#song: pina colada

[k3fanblog]

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[gracegrove]

Thought of the day:

Billy and Steve unintentionally reunite in the late 90s because they both answered each other's lonely hearts ad in the newspaper.

[sciderman]

I really don't like how we're just glossing over the fact that Gwen cheated on Peter let alone MJ hiding this from him.

who's glossing? i'm writing a whole fic about it.

2. they were on a BREAK

3. you're forgetting that peter and gwen are dramatic irony the couple™ and at exactly the precise same time gwen had her tongue down mary jane's throat peter had his tongue down harry's. the exact same night.

the joke is that peter has been burying all this guilt for years thinking that he'd failed gwen and was terrible and dishonest and she was an angel who was too good for him until he finds out. gwen was always just as much of a messy bitch as he was. but he was too busy spiralling in his own messes to realise that gwen was just as messy as he was.

4. mj didn't tell him, sure. but that's because she assumed gwen told him. i don't think mj's the sort of girl to say "hey by the way i fucked your girlfriend shitlips" even if that would be hilarious. she didn't think it was a secret though and definitely thought gwen told peter.

and yeah. i'd hesitate to call it cheating - they were definitely on a break. they might not have laid down a law, and definitely both feel ridiculously guilty about it, but they. were. on a break.

i think it was just a necessary thing, for both of them.

i think for me, i'm not about the moral black-and-white of relationships - it always got me down when people point at the piña colada song saying it's terrible. it's about cheating. that's objectively bad and evil so says it in the bible thou shall not commit adultery yadda yadda yadda. no, no, shut up. that's not what the song is about. the song is about rediscovering there's stuff you've overlooked about your partner. that you can think you love someone, but not actually know them. and you can learn more about them, and realise they're not what you thought, and you can fall in love with them all over again. for me, that's like, the most romantic thing ever, actually. and those who look at it through the "this song is about cheating" lens completely sleep on how genuinely, sincerely cute and romantic it is. that it's a song not about cheating, but discovering stuff you didn't know about your partner, and falling in love with them all over again. finding out that actually, you're both the kind of person who's crazy and lustful for life enough to run away with a romantic stranger on a wild escape, but you were both too afraid to admit that to each other. i love that song. it's so much more sincere and human than any stupid love song. nay sayers get away from me.

i think peter and gwen are a lot like that piña colada song. neither of them are a villain. both of them make mistakes and both of them were messy and both of them had stuff to figure out before they could make it work together.

i... sighs... i'd like people to kind of stop expecting these guys to be right all the time. they're disasters. i wouldn't be interested to write them in any other way. and i promise you wouldn't be interested to read it, either. i'm here for the messy bitches who have stuff to figure out. shout out to the messy bitches who have stuff to figure out.

[biracy]

This has been a pet project of mine of late. Does anyone understand the vibe here

[bougiebutchbitch]

UGH I wanna write an alter-egos fic where Batman and Joker and Bruce and Jack get together. Only neither of them know the others' secret identity. Which means, Bruce is cheating on Jack as Batman with Joker. And Joker is cheating on Batman as Jack with Bruce.

They're both lying to each other, trying to fool each other and hide who they 'really' are... then sneaking out at night and fucking each other in costume, too sdlkfgjsdjfgsgd

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Rupert Holmes - Escape (The Pina Colada Song)

[tweedfrog]

You've heard of ethical non-monogamy now get ready for non-ethical monogamy

[jomiddlemarch]

Come with me and escape

“…If you like piña coladas,/ And getting’ caught in the rain,” Joel half-sang, half-muttered as they trudged through the woods, getting steadily wetter with every mile. Joel’s boots were better than Grace’s, so he wasn’t already dealing with wool socks going from damp to soaking, but he didn’t have a hood. His greying hair was nearly black, plastered to his forehead and neck. 

It was about thirty-five degrees, just warm enough to have the rain stay a miserable, cold torture, instead of a transient winter wonderland of drifting snowflakes dusting his shoulders. Landing on the tip of her tongue, the clean water sweeter than sugar.

Yeah, Grace could do with a freaking piña colada or really, just the rum. Like a full pitcher of rum. Maybe heated with a poker. 

Maybe poured straight down her throat.

“You like getting caught in the rain?” she asked. There had been a time, within recent memory, when this had seemed like not just a good idea but a nice one. A scouting salvage trip in an area that had a low risk of clickers, the destination an abandoned cabin that had been established as a Jackson safehouse after its owners took refuge in the commune. It had seemed like it could be romantic, good for their relationship, which wasn’t exactly falling apart but let’s face it, raising a teenager together wouldn’t have been easy Before, when there were family therapists, ample supplies of coffee and ibuprofen, and her best friend Lauren and Lauren’s complete collection of The Thin Man DVDs, to provide the ideal variations of respite. Now, when Joel had his past to deal with and Grace had hers, Ellie had a mouth on her like a bear-trap, and they lived in a two bedroom house with one bathroom and mediocre water pressure, making something more than a series of hook-ups and hang-outs sometimes seemed impossible, even when she factored in Joel’s dark eyes and his hands strumming his guitar. And what it felt like to open the door for him and have him walk in, whether it was the clinic or the canteen or the bedroom with the overly rustic bedframe.

(Seriously, the original inhabitants of Jackson had never met a log they didn’t fashion into a piece of clunky furniture. Sometimes, Grace actually felt a physical longing for her college futon.)

This trip had seemed like a good idea and it might have kept on seeming that way until the clouds had seized up on the horizon and turned a livid shade that meant an icy rain and plenty of it. She’d tried to ask the question without sounding snarky and had only ended up just this side of phony naiveté. For a women well north of forty who’d survived FEDRA, there was no innocence left, let alone naiveté.

“Fuck no, I don’t like getting’ caught in the rain,” Joel said. “I wasn’t real fond of long walks in the rain or long walks on the beach or any of that personal ad shit back in the day.”

“You read personal ads?” Grace said. Sports page, police blotter, hell, she could even envision Joel thumbing through the real estate section of the Sunday paper, but the idea that he’d read personals was a surprise.

“Yeah,” he said.

Grace took another step and felt the squelch within her boot. She’d be lucky not to get frostbite or trench foot before they got to the cabin. She frowned and Joel noticed.

“I didn’t answer any of ‘em, in case you’re wonderin’ that,” he said. “Tommy nagged me for a while, when Sarah was about eight, said I needed to get off my ass and get laid. And that if I hadn’t found anyone willin’ in the PTA already, I wasn’t likely to. But it felt fake and anyway, I was busy working.”

Grace took a particularly graceless step and wobbled a little. Joel reached out and took hold her her elbow, steadying her without altering his own gait. There’d been nothing grabby about his hand, despite the suddenness of the gesture, and it felt both comforting and erotic, his warmth and strength at her disposal, guiding her.

“Guy like you would never need a personal ad. If you wanted someone, you would’ve had her just like that,” she said, attempting to snap her fingers.

Joel smiled.

“Just like that, huh? Just like right now?” he said.

“I mean, talk to me once we’re inside the cabin and you’ve managed to light a fire that doesn’t fill the place with smoke,” she said.

A drop of rain rolled down her nose.

“I feel like a drowned rat,” she said, grimacing. 

“I’ve seen you look worse,” he said.

She glared at him as much as she could with the rain spitting into her face and Joel grinning back at her.

“I take it back. Seven out of ten women would’ve walked out of the bar and left you high and dry. They’d say your ad was a scam and you were a jackass,” she said.

“High I can’t manage, but dry sounds good, Gracie,” he replied. He squinted, which should have been unattractive but wasn’t (unfair! her inner monologue complained and dead-Lauren rolled her eyes), and pointed. “Cabin’s another five-ten minutes west. I’ll make you a fire and we’ll settle in for the night. Brought some of Ted’s goulash, you won’t have to get by with crackers and canned peaches.”

“Fine. I revise my estimate. Six out of ten, unless you met them after you played a set. Then only one walks,” Grace said.

“That one you?” he said. He was teasing but she heard the uncertainty underneath. Joel wasn’t used to being loved by a woman. What he and Tess had had together was something else, and he’d hardly ever spoken of Sarah’s mother. Ellie’s affection he could accept and even Tommy and Maria’s, but he didn’t trust Grace wanted him all the time, all the ways.

“No. If you played ‘Walkin’ After Midnight,’ I would’ve said let’s skip the drinks and go home,” she said. 

“Woulda been your place,” Joel said. “I didn’t bring home strange women where Sarah might see ‘em.”

“Good. I’d have liked being a strange woman for a while,” Grace said. They were finally at the cabin. She let Joel handle unlocking the door and focused on getting in and getting her boots and wet socks off. Once she was barefoot, she couldn’t exactly sigh in relief, because the cabin was frigid and her hair was damp, Joel cursing softly while he laid the fire, but she made a sound of quasi-contentment and sat down on the old sofa to root around in her pack for fresh socks.

They were bound to be all the way at the bottom.

“What a fucking miserable night,” Joel said, the wood having caught, the firelight painting his face with gold, his wet hair still black. The rain had turned heavier and the wind started blowing it against the windows.

“It’s okay. Now we’re inside,” she said, pulling on mismatched striped socks that reached her knees. Joel glanced at them and laughed.

“You’re leanin’ into the strange woman thing, yeah?” he said.

“Ellie raided my sock drawer. I didn’t take laundry day into account. Beggars can’t be choosers,” Grace said. “Once it warms up in here, I can take them off—”

“Don’t. Leave ‘em on,” Joel said. “Once it warms up in here, I’ll take off everything else.”

Perhaps, under certain very specific circumstances, which did not require Ted’s goulash, Joel did like getting caught in the rain. That was all Grace could surmise a few hours later, eating the last of the goulash while Joel lay back against the headboard, his bare chest against her back, his hand keeping the bowl steady on her lap.

He was humming the song and she could hear the smile on his face, a clear bright note against the counterpoint of the still falling rain.

Tagging @tessa-quayle because she's my number one Grace Yang fan.

[friendshipgun]

wrote a short little extra scene for 'all i need is some sunshine' for the spring_renewal prompt 'a lot of boxes.' it's Karl pov and takes place after ch12 but before ch18.

Title: nobody's poet Fandom: RE8 Pairing: Karl Heisenberg/Ethan Winters Rating: Teen Excerpt:

He found the box of cassettes first. Ethan told him what they were later. Stood next to Karl in front of the open shoebox picking one out after another and making quiet commentary under his breath, a snort or a softly muttered Really? or Damn that was really only telling Karl that Ethan seemed pretty picky about his music.

[averagesawfan]

of COURSE Taub's ringtone for his wife is the cheating song

[k3fanblog]

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[billyrussoapologist]

Not to be all “back in my day,” but I miss when lyrics would tell a story. Give me “Brandy,” “Famous Blue Raincoat,” “Billy Don’t Be a Hero,” “American Pie,” “Pina Colada.” I love songs that tell stories. Please comment/tag some of your favorites, whether it’s older or new.

[sciderman]

okay so like assuming the budget cuts are somewhat canon, and assuming Peter is Anita's boy toy because of the fanfic, is Wade anything to Olive? Do they have anything established between them? Or has Wade not officially met Olive yet, is he going too?

hooh. hoooh. do i already have a playlist for this too? oh you betcha

wade hasn't officially met olive yet, but we kind of get an inkling to how wade would probably react to olive, just in how wade reacts whenever peter does present more femme.

[x]

wade's starving for olive. he's so, so... SO... just. be-yoing. cartoon boner sounds abound. wade's brain cannot function around him. his blood's just too busy flowing in the southernly direction.

i think olive delights in actually having the upper-hand in this dynamic. wade gets stupid. like. legitimately stupid when he's around olive. verbal diarrhoea. jaw stupidly agape. wolf sounds. salivating like pavlov's dog at dinner time.

yeah. yeah.

i'm kind of obsessed with peter and olive treated as two entirely separate identities, in the same way wade and anita are - so when peter goes on a date with anita - peter deals with anita as though she's an entirely different person to wade - and wade consents to that relationship, as though it were a polyamorous sort of a deal. peter's out on a date with anita tonight, and wade just has to wait at home for peter to come back, and he'll ask him how it went. it's just - it's cute. and similarly, wade and olive have an act going where wade has no idea it's peter. even though there's no mask and no arrangement or agreement between them - wade commits to the bit immediately on impact with olive, and honest to god, you'd believe it's genuine. he can't put two and two together – olive's so different from peter, there's no way they're the same person.

i think the hilarious thing is wade and olive's dynamic vs peter and anita's - god. peter is so, so respectful of anita - they take ages to get past first base, because peter's so sweet, and cautious, and also so respectful over wade's emotions, because - because he doesn't want to betray wade. spoilers for a peter/anita follow-up fic that i might finish. one day.

wade is no such gentleman. he cheats on peter immediately. peter ceases to exist when olive is around. peter? who's peter? i don't think olive cares all too much. and peter legitimately is none the wiser. while wade's aware of anita and introduces peter to her - peter genuinely has no idea about olive's existence. peter is getting cucked by olive and he doesn't know about it. please, please don't tell him.

[loveherallican-blog]

Rupert Holmes - The Pina Colada Song

[arataka-reigen]

You know the pina colada song? Isnt it so poetic how cheating on each other was the most romantic thing they could have possibly done to bring love back to their relationship