#the georgia peach

[juhnkit]

Ty Cobb, Detroit Tigers Baseball

[red-garden]

The peaks are so lucky Shen Yuan was not raised in the southeast US. Can you imagine, him calling his disciples and the other lords “sweetheart” “honey” “sugar” “baby”? Lives would be lost. Wars would be fought. So much laundry would need doing.

[bitter69uk]

“I have always wished I could somehow climb into Little Richard’s body, hook up his heart and vocal cords to my own, and switch identities with him. Admiring his processed pompadour on my own head in the mirror, feeling his blood pulsating in my veins as I looked down at the twitching pencil-thin moustache over his lip, I’d stomp through the world screaming, “A-wop-bop-a-loo-mop-a-wop-bam-boom!” and finally feel happy! Strangers would jump back and shriek, “Good lord, it’s the Bronze Liberace – Show Business Personified!” while others genuflected to the inventor of rock and roll, and for once, there’d be a reason to live.”

/ John Waters reflecting on his hero (and moustache inspiration) Little Richard in the book Role Models (2010) /

Happy heavenly birthday to Mr. Show Business Personified … the Georgia Peach … the Bronze Liberace … his Royal Highness, the divine Little Richard (né Richard Wayne Penniman, 5 December 1932 - 9 May 2020)! We’ll never see Little Richard’s like again. My favourite song by his will always be “Directly from My Heart” (1959). Oh, and “The Girl Can’t Help It” (1958) of course!

[theejuicybimbo]

[fizziedoodle]

Before anyone wants to argue that southern belle is only for white women: A Black upper class woman who values Black history and tradition. She is a supporter of Black owned businesses, and the preservation of Black history. She may be a graduate of a HBC and/or a member of the Black Sorority, Alpha Kappa Alpha.

[brownbunniesblog]

[boaboz2009]

[bitter69uk]

On this day 69 years ago (14 September 1955), a promising still mostly unknown 22-year-old rhythm and blues musician calling himself Little Richard (Richard Wayne Penniman) recorded the outrageous landmark rock’n’roll single “Tutti Frutti” at J & M Studio in New Orleans. In his ambitious 2024 book The Secret Public: How LGBTQ Performers Shaped Popular Culture (1955 - 1979), Jon Savage (author of the 1991 tome England’s Dreaming: The Sex Pistols and Punk Rock – a sacred text for me) argues “Tutti Frutti” represents year zero and forensically deconstructs and analyzes the song. “From the first eruption to the final exclamation, “Tutti Frutti” had a harsh, relentlessly driving sound, with an unrestrained vocalist who punctuated the simple lyrics with gospel shrieks and weird outbursts,” Savage writes. “Honed in the dives and drag bars of the American South and informed by his thorough knowledge of the sexual underground, Richard’s lyrics were a deliberate provocation: “Tutti frutti, good booty / If it don’t fit, don’t force it / You can grease it, make it easy …” In the volatile climate of 1955, they were also a barrier to any kind of wider exposure. [Producer Robert] Blackwell knew that a verse about sodomy would create such a storm as to kill both the record and Richard’s career. Substitute lyrics were needed if the record was ever to get a chance of airplay … Riffing off this basic phrase, Richard pounded the piano, yelled, shrieked and testified over just under two and a half minutes, and in doing so opened up the underground that he had inhabited … By early November, “Tutti Frutti” had sold 200,000 copies, entering the R&B charts in the middle of the month at #12. It was the breakthrough sound of freedom, couched in an extreme androgyny. The game was on.”

[occultangelz]

Georgia’s Finest👑🍑

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[juhnkit]

Ty Cobb - Detroit Tigers (1905-1928)

[red-garden]

Ficlet from this AU (Southeast US SY):

Having the OOC restrictions lifted was a blessing obviously. Well. Probably.

All the formal xianxia shit was a mouthful and a half, and Shen Yuan knew the sect leader was far too soft on him to scold him for indulging in a more casual tongue. Being a Georgia gentleman born and raised, Shen Yuan felt a certain degree of familiarity was owed his students, Binghe most especially.

“Oh come here sweetheart, don’t cry. Oh baby I know.”

His tearful little lamb looked up at him like a deer in headlights. “Shizun?”

“Come on baby, let’s get you something to drink. You like sweet tea?”

Anachronistic he knew, but he needed a taste of home. Not as good as his mama’s, but he never was much of a cook.

There had been a greater number of accidents on the peaks lately. Shen Yuan didn’t know if there was something in the water but every time he tried to be neighborly people started dropping like flies. His martial siblings came to visit more often but left even quicker.

“Xiao Jiu!”

The sect leader always looked like the cat that got the cream when he was let in. He brought a basket of peaches- not the Suwanee from back home, but it was sweet nonetheless.

Shen Yuan gave him a smile as he took the basket to the kitchen. “Ah, thank ya kindly sugar!”

The sect leader went abruptly still. Shen Yuan turned about in concern. “Everything alright?”

The sect leader nodded stiffly, eyes anywhere else but Shen Yuan.

“You got some business needs getting back to? Don’t put it off on my account.”

“Ah, no, Xiao Jiu need not concern himself.”

“Then sit with me for a bit! I made a fresh pitcher of tea and we can have those peaches you brought me.”

“What would Xiao Jiu wish to hear?”

“Anything you please to tell me sugar.”

The sect leader stiffens again. “Ah, I just remembered some work I really must get back to. Please excuse this Shixiong.”

Liu Qingge was hardly better. He came for the meridian clearings on time of course, but he wouldn’t suffer Shen Yuan’s company a moment longer. Frequently he even stumbled on his sword to get away.

“Honey, are you sure you wanna keep clearin my meridians? Seems like it takes a lot out of you, stumblin as you do to get away. I’m sure Mu-shidi would be amenable to trade.”

“S’fine.” He grits out.

Shen Yuan sighs, leaning back into his touch. He huffs a laugh. “Hands like that, I should ask you to be chair all the time! Support soothin my aching back.”

Liu Qingge flinches away, letting Shen Yuan fall backwards. His voice is strained, his face red as a tomato. “I have to go. Bye.”

He falls flat on his face scrambling to the door and darts out like a chicken with its head cut off. Shen Yuan tsks. “If my company is really that intolerable he could just say so.”

Binghe, coming out of the kitchen with a fresh pitcher and a tray of lemon cakes (he knew the protagonist could do it) shakes his head. “Shizun shouldn’t have to put up with him.”

Shen Yuan can resist pinching his little cheek. “Don’t go being so rude to your Shibo now baby, he’s still a grown up…. Even if he acts like a cat in a rocking chair factory.”

[fizziedoodle]

Before anyone wants to argue that southern belle is only for white women: A Black upper class woman who values Black history and tradition. She is a supporter of Black owned businesses, and the preservation of Black history. She may be a graduate of a HBC and/or a member of the Black Sorority, Alpha Kappa Alpha.

[boaboz2009]

Legendary Vixen 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[thecl0setarchive]

Album details for sugar honey iced tea

[juhnkit]

The Georgia Peach - Ty Cobb - Detroit Tigers from 1905 to 1928