#stevie cocker

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Some back to the 80s doodles

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Did somebody say Back To The 80s textposts?

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Miss Brannigan: Not here! Too many eyes! *Gestures vaguely behind her*

Mr Cocker: How many eyes? *Gestures vaguely behind him*

Miss Brannigan: Two plus two - four!

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Miss Brannigan: Do you like my outfit?

Mr Cocker: Not as much as I like what's underneath it

Miss Brannigan: Stevie! We’re in school-

Mr Cocker: No, Sheena, I need your chair

Mr Cocker: Get up

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Miss Brannigan and Mr Cocker from Back to the 80s the musical

Miss Brannigan and Mr Cocker from Back to the ‘80s are Divorced!

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I just wrote a Miss Brannigan/Mr Cocker fix-it fic. While I know the show is deliberately a stereotype of 80s movies and all couples have to have a happy ending, I don’t think Miss Brannigan and Mr Cocker should have gotten back together. So, I wrote this so it doesn’t evade canon but also doesn’t put both of them in a relationship they shouldn’t be in.

Sheena sat on the edge of her couch and bounced her legs up and down. Her shoes made her feet hurt but she had already cried three times while getting ready so she bit her lip and stared at the clock.

7:57pm.

Three minutes until Stevie was meant to arrive. The clock didn’t match the blue floral wallpaper on her walls, but she liked the clock and she liked the wallpaper so she sat on her hands to stop her from taking the clock down.

She hoped Stevie liked her apartment. She had moved since he had last gone to her house. It was a lot nicer than her office. There was a lot of crying in her office. There was a lot of crying in her apartment, too.

Sheena stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t dress as formally as she used to, maybe Stevie would think she had turned into a slob. She wondered why she allowed Stevie’s existence to have such a chokehold round her. She wondered why her hair was sticking out at the back.

Ding dong.

Sheena walked over to the door and answered it, then turned her head upwards to look at Stevie. His hair was combed back neatly, not like it had been the past few months, and he must have put a product in it, a new and better one than the one he had been using recently.

“Hello, Sheena.”

She felt her face crack a wide grin, and her cheeks flushed the same color as her sweater.

“You look very nice,” Stevie nervously handed Sheena a bouquet of flowers, then coughed.

The bouquet was red and was mainly roses. Sheena noticed how she had seen the same bouquet in a store the day before for a very cheap price and pursed her lips, then remembered to be polite and grinned widely again.

“These are beautiful, thank you so much, Stevie,” she rubbed his arm then her hand fell down onto his. Both of them blushed, but neither was embarrassed, just excited.

“So,” he nervously coughed again, “shall we leave?” He held his arm out for Sheena to take, which made her grin.

“We shall,” she said, trying not to let her excitement warp her voice, then took his arm.

Stevie’s car wasn’t grand, in fact it was far from it. It was a dull brown, faded by the sun and time, and was a brand so generic Sheena couldn’t recognise the make. The front was rectangular and almost looked like Stevie, which made Sheena bite her knuckle trying not to laugh.

“Are you alright?”

“Oh yes, I’m fine,” she could feel a warmness inside her chest, a feeling of such intense fondness she felt silly for experiencing. This feeling only escalated when he opened the car door for her and smiled so gently she wanted to cry.

Once he himself sat on his side and placed the keys into the slot, Sheena put her hand on his knee and looked up at him. “I’m so glad we’re doing this again,” she giggled when he started blushing, “I forgot how adorable you can be sometimes.”

Stevie placed his hand on top of hers, then looked down at his lap. “I’m sorry I was an asshole.”

“It’s alright, honey. Now, the dinner reservation is at 8:30 so we should better get going.” She squeezed his knee playfully, then turned on the radio.

The warmth of reconciled love and synth filled the car, and both adults sat in a very comfortable silence. Occasionally, Stevie would hum along to part of a song, and the time Sheena giggled, he stopped with his face turning bright red.

“No, please continue, it was really sweet!” Sheena smiled widely and turned to face him.

“No, I- no, I better not,” he shook his head to himself, then cleared his throat. “I’m glad we’ve put this whole magazine thing behind us, now.”

Sheena furrowed her brow, trying to think why this was in any way relevant. “Yeah…”

“And I forgive you completely.”

She slowly sat forward in her seat, her face becoming more and more tense. “What are you forgiving? What did I do wrong?”

“Your mistake: showing off your body,” Stevie replied happily.

“What are you talking about?” She could feel her cheeks getting hotter and hotter, her eyes hurt from intensely she was looking at Stevie.

“Well, you know, you made a mistake when you were young, but you’ll never do it again so there’s no reason for me to get angry.”

“Oh my…” Sheena took her glasses off to massage her temple. Her head was throbbing.

“It’s ok Sheena, you don’t need to worry anymore. I forgive you.”

“Oh shut up, Stevie,” she whipped her head round to glare at him. After seeing his pathetically feeble expression, she turned back to face the front and said coolly, “Stop the car.”

“Sheena, why are you getting so angry?” He snapped.

“Because I chose to do that. I would choose to do it again.”

“But aren’t you ashamed? Embarrassed?”

“I’m not ashamed. And if I was, it would be my actions that I would be embarrassed of, not yours. Why are you so afraid of a past that you didn’t experience, Stevie?” She felt herself shouting, and she didn’t see the need to stop.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, like a goldfish, and just huffed.

“Please, I don’t want to do this anymore. Pull over.”

Stevie didn’t respond, he just kept on driving.

“Stevie, pull over.”

She watched the houses whizz by.

“Stevie!”

“Fine, just shut up,” he rolled his eyes and pulled over.

Immediately, Sheena climbed out of the car, and just as she was about to start walking, Stevie grabbed her hand. “Will I ever see you again?”

She bent down so that their faces were level, and replied, “maybe on the cover of Playboy when you get lonely.”

Stevie sat in his car and watched as Sheena walked away into the sunset, and couldn’t even find it in him to be angry anymore.

[michaelfeldmanofficial]

Mr Cocker, talking to Cyndi and Billy: So, how long have you two been together?

Cyndi: No, no, no, no no no no no no no no no no no. Me and Billy aren’t together. No, no

Billy: Really? 16 ‘no’s? Really?

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Oh yeah definitely

The two flavors of bisexual

[its-a-hare-pom-pom]

They can’t have a minute to themselves

Unlabelled under cut:

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This is the best thing I've ever drawn.

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MR COCKER?!?!!?!!!?!?!?!?!?!?

AITA for breaking up with my girlfriend over her previous modelling job?

I felt like I was in the right at the time, but now I'm not so sure, so I figured I'd give this internet thing a go.

I, 35M, and my ex-girlfriend, 32F, are both teachers at a high school, which is how we met and got together, just over a year ago.

This is relevant, since, on the day of our anniversary, I ended up confiscating a… risqué magazine from one of our students. I've no idea how he got his hands on it, since it was a 1975 edition, and this kid would've been a toddler then!

Anyway, I began perusing it, solely for educational purposes, you must understand, when my girlfriend walked in and asked what I was doing. I explained I'd confiscated it and was just curious.

She seemed off, but I didn't think anything of it at the time. That was, until I turned the page and was met with complete full-frontal nudity attached to a very familiar face. My girlfriend.

I was in shock and immediately confronted her. It turned out she'd been rather strapped for cash at 18 and took up a modelling offer for the magazine. I told her I needed time to clear my head and walked out.

We had to do a couple of awkward assemblies, but the next time we properly talked was around a week later at a party we both ended up going to.

She told me she regretted the decision she made at 18 and would take it back now if she could, but I just couldn't get that image of her out of my head. I broke things off with her and left the party.

That was a week ago.

I don't own a cellphone, but I know she's been trying to reach me as my mother told me my ex has been blowing up her landline trying to speak to me. I've been ignoring her at school as well, I just can't bear to face her after knowing what she did.

Now I've had time to reflect, I really miss her, this has been my only issue in our relationship So far and I think I might have overreacted. So, AITA?

TLDR: By divine intervention, or pure coincidence, I found my girlfriend posing half-naked in a swimsuit magazine and broke up with her over it. AITA?

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Mr Cocker, doing a school assembly: I will leave you on a poem.

Miss Brannigan: *Waiting expectantly*

Mr Cocker: When the wind does blow… to and fro… you must get your shit together… and fuck up them hoes.

[ometochtli2rabbit]

MAYA:

13.0.12.9.0

wak[6] AHAU[lord]/AJPUH[blow-gunner] - waxaklajun[18] POP

galactic tone: flow/ organic balance

sun sign: SUN| snow or conch/yellow or blue/south

ask for wisdom and continued honored memory of our ancestors

NAHUA:

chicuacen[6] - XOCHITL [flower]

Mictlantecuhtli | Xochiquetzal

chiquatli [barn owl]

lord of the night: Chalchihuitlicue

trecena[6]: Xochiquetzal

x: caxtolli-omome[17] - tlaxochimaco

"The Beautiful Ones", Njideka Akunyili Crosby, 2012.

"The Beauty", Titian, 1536

Day Xochitl (Flower, known as Ahau in Maya) is governed by Xochiquetzal, Flower Feather, as its provider of tonalli (Shadow Soul) life energy. Xochitl is a day for creating beauty and truth, especially that which speaks to the heart who knows it will one day cease to beat. Xochitl reminds us that life, like the flower, is beautiful but quickly fades. It is a good day for reflection, companionship and poignancy; it is a bad day for repressing deep-seated wishes, desires and passions. - www.azteccalendar.com

Today is a day for BEAUTY/BEAUTIFUL:

David Bowie: Beauty and the Beast

Stevie Nicks: Beauty and the Beast

Whitney Houston: The Greatest Love of All

Loretta Lynn: Van Lear Rose

Taylor Swift: Sad Beautiful Tragic & Beautiful Ghosts& Stay Beautiful

Nicki Minaj: Beautiful Sinner

Marilyn Manson: The Beautiful People

Van Morrison: The Beauty of the Days Gone By

Alessia Cara: Scars to Your Beauty

Neil Diamond: Beautiful Noise

Neil Young: Natural Beauty

No Doubt: Beauty Contest

Cliff Richard: She's So Beautiful

Florence + The Machine: How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful

Motley Crue: Beauty

Christina Aguilera: Beautiful

Elvis Costello: All This Useless Beauty

The Moody Blues: Love and Beauty

Halsey: Finally/ Beautiful Stranger

The Platters: You are Too Beautiful

P!nk: Beautiful Trauma

U2: Beautiful Day

Lady Gaga: Beautiful, Dirty, Rich

Earth, Wind and Fire: Beauty

Beyonce & Shakira: Beautiful Liar

Al Green: Simply Beautiful

Bob Dylan: Tomorrow is a Long Time

Elton John: Beauty in the Bones

Temptations: Beauty is Only Skin Deep

The Rolling Stones: Dangerous Beauty

Stevie Wonder: Bird of Beauty

Elvis Presley: Young and Beautiful

Nat King Cole: But Beautiful

Joe Cocker: You Are So Beautiful

Dolly Parton & Porter Wagoner: The Way I See You

Dolly Parton & Willie Nelson: Everything is Beautiful

Dolly Parton: Where Beauty Lives in Memory

Fleetwood Mac: Seven Wonders

Queen: Fat Bottomed Girls

Waylon Jennings: I've Always Been Crazy

John Lennon: Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)

Depeche Mode: The Love Thieves

Björk: Venus as a Boy

Lana Del Rey: Black Beauty & Young and Beautiful & Beautiful

People Beautiful Problems & Beautiful

Prince: The Beautiful Ones & It's Gonna Be a Beautiful Night

Madonna: Vogue

The Beatles: Beautiful Dreamer

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Nashville Municipal Auditorium

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I made a thing