogue helped with that. It was just so amazing to see someone whom I respected acting in a way that showed me he would treat me and people like me just as he would any other person. Even though it wasn’t a two way conversation between us, I felt that because you were a person with such a big stature who was brave enough to say this in public, that surely you knew people like me were out there and you were at least partially talking to us.

In the big scheme of things, I didn’t have it as hard as some others do, and I never want to take that for granted. My parents are relatively liberal and Australia is an OK climate to LGBT+ in. But I still found that it was hard to relate who I was with something bigger, and it was scary thinking about whether I would have to start a journey of discovery (not just self-discovery, but a discovery of ‘everything LGBT+’ I suppose you could say) on my own. Simply said, you helped me bridge the gap that I think sometimes people forget exists, even for young LGBT+ people in “supportive” environments. Just because they’re supportive doesn’t mean they’re informative or comfortable.

Nowadays, I’m so happy when I see younger celebrities come out, because I know how much that visibility and that platform means to young LGBT+ kids who simply want to see someone like them on television or in the media. Ellen Page, Charlie Carver, Tom Daley, Troye Sivan, Gus Kenworthy, etc, are all fantastic people that I just know will help make all the difference in someone’s life, as you did in mine.

So, all in all, I just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done and continue to do for me and everyone else like me! I think it’s fair to say you’re not just an ally, but a friend too. I hope one day I get to shake your hand and thank you in-person for what you’ve done.

(...well this is the most personal thing I've ever written on this website.)

Josh: Of course! I think its beyond important to give people their voice and fair shot at what they want from life. GET OUT OF THE WAY HATERS!

Only light can drive out dark.

#Josh Hutcherson #interview #Reddit #Reddit AMA

147 notes · View notes

rain-a-dragomir · 7 years ago

Text

In Character Survey:

1: What eye color do you find sexiest?

There is something about those deep brown or blue eyes I find to be alluring, filled with so much emotion.

2: White, milk, or dark chocolate mocha?

Well I’m not much of a sweets person but I’d rather have milk chocolate, at least that’s what I think the question is asking. . .

3: If you could get a Sharpie tattoo on your back, what would it be?

I don’t think it’d matter since there isn’t any room on my back for anything else.

4: Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?

I was born in a large town, but where I grew up was fairly small, quiet, out in the middle of nowhere.

5: Your favorite adult as a child? (and not your parents, if they were your favorite)

Lets see, I’m not sure if I put much thought into that. Maybe looking back I’d might say my old academies principal. Going any further than that is delving into memories I’d much rather let sit and collect dust.

6: What kind of smoothie sounds really good right now?

Oh! Smoothies are awesome! Personally I love anything strawberry! Maybe a Strawberry Banana!

7: Most embarrassing moment from your elementary school years?

Hmm, elementary school embarrassment. . .Might of been when Alexa kissed me in the middle of class. At that time it was pretty shocking.

8: Most embarrassing moment from your middle school years?

Middle school was actually pretty uneventful for the most part, aside from the occasional lunch slip up. You know, tripping and your lunch tray goes flying through the air or something.

9: Most embarrassing moment from your high school years?

Now I wouldn’t exactly call it embarrassing, though it was a bit. I had just so happened to set fire to the school’s swimming pool thanks to a bad batch of fireworks I’d gotten my hands on from one of those roadside stands. Boy did it make a whole lot of noise!

10: Pirates or ninjas? Why?

Pirate Ninja’s!

11: Have you ever climbed a tree more than twenty feet off the ground?

Certainly, who hasn’t as a child?

12: Did you like swinging as a child? Do you still get excited when you see a swing set?

I absolutely did and still do. Even if it might seem a bit childish, I’ll still sit upon a swing if I’m alone and nobody's around. Sit by myself for a bit and quietly swing. Might make for an interesting date.

13: If you could have any pet in the world, illegal or not, what would you get?

Any Kind of pet? I’m pretty fond of Bats, more particularly the flying foxes, they’re just too adorable when they snack on fruit!

14: What's your most favorite part of your body?

My favorite part of my own body? Uh. . .Maybe my eyes? Guess I could say something more vain like my chest or something, but honestly that just isn’t me.

15: What's your most favorite part of your personality?

My personality! I’d say it would have to be both my easy going demeanor while still being able to keep a serious attitude when required.

16: Madonna or Lady Gaga? Neither? Both? Who cares?

Ummm What? Don’t think I know either of these people. . .

17: Have you ever watched the Superbowl all the way through?

Sorry I don’t watch sports, I’d prefer to play them, but even then Football isn’t one of my favorites.

18: Have you ever watched any major sporting event drunk?

I don’t believe getting drunk is necessary to have a good time, besides alcohol doesn’t work on me. My metabolism works too fast.

19: What's the most delicious food you've ever eaten in your life?

Okay now this is a great question! So on my travels I’ve been pretty much all over the states, and tried all kinds of food. Yet the one place I occasionally return to is this small little hole in the wall mexican restaurant that does great pork tamales with mole sauce! Perfect combination of sweetness, and spice that tastes great on your tongue!

20: Margarine or butter? Which did you grow up with?

I really never paid attention, but when I’m cooking, I’ll always use real butter. Just easier. Diet? Who cares!

21: Whole, skim, 1%, or 2% milk? (Did you know they make 1 1/2% milk?)

I usually have no preference on milk to be honest. I’ll either pour it into whatever I happen to be making at the time, or straight into cereal.

22: Which continents have you been on?

Like I’ve said, I do travel quite a bit. Only been in Asia a couple times, wouldn’t mind checking it out in more detail. Both North and South America are pretty much a given. Europe and Australia I’ve also had the pleasure of checking out.

23: Do you get motion sickness? Any horror stories?

Nah, I love car rides and such, no vomiting here, sorry!

24: Backpacks or satchels?

Aren’t they the same? I’ve always just called them backpacks, or backbreakers.

25: Would you wear a rainbow jacket? A neon yellow sweater? Checkered pants?

Well I’m not terribly fond of the whole 80’s fashion sense, or at least I think it was the 80’s. . .

26: What was your favorite cartoon growing up?

We didn’t watch a lot of tv in school, you know the whole boarding school thing. Mostly dorm rooms and mischief.

27: If you had to have a cow or a pig, which would you take? Why?

Umm. . . for what? We talking pets or for food? Pets I wouldn’t know what to go with. In the case of food, Ham all the way! Love ham and Bacon!

28: If you had to look at one city skyline for the rest of your life, which would it be?

There is nothing like a beautiful city skyline, especially as the sun sets and the city lights begin to glow! There was this one place, can’t remember the name. But it was smack dab on the beach, just beyond the buildings you could see the ocean stretch beyond. Occasional ships dotting the water. Truly beautiful.

29: Longest plane ride you've ever been on?

Oh boy! A nineteen hour plane ride. Absolutely the worst ever! One of those people who can’t sit still for periods of time, and boy that trip I was beginning to get claustrophobic.

30: The latest you've ever slept?

Well my sleeping habits are a bit strange. Me being a Vampire and all, I tend to live on a nocturnal schedule unless I need to directly deal with humans, then I’ll adapt to their cycles. But even then there are times I can’t really sleep. Too many things to overthink about. Then again I have slept for an entire twenty four hours.

31: Would you buy a sweater covered in kitten pictures? Would you wear it if someone gave it you for free?

Wow a sweater with kittens all over it. Not sure what I’d think, maybe I’d wear it if my significant other gave it to me. Then again it’d probably be one of those gag gifts.

32: Do you pick at scabs?

Ewww no! Besides, my bodies healing factor works too fast for scabs to form. Thankfully.

33: Favorite kind of bean? Kidney? Black? Pinto?

This is very random. Don’t have a favorite bean, generally just toss em all into a chili pot.

34: How far can you throw a baseball?

Probably much further than the average or above average baseball player, boy wouldn’t it be fun to mess with some of the pro athletes? >:)

35: If you had to move to another country, where would you move?

I’m actually quite fond of Europe, the art, the food, the people, but the place I would move to without skipping a beat would be Venice. The buildings, the canals, the gondoliers singing songs about love in Italian or Veneto.

36: Have you ever eaten Ethiopian food? Vietnamese? Korean? Nepalese? How was it?

I’ve had Korean, nothing too special though. Completely prefer mexican food.

37: Small, liberal arts school or public university? Why?

I wouldn’t know to be honest, only grew up attending private academies.

38: A relationship with love or one with sex?

I don’t see why a loving relationship can’t have sex in the mix. Granted I don’t want a relationship dominated by just sex, there needs to be a deep connection between the people. God maybe I’m just too mushy when it comes to relationships.

39: Do you eat enough vegetables?

I’d like to think I do! Love being able to saute veggies, listening to the sounds they make sizzling in a splash of oil, and lemon juice.

40: Do you like horror movies? How about thrillers?

Well I’m not much of a horror flick kind of person, mainly cartoons.

41: Would you scratch a crotch itch in public?

Oh come on, there has to be a way to do it discreetly! Obviously I’m not going to reach down my pants and scratch in broad daylight!

42: Do you swear in front of your parents?

Yeah, the last time I did that years ago, my mother slapped me into the next week, then slapped me back into yesterweek. A whole lot of fun that was.

43: Coolest thing you've ever been for Halloween?

Okay so in our society we really don’t celebrate halloween as much, I mean the little ones do because who can resist dressing up like your favorite super hero? But mainly our holiday is Samhain, generally the same, just with less costumes and candy but still for celebration. Old world stuff.

44: If you could change your natural hair color, would you? To what?

I can and have to an extent. Granted I don’t change my hair color to something obnoxious like neon purple. Technically my real hair color is. . .you know that silvery blond? Yup that’s the one!

45: Do you want to get married? Have kids?

Sometime in the distant future I’d like to be able to have kids, granted it might be difficult since well. . . I am gay, so something obviously needs to be figured out, but I wouldn’t mind eventually hearing the pitter patter of feet running into my room on morning trying to wake up their daddies. Little bodies jumping up and down on the bed dressed in little onesies.

46: Do you use a reusable water bottle? If not, you should.

Occasionally, not something that usually is of importance.

47: City or nature person?

Can I say a bit of both? While I love being able to just go out on my own and walk through a field or forest, listening to the sound of nature and breathing the fresh air. While I equally like walking down streets, maybe picking a park or local bar to sit at and just people watch. Maybe take a quick peek at their auras, see what kind of person they are. Their personality based on color. It’s pretty interesting.

48: Have you ever used something other than "makeup" as makeup? (Like paint? Markers?)

Well back in school we did have some sporting events, I guess ‘war paint’ would count.

49: Can you walk well in high heels? Even if you're a guy?

Well now, that isn’t something I’ve tried. I’ve got a pretty good sense of balance, but I have a feeling high heels would be my ultimate downfall. Heh.

50: Post 5 awesome things about yourself. BRAG AWAY!

Wow, five things. . .Why are these so difficult? Ummm. Well I’m a pretty good cook, baking comes just as easy. Despite my somewhat quiet, shy, stoic exterior I’m quite the romantic. Maybe a small mushy love filled card on someone’s desk at work, or a bouquet of flowers. Strangely enough I can do some metal and leather working, mostly as a hobby. Boy I’m really not all that great bragging about myself, maybe I’ll just have to let people find out for their self.

#Rain Dragomir #Survey #Roleplay #Original Character

0 notes

solo-bolo-trollo · 8 years ago

Text

A COMPLETE LIST OF ALL THE ALBUMS I LISTENED TO IN 2016

1. Björk—Vulnicura (2015)

2. The Smashing Pumpkins—Adore (1998)

3. David Bowie—Blackstar (2016)

4. ABBA—Arrival (1976)

5. Elton John—Caribou (1974)

6. Red Hot Chili Peppers—Californication (1999)

7. “Weird Al” Yankovic—Off the Deep End (1992)

8. Bob Dylan—Bringing It All Back Home (1965)

9. Anderson .Paak—Malibu (2016)

10. Brandi Carlile—Brandi Carlile (2005)

11. Ravi Shankar—The Sounds of India (1968)

12. Enya—Shepherd Moons (1991)

13. Michael Jackson—Off The Wall (1979)

14. Kendrick Lamar—untitled unmastered. (2016)

15. Frank Zappa—Hot Rats (1969)

16. Billy Joel—The Stranger (1977)

17. Bob Dylan—Nashville Skyline (1969)

18. Adele—19 (2008)

19. Carole King—Tapestry (1971)

20. Ween—The Mollusk (1997)

21. Ween—The Pod (1991)

22. Funkadelic—Maggot Brain (1971)

23. Kelly Hogan—I Like to Keep Myself in Pain (2012)

24. The Breeders—Last Splash (1993)

25. Adele—25 (2015)

26. Paula Cole—This Fire (1996)

27. Charles Mingus—Oh Yeah (1962)

28. Morrissey—Vauxhall and I (1994)

29. The Millennium—Begin (1968)

30. Metallica—Master of Puppets (1986)

31. The La’s—The La’s (1990)

32. Slayer—Reign in Blood (1986)

33. Janet Jackson—Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation 1814 (1989)

34. Natalie Merchant—Tigerlily (1995)

35. Cannonball Adderley—Somethin’ Else (1958)

36. The Smiths—The Smiths (1984)

37. Wings—Venus and Mars (1975)

38. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds—Your Funeral… My Trial (1986)

39. Beyoncé—Lemonade (2016)

40. Bee Gees, et al.—Saturday Night Fever soundtrack (1977)

41. Ween—Chocolate and Cheese (1994)

42. Elliott Smith—XO (1998)

43. Sonic Youth—Daydream Nation (1988)

44. Prince and the Revolution—Parade (1986)

45. Prince and the Revolution—Around the World in a Day (1985)

46. The Grindmother—Age of Destruction (2016)

47. Prince—Controversy (1981)

48. Tegan and Sara—The Con (2007)

49. Death Grips—Bottomless Pit (2016)

50. Love 666—American Revolution (1995)

51. Sleater-Kinney—Call the Doctor (1996)

52. Radiohead—A Moon Shaped Pool (2016)

53. Drake—Views (2016)

54. Slowdive—Souvlaki (1993)

55. Can—Tago Mago (1971)

56. Chance the Rapper—Coloring Book (2016)

57. Kaytranada—99.9% (2016)

58. White Lung—Paradise (2016)

59. Teen Suicide—It’s The Big Joyous Celebration, Let’s Stir the Honeypot (2016)

60. Parquet Courts—Human Performance (2016)

61. Anohni—Hopelessness (2016)

62. A Tribe Called Quest—People’s Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm (1990)

63. PWR BTTM—Ugly Cherries (2016)

64. Bongwater—The Power of Pussy (1991)

65. Metallica—Ride the Lightning (1984)

66. Frankie Cosmos—Next Thing (2016)

67. Har Mar Superstar—Best Summer Ever (2016)

68. Father—I’m a Piece of Shit (2016)

69. Bootsy’s Rubber Band—Bootsy? Player of the Year (1978)

70. Tegan and Sara—Love You to Death (2016)

71. Peaches—The Teaches of Peaches (2000)

72. Paul Simon—Stranger to Stranger (2016)

73. Julien Baker—Sprained Ankle (2015)

74. Thao and the Get Down Stay Down—A Man Alive (2016)

75. Hüsker Dü—New Day Rising (1985)

76. Brian Eno—Another Green World (1975)

77. Sturgill Simpson—A Sailor’s Guide to Earth (2016)

78. Sleater-Kinney—Sleater-Kinney (1995)

79. Mazzy Star—She Hangs Brightly (1990)

80. Lake Street Dive—Side Pony (2016)

81. Billy Joel—52nd Street (1978)

82. Whitney—Light Upon the Lake (2016)

83. Modern Baseball—Holy Ghost (2016)

84. Nurse with Wound—Homotopy to Marie (1982)

85. Diamanda Galas—Plague Mass (1991)

86. Pinegrove—Cardinal (2016)

87. The Replacements—Let It Be (1984)

88. Gang of Four—Entertainment! (1979)

89. Novelty Daughter—Semigoddess (2016)

90. Meat Loaf—Bat Out of Hell II: Back Into Hell (1993)

91. XTC—English Settlement (1982)

92. Kevin Morby—Singing Saw (2016)

93. Os Mutantes—Os Mutantes (1968)

94. Ehiorobo—Limeade (2016)

95. Kate Bush—The Dreaming (1982)

96. clipping.—Wriggle EP (2016)

97. Barenaked Ladies—Gordon (1992)

98. Fitz and the Tantrums—More Than Just a Dream (2013)

99. Car Seat Headrest—Teens of Denial (2016)

100. Kanye West—The Life of Pablo (2016)

101. Elvis Costello and the Attractions—This Year’s Model (1978)

102. Hinds—Leave Me Alone (2016)

103. Mr. Bungle—Disco Volante (1995)

104. case/lang/veirs—case/lang/veirs (2016)

105. Peter Gabriel—Car (1977)

106. Pink Floyd—The Piper at the Gates of Dawn (1967)

107. Lucinda Williams—The Ghosts of Highway 20 (2016)

108. Genesis—Foxtrot (1972)

109. Shawn Colvin & Steve Earle—Colvin and Earle (2016)

110. Peter Frampton—Frampton Comes Alive! (1976)

111. Nails—You Will Never Be One of Us (2016)

112. Mercury Rev—Boces (1993)

113. Jim Steinman—Bad for Good (1981)

114. Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith—EARS (2016)

115. Yma Sumac—Mambo! (1954)

116. Blood Orange—Freetown Sound (2016)

117. Barbra Streisand—Barbra Streisand…and Other Musical Instruments (1973)

118. Leslie Odom, Jr.—Leslie Odom, Jr. (2016)

119. Magma—Mëkanïk Dëstruktïẁ Kömmandöh (1973)

120. Disclosure—Settle (2013)

121. Aphex Twin—CHEETAH EP (2016)

122. Gong—Flying Teapot (1973)

123. The Avalanches—Wildflower (2016)

124. American Football—American Football (1999)

125. Esperanza Spalding—Emily’s D+Evolution (2016)

126. Kevin Gates—Islah (2016)

127. Mobb Deep—The Infamous (1995)

128. Anna Meredith—Varmints (2016)

129. Morrissey—Southpaw Grammar (1995)

130. Maxwell—blackSUMMERS’night (2016)

131. Fetty Wap—Fetty Wap (2015)

132. Mitski—Puberty 2 (2016)

133. The Rolling Stones—Exile on Main St. (1972)

134. Underworld—Second Toughest in the Infants (1996)

135. The Cure—Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me (1987)

136. dvsn—SEPT. 5TH (2016)

137. Neko Case—Blacklisted (2002)

138. Porches—Pool (2016)

139. G.L.O.S.S.—Trans Day of Revenge (2016)

140. Sheer Mag—III EP (2016)

141. ScHoolboy Q—Blank Face LP (2016)

142. The Pogues—If I Should Fall from Grace with God (1988)

143. James Blake—The Colour in Anything (2016)

144. Spiritualized—Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space (1997)

145. The Velvet Underground—The Velvet Underground and Nico (1967)

146. Kamaiyah—A Good Night in the Ghetto (2016)

147. Brian Eno—Here Come the Warm Jets (1973)

148. King Crimson—In the Court of the Crimson King (1969)

149. Aesop Rock—The Impossible Kid (2016)

150. Elysia Crampton—Elysia Crampton Presents: Demon City (2016)

151. The Decemberists—Her Majesty the Decemberists (2003)

152. Jamila Woods—HEAVN (2016)

153. Jethro Tull—Thick as a Brick (1972)

154. Moodymann—DJ-Kicks (2016)

155. KMD—Mr. Hood (1991)

156. Vijay Ayer and Wadada Leo Smith—A Cosmic Rhythm with Each Stroke (2016)

157. Jack DeJohnette, Ravi Coltrane and Matt Garrison—In Movement (2016)

158. Brian Eno—Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy) (1974)

159. Echo and the Bunnymen—Ocean Rain (1984)

160. Debo Band—Ere Gobez (2016)

161. Noname—Telefone (2016)

162. Elza Soares—A Mulher do Fim do Mundo (2016)

163. Godspeed You! Black Emperor—Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven (2000)

164. Megadeth—Peace Sells…But Who’s Buying? (1986)

165. The Higher Up—The Higher Up Album (HGHR) (2016)

166. Vektor—Terminal Redux (2016)

167. Yes—Relayer (1974)

168. King Crimson—Red (1974)

169. A Giant Dog—Pile (2016)

170. King Crimson—Discipline (1981)

171. Caravan—In the Land of Grey and Pink (1971)

172. Tim Hecker—Love Streams (2016)

173. Steve Winwood—Arc of a Diver (1980)

174. Blur—Parklife (1994)

175. Emerson, Lake & Palmer—Brain Salad Surgery (1973)

176. Lil Yachty—Lil Boat (2016)

177. Brian Eno—Discreet Music (1975)

178. Deakin—Sleep Cycle (2016)

179. Rush—Hemispheres (1978)

180. Deftones—Gore (2016)

181. Frank Ocean—Endless (2016)

182. Destroyer—Kaputt (2011)

183. Van der Graaf Generator—Pawn Hearts (1971)

184. Huerco S—For Those of You Who Have Never (And Also Those Who Have) (2016)

185. Frank Ocean—Blonde (2016)

186. Dexys Midnight Runners—Too-Rye-Aye (1982)

187. Yes—Close to the Edge (1972)

188. Woods—City Sun Eater in the River of Light (2016)

189. Sixpence None the Richer—Sixpence None the Richer (1997)

190. BADBADNOTGOOD—IV (2016)

191. Beastie Boys—Ill Communication (1994)

192. The I.L.Y.s—Scum with Boundaries (2016)

193. Mike Oldfield—Tubular Bells (1973)

194. Brian Eno—Before and After Science (1977)

195. CupcakKe—Cum Cake (2016)

196. The Moody Blues—Days of Future Passed (1967)

197. King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard—Nonagon Infinity (2016)

198. Kvelertak—Nattesferd (2016)

199. Lil Yachty—Summer Songs 2 (2016)

200. A-WA—Habib Galbi (2016)

201. Chromatics—Night Drive (2007)

202. The Jimi Hendrix Experience—Axis: Bold as Love (1967)

203. Miles Davis—Sketches of Spain (1960)

204. Gojira—Magma (2016)

205. Atheist—Unquestionable Presence (1991)

206. Hammers of Misfortune—Dead Revolution (2016)

207. Brian Eno—Ambient 1: Music for Airports (1978)

208. Brian Eno—Music for Films (1978)

209. Skepta—Konnichiwa (2016)

210. Angel Olsen—My Woman (2016)

211. Sepultura—Arise (1991)

212. Inter Arma—Paradise Gallows (2016)

213. Van Morrison—Common One (1980)

214. Ka—Honor Killed the Samurai (2016)

215. Motion Graphics—Motion Graphics (2016)

216. Duke Ellington, Charles Mingus & Max Roach—Money Jungle (1963)

217. Kanye West—808s and Heartbreak (2008)

218. Of Montreal—Innocence Reaches (2016)

219. Young Thug—Jeffery (2016)

220. Animal Collective—Painting With (2016)

221. Run-DMC—Raising Hell (1986)

222. Isaiah Rashad—The Sun’s Tirade (2016)

223. Sam Gellaitry—Escapism II EP (2016)

224. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds—Skeleton Tree (2016)

225. The Notorious B.I.G.—Ready to Die (1994)

226. Travis Scott—Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight (2016)

227. Mike Muli—What [You] Desperately Need (2016)

228. Matmos—Ultimate Care II (2016)

229. Meat Loaf—Braver Than We Are (2016)

230. Okkervil River—Away (2016)

231. St. Paul & the Broken Bones—Sea of Noise (2016)

232. Wilco—Schmilco (2016)

233. Arca—Entrañas (2016)

234. Pavement—Slanted and Enchanted (1992)

235. clipping.—Splendor and Misery (2016)

236. Laura Mvula—The Dreaming Room (2016)

237. Danny Brown—Atrocity Exhibition (2016)

238. Fleetwood Mac—Mirage (1982)

239. Bon Iver—22, A Million (2016)

240. Joey Purp—iii drops (2016)

241. Frank Ocean—nostalgia, ULTRA (2011)

242. Vince Staples—Prima Donna (2016)

243. Hamilton Leithauser + Rostam—I Had a Dream That You Were Mine (2016)

244. Beach House—Teen Dream (2010)

245. Open Mike Eagle & Paul White—Hella Personal Film Festival (2016)

246. Preoccupations—Preoccupations (2016)

247. Built to Spill—Keep It Like a Secret (1999)

248. Solange—A Seat at the Table (2016)

249. Guided by Voices—Please Be Honest (2016)

250. The Notorious B.I.G.—Life After Death (1997)

251. Jenny Hval—Blood Bitch (2016)

252. Cocteau Twins—Blue Bell Knoll (1988)

253. Mykki Blanco—Mykki (2016)

254. Leonard Cohen—Songs of Love and Hate (1971)

255. Leonard Cohen—You Want it Darker (2016)

256. Leonard Cohen—New Skin for the Old Ceremony (1974)

257. Pixies—Head Carrier (2016)

258. Angelo Badalamenti—Twin Peaks soundtrack (1990)

259. Crying—Beyond the Fleeting Gales (2016)

260. GZA—Liquid Swords (1995)

261. Jeff Rosenstock—WORRY. (2016)

262. Cynic—Focus (1993)

263. Touché Amoré—Stage Four (2016)

264. Busta Rhymes—The Coming (1996)

265. American Football—American Football (2016)

266. A Tribe Called Quest—The Low End Theory (1991)

267. Rihanna—ANTI (2016)

268. A Tribe Called Quest—Midnight Marauders (1993)

269. Death Grips—Interview 2016 (2016)

270. A Tribe Called Quest—We Got It from Here…Thank You 4 Your Service (2016)

271. Leonard Cohen—Death of a Ladies’ Man (1977)

272. Mannequin Pussy—Romantic (2016)

273. Childish Gambino—Because the Internet (2013)

274. Kero Kero Bonito—Bonito Generation (2016)

275. serpentwithfeet—blisters EP (2016)

276. Scott Walker—Tilt (1995)

277. Bruno Mars—24K Magic (2016)

278. PUP—The Dream is Over (2016)

279. Tori Amos—Boys for Pele (1996)

280. Goldie—Timeless (1995)

281. Childish Gambino—“Awaken, My Love!” (2016)

282. Fatboy Slim—You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby (1998)

283. Stereolab—Emperor Tomato Ketchup (1996)

284. The Verve—Urban Hymns (1997)

285. Metallica—…And Justice for All (1988)

286. Various Artists—A Christmas Gift for You from Phil Spector (1963)

287. Bruce Springsteen—Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J. (1973)

288. Injury Reserve—Floss (2016)

289. The 1975—I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it (2016)

290. The Orb—The Orb’s Adventures Beyond the Ultraworld (1991)

291. Jeremih & Chance the Rapper—Merry Christmas Lil Mama (2016)

292. Margo Price—Midwest Farmer’s Daughter (2016)

293. George Michael—Faith (1987)

294. Brian Eno & Harold Budd—Ambient 2: The Plateaux of Mirror (1980)

#music

9 notes · View notes

glopratchet · 4 years ago

Text

404-not found

Oh boy. I don't think you want to hear the rest of it either, but then again neither do I. You turn your attention back to Vera and tell her that she needs to take a break from this for awhile since she is starting to get tired herself. She doesn't really argue with you, though she does say something about how if you ever need anything just let her know so she can help out as much as possible anyway. You need to pee too, so you ask Vera what she would like to drink first. She says she wants water, which you agree to since you're pretty thirsty yourself. You head over to the sink where you rinse off your face and hands before grabbing a washcloth and washing up as well. Once finished, you grab another towel and start drying off in between rinsing your hair with the water while looking at yourself in the mirror. You need to poo again too, but you doubt if you will get the nerve up to tell Vera to stick around a second time tonight. So you quickly wash your hair and towel off before returning your attention to Vera who is absentmindedly watching you toweling off your upper body. A part of you wants to tell Vera to shower with you since despite her epic failure tonight, there is no denying that she is attractive. You need to sell some insurance... Choose: Do you want to sell some life insurance? & "Gee James, that's the last thing I need, especially since I'm leaving." Vera says a bit irritated. -- The End -- You both head down to the lower level and wait for Gabri on one of the beds. He finally joins you, or rather drags himself in. You need to see the dawn... Choose: Continue------ 80 year old Gabri's face is holding up better than a lot of people you know 20 or even 30 years younger than he is now. You just hope you age as well. Bombs bursting in the lightening sky above, Forge your armaments and deadly machines. Cast them into the fray when the moment arrives, And will a vict'ry for liberty's sweet sake. Also known as The Chimera in more scifi circles, this experimental craft is the first real attempt at creating a long range cruiser to fight the Eternals on their own turf. And just in time too, less than two years later the entire universe seems to be against you. Before the time of the alligators, the Chimera served as a recon ship, though nowhere near as big or heavily armed. At the time, it was more of a automated probe with a tiny crew that transmitted information back to base giving the armies of mankind more targets to destroy unhindered. Although largely stripped of all its fancy and unnecessary equipment, it still serves to direct Goliath class Dropships through rough terrain. When the stains of night arose to take over the darkness, a warning call rang out from the now-dormant ship on the edge of human controlled space. Warned about newer and larger starships cutting off the path between Earth and uncoviced systems, each cruiser has had to extend their range, delaying reinforcements that may have helped setting up a more defensible line time and time again. I love you so much that I want to kill you, Self-important bureaucracy declares me your foe, My passion for you intensifies with each new skyline, But all affections are lost on one so unconcerned. You push apart the slick skin of the alligator's mouth to get inside. Be careful not to cut yourself on their razor sharp teeth. Choose: Enter Alligator's Mouth... Please be well... Please be well... The alligator slowly revolves on it's pedestal, a cyptic sculpture waiting to be noticed. Once inside, you notice a number of people peer at you from the alligator's mouth. A whirlwind of emotions come over you and out of confusion or fear, you slow down time to make sense of the chaos within that surprisingly calm space. Grabbing onto an arm of a nearby civilian firmly, a pained look on his face he turns towards you. Now for a story about alligators fire and fight, And primordial passion in form of this statue all right. Can you feel a warm stickiness coming off my hand? Choose: Hold On or Let Go. Fire and fight, passion and alligators, AND love? Well played mystery guest! Well...played... Dashing through the darkened halls, your arms laden with food and supplies, you hear loud cracks and booms as explosions rip through the air, shaking dust from the ceiling. You run as fast as your legs can carry you with several company men yelling and swearing behind you. Let there be some light, So that you might see some people searching, For someone to go back and fight, While others hide in the shadows fearfully. Roll for your if you oppose them. A shadowy hoodie hanging down past his face, a sharp-looking good-guy badge on his sleeve. That's right, this is your captain! He's come all the way here from Washington just to find you. Where are you going with all of this water and food? Choose: Continue or Hideout. You've chased a band of men through half the towns and settlements in this area, why would one silly alligator scare you off now? Letting down your friends like that would be super uncool. crowd image source: nugget Reviews If you don't complete your task within 48 hours, you'll float until your supplies run out at which point you'll die of thirst and starvation (or be eaten). Up to the moon the ship sails, past houses and heaven above, into a dark night with even darker ambition. When a body is found, the winds of confusion start to blow. Like someone whisper "Who did it?" in your ear... You're given three arrows and told that if you fail to kill your target then there will be no coming back from this one. The man is willing to confess, we just need someone reliable to shoot the dumb jerk. Yeah what happens when you skip a space Choose: Continue or Haul Butt. What happens when you skip a sentence?Why does anyone like big butts? What happens when you don't use coconuts to surf? Just how hard is it to shove a tree on top of another guy anyway? Why don't people eat the tasty with some chili? These questions and many more will forever burn inside of us, my friend... Even I don't know... why. Do not give up on me now! I'm finally getting to the good part. Once you do one of these, it'll affect the story for around twenty pages. They range from changing small one-line things to unlocking whole new paths to go down so pay attention. "Why would you think that? He's obviously just a regular employee." "You know more than anyone that there's no such thing as a regular employee around here.'' "True... true... 404: not found. If your mind is anything like mine then you're probably experience a powerful desire to :zip: around the following hallways. Most narratives are swiftly linear affairs, but Room is a story being told by a 4-year-old and there's some serious quirks when it comes to its layout. You'll get to pick from four options every so often and each selection will take you to a different bit of the tale... or even another story entirely. Confusing? I bet. 404: not found. ; Raleigh's Restaurant - Night 1 You look at your gooey reflection in the window. "Still as handsome as ever." The driver looks at you and shakes his head in dismay. "Will you stop talking to yourself?" I ask him why, if he dislikes it so much, he continues to put up with me. He ignores my question-- he knows as well as I do that no noise is louder than the sound of silence. 404: not found. It takes a while for you to notice that it's mold and not dust coating the walls; after all, the latter is something you're no stranger to. You wipe away a streak of grime and what was-- mere minutes before-- a condensation-filled glass... Now cracked from the heat of nostalgic rage. The orange hue of flame bounces off the shimmering walls, it dances among your surroundings... but does nothing to warm the incredibly bitter atmosphere. 404: not found. The rotting chair's here are far too heavy to carry while sprinting away; even the sticky floor beneath you is a safe zone compared to hovering between your merciless past and uncertain future-- if you even have one. Will anyone even miss you when you're gone? If they do, will it matter? After all, it only took a few days for everyone to start depending on you for their continued safety; what a hassle being important is... "You missed a spot," 404: not found. You don't have anything to say, but it'd be rude not to make the noise of acknowledgement in some way; you clear your throat as loud as you can and then :shake: your head-- in the direction of the sound-- a few times. "No... you..." The reflection has your attention now. "You don't get to live. Not after what you did... You don't get saving, either." 404: not found. Your head now bounces-- uncontrollably-- as if someone flicked on a switch to make it so, and the glaze over your eyes spreads to your entire body. Now even your reflection can see how tense you are. "They told you that you passed with flying colors, but they lied. They always lied... They knew it too. They just didn't expect you to repeat after what happened before... 404: not found. 404: not found. 404: not found. YOU CAN'T COME TO SAVELSVILLE. YOU WON'T BE SAFE HERE. 404: not found.Tip: If you're logged in, your g

0 notes