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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years ago

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Just a Dream

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Female Reader, Steve Rogers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2517 // Rating: Mature

Summary: It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen All dressed in white, going to the church that night

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Marvel Cinematic Universe, MCU, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Weddings, Grief, Funerals, Established Relationship, Wedding Day, War Time, Change to Storyline, Steve Doesn’t Go To War, Army, IDK how they do the flag thing, Love Letters, Engagements, 1940s Era, Just a Dream // Carrie Underwood, I Wonder Who’s Kissing Her Now // Bing Crosby, The Song Varies But I Like The Bing Version, Lyrics, Reader’s Wedding Dress

Notes: This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

I sat on my bed my fingers combing through the box of letters in my lap. They were dirty, fingerprints full of grime across the page where he’d stopped and started either picking what to say or being torn away from writing to me. But I didn’t care. My fingers deftly selected the one I’d be looking for. One of his most recent ones. I unfolded it carefully a small smile coming to my lips as I saw his familiar chicken scratch handwriting on the page.

Y/N,

Sorry I haven’t written to you much these past few weeks. I was hoping to get this one to you by your birthday so if it’s late let’s pretend it's the post office’s fault, not mine. I hope you have the best day sweetheart. I know we already planned everything but I was hoping that I’d be home on the day to give you that ring we saw at that jewellers down on 3rd street. But when did the pair of us ever get that lucky? I promise as soon as I’m back that ring’ll be on your finger and we’ll be in that church.

Love you always

Buck

My thumb swiped over his name as if I was trying to absorb the love through the page into my body. I sighed and placed it back in its box before I bent down and placed my shoes in front of me, slipping into them one by one. As my foot hit the bottom of my left dainty court shoe I felt something underneath my toes. I wiggled them trying to get a grip on what it was. It was round and cold against my stocking-covered foot. A sixpence. I smiled. My mother, ever the traditional and also the efficient. God knows how long that had been in there just waiting for the day. I stood up and smoothed my dress out careful for the creases of where I had been sat not to show.

‘Oh you just look,’ my mother said. I turned to find her standing in the doorway. She was in a stiff skirt and suit jacket, a small hat nestled in her hair, and she was looking at me with tears in her eyes. She came into the room and grabbed me by the elbows as she looked me up and down. ‘You look, beautiful sweetheart,’ she said thickly. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. ‘Thanks Ma, do you really think this is still right though? I mean …white?’ I whispered gesturing to my dress. It was simple, skirting around my mid-shin with long sleeves and a moderate v-shaped neckline though I knew it would be enough to get tongues wagging. ‘I bought it specially,’ Mom said, ‘besides anyone says a word they’ll have me to deal with-’

‘Girls,’ my Dad said cutting her off. He stood by the bedroom door nervously, ‘we oughta get going. Traffic..’ He didn’t linger instead he headed back downstairs leaving me to watch where he had disappeared. I felt my mother caress my arms softly and then she headed to the door and waited for me. I looked at her trying to push the lump that had returned in my throat down. With my head held high I walked towards her and we headed downstairs and into the car that my Dad was waiting in.

The ride to the church wasn’t all that long though it felt eternal as my Mom babbled on nervously. Eventually, we pulled outside a grand old building that was starting to look more and more out of place in the middle of downtown Brooklyn. My Dad pulled the car to the kerb and motioned for us to get out which we did, standing on the sidewalk as he pulled around into the parking lot and reappeared, looking harried, a few moments later. ‘That parking lot is busy as hell,’ my Dad griped. ‘Frank,’ my Mom said in a warning tone. ‘That’s a good sign,’ he said quickly, ‘plenty of people.’

I didn’t say anything. My stomach had formed a colossal pit inside itself and my legs felt heavier than lead. I couldn’t focus on anything else but walking up those stairs to that front door. I entered first, my parents behind me, and looked out into the grand hall of the church. It was lined with stone pillars, ornate statues on every wall and stained glass windows that were now blocked out from the light on one side from where New York had continued to grow around them. As the door made a noise heads turned towards me pew by pew, taking me in. Some smiled. Some bowed their heads. Then as my eyes swept down to the front of the line I saw Steve. He stood up watching me closely.

I felt tears burn my eyes and I pulled the veil that had completed my outfit down over my face blocking me somewhat from view. Music started gently in the background as if announcing our arrival.

And then, he was there. At the end of that aisle waiting for me. Bucky. Except he wasn’t him. His handsome face wasn’t smiling back at me as planned. No, instead, a cold hard wooden casket was propped up in front of the altar draped in an American flag.

I felt bile at the back of my throat. Anger. He fought for that flag. Died for that flag. And here it was like some horrible reminder separating me from him one last time.

I felt my Dad’s large hand press into the small of my back, edging me forward though my feet didn’t want to go. I walked down the aisle, my head bowed so I couldn’t see everyone watching me, listening to the clack of my heels on the tatty tiled floor.

We got to the front quickly and my parents slid into the pew behind Steve. He stood there awkwardly looking as if he was trying to decide whether or not to hug me. His eyes were red-rimmed and tears brimmed in them as I stood there. I couldn’t do it any longer. I couldn’t look at him. So, I sat down and he quickly followed sitting next to me in the pew. My vision was blurry and my head bowed but I still spotted the order of service as Steve pressed it gently into my lap. Bucky’s face beamed up at me bringing with it a new wave of silent tears. I heard someone up ahead clear their throat and looked up to see the preacher standing at his lectern, itching to begin.

‘The funeral director tells me everyone expected is now seated,’ he said sadly as the music faded out, ‘so I would like to begin by asking everyone to bow their heads as we come together in prayer.’

I dropped my eyes to my booklet, opening it so I could read the order of service as he started to speak.

‘Dear Lord, we ask you today that you lift up the soul of our dearly departed Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes and with that heal the hurt that has brought us all together on this very sad day,’ he said. I fought the urge to snort. He spoke as if one church service was going to fix everything. As if it was going to pull the knife that had been sticking into my chest for the past few weeks out. My mind wandered, blocking him out, as I dropped my eyes to the page which listed the readings and songs I had chosen for today. As I did I felt a gentle hand slip into mine. Steve.

His fingers were cold and slender. Entirely unlike Bucky who could wrap both of my hands in just one of his. But like I would with Bucky I didn’t shake him off. It wasn’t what I wanted, what I yearned for, but it was enough to keep me from breaking down entirely. Like it had been a week ago.

‘I don’t want to meet with them,’ I said folding my arms across my chest in an effort to hold myself together. My Mom pushed the kitchen door to and turned to me, her face sympathetic yet thunderous. ‘Well you have to,’ she said. ‘Why?’ I said pathetically, ‘I don’t care what they pick. Steve can do it what does it matter.’ ‘It matters because it’s important that Bucky gets a decent service!’ she hissed. She was desperate to yell at me I could tell but the threat of guests in the next room and the fact I kept spontaneously bursting into tears seemed to stave her off, ‘and it might have escaped your notice but you and Steve are all that boy had left. Now, I know you don’t feel like talking to people but I doubt Steve does either. And I know it’s not the same love but he’s hurting too. Maybe a little support from you wouldn’t go a miss.’

I stared at her. Her eyebrows were skirting the top of her forehead and I felt annoyed at just how right she was. I trudged past her and into the living room where Steve was sitting opposite a portly gentleman who was offering him a brochure that Steve took and started to leaf through. The pair of them looked up as I entered and Steve threw the brochure onto the coffee table.

‘Miss Y/N?’ the man said as I sat down on the couch beside Steve, ‘Steve said you’d be along in the minute. We were just going through the brochure and I was just asking Steve if he’d thought about opening hymns.’ ‘We hadn’t started properly,’ Steve said sheepishly. ‘Of course not,’ the man said, ‘though I did say Make Me A Channel of Your Peace is a really nice one.’ ‘No,’ I said my voice hard. ‘Or Amazing Grace-’ ‘Buck,’ I said my voice strangling his name as it came out. I had barely spoken it since we had heard the news, ‘he didn’t go to church. He didn’t know any hymns.’ ‘Yeah,’ Steve said, ‘what about a song instead?’ ‘Well, the organist-’ ‘Would be able to read any sheet music we got right?’ Steve said overriding the gentleman who was looking a little irked. ‘Yes, I’m sure they would,’ he said setting aside the sheet of paper he was holding.

‘What should we pick?’ I said nervously looking at Steve. He looked exhausted. His face was practically grey and the bags under his eyes were more black than purple. He also looked thinner, if that were even possible, his face a little more gaunt. ‘I wonder who’s kissing her now,’ he said without missing a beat then his gaze caught mine. He dropped his head nervously as he mumbled, ‘he loved that one…played it the entire day the first time he met you..damn near broke my record player.’

That familiar lump returned to my throat as I pictured them sitting in Steve’s tiny front room him putting the needle back again and again so the song would play. It wasn’t even my memory and it was like a knife to the gut.

‘Shoulda never turned him down that day,’ I said with a chuckle which surprised everyone in the room. ‘Nah,’ he said, ‘he needed knocking down a peg or two.’ ‘I bet it bruised his ego,’ I said sadly. ‘Never, you know Buck…never backed down from a challenge,’ he said and I nodded though it was tiny. His words hit me like a freight train. He was right. Bucky never did back down from a challenge. This was why we were here. ‘Right,’ the man said clapping his hands together in order to move proceedings along. As he started to babble on about psalms and readings I stared at the wall behind him blankly. Until, after a moment, I felt a tiny hand slip into mine on the couch beside me. My fingers laced into his at once and I didn’t let go until that man was firmly out the front door.

My not paying attention had lasted longer than I had expected because when I looked up I found everyone was standing and Steve’s hand was tugging me upwards. We sang a couple more songs. My Dad got up and said the eulogy, a fact a was thankful for as neither Steve nor I figured we could get through it in one piece, and then just like that it was over. Army officials descended from the sidelines in perfect unison as we stood watching their dance. I could feel Steve stiffen beside me. Out of patriotism or longing, I didn’t know which. And then one of them was in front of me offering a folded-up flag out to me like some medal of honour.

Dozens of eyes burned into me as I looked at this man. Stern. Unyielding. I reached out and took the flag off of him holding it to my chest but it was no use. As a horn started to play a military procession and several men lifted Bucky’s casket off of its stand my heart broke.

It was like a bullet ripping through me, fragmenting my heart into pieces. I wanted to drop to my knees. I wanted to scream. Sob my heart out. But I couldn’t. I was stuck. As they moved passed me leading Bucky to the hearse I stood frozen to the spot. Steve and my Dad grasped me gently by the elbows and pushed me forward. It was a wonder one of them didn’t have to move my feet in step either.

It was like wading through custard. Wading through custard on a road a mile long. Like I was dreaming. I wished I was. I willed myself to wake up. Hoping that when I came to I’d be lying in bed with Bucky, his arms wrapped around me as he gently caressed my hair. I wanted him to ask me what my nightmare was about and for us to laugh at how preposterous the idea was because he would never leave me.

I wanted to walk out this very door as I had planned. My Dad and Steve were still behind me but Bucky was on my arm instead, confetti around us as we celebrated being newlyweds. Like we should’ve been doing today.

But I couldn’t.

Y/N,

I’m coming home! Well for a while at least. They’re shipping us somewhere new so in the downtime me and you will be back together. And I know just what we’re doing first!

Tell your Ma to start organising a date for the church. I’ll be back in two weeks so anything after then is fine. I don’t want to waste another minute. And tell Steve to get to writing his best man speech, can’t have him letting the side down.

Love you always,

Buck

Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go I was counting on forever, now I'll never know Oh I'll never know

#my writing #just a dream #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x Reader #bucky x female reader #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #1940s bucky barnes #bucky barnes angst #angst #1940s #steve rogers #pre serum steve rogers #pre serum steve #marvel #mcu #halloween writing challenge #Halloween #halloween challenge

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gokinjeespot · 4 years ago

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off the rack #1316

Monday, March 8, 2021

Coming up on a year since the pandemic started. I hope you're all healthy and safe. I am hopeful that vaccines will be deployed widely and help us all feel less anxious. I am fortunate enough to be one of those people who is happy as a bug snug in a rug while self isolating. I do really miss my dear friends and family but hugs can wait until we're all vaccinated.

My thanks to Doug for lending me these comic books to read.

Batman Annual #5 - James Tynion IV (writer) James Stokoe (art) Clayton Cowles (letters). It's the origin of Clownhunter and it's not very original. If I had to pay $4.99 US I would have passed on this and lived with leaving a hole in my Batman collection. If you're not familiar with this new vigilante, he's an Asian teenager named Bao who decides he's going to kill the Joker and all of the villain's sycophants. The reason he becomes Clownhunter (and killer) is very mundane. I wish they could have come up with a new motivator. Maybe the philosophical discussion about what to do about the Joker might interest some fans but I found this story quite tedious. I also didn't like the way Bao and his parents were portrayed. Did they really have an Asian saying "Ah, so"? Yes they did on page 8. Shades of Charlie Chan, Batman. I was not offended, just disappointed.

Batman/Catwoman #3 - Tom King (writer) Clay Mann (art) Tomeu Morey (colours) Clayton Cowles (letters). I was thrilled to see the town of Port Orange, Florida mentioned on the first page. My pal Al lives there. It's also where Selina finally catches up with the Joker and does what Batman never did. I love this Black Label book taking familiar characters and treating them in a new and interesting way. Here's a future where Selina has survived her husband Bruce's death and their daughter Helena is the new Batwoman. Now I wait to see how mother and daughter deal with the Angel of Death.

And now, more Future State books.

Future State: Robin Eternal #2 - Meghan Fitzmartin (writer) Eddy Barrows (pencils) Eber Ferreira (inks) Adriano Lucas (colours) Pat Brosseau (letters). The consequence of Tim Drake/Robin being dunked in Lazarus resin is that now he's immortal. Whoop-dee-doo. Not only is this a boring Robin beats up bad guys issue but the art lacked any logical perspective. This issue takes place on a train but you would think it's in a huge building based on the art. I know it's comic books but I hate when one doesn't make visual sense. I think that's just laziness.

Future State: Kara Zor-El Superwoman #1 & #2 - Marguerite Bennett (writer) Marguerite Sauvage (art) Wes Abbott (letters). This 2-issue fairy tale was not meant for old farts like me and Doug. With it's soft pastel colours these books should have included glitter and bubblegum flavoured lip gloss. Maybe young tween girls will like this. The moral of this story is "no one is born wise".

Future State: Dark Detective #3 - Mariko Tamaki (writer) Dan Mora (art) Jordie Bellaire (colours) Aditya Bidikar (letters). There are not one but two Batmans in this issue. You've got Bruce in his new capeless costume but here he's wearing a trench coat to give that fluttering effect, and then there's the new guy in the Bat suit, cape and all. The "uh-oh" point of the story hits here when the bad guys discover where Bruce is hiding out. The Matthew Rosenberg (writer) Carmine Di Giandomenico (art) Antonio Fabela (colours) & AndWorld Design (letters) Grifter story concludes here too with a double cross and a whole lot more of Helena/Huntress. This is my favourite Future State book so far.

Future State: Superman of Metropolis #1 & #2 - Sean Lewis (writer) John Timms (art) Gabe Eltaeb (colours) Dave Sharpe (letters). If you're wondering how a grown up Jonathan Kent takes over for his dad as Metropolis's protector then these two $5.99 US books will satisfy your curiosity. The villain of the story is an evolved Brainiac who is a big multi-mouthed ball now. Metropolis is shrunk ala the bottle city of Kandor, the citizens go nuts but Jon returns things back to normal in the end with the help of Kara/Supergirl. I don't know why Kara's a girl in this story and a woman elsewhere. Each issue has two back-ups so you get your money's worth. One features Mister Miracle and the other the Guardian. They are both dealing with bad things inside the bottled Metropolis. You won't miss much if you don't read them. The Mister Miracle story "The Metropolis Menagerie" is done my Brandon Easton (writer) Valentine De Landro (art) Marissa Louise (colours) Dave Sharpe (letters). The Guardian story is brought to you by Sean Lewis (writer) Cully Hamner & Michael Avon Oeming (art) Laura Martin (colours) AndWorld Design (letters). This one got me excited because a villain wants to throw Jimmy Olsen off of the Daily Planet building.

Future State: Catwoman #2 - Ram V (writer) Otto Schmidt (art) Tom Napolitano (letters). Read this to find out if Catwoman saves the lives of the people on the train. You will also find out if Bruce is freed from the bad guys. Talia Al-Ghul appearing is the deus ex machina in this story. I like the new Cheshire and Onomatopoeia is always fun.

Future State: Superman: Worlds of War #2 - Phillip Kennedy Johnson (writer) Mikel Janin (art) Jordie Bellaire (colours) & Dave Sharpe (letters). In "The Many Deaths of Superman" the Man of Steel fights in the arena of Warworld where Mongul resurrects him after every death match. It's the typical brutal battle scenes and super villain gloating. What's more compelling is an old newspaper story that Clark Kent wrote that inspired a young woman who travels to Smallville. I was totally confused by the three back-up stories featuring Mister Miracle, Midnighter and the Black Racer because they were not very good. I am a completist and have to finish what I start. I could have stopped reading after the $3.99 US main story in this bloated $7.99 US comic book but my obsessive compulsive nature wouldn't let me. It's a character flaw I wish I could change.

Future State: The Next Batman #1 - John Ridley (writer) Nick Derington (art) Tamra Bonvillain (colours) Clayton Cowles (letters). All the teasers for this book hyped the fact that this Batman is black. You won't get the secret identity in this first issue but there are a bunch of likely candidates. Lucas Fox is a possibility but it's confusing because he's a bad guy in another Future State book. This is another $7.99 US book with back-ups. These are more coherent than the ones in Future State: Superman: Worlds of War.

Future State: Outsiders by Brandon Thomas (writer) Sumit Kumar (pencils) Sumit Kumar & Raul Fernandez (inks) Jordie Bellaire (colours) & Steve Wands (letters) gathers together some old Batman associates helping Gotham City citizens escape persecution by the Magistrates outside Gotham City's borders. Get it? It was nice seeing Katana in action.

Future State: Arkham Knights by Paul Jenkins (writer) Jack Herbert (art) Gabe Eltaeb (colours) & Rob Leigh (letters) gathers together some of Batman's rogues gallery to fight the oppressive Magistrate. Two-Face, Mr. Zsasz, Dr. Phosphorus, Killer Croc and other ex-inmates of Arkham Asylum are being lead by an armoured Astrid Arkham. It's super villains being super heroes.

Future State: The Next Batman #2 - John Ridley (writer) Nick Derington (breakdowns) Laura Braga (art) Arif Prianto (colours) Clayton Cowles (letters). We learn the secret identity of the new caped Batman in this issue. It's Lucas Fox's brother. He has a brother? This also has three new back-up stories.

"Batgirls" is by Vita Ayala (writer) Aneke (art) Trish Mulvihill (colours) & Becca Carey (letters). Batgirl/Orphan Cassandra Cain gets locked up in the Magistrate Detention Facility where both good guys/white hats and bad guys/black coats are incarcerated. She got caught on purpose because her mission is to find Oracle and Batman and free them. She gets help from Spoiler who is queen of the inmates. In this reality Cass is way more articulate than she used to be. I didn't like that. I also didn't like that in the other Future State stories the Magistrate foot soldiers have a shoot to kill order for any masks that they encounter. Why are all of these masks alive? Anyways, this part ends with the white hats and black coats forming an alliance so Cass can get on with her mission.

"Gotham City Sirens: Ladies' Night Out" is by Paula Sevenbergen (writer) Rob Haynes (breakdowns) Emanuela Lupacchino (pencils) Wade von Grawbadger (inks) John Kalisz (colours) Becca Carey (letters). Catwoman and Poison Ivy spring a domestic droid named Dee Dee (get it?) from servitude and they have a night on the town at a bar. The bar is run by Sam Bradley and both super heroes and villains can imbibe in peace. Fans of Sex and the City may like this. Not a lot of drama until the last page when the joint is raided by Magistrate goons and major characters are shot.

Future State: The Next Batman #3 - John Ridley (writer) Nick Derington (breakdowns) Laura Braga (art) Arif Prianto (colours) Clayton Cowles (letters). This is the "uh-oh" moment in the story where the hero is felled by the villain. A wounded Batman is attacked by the murderer he's trying to bring to justice. I saw that coming.

I like the change with Black Lightning in the Outsiders back-up.

I like the art in the Arkham Knights back-up even though the dialogue is eye roll inducing.

Future State: The Next Batman #4 - Jace/Batman lives, as if that was in any doubt. This story would have been a lot more interesting if Bruce/Batman was really dead. Even if the Future State line of comics dies out this Next Batman is a cop out. The Batgirls story ends with Cassandra/Orphan saving Barbara/Oracle and the Resistance gaining ground on the Magistrates. The Gotham City Sirens story ends with Catwoman and Poison Ivy helping the Resistance get an advantage in their war with the Cybers thanks to Dee Dee.

I admit that I was sucked in by the hype for this mini. The Next Batman being black intrigued me. The story itself was meh and I would not have missed anything by not reading it. I was not engaged as a mature reader but I think someone in their teens might like all the stories in these four issues.

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i-larb-you · 5 years ago

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STRANGER THINGS S 1 EP 1 LIVE BLOG

Here goes nothing (adding a Keep Reading because it’s a little long and I don’t wanna take up too much space on your dashes)

Totally forgot about that scientist dude, even the first time I saw this I knew he was gonna die

It’s just like Supernatural. If he’s in the first 5 minutes and he’s not a main character, so he’s dead

THE KIDS

THEYRE BABIES

Gaten’s smile is literal sunshine are you kidding me

Will is so honest he’s so cute

Loving the music rn, v 80s

Side note my brightness is literally all the way up and I can’t see anything ugh

Uh oh, spaghettio Will took a tumble-o

Okay but like I actually cannot see a goddamn thing

Please don’t hurt the dog

Will going outside probably is not gonna help your chances

Why does the 12 year old have access to a gun, why were the 80s so weird

[screeching intensifies]

Wait what Will’s gone where’d he goooo

Do do do do do do do do

Hopper’s place is a dump, broham clean up

We love the hat Hop

WINONA RYDER I LOVE YOU

Heathers Winona™️ is my favorite Veronica Sawyer

Winona don’t yell at Bowl Cut he’s doing his best

Mike’s dad seems like he contributes nothing to parenting his kids

Uh oh bullies

I wanna fight those bullies you have no idea

You’ll be fighting evil soon enough Dustin

BARB I MISS YOU

Nancy is so pretty I wanna die

I’d actually die for Natalia Dyer

No scratch that, I’d die for Steve Harrington

Lmao stop he looks so preppy and dorky

“I’m stealthy, like a ninja”

“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington” yes but Nancy I love him

Okay I know he gets better but Hopper’s kind of an ass rn

Lonnie can go die in a hole

I don’t even know him but I hate him

Ooh, sciency things

Yo someone’s gonna die in this top secret government conspiracy tunnel, they gotta

Ewwwww that’s nasty

GIVE ME ELEVEN OR GIVE ME DEATH

YASSSSS MBB I LOVE YOU BBY

She’s so young omg

Literal baby right there

Don’t hurt her please she’s just baby

Hop the boys just wanna help find Will, let them help

Castle Byers is the cutest thing ever, stop

Also for all the time Joyce works and isn’t with the boys she seems like she really tries to be a good mom

MBB is so adorable

Benny is just a dude concerned about a little girl, he doesn’t deserve what’s coming to him

Winona honey please chill your beans I know you’re upset but don’t take it on out Bowl Cut

DOGGO

What’s the dog’s name I need to know

For science

Ewwwww part 2

[squelching] is by far the worst subtitle I’ve seen

Holly is the most level headed Wheeler send tweet

“I hope you’re enjoying your chicken, Ted” GET EM GIRL

Awww stop Hopper’s daughter always makes me so sad

Lucas is the Snarkiest of the friends and that’s just a fact

STEVE HARRINGTON YOURE A DUMBASS AND I LOVE YOU

Benny noooo you’re gonna dieeee

Aaaaaand he’s dead

The song choice for this part I very much respect

IS THAT AFRICA BY TOTO IN THE BACKGROUND

Nancy girlfriend he didn’t come to your house to study

I literally cannot wait to see Mom Steve Harrington later on

Where can I get a Steve Harrington please

Steve Harrington gets all my uwus (did I say that right?)

Bowl Cut no don’t cry!!

Winona Ryder is so convincing it pains me so much to see her upset

ELEVEN!!!!

MBB I LOVE YOU!!!

Nice ending too, good cliff hanger

Even if I hadn’t watched a bunch of this already I’d be interested

#stranger things #st #stranger things liveblog #not marvel

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relationshipidiot · 6 years ago

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King Push v. 6ixGod

OCTOBER 12, 2016

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~H.G.T.V. FREESTYLE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Half a year later, still ain't heard an album greater The natives want me out of the office, back on the pavement Jokers at the top know the king is nothin' to play with 9 to 5 money is just as sweet as the grave shift El presidenté, Blowbama, blow by ya Chopper next to me in every picture, Osama Oh mama, they question my starting line up You only find a diamond from diggin' like coal miners Don't listen to 'em, Desiigner The same rappers talkin' next year will be Uber drivers (Fuck 'em) Chanel dad hats, but you don't know that they got 'em Trap door shopper, they rotate the wall So you will never see me as you rotate the mall 330 spin, cook a steak up on this grill Me myself and I, we like a hamster in the wheel Rolls emblem, Black Virginia Pull in a neighborhood I don't blend in Album of the year contender every year The kitchen's full of work, it's blenders everywhere Blended bitches everywhere that do the most They never seen with him so they fuck his ghost Invisible man, timepiece with the invisible hands MJ, remember the time they counted in sand hourglass But mine come with purse and heels And the DIY Gucci with the crest and shields

TO DRAKE

It's too far gone when the realest ain't real I walk amongst the clouds so your ceilings ain't real These niggas Call of Duty cause their killings ain't real With a questionable pen so the feelin' ain't real Rap's John Grisham I can paint the picture with the words if you listen (shh) The bar's been lowered, the well's run dry They beefin' over melodies, but no, not I (yugh) See I'm so top 5 If they factor in the truth I just might blow by Blowbama

~~~~~~~~~~~TWO BIRDS W ONE STONE by DRAKE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

OCTOBER 29, 2016

More time with family and friends, more life More time to get it right It's only me, but I'm seeing four shadows in the light My demons visit me every night To the most high, I'm forever indebted I know I gotta pay somethin', I know that day's comin' I put it all in the music Because if I don't say it here, then I won't say nothin' Could feel my hand getting tired from holding the grudges Two birds, one stone, my aim is amazin' I need to start losing my shit on you niggas that's hatin' Too reserved, like I called ahead for me and my lady Free C5, how the fuck we got the boss waiting? Ever since the blue basement, I found God and I lost patience Between rocks and hard places of all places Spotted everywhere, like Dalmatian Cops snoop around now, 'cause all of my dogs famous Please welcome the October fall baby Vaughan Road Academy, star player—my mind's not all there Used to carry a lot of dead weight like a pallbearer People too scared to tell the truth, so it's all dares Count it, it's all there, and we all square Quick money, I'm in and out My dad used to use a soap bar 'til it's thinnin' out But, shit, look at Dennis now All Stacy Adams and linnen'd out More blessings for Sandy and him, more life My parents never got it right But God bless 'em both, I think we all alike We all wide awake late at night, thinking on what to change If we do get to do it twice in another life Scared to go to sleep now 'Cause being awake is what all my dreams were like Back when the bar that I had set for myself was out of sight Tell me how I went and did chin-ups On this shit when I can't see it Pin-ups of Meagan Good and Pam Grier Soul sisters inspired my old scriptures Now that feeling's gone like them old pictures Mixin' liquor got us both twisted, words get so vicious You just stare at me while you roll Swishers Girl, I love you, but I don't miss ya And no matter what year it is, I'm a 06er Go figure, cold nigga, stay in school, man Fuck the rap game, it's all lies and it's all filthy Two percent of us rich and the rest of these niggas all milk it Got two of my niggas off with a "not guilty" Gave back to the city and never said it if I didn't live it But still they try and tell you I'm not the realest.  Like I'm some privileged kid That never sat through a prison visit Or like it was just handed to me tied with a ribbon.  I never worked to get it

TO PUSHA

 But really it's you with all the drug dealer stories That's gotta stop, though You made a couple chops and now you think you Chapo If you ask me though, you ain't lining the trunk with kilos You bagging weed watching Pacino with all your niggas Like, "This what we need to be on," but you never went live You middle-man in this shit, boy, you was never them guys I can tell, 'cause I look most of you dead in your eyes And you'll be tryna sell that story for the rest of your lives Can't show us where the cash is Me, I don't judge, I'm just going off what the math is Numbers inflated They all look at me, like, "What have you done for me lately?" "I like your older shit but wasn't in love with the latest." Aw, baby, stop debatin', I'm just a creative My numbers out of this world No wonder they got me feeling so alienated

TO CUDI

 You were the man on the moon Now you just go through your phases Life of the angry and famous Rap like I know I'm the greatest Then give you tropical flavours Still never been on hiatus You stay xann'd and perk'd up So when reality set in, you don't gotta face it I'm down 200 in Vegas but winning life on a daily basis It seems like nobody wants to stay in my good graces I'm like a real estate agent, putting you all in your places Look what happens soon as you talk to me crazy Is you crazy?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~INFARED~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[on the album]

TO DRAKE

The game's fucked up Niggas beats is bangin’, nigga, ya hooks did it The lyric pennin' equal the Trumps winnin' The bigger question is how the Russians did it It was written like Nas but it came from Quentin At the mercy of a game where the culture’s missing When the CEO's blinded by the glow, it's different Believe in myself and the Coles and Kendricks Let the sock puppets play in their roles and gimmicks, shit Remember Will Smith won the first Grammy? And they ain't even recognize Hov until "Annie" So I don't tap dance for the crackers and sing Mammy 'Cause I'm posed to juggle these flows and nose candy (yugh) Ferrari, my 40th, blew the candles out Tom Brady'ed you niggas, I had to scramble out They be ridin’ these waves, I pulled my sandals out Jefe Latin my Grammy, I went the Spanish route

REFERENCING BACKLASH FOR DISSING BIRDMAN & CASHMONEY

Oh now it’s okay to kill Baby Niggas looked at me crazy like I really killed a baby Salute Ross 'cause the message was pure He see what I see when you see Wayne on tour Flash without the fire Another multi-platinum rapper trapped and can’t retire Niggas get exposed, I see the cracks and I'm the liar? Shit I've been exposed, I took the crack and built the wire

BACK TO DRAKE

Now who do you admire? Your rap songs is all tryin' my patience Them prices ain’t real without inflation I done flew it, I done grew it, been a conduit Moynat bags on my bitches, I done blew it See through it, neck, igloo it Habla en español, I y tu it Let Steven talk streamin' and Shazam numbers I'll ensure you gettin' every gram from us Let's cram numbers, easily The only rapper sold more dope than me was Eazy-E How could you ever right these wrongs When you don't even write your songs? But let us all play along We all know what niggas for real been waitin' on, Push

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~DUPPY FREESTYLE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

MAY 25

{ALL TO PUSHA}

So if you rebuke me for working with someone else on a couple of Vs What do you really think of the nigga that's making your beats? I've done things for him I thought that he never would need Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me I pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat Now, you popping up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep I just left from over by y'all putting pen to the sheets Tired of sitting quiet, and helping my enemies eat Keep getting temperature checks They know that my head overheats Don't know why the fuck you niggas listen to Denim or Steve Must've had your Infrared wrong, now your head on the beam Ya'll are the spitting image of whatever jealousy breeds Don’t push me when I’m in album mode You not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes You send shots, well, I got to challenge those But I bring Calicos to the Alamo I could never have a Virgil in my circle and hold him back 'cause he makes me nervous I wanna see my brothers flourish to their higher purpose You niggas leeches and serpents I think it's good that now the teachers are learning, yeah Your brother said, it was your cousin then him, then you So, you don't rap what you did, you just rap what you knew Don't be ashamed, it's plenty niggas that do what you do There's no malice in your heart, you're an approachable dude Man, you might've sold the college kids for Nikes and Mercedes But, you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the 80's I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded I think that pretty much resembles what's been happening lately Please believe your demise will be televised, yeah And as for Q, man I changed his life a couple times Nigga was at Kroger working double time Ya'll acting like he made the boy when I was trying to help the guy Yeah, who gassed you to play with me? Man, you made this shit easy as ABCs Whoever supposedly making me hits, but then got no hits sound like they need me My hooks did it, my lyrics did it, my spirit did it I'm fearless with it, yeah I really shouldn't have given you none of my time 'Cause you older than the nigga you running behind Look, holla at me when you multi-million I told you keep playing with my name and I'ma let it ring on you Like Virginia Williams I'm too resilient, get out your feelings It's gonna be a cruel summer for you I told Weezy and Baby "I'ma done him for you" Tell 'Ye we got a invoice coming to you Considering that we just sold another 20 for you

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Riverdale, “Chapter Sixteen: The Watcher in the Woods”

question from the recap: When is/was Jughead’s first day at SHS? in the finale Jughead trotted over to Southside out of pique & gloom, on his own accord, and wasn’t officially enrolled yet, because he is that dramatic

Kevin, cruising the woods for gays, runs towards the sound of gunshots, because he is one of the too-many-angels President Bartlet is talking about in “20 Hours in America”

Midge is still alive, because of her haircut

I need to educate myself as to what “palomitas” means (popcorn OR a bird?), but Hiram calls Hermione corazón, which is sweet

or is it Hiram

Veronica says “inner circle only,” but as Kevin demonstrated at Jughead’s party, that means LITERALLY ANYONE YOU WANT

you know I forgot Reggie was football captain!!! hahahahaha you know it!!!!

Moose is still alive!!!!! God I’m really bad at this!!!!!

the polls are closed: Reggie’s mouth is the greatest Riverdale mouth

he’s also wearing a tight-skin skin-tight muscle shirt or compression shirt or whatever it was that Steve Rogers wore running around the Mall except with no sleeves to show off his rack

“He, like, shielded her with his body.”

practice is cancelled, for emotional reasons

“I was just night-jogging. You know, as one does.”

Betty and Veronica are squeezed into each other’s laps on that tiny loveseat, because they just like to keep each other warm

Jughead does not love baby showers, birthday parties, town jubilees, Seth Rogen movies, or “gross reality dating shows”

Veronica has a very interesting plum lip stain thing going on

the interior of the student lounge and the hallway outside seem to be lit from the sun shining down on a cathedral

Jughead...just...went to Riverdale High in the morning to chill out with his friends before he went to Southside...you sentimental fool...

I have developed a Pavlovian response to the twinkly Bughead-kissing soundtrack cue (crushing whatever I’m holding), which is what Cole Sprouse wants

Kevin is going out for wrestling like he said he wanted to at the construction site! live your dreams, Kev!

it took A MOMENT to register that Cheryl Blossom was walking steadily behind them, out of focus, like the monster in It Follows

Kevin is desperate for love “post-Joaquin,” where he won’t be honeytrapped again, but takes what he can get in the form of Jughead’s “wolves” in Fox Forest

Kevin has a teensy photo in his locker of himself and Betty hugging

Cheryl’s sheaths: Cheryl’s postmodern black-scarlet blazer is something to consider

Archie’s “You saved her life, bro” is 100% sincere, because this is one of those Awesome Archie Episodes

Reggie is eating Moose’s obligatory hospital pudding

there’s a handmade get-well card on Moose’s nightstand consisting of a drawing of a moose with a hand-traced pair of antlers, like how kindergarteners make Thanksgiving turkey crafts

Midge brought a stuffed moose for him!

“He was like Michael Meyers. He had the devil’s eyes.” Midge, have you met Jughead?

ADORABLY, Moose’s heart monitor becomes SHS’s security sensor beeping

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: Toni Topaz 1) finally says “Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third,” so do a shot, 2) takes a picture of Jughead to be performative, because she is an artist, and 3) is wearing a plaid crop top

Jughead is immeasurably pleased his peer mentor makes a sort of Disney World-via-Jurassic Park-via-Westworld joke right out of the gate and probably that she has such great hair

Southside High’s paper was called the Red & Black, because it was my Goth Hello Kitty messenger back I got for $10 at Hot Topic in 2005

God bless Moose jingle-jangle: sorry but I thought Moose was dead, so “to your right,” Toni keeping with her tour guide theme, points out a cluster of occasionally snappily-dressed grunge kids (those sunglasses?) tossing back MethLite, “the JJ”

I like how Toni is like, Don’t do the drugs, as if Jughead would possibly be tempted to do the drugs

Ghoulies eat flesh? what show am I watching? they eat flesh

there’s like literally wire fencing inside the cafeteria

OKAY HOLD ON THERE’S SOME SORT OF ABORTION POSTER UP ON THE COLUMN IN THE CAFETORIUM. I can’t tell what it used to say. “IT IS YOUR CHOICE”? it’s been defaced and now it says “IT S YOUR’S BOY,” or something

Jughead doubts it: Jughead “self-identifies” as “a loner,” like Luke Danes

Toni does an admirable job holding up her end of the first-day-at-new-high-school cafeteria-tour trope, advising Jughead to sit with the Serpents so he doesn’t get gangbanged. Jughead, sit with Toni

Serpent attire seems to consist more of the plaid and the layers and the Ghoulies seem to be more leather jackets and studs

Archie tries to justify buying a gun by turning it into Fred’s idea

he looks very handsome, brooding by firelight!

“My dad keeps saying ‘Leave it to Sheriff Keller,’ and I’m like, ‘Yeah, dad, because he did such a great job of catching Jason’s murderer.’ Oh wait, I’m sorry, that was us.” OOOOOH ARCHIE!!!!!!!

Sixth period is Intro to Film: “No, don’t stop him. Archie going Travis Bickle is my favorite Archie yet.” (Archie does not understand this)

Hiram knows FP “values family,” so he’ll probably be the next person to force FP’s hand by threatening Jughead

I liked everyone talking over Jughead’s sweet, trailing “So do we all”

honestly there is a very good telenovela drama-guitar cue as Hiram invites Archie to dinner, to help me know that Hiram is plotting something, although I did already know that because Hiram was speaking

Archie keeps his gun in the garage so that it’s not “in the house”

GOD THE TITLE CARD DOESN’T EVEN COME UP UNTIL NOW

this is the first time I’ve noticed how lovely and periwinkle blue Veronica’s bedroom is!

Hermione tells Veronica not to be “so thirsty” for Hiram’s approval and involvement

I think Hermione is being nice, if condescending, in this scene, telling Veronica that things with Hiram are still sort of weird and to let things come naturally, but Veronica automatically takes it as some sort of jab. of course this is a step up from two episodes ago when she thought Hermione tried to murder her boyfriend’s dad

it’s nine in the morning and Archie took over the English classroom to recruit some bruiser studs!!! #RiverdaleStrong!!!!

Dilton Doiley is a canonically great dancer: Archie invited trigger-happy Dilton, who is whittling a spear or something, because Archie owes him an emotional debt for feeling better protected

Reggie is trying really hard but Archie has to gently let him down that they’re not “taking it to the streets” to “kick ass,” nor are they calling themselves “the Watchdogs”

James Dean-haired Serpent is SO ANGRY at something he just read on his phone that he just LEAVES ENGLISH CLASS

parallel English classrooms! cute

Toni knows Fahrenheit 451, but tries to keep Jughead quiet with her eyes so he doesn’t either out himself as a nerd or simply draw more attention to himself

Fifth period is AP English: Jughead knows where “Fahrenheit 451” comes from but also knows the tagline and also says the tagline

“Welcome to hell.” Jesus this place looks terrible

how stone cold is Mr. Phillips to not just LET an interested student start the paper back up but makes them wait for him to read their portfolio

Betty’s uberpink sweater is back!!!!

Cheryl brought that lurking emerald armchair from home

Kevin is right that it’s not technically Betty’s business and Betty is right that this action is unsustainable

What damn high school in America: would let Cheryl wear that outfit to school?

Cheryl’s plunk, plunk, plunk staccato DramaLite sound cue: “Oh, Betty.”

Cheryl’s pins: she has a very fetching freckle right above her shirt hem

Jughead eats: I think Jughead is at the diner with Archie and Veronica. I think he’s walking to the counter?

“I DON’T CARE.”

“Can he just be a dad for one night?” I’m gonna call that one for you, V

Hal has taken a giant step back from fucking around and is just supporting his girls left and right at the moment. good, Hal

is demanding a letter be published or else he’ll kill again another Zodiac reference?

MY GOD THE BLESSED WALLET

someone who knew Ms. Grundy was having sex with Archie is a wide net, proportionally, but who also knew Fred and Hermione had been making out? is Hermione thus in MORE danger?

“YOUR SECRETS, YOUR SINS” it must be someone who listens in on the Cheryl Blossom sexy guilt quilting bees????

the Black Hood seems to be a guy who was taking Betty’s own-up-to-ourselves Jubilee speech at a certain angle a little too much

“I AM THE WOLF. YOU ARE THE FLOCK. THIS IS THE BLOODLETTING.” Jughead, idly reading this prose on the walk to school, spits his Sheetz coffee all over Alice’s newspaper

Mädchen Amick, MÄDCHEN AMICK: Alice’s expression while Sheriff Keller reads this is like, Mhmm. Mhmmm. I told you all. This is what I told you

Alice and Betty both sometimes just...publish shit

Jughead is SINCERELY TOUCHED that Mr. Phillips liked his stuff so much that he’s getting the paper back. he so rarely just smiles because he’s happy, because something nice is happening to him

his big chunky double-aught headphones are back!

“That will not be a problem for me.”

Weatherbee: “The Red Circle is a school club.” ARCHIE’S FACE

he and Weatherbee are exactly the same height, so Archie...sliding his eyes over to try and parse this surprise alliance...comedy gold…

WEATHERBEE DOESN’T EVEN QUALIFY THAT SHIT HE JUST STANDS THERE AND ARCHIE’S LIKE OH MY GOD?????

is Jughead gently trying to rope in Toni for his paper like Betty gently trying to rope in Jughead for her paper? they both brush heavy dust from the untouched room furnishings off their hands, flatter their subjects with knowledge of their sideprojects. of course Betty had the unexpected added bonus of Jughead being sprung

I don’t know who the beanpole Serpent is with Sweet Pea, but he needs to step up his game. just hanging around with that stringy hair? look who’s in the room with you

“hat in hand,” IF YOU WILL

Toni Topaz is tiny and Sweet Pea absolutely does as she tells him

“the farm” still “has room” for Polly, so it’s like a youth hostel? an Airbnb? is it a FARM? are there farmhands? what if Polly starts a romance with a handsome blond farmhand, not knowing it’s her long-long half-brother? can I write for Riverdale now?

The Blossom corpse spawn: Polly standing there in a gentle white blouse with a pink bow in her hair is like comically angelic and she’s like, “I’M HAVING MY COUSIN’S BABY”

Best costume bit: Alice’s sweater with the bows up the sleeves???

more supportive Hal! this is nice! this is like the other shoe dropping, but reversed

Moose is very handsome. he has an absurd jawline and run-hands-thoughable hair. Moose is a big hunk of delicious and he’s asking Kevin to be his Nurse

Gay?!: Midge likes to occasionally spice things up with the JJ, so Moose indulges her (for her haircut), but he really just...wants to cuddle…

Kevin is wearing a smart black leather jacket over a soft purple V-neck to ever so slightly show off his chest hair

Gay.: how fucking—POIGNANT is Moose’s speech??? Moose, where have you been!!!!

Veronica is the way she is because sometimes she’s just sitting there in plastic gloves and a black sheath dress and her mother comes up behind her and hisses in her ear that she’s courting danger by insisting on socializing with her father

I guess it’s not on Andre’s list of duties to polish the silver

Archie and Reggie, armed with short-range weapons, tearing around in the same car is courting danger the way only two burly well-meaning sixteen-year-old idiots can

“You cannot be here at night unless you’re armed.”

I don’t know but Betty’s electric kettle is the most precious thing

is it wise to write an exposé like that at this school? ...does that mean Jughead won’t do it?

“I THOUGHT YOU LIKED ME RECKLESS,” HE SAYS, TRAILING HIS HAND UP HER SHOULDER, LIKE HE IS HER BRENDAN FRASER IN THE MUMMY

did they discuss this? what is this. Betty said that the motorcycle was “RECKLESS” and Jughead was like, Okay, but you think it’s kind of dashing, right? Like the jacket? The jacket that you hate? I saw you looking at that jacket, and Betty’s like, NO, I WAS NOT, and Jughead’s like, Mmmhmn, why don’t you come sit over here.

IS THIS SOME OF THE BEST KISSING SO FAR?

Jughead was definitely sit-leaning on that table and Betty was definitely in his lap

Betty’s automatic politeness, its depths first seen thanking Cheryl for her poisonous faux-concern for Polly at cheerleading tryouts, resurfaces, saying “That’s okay” to Toni for walking in on them and then not leaving, because Betty is THE REAL SWEET PEA AROUND HERE

Toni was previously informed about Betty as a concept but drew her own conclusions based on Jughead’s aesthetic and was surprised when she got a cheerleader

Reggie has definitely called Jughead either “Emily the Strange” or “Winona Ryder in Beetlejuice” (Lydia Deetz) before

Please protect Betty: I think it’s clear Toni is not interested in Jughead as a piece of man-meat, but Betty being slightly awkward and off-balance about “Great minds” is very soft and fleeting and sixteen

Hermione is playing such a weird, dangerous game. she wanted Hiram out of prison, or didn’t she? is she embracing his return because she couldn’t NOT act like she wanted him back? is she scared for Veronica or having fun with Hiram but not wanting it to bleed over into Veronica’s life or what’s up Hermione???

Cheryl’s hair: Cheryl is just...just HANGING OUT, gorgeously, at Pop’s, with a milkshake and some onion rings, waiting for drama, like an even more morbidly gleeful social commentator Jughead, if Jughead ever had the sense to wear a jacket with a cherry print

Kevin is sort of stocky! probably a good build—for wrestling

“You precious, beautiful, compulsive piece of trash.”

first off I would like an explanation as to why Ethel Muggs has to walk ten miles home along the highway

what sin has Ethel possibly committed???

Jughead sits back to survey his empire in red-lit solitude

Reggie executes a very Death Proof emergency-brake U-turn to get back to Hastings St.

I love all the blue and pink lighting! and the glare of the headlights, and the spooky forest filtering! I LOVE ALL OF IT

Archie skidding to a halt to turn back for Ethel and sort of falling, kicking up a lot of dirt, is A+

Ethel apparently hid in the wheat field across from the old Methodist Revival church

Archie > Dawson: Archie telling Ethel, who is crying, not to be sorry for not recognizing the Mystery Machine driver and then going in for the comforting boy-hug IS VERY GOOD ARCHIE

okay so Betty and Toni and Jughead were lolling around getting to know each other, if you know what I mean, and Betty gets a text from Cheryl and she LEAVES TO GO MAKE SURE KEVIN WASN’T BEHIND A TREE WITH SOMEONE WHO WAS ABOUT TO KILL HIM, ALSO THE IMPLIED SCENE OF CHERYL AND BETTY LIKE DRIVING OUT HERE TOGETHER

Cheryl’s a psychopath chaos angel from hell: “FACT.”

Betty’s velvety pink hoodie is presh

50 Shades of Betty: according to Kevin and Cheryl, who shines her flashlight in Betty’s face, “Dark Betty” is Betty “exploring her BDSM sexuality,” which I think Jughead should get a taste of

I did like Kevin qualifying it with “which you’re allowed to do!”

“So please don’t come here and tell me it’s disgusting.”

Cheryl’s obvious delight at Kevin’s dressing-down is like Kevin’s vicarious thrill at Veronica accusing her of twincest

“$CHOOL OF LIE$” needs clarification. at least I know it’s not Jughead’s tag because the font is not fancy enough

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: OKAY, SO NOW JUGHEAD? THIS CHILD? JUGHEAD, THEN, IS KICKED IN THE FACE? IT’S JUGHEAD’S TURN? IT’S JUGHEAD, THEN? NOW, THEN?

“He’ll find a way to be offended if that’s what he wants” is a great way of describing so many people I personally know

Certified pedigree: Fred, I am glad you’re still alive. I would miss your grizzled teen face and your reassuring morning voice

Jughead called Toni first, I think, “Hey yeah! That thing he said would happen happened! Ha ha.” then he told Betty the first real lie of their relationship, coming from a place of protection

Toni’s face at the baldness of this story is great

Betty dabbing Jughead’s scraping face-wounds with hydrogen peroxide and a cotton ball, possibly all that FP had in his medicine cabinet?

Fwoopy hair is the best hair: TONI’S FLUFFY PINK PIGTAIL BRAIDS

plus she has a beanie too! because the southside is cold

“the Creepies”

“Toni, will you keep an eye on him for me? He refuses to communicate hardship unless there is irrefutable physical evidence.”

you know, Jughead has like, seen some shit. maybe Jughead operates with a little self-protective flair sometimes because his life is so full of horrifying peril and degradation

“Damn good coffee”: okay the entire extended Archie and Hiram scene is so incredible I had to watch it like thirty times. “We need to work on our response time,” as if Archie were a firefighter. Hiram acting like the Red Circle is legitimate and fully funded by the state and not operating out of the back of Reggie Mantle’s father’s muscle car. Hermione’s one-shouldered DRESS. “Like the alcohol?” Archie furiously fidgeting with a napkin as he’s offered rum by his girlfriend’s father. Veronica, still not allowed in Hiram’s study

Veronica was rich: the Lodges have a private rum label, like George Clooney’s tequila

“Oh, pobrecita…” seems to be a facetious sort of “You poor thing”

Hermione calls Veronica a “princess” whom “the king” will never let inside his castle—I’m sorry, his “private throne room,” AKA literally the study, then finishes her wine and blows Veronica a kiss. HER DAUGHTER. because Hermione is drunk and has fully embraced her role as frosty crime bitch soap queen. RISE HERMIONE

oh, Polly is really leaving, for real! Betty locks the door!!!!

I love the vaguely confessional-esque screening on Hiram’s study windows, like Veronica’s painting is a sort of cross on the wall, “keeps him honest”

“HONEST”

I can’t tell what the painting behind Hiram is, but he also has lots of landscapes, all individually lit

Every triangle has three corners, every triangle has three sides: Hiram Lodge telling Archie Andrews to stay out of Veronica’s bedroom is a classic that has been with America since like the Civil War but now it’s Hiram telling him to stop sneaking into Veronica’s room followed by advice at how to step up his vigilante neighborhood watch so that Archie will get killed

the outward casualness of “You know...never...hurt Veronica. Ever.” IS REALLY SCARY

Archie may have gotten away that night without actually having to drink any rum, because he did not want to

Betty’s white ballet flats!

These students are legally children: Riverdale is so fucking insane I fucking thought they’d actually fucking stabbed Kevin Keller

what is this guy expecting to get by yelling at Kevin and calling him a tease? ...men

Kevin standing there with his father, crying-nodding, expecting probably to be yelled at, if men who call their sons “boy” are anything to be judged by, instead gets a sort of soft speech from a guy who knows there are people being killed for kissing ladies whose husbands are in jail so it makes sense Kevin is in danger for running around at night looking for anonymous sex, affection

Sheriff Keller, I no longer care that you were running around in circles to find Jason’s killer, because you are very nice to your son

(I am still mad that he hauled Jughead out of school in front of everyone)

Summer + Blair = Veronica: VERONICA’S “THAT SMILE”

I like how Veronica decides the best way to handle being kept out of the Study, literally and metaphorically, is to ingratiate herself into Hiram’s world more via the business

Veronica wants to be in “the room where it happens,” because...she loves me…

I also REALLY like her vaguely witchy pumpkin-orange sweater with the black collar

Hermione’s life is like flashing before her eyes at Hiram’s shoulder

also what’s up with Hermione bringing him all his café con leches? dude’s arm broken?

is that Veronica drinking another brisk Cristal mimosa?

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: God help me but Sweet Pea kinda gives Jug an up-and-down once-over when he sits at their table

they nod at each other!

Kevin is allowed to be pissed at Betty even though the outcome was good, but Riverdale does not have time for wallowing grudges, unless it’s cross-generational and about Hungry Jack

plus Betty’s expression is like, Yeah but I got you out of the woods, boo, DIDN’T I

first of all, Archie reclaiming homemade ski masks is amazing, and the fact that they are not red but in fact Pussy Riot-pink is just a blessing on top of blessings

Archie’s like, But I’m not going to wear a mask because he knows where I live, but secretly it was because he thought it made him look the coolest

The female gaze: why are their shirts off? I posit: why isn’t EVERYONE’S shirt off?

this YouTube video is beyond even Hiram’s wildest dreams

then he swivels around to face Veronica’s portrait, like THIS IS FOR YOU, MIJA

NEXT WEEK: THE ZODIAC KILLER IS COMING FOR BETTY COOPER

#riverdale #i say #commentary #tropes

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queenofairandsnarkness · 7 years ago

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five places rhaenys never ended up?

i.) rhaenys of themyscira

It was easy to pretend that she had known nothing but her many mother-sisters, nothing but the sands and swords of her home.

But taking the easy way was to deny the truth, and she would not shame her family so.

Io had found her, small and bleeding, near Hestia’s temple, wrapped in a bedsheet and trying to be silent.

(The cat, though, had yowled loud enough to raise the dead. There was something peculiar about that cat, Io always said.)

Io, taller than anyone, even the Princess, and wider still across the shoulders, had picked the girl up as if she was made of glass and carried her to Epione.

The girl had lived, despite the blood she had lost and the wounds she had taken.

(Faruka claimed it showed strength, Menalippe that she was favored by the gods. Epione and Althea claimed it good healing work. The Queen merely sighed with a little smile she had frequently worn when the Princess was a child, and not... well, the Princess, and everyone had argued in a similar way.)

When she woke, she watched them all with eyes as round as shields, and told them what she remembered of the men with swords, and her mother’s screams.

She stayed with them, and her nights ended with fewer screams, after a while.

(It was an affliction they were familiar with, if not in a child so young.)

She took to trailing behind Magala, which was a bit strange, but the sorceress was patient. She also haunted Althea, all smoky curls and steady hands in the healer’s rooms. She stayed with Io, though, in a spare room over the forge, where she was quiet and mended things, save for the moments she sang.

(Io chased the musicians away, because if Althea did it, then there would be no peace.)

So the girl had grown, and none had minded when she hid when Steve Trevor arrived, and the contest came. She was still very young- eight, at most.

Ten years later, the barriers... didn’t come down, not properly, but someone (Athena, Menalippe claimed) made it permeable.

There were, the Princess said thoughtfully, other girls of a similar age, working to make the world a better place, and that Rhaenys might benefit from learning from them.

All the Amazons were surprised when their solemn little shadow looked at her, bit her lip, and said, “That might be a good idea.”

ii.) Nell of Dorne (By Way of Camelot)

Someone had pinched his ear. Someone smaller than him, with non-knightly hands. Calloused, though.

He managed to twist enough to see a mass of black curls and scars peeping from Nell’s sleeve. Morgana’s pet harper was even younger than him, if not by much, a Dornish girl who made melodies clever enough that even Arthur paid attention. In return she was ferociously loyal to Morgana. (Also Gwen.)

“What did I do now?” Merlin asked. She dragged him to a storeroom, not letting go of his ear.

“You drugged Morgana,” she accused, jamming a finger in his face.

He blinked, trying to figure out what she knew. “The sleeping draught? Technically, that was Gaius.”

“Sleeping drought? Stranger wept, whatever you were doing is driving her mad,” the harper said. “I gave her lavender and poppy tea instead the last two nights, and it seems to have fixed it, but if you try it again, I will slice you neck to navel.”

Merlin gulped. Nell was nice enough, mostly. Right up until you... threatened her friends. Then she seemed to think she was a terrifying giant dragon.

And what did he go and do.

“I- I- It was supposed to keep her calm,” he said finally. “From dreaming.”

Nell huffed. “Oh, this is about that seven-damned ban. I would love to take her to... not Asshai, that would be horrible for her, but perhaps Braavos?”

He blinked. How did she?

“There was a magical fire in her room. When she was having nightmares,” she said, dryly. “Oddly, despite our friendship, I seem to lack that willful blindness everyone else seems to cultivate.”

“There may be people... closer,” he tried, wondering how much to hint. She scowled.

“Oh, yes, the paranoid King prone to lashing out and refusing to admit he is wrong will gladly allow his niece to live with... Merlin, are you listening to yourself?” she asked. “That is thoughtless on par with the Silver Prince himself.”

“Who?” Merlin asked, tilting his head.

“It would be best to ask me again when the Dornish sour comes in,” she said, pinching her nose. “I know a few tricks that may help her, for now.” She gave a bitter grin before sweeping a finger across the scar marring her cheek. “I know something of bad dreams.”

Somehow, that translated to shooting a sorceress with a crossbow, nearly getting herself banished, and extracting a promise to help her if she needed it. Morgana did stop setting things on fire accidentally, though.

(Which was when the Lannister delegation arrived, and it turned out little Nell was actually Princess Rhaenys and had a price on her head. Also, that her brother had an army, though Nell had apparently not known that. He’d sent her to Gwaine, who agreed to keep her safe and probably needed to be kept on his toes. He didn’t get why Morgana kept laughing.)

iii.) Renee Rhodes

“Sorry, no, you fucked up, you don’t get our mini-Rhodey,” Tony said, and Auntie Pepper was nodding. Her dad looked furious and like it was a really, really good thing that he was mostly a responsible adult who was not in his suit right now. Spidey was at her shoulder, which was... well, he was younger than her, but he could also bench press a car.

Thor, weirdly, was even glaring at them. Though given Renee’s burn-proofing and the bit where he was GOD OF THUNDER, she was willing to give that a pass until she and Friday could talk it over privately later.

“Her father-” the man- who was apparently her bio uncle, and she could see it, actually, they had the same nose and hair and way of flattening their mouths when they got mad.

“Is right here,” Rhodey said. “I raised her, was there when Renee was sick, taught her to ride a bike and drive a car, had her educated, and did a lot more for her than a man who you said left her and her brother for some teenager.”

“I want to teach her to fly a suit,” Tony said, and that was why he was her favorite not-allowed-to-call-him-uncle. “Also, I taught her to shoot.”

“I remember yelling at you for that,” Dad agreed. “You also taught her basic coding, which is... better. Much better.”

“Could I learn to shoot?” Spidey asked.

“Tony had me sit though so many lessons before I held the gun,” she whispered. “So many.” Also, it had been... just post cave-escape. And Obie’s black-hat reveal, and apparently he’d gone a little overprotective vis-a-vis his goddaughter.

“Is Tywin Lannister among the dead?” Thor asked, and Renee went still at the look on her bio-uncle’s face.

“Not yet,” her bio-uncle said.

“Then Princess Renee is in grave danger going there,” Thor said, simply. “Until Lannister and his puppets are dead.”

“Well,” Spidey said, “at least we aren’t taking over this planet?”

“No planets until she’s thirty,” Tony said.

“Co-parenting,” Renee hissed at Spidey, who choked.

Seriously, she occasionally wondered if her dad and Uncle Tony were more than soft-bros, but Auntie Pepper had staying power. Also, was awesome.

Adorable ruthless dorks in love and all that.

Also, the Rescue armor was much, much less in scope then a planet. Between that an Spidey, twenty-one for solo piloting should work.

iv. Sophia Potter

“Your friend is deeply annoying,” said a voice from behind a stack of books.

James laughed. “How did you find Sirius annoying now?”

“You know, that shouldn’t be the first thing that pops in your head,” his sister said, poking her head out from around the books. “You have more than one friend, you know. If your mind just... leaps to Sirius being the problem, then clearly you agree that there is one.”

“Sophia,” he said, “I think the Prewett twins set up bets on you and Sirius fighting.”

She sighed. “He’s planning on dragging me to Hogsmeade tomorrow.”

“You like arguing with Sirius,” James pointed out. “You say I’m too nice, Remus and Peter get too upset, and...”

“You give me sad looks if I argue with Lily,” Sophia agreed. “Sirius said that I’m working myself too hard, and I’ll end up locked in some tower if I keep it up.”

James couldn’t argue- Lily and Marlene had frogmarched her to lunch, Sirius had badgered her to dinner last night, and he was getting her to dinner now. Remus agreed to coax her to go upstairs, at least, later. There were dark circles under her eyes, and he wondered if she’d crack and ask for Dreamless Sleep soon, or if she’d writing in her carefully annotated and encoded notebook.

(Having a Seer for a near-twin was worrying, a lot. Especially when she wasn’t a normal seer, but had dreams like tea-leaves and tarot cards with occasional flashes of events.)

“He’s worried about you,” James admitted. “Soph, we all are.”

“I’m more worried about you,” she admitted, biting her lip. “Promise me...” she sighed. “Gah, I don’t even know exactly what to ask you to promise.”

“I’ll be careful?” he tried.

She shot him a deeply skeptical, deeply hurtful look. It would have been entirely undeserved... if she hadn’t been there when he attempted a Wronski Feint when he was nine. Or through the Animagus transformation. Or when he’d gotten in a duel with Mulciber and Avery and their friends. Or...

Okay, maybe a little deserved.

“There will come a choice,” she said, slightly dreamily. “And you’ll have to choose between blunt loyalty and sheer cleverness.”

“Can you see what I should choose?” he asked, a shiver down his spine. For a second, he thought he smelled the sea, mixing with the smoke from the fires.

“Just the choice,” she said, after a long moment. “There is always just the choice.”

v. rhaenys tully, lady of riverrun

Aegon did not understand, when she smiled as Father told her who she would wed.

The princess, no, not that one, the Dornish one, as if they meant to say the lesser one, though Rhaenys was Father’s favorite, though she was cleverer than Aegon with people, and better at sums to boot, and was much more practical than Daenerys. As if Father had not told her that he would have made her Princess of Dragonstone if he could, that she would have been an excellent queen, but the only way that would have worked would have been over the corpses of Aegon, Viserys, and Daenerys. And even then, she’d probably find herself tied to the Baratheons.

Rhaenys would not have wanted to be Queen- she liked the work, trying to find solutions, but she did not enjoy being around presses of people, preferring the quiet. Her cousins had teased her for it, once, but they stopped soon enough when they realized that she was still good at practical things.

(Occasionally those practical things were jokes.)

But for Aegon to die? No, never. That couldn’t happen.

She watched as her parents paraded young unmarried lords and ladies for her brother and herself. (Viserys was set to wed Shyra Hall, the cool, steady lady of Haystack Hall, who had rendered him completely undignified. It was quite entertaining. Daenerys was still uncertain, but she suspected if her aunt met a pretty young lord the King and Queen would listen. Baelor Brightsmile had a son about Rhaenys’ age, after all.)

Lord Brandon Stark’s son was nice enough, but closer to Dany’s age, and Aegon was clearly fascinated with his sister. Who seemed... sweet? Up until you realized how terribly capable she was of remembering things about people, and after a few years with Mother, the naivete would mellow into sincerity.

(Also, the boy was clearly smitten with Lady Jeyne Westerling, who did need a good husband and wouldn’t find the North too much of a challenge.)

There had been others, including a rather... memorable one from the Tyrells, and Rhaenys had slipped off into the garden for a moment to try and calm herself. (Aegon had found a lady who was acceptable, and Rhaenys could perhaps live in Sunspear with Arianne and keep the accounts.)

“Hullo?” came a voice. “Is anyone here?”

She froze.

“I got turned around a bit,” he said, sounding embarrassed. “I just need to get back inside.”

Blue and red, with fish, she thought. Plus the resemblance to Lady Catelyn and her daughter, therefore, Lord Edmure Tully, heir to Riverrun.

“The roses have overgrown a bit from that angle,” she called. “It hides the door.”

“I could make a jape about roses and entrances,” Lord Edmure said, warmly, “but it seems a bit rude.”

“As Lady Olenna was terribly rude about my mother’s health,” Rhaenys started, before biting off her words. She did like Lord Willas, and more to the point, Allyria deeply liked Lord Willas, and she would not make her friend’s life harder.

“Ah, not terribly tactful, that woman,” Lord Edmure said, coming close enough. Could he see her? She wasn’t quite sure- the garden had been designed with Lady Shiera in mind, and tended to play tricks on the eye. “Made a similar comment about my father.”

“I am sorry to hear that, my lord,” Rhaenys said. “My brother and I begged tales of the Ninepenny Kings off your father and uncle when last they were in the city, and they were kind to two ill-behaved children.”

“Well, he had three,” Lord Edmure shrugged. “Maybe not Cat, but Lysa and I. Plus Petyr.” He rounded the corner, and his eyes widened. “And I was supposed to say the princess could never be ill-behaved, wasn’t I?”

She laughed while he went red as his tunic. “Oh, my lord, my mother would call you a wretched liar if you did.” She waved toward the garden entrance. “There is a hallway there, if you would like to make a discreet re-entry?”

“Discreet would be good,” he said, nodding a bit. “Shall I see you at the feast?”

“I will be delighted,” she said, surprised that she was being truthful in that answer.

Though she still had to brave the crowds, at least she knew there was another friendly face.

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Session 3

Session 3.

This was postponed initial due to Jason’s other work commitments. During the interviewing I discovered two major things one was peoples did not yet trust me and so their disclosures where samey and often dull. Two some of the interviews where too contravortial. Both these led to huge moral panic and questioning. Then I had the idea of The Procrastinarium a series of small interactive sideshows which open up an audiences creativity. I talked the idea through with Bella who had expressed a desire to work with me but not on Queen’s in Search of a Country.

Initially we thought big. After our Month travelling to Croatia, Norwich, Newcastle and Hull we met several artists and took part in various workshops. Two experiences that changed the way I understood my ideas where:

The Baltic exhibition of the artist Roddy Graham. http://www.balticmill.com/whats-on/rodney-graham I believe this interest came in the curation rather than the content. The Spaces in which his work occupied moved between invasive picture spaces to chilled out record listening areas. This and the breathed of his work excited me. There was also something in the way he showcased the everyday in big fascinating cinematic ways.

The other experience that changed things up was the workshop led by Stephen Mottram on The Logic of Movement.

I have been a fan of Mottram's work since he attended the Beveley Puppet Festival in 2008 with The Seed Carriers. His latest show The Parachute is my least favourite of his work but its simplicity and beauty appealed to me greatly when we witnessed it at The Moving Parts Festival. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-i8ReV5EU8

The shift of audience perspective is what we need to procrastinate effectively.

The initial ideas which needed scaling down and working on were:

The Procrastinarium!

Picture blowing up!

Using phones, trace image. Place traced image under tracing projector. Re-trace enlarged image.

Shadow puppetry!

Using paper cut techniques, using floaty materials, using gels.

Mask!

Trans mask and Full mask using the work of Steve Gerrard, Mark Pitman and Le Coq. Masks have simple expressions. Play against the mask. Game of guess the mask by endowments.

Bunraku puppets!

Simple rag puppets/torch puppets. explore the techniques used by Stephen Mottram in Logic of Movement. Weight, tempo, breath, transference.

Black out poetry!

Use junk mail letters creatively. Use old text creatively.

Marionettes!

Weight/tempo.

Primitive portraits!

By Bella to entice.

Scrap instruments.

A sound sculpture using pipes tuned to complimentary keys. Using gamelan techniques.

We told Jason and Ellie about this project they where very excited. Then we told the module leader and we were told it was not possible. Perhaps the ideas where too big. Perhaps the ideas where not heard fully. Regardless we where told by the module leader to work in a black box space. So we decided to do a play. Again it focussed on our over arching theme of home. Dislocation and home.

Here is the script:

Anne to camera.

It was cold. I was lost. I was cheery. My mother put me in a bluey green dress.

It was plain not patterned It brought light into my eyes. She said I must wait. I didn’t know what for.

Perhaps until it was good again.

She said I was beautiful and that I danced across her dreams every night. She said it was wrong. She said she should keep me safe in sleep not the other way round.

I was scared of the dark but it crept in. She tried to keep me away from it the best she could. Her feet where tangled. She stopped being. She was not near. I stopped being before the music started.

George: There’s a load of crap in these bags. Where do... What even is this? Ann: It’s a hat pin George. George: A hat pin? Ann: Yes. A pin for a hat.

George: Well do we sell Hat pins?

Ann: Yes. George: It’s pretty I suppose. Ann: Put it with the earrings. George: How much shall I put it out for? Fifty p? Ann: No. It’s beautiful. You can’t put it out for fifty p. Do it for one fifty. George: One forty nine. It is a charity shop after all. Not a vintage boutique. Ann: You’re funny.

George: What do you mean? Ann: When it comes to pricing. You always knock a penny off. George: Its psychology. You’re more likely to buy... I dunno its some bollocks I read once. Ann: Lalalalaala George: What? Ann: LaALALALA

George: Cut it out. Ann: I won’t listen if you keep swearing. George: Bollocks int swearing Ann: Lalalalala George: Fuck on the other hand. Ann: Laalalalalalaal George: Alright I won’t. Why don’t you like swearing anyway? Ann: Elsie Never swore. Told me it was bad. George: Oh. Yeah my Gran was the same. Still I bet she swore when you weren’t listening. Ann: No. Never. I was always there you see. George: Always? Ann: Yes. George: Even on the loo?

Ann: No... Not often. George: I bet she spoke like an Irishman’s .... when you weren’t there. Ann: No. George: I bet she did. Ann: She wouldn’t. Her dad was a sailor. George: There you go. Or was he whiter than white too? Ann: No. She didn’t like her dad.

George: Same. Look at all this tat. Hey there’s some records here. The Picture of Dorian Gray read by Hurd Hatfield. Bobby and Betty go to the Moon. Olivia Newton John Physical workout shred........ David Whitfield...

Ann: Caramia. George: Yeah. Hell you’ve got good eyesight. Read that right through me. Ann: It was Elsie’s favourite. Put it on. George: No.

Ann: Put it on.

George: We’ve not got a record player.

Ann: On your phone then.

George: I’ve not got any data.

Ann: Use the Cafe s wifi next door. That’s what you use when you go to look at those dirty videos in the loo.

George: I don’t. Ann: You do.

George: I don’t... I am signed in though because I had to send an email to...You’ve not told Mrs Foziard about that have you?

Ann: Don’t be daft. To her I’m a puppet. Remember. She’d have a triple bypass if I started telling her what you get up to in the loos.

George: How do you know?

Ann: Because you always have a wet patch on your shirt where you’ve been trying to clean your... excrement off. Don’t worry its perfectly natural.

George: Well I can’t do it at the hostel. Ann: You’re avoiding the subject George. George: I’m just surprised at your sleuth. Ann: Put Caramia on by David Whitfield. George: Alright. How do you spell Caramia? Is it with a c or a k? Ann: It’s on the record. C.

George: Oh yeah. Here it is.

Caramia Ann: That’s it. I’m back there. George: Where? Ann: With Elsie. I was so happy. George: It’s not th... Ann: Shush. I’m listening. That’s the Manitoni orchestra.

George: I thought that was a soup. Ann: Manitoni. Not Minestrone. George: It was a joke. Ann: Shush. I love that choir. George: Sounds like Disney.

Ann: That’s the point. I was Elsie’s fairytale. Hey what’s happened? Why’s it stopped? George: Buffering. And. And.And we’re back. Eh cheer up. It’s back on. Ann: I miss her so much. George I never wanted her to go. I wanted to go with her. George: Did she make you?

Ann: Yes.

George: Did she make any other puppets? Ann: No. I don’t like that word. Elsie made me because she had to. She... got pregnant.

unmarried to a polish man. He was left over from the war. Her father went mad. Her mother understood. She met him whilst working at the YMCA. She never told me his name. Wouldn’t speak it. He left. Went back to Poland the day after she told him she was having his child. He didn’t believe her accused her of all... he wasn’t very nice. Perhaps he was scared. It didn’t matter Elsie was alone. Her mother persuaded her father to let her stay in the house as long as she gave up the child when it was born.

George: What did she do? Ann: Exactly that. She called the child Clive. George: Why aren’t you a boy?

Ann: She wanted to make me like him but it was too painful. When she was pregnant she thought she was having a girl. She thought if she had a girl then her father would find it harder to send it away.

George: Did she find him? Ann: No. Never looked. I was all she needed. She always said... George: So he’s still out there?

Ann: I don’t know. He never got in touch. She gave him away after a week. I think that was what hurt the most. Her mother was doing her best trying to persuade her dad to let her

keep him but he wasn’t having any of it. She stalled him for a week but that week was a limbo. Like waiting to be sold.

George: Don’t be daft you’ll be bought by a nice kid. You’ll go to a good home.

Ann: I’ll get discarded after a year or two. Elsie never treated me like a toy. I was her child. So a week after his birth a couple from Shropshire, friends of Elsie’s dad came and got him. Never spoke of again until after the father died. When Elsie gave Clive up her and her mum and dad moved up here. Practically straight away.

George: hmmm Ann: Get away from... Anyway about a month after Elsie made me. George: Did She have any other Boyfriends? Ann: No. George: What never? She wasn’t a lesbian was she? Ann: No. just didn’t want the trouble. George: She must have had urges. Ann: No.

George: How do you know?

Ann: She was with me all the time. She would have told me. She lived with her parents her dad died. Her mum carried on for a while after then it was just me and her. until about a year ago when her cousin Karen heard she was ill and then she started hovering round. She never liked Elsie much. I tried to tell her but she wouldn’t have any of it.

George: After her money?

Ann: Why else would she bother appearing. Still her sons moved Elsie’s bed downstairs for her. But Karen kept putting me back upstairs when Elsie wasn’t looking. My house was upstairs but Elsie wanted me to be with her.

George: What happened at the end?

Ann: Nothing really just age. She was ninety two. George: Crikey. Ann: Things just went down hill for her. She was fiercely independent. She was a teacher. George: I hate teachers. Self righteous little....

Ann: Not Elsie. You would have loved Elsie. She taught in a special needs school. She was always their favourite. She used to take me in with her but I was too shy to talk. But in her last year she stopped driving when her car failed it’s MOT and she stopped going out. She

had a couple of falls. It was all very civilised. There was no grand deathbed scene. The doctors told her not to go up stairs anymore and the house wasn’t suitable for a stairlift but she’d sneak up to talk to me every night. Then of course the neighbours who knew of Elise’s problems saw the lights on upstairs and called Karen to come over. Elsie of course denied going up the stairs but.... She could be tricky like that when she wanted to be.

George: I’ve got to....

Ann: Get off?

George: No. I would never wank after you told me that stuff. I mean I will eventually but not straight away. I’ll leave it an hour at least. I might try one in the bus station toilets or on the back seat..... Oh god I see what you mean. Yes I’ve got to get off home now. Well not home but the hostel yes I...

Ann: Can you kiss me? George: What?

Ann: Will you kiss me? George:......................... Where? Ann: Here. George: bue...eee.....errrr. I it might be a bit.... Ann: Fine. George:(Kisses on forehead and bolts out the door) Must... Ann: Get off now? George: Miss me bus....

Ann to camera.

Train rides to the seaside where always fun. Me and Mum in Kiss me Quick hats. Dipping our toes in the freezing cold Irish Sea. The donkey rides.

Sleeping on the way home. Ice cream dripping on me.

Ann: So your mum’s been married four times? Is that right?

George: Yeah. Every one of them a total... Ann: Have any of them died?

George: Not that I know of. They didn’t when they were with her. I thought the stress might have got Barry. He was hubby number two. He was with her when I was six. Right little terror I was. He was sweet really... Posh car. He had a big house an all. On Vicky Dock. He used to drive us round all over. Peugeot something... I’ve never been one for cars me. He had a good job too. Worked for council. Something big in housing. He sorted us a nice flat. We jumped the waiting list. He had a dog too.

Ann: What kind? George: Chow. Ann: Auf Wiedersen. George: No a Chow. Ann: I know, I’m only messing. George: How do you know about dog breeds? Ann: I live in a charity shop. There’s always books on looking after dogs. Never ones on

looking after people but always ones on dogs.

George: Dogs come first see. That’s part of the reason why my mum gave him the elbow. That and... well he wasn’t very bothered about the other.

Ann: What other? George: You know S.E.X.. Ann: Oh.

George: He lived with his mother til he was thirty five. I hope I don’t end up like that. No I’d have killed her by then. I’d make it look like it was an accident. She tripped on a butty and slipped out of the window. When his mother died he thought a dog would make him feel better then he got me mother and lumbered with me. My mother is a very loud and

very active shagger. Barry was well a bit limp and a bit of a lump. A limp lump. She was wasted on him he wanted a domestic godess and he got a nymphomaniac who just wanted a bigger council flat. She couldn’t even make toast on a grill.

Ann: What about your dad?

George: Dunno. I’ve never met him. I’ve heard so many things about him... He was in a band. He shot an old lady for a fiver to get a bag of chips. He was in the circus as a freak act and escaped met my mum in Taveners married her the next day and got captured back into the circus. He worked on pylons. He’s from Cleethorpes.

Ann: Don’t you want to find him?

George: Not if any of that stuff is true. Husband number three was called Cliff! He was a kid really. Started seeing my mum when he was 16. His mam was my mum’s, cousin’s best friend’s sister so it was sort of incest. He used to have his hair spiked up like... he hated me. I was only about seven years younger than him. He used to sit outside the flat for hours in his car. It was bright yellow. He played Agadoo on repeat really loud. I think he must have been on something. Perhaps he was remembering happier times... I felt sorry for him but he was a weirdo.

Ann: What happened to him? George: Well he was up a ladder on a church roof. And he fell. Ann: ouch.

George: He knackered his back. Tried to get compensation but the church accused him of trying to nick their lead. Apparently he didn’t have permission to be up there. He said he was putting it back after he found it dumped by the roadside.

Ann: Did your mum believe him? George: No. None of us did.

Ann: Good. Stealing is bad. I’m glad your mum left him over dishonesty.

George: Oh no she wasn’t bothered about that. His back meant he couldn’t give her the other...

Ann: S.E.X.?

George: Exactly. For four months so she started getting it off Derek. He’s her latest squeeze. He is the most boring bastard I have ever met. He’s an ugly...

Ann: George! Be mice and don’t swear.

George: He’s an ugly git as well. He wears the same vest everyday and sits around in his boxers picking out... I don’t know what, from in between his toes, whiskers and bum crack. He puts a little pile of dead skin and fluff on the arm of his chair.

Ann: Disgusting. George: I know. Apparently he’s magic at the other. Ann: S.E.X.?

George: Yes. I could hear them every night. He gets disability for his sciatica. If the DWP could hear what he does to my mother with his problem I bet they’d deem him fit for work. He kicked me out.

Ann: Why?

George: He says he’s spiritual. Supposed to be a shaman or something, calls himself Four Ferrets. He retrieves people’s souls. He’s got my mum well hooked into it. He believes I’m full of bad spirits. Possessed...

Ann: By what?

George: An owl. Apparently an owl’s energy is not compatible with a ferret’s. So I was kicked out.

Ann: Didn’t your mum stop him? George: No. Men come first. Ann: That’s awful. George: No it’s not. I went to live with my Gran. She was sick. Ann: Oh.

George: Sick cool. Not sick dying. I mean she ended up sick dying. But when I first moved in she was just sick cool.

Ann: Is that why you’re in the hostel?

George: Yeah. She died and all the family wanted to get through all her stuff and sell it and... I mean it was a rented place too so they had to do it quick like. I got a box of it. But she was sweet. Used to smoke in bed. It was like a jungle her bedroom. She thought by having plants all around her bed it would swap the air for oxygen so the smoking wouldn’t be bad for her. It didn’t work.

Ann: I’m sorry.

George: Me too. She was lovely. She always gave me toffees in golden wrappers as a child and I’d suck on them for hours. And she used to put sugar in my lemonade to make it fizz up over the surface. She was the best friend I ever had. I wish I’d moved in sooner. It was awful at the end. She was in a hospice. The relatives had already started sorting out her stuff so I was the only one with her when it happened. Within seconds she was cold and stiff and I was crying. They’re used to it in the hospice. They were very kind. They took me away and gave me a chocolate hob knob or was it a ginger nut? I can’t remember funny what stays

and what doesn’t. I thought I’d remember that biscuit forever. I do remember it had fluff on it though. Come out of the jar. The jar was sticky.

George: Ann? Ann: Yes George. George: I’ve got you something. Ann: Really?

George: A present. Ann: You hid it from me all day? George: Yeah. I couldn’t give you it in front of the customers. Or Mrs Foziard. Ann: You haven't stolen it have you? George: No. It was in a box of my Gran’s things. Do you want it? Ann: Yeah. George: I wrapped it up and everything. The wrapping paper I nicked though. Ann: George.

George: Just kidding. It’s recycled. It was this kids birthday in the hostel and he had some presents. Anyway I got the paper out of the bin. There’s a bit of a stain on it. I think it’s pizza grease. At first I thought it was that stuff they put on condoms... Spermicide. But I’m pretty sure they don’t make tomato flavoured johnnies yet.

Ann: Thanks. I can’t open it...Felt hands you see. George: Oh yeah... Didn’t think of that...crap...er what shall we do then?

Ann: You could open it? George: Oh yeah. Good idea..... See... Ann: It’s beautiful. George: Its a mandolin. An Ann sized mandolin. Ann: An Anndolin. George: It’s a music box too. Listen. I just wind it up. Like I wind you up and.... See. Ann: Its amazing George... You’re sure it’s not stolen? George: Yes. What do you...

Ann: I know. It’s just you...

George: I know. But I’ve changed. It was my gran’s. She used to have it on her sideboard. On a doily. Brought it back from Spain or somewhere. Her first holiday after my Grandad died. She met a waiter called Og. He had jet black hair and a carpet on his chest. I think he gave it to her on their last night. HA I still don’t know how she got the mandolin. Get it? Eh?

Ann: It’s not funny. George: Okay. Anyway I used to dance around for hours with it. I used to love the tune.

Hmm Hmmm hmmm hmm mmmm. Ann: Do you play any instruments? George: Not reall... Well guitar... a bit. Ann: There’s one over there. Play it. George: No.

Ann: Go on. George: I don’t. Ann: You just said you did. George: Well I did. But I don’t play in front of people. Ann: Do puppets count? George:..... I thought you didn’t like that term? Ann: When it suits. Just play it George. George: I just used to play at my gran’s when no one was in. She was practically deaf

anyway. Oh go on then. WHOLE WIDE WORLD Ann: Did you write it yourself? George: I wish... It’s simple enough. Ann: It’s beautifully simple. George: Ha... It’s Wreckless Eric. Ann: Who?

George: Just this singer from the... Seventies? It’s my mum’s favourite. She had it at all four of her weddings. First dance and everything. I thought If I played it to her she’d stop going off with wankers.

Ann: George George: Fooking piss. Ann: George! George: What?

Ann: Don’t swear.... Mustn’t... Shouldn’t swear theres no need. George: Sorry. It’s just... I like it. Ann: Like what? George: Swearing. Course.

Ann: It’s stupid.

George: It makes me feel... Try it.

Ann: No. I don’....

George: Go on. Just F. just once.

Ann: No.

George: You'll like it.

Ann: Well I don’t like it. If you swear again I won’t speak to you. In fact I’ll die... And stay dead.

George: You’re not alive anyway. You're just a puppet...

Ann: George. George: Or a doll. I forget wh.... Ann: George, I am.... I have never been so insulted in.... George: You want to get out more. Ann: Take it back George. You're really horrid when you want to be.

George: Look Ann I can just walk away. Anytime I like. Just cash up and walk out of this dump and never see you again. You couldn’t follow me.

Ann: I could.

George: How?

Ann: I wouldn’t want to after what you said to me. But I could if I wanted.

George: How? How could you follow me? You’ve got no legs. You're a flipping puppet.

Ann: George!... If I wanted to follow you I would persuade your mum to buy me and then I’d come home with you and you’d be stuck with me.

George: Persuade my mum to buy you? She wouldn’t buy you in a million Sundays. What

would she want with a grubby old doll? Ann: Fuck off... Go on... Fuck off. George: Ann! Ann: There we are you pushed me... I swore... Twice I swore. Fuck you George. George: Thrice. Feel good?

Ann: What? George: Feel good to swear? Ann: George I’m not talking to you. You hurtful bastard. George: Haha so that’s a yes then? Ann: I thought you weren't interested in a grubby old doll. George: No. I said my mum wouldn’t be. Not at thirty quid. Ann: Just... Go and... Go and... George: Go on do it.

Ann: Go and.... George: You really want to... Ann: Just go and shit on your mum’s face you twat, fuck, arse, willy. George: Twat, fuck, arse willy! That’s ace. Ann: What? George: I was just winding you up. Trying to get you to swear.

Ann: It worked you poo brain. George: Shithead. You enjoyed it though... Ann: Bastard. George: I love you Ann Ann: I love you too George. George: I wish...

Ann: What?

George: I wish I could buy you... I don’t ha

Ann: I know.

George: Mrs Foziard says that you'll have to be sold soon or they'll throw out your house and put you on the shelf with the bears. You'll be reduced to £7.99.

Ann: But why?

George: Don’t have the space. Capitalist tw...

Ann: George!

George: Twits.

Ann: But its a charity shop.

George: I know. I hoped you'd never get sold. Then we could carry on like this. Until, I could get enough money to buy you.

Ann: I want that too. I think Elise would want me to... Even if you do swear. George: I know. I’m saving up. Being proactive.

Ann: Are you?

George: Yeah. There’s a wishing fountain in town. And I know its unethical but I’ve been taking coins out. Problem is I got caught by this old bloke. He made me put it all back. At the moment I’ve got on pound ninety eight and a soggy sleeve.

Ann: Oh George. George: I could steal you. Ann: From a charity? George: I suppose... It wouldn’t be easy anyway. Stealing oranges is easy. But I’d look

funny charging down New Court Road with your house on my shoulders. Anyway there would be no space in the hostel.

Ann: You’ll be back with your mum soon.

George: Yeah. I don’t think Desmond would approve. Their flats on the sixteenth floor. The lift is broke. It’s always broke but this time its because kids have been shitting in it and its seeped through the gaps and got the cogs clogged up or something.

Ann: It wasn’t you was it? George: No. No I reckon it was Rasher.

Ann: Rasher?

George: Yeah. He was a proper disgusting kid at my school. We used to nick vodka together. Go Swig it by the river. His real name is Kieran Bailey... But everyone calls him rasher. Once when we were thirteen we’d gone to the river... my gran had run out of vodka cause we’d drank it the week before, his mam had drank all their booze so I’d nicked my gran’s Pernod. Trust me its fowl. Anyway when we where pleasantly sloshed Kieran who was as sexually frustrated as the next thirteen year old got an erection and decided to relieve it in the mud. It was low tide. So he’s like this. He’s going like this. Within about fifteen seconds he’s completely submerged. There’s all sorts in that mud. Leeches, prams, bodies...

Ann: Bodies?

George: Yeah Kristine Denby was trying to lose her virginity on the stoney bit near the edge when she saw this bone poking out the water and it turned out to be celtic or something and there was a chariot and stuff next to it. It was in all the papers. Anyway Kieran Bailey was covered and we couldn’t find anywhere to hose him down. We got worried he might catch something...

Ann: A fish?

George: No like hepaticas or syphilis. It was probably the Pernod talking. So we broke into this cemetery and using them things you put flowers in and the tap I got him cleaned. He

was caked in it though. I’m glad no one saw us they’d have thought there was an apocalypse.

Ann: But why was he called Rasher?

George: Oh yeah. Well when I got all the river gunk off him he had this rash that was in the shape of a baby dolphin. the next day at school it was all pussy and green. Like the algae had clung to his face.

Ann: Poor Rasher. George: Yeah. He’s tee-total now. I’d better...

Ann: Don’t go. Cup of tea? George: Ann. Firstly you know I don..

Ann: Drink tea or coffee or anything hot. I know. Just stay a little while longer. It’s cold and dark when you’re gone.

George: It’s nearly six o clock. If I don... Ann: I know you get locked out. ...Why don’t you stay? George: Here?

Ann: Yeah. I do. Every night. What’s wrong with it?

George: But... It’s a shop. I can’t just bed down behind the counter.

Ann: We could stay up and talk all night.

George: Aren’t you fed up of talking to me?

Ann: No... Not at all.

George: Ugeh I don’t know. It would be weird.

Ann: Why?

George: Look I have to stay at the hostel or they’ll get rid of my stuff give my room to someone else.

Ann: So. There’s stuff here. You hate that place.

George: Yeah but I can’t just live in a shop. It won’t always be like this. We will have somewhere of...

Ann: Our own one day. Yeah I know. But I’m so lonely here. I spent my whole life with Elsie everyday every night. We stayed up for hours and hours. These last eight weeks I’ve

had to... I don’t know how to be on my own.

George: That’s the problem. Ann: What? George: Being on my own is all I know how to do. Ann: But you’re lonely. George: Yes. I’m lonely. It could be worse. I’ve learnt how to be lonely. Ann: It couldn’t be worse. I can’t stand it. I’m going mad.

George: Why? Everyone says being lonely is bad but what is so bad about it? Is it the thought of loneliness? What is it?

Ann: Yes it’s the thought. Its more than that It’s a fear that I won’t see you or be able to talk again. You said you loved me.

George: I do. Ann: Well people who love each other shouldn’t be lonely. George: Maybe. But they often are.

Ann: Wh...

George: Circumstance. Look if I don’t go now...

Ann: Fine... I can’t lock you in.

George: Promise I’ll be back first thing.

Ann: Don’t you dare break that promise. George? Promise me things won’t always be like this. Promise it. Promise that we can...

George: I promise I will take you away from here. Ann: When? George: Soon. Ann: What date though?

George: I dunno. Soon. Ann: If you promise a date then you can’t break it. George: Fine... I’ll take you tomorrow.

Ann: How? you’ll never get the money for tomorrow. George: Then I’ll speak to Mrs Foziard. I’ll pay in instalments. Ann: Take me now. George: I thought I wasn’t to steal from charities. Ann: I know but I can’t bare it. Take me. George: I’d never get the house through the door. Plus there’s CCTV. Ann: They never check it.

George: No but they would if you disappeared. Look I promise I’ll speak to Mrs Foziard tomorrow. I love you good night Ann.

Ann: Good Night George.

Ann to Camera Falling is a funny feeling. A feeling that is unavoidable. I avoided falling for so long. Perhaps I’m due a fall again.

George: Ann! Annie? I’ve got it Ann. I sorted the money. I... Ann? Sarah: Hullo. George: Who are you? Sarah: Sarah. I’m new here. Isn’t it terrible?

George: What? Why’s that shelf all messed up I sorted it yesterday?

Sarah: We got robbed. Broken in.

George: Your kidding?

Sarah: They didn’t take much. Amateurs really couldn’t get the till open. Not that cash is kept on these premises. Just took a couple of books and toys. They smashed....

George: Did they take Ann?

Sarah: Ann? Who’s Ann? Do you mean Mrs Foziard? No she wasn't in. She's gone out the back having a flush, before the police arrive. What a day for my induction. I’m only doing it for my Duke of Edinburgh award. Is that why you work here?

George: Ann? Annie? She’s not here.

Sarah: Who?

George: Ann. She’s a frie.... a puppet.

Sarah: You where going to say friend. Weren't you? Ha. I never thought I’d meet someone who was friends with a puppet. That’s hilarious.

George: Look have you seen her? She lived in this house. Sarah: I can see working here will be a hoot.

George: Have you seen her? We where going away together today. Sarah: You're cracked. George: Ann. Sarah: Oh that?

George: Not that. Ann. it’s alright I’m here Where’s your mandolin? Ann speak to me. Sarah: She was squashed under the till. Mrs Foziard had to move her to open it. Mrs

Foziard said not to touch anything. Not until the police got here. You're tampering with evidence.

George: Ann whisper in my ear. Please let me know you're okay.

Sarah: No one locked the door last night. There was no glass. They left the keys in the door. They just opened it up. Where you the last in?

George: Oh god. I had to run for my bus. I must have forgot and now they’ve caved Annes head in I will never forgive myself.

Sarah: It’s just a puppet.

George: You will never understand... Anne I’ve.. I got the money. I learnt a song last night. Please, please speak to me. I’ll never swear again I promise. I’ll always love you. Listen. (Picks up guitar plays Cara mia)

Sarah: You're tampering with more evidence.You’ve lost it. If getting my Duke of Edinburgh wasn't vastly going to improve my life choices no way would I work with you. I’m going to get Mrs Foziard.

This was written after reading The Secret Life of Plays by Steve Waters and was heavily influenced by conversations Mariette and I had and chance meetings with people in ordinary places. The twee elements are developed out of the frustration of not having a location. The endless frustration I felt living in rented accommodation.

We read the play with Jason.

It seemed to be an enormous task.

With Jason’s help we worked out what we wanted to achieve.

Art work about Home. Home is such an important construct.

Both Bella and I have a shared and not shared home history.

Creating our Home was an extremely important task.

It took planning and mistakes.

We are still not satisfied.

Many people have less than us.

We are in a relatively lucky position.

During this meeting I came up with the idea of getting an audience to answer questions on home. I decided that wings attached to the booth would be the best way of executing this. I bashed out its form and structure. I decided chalk and black board would be the best way of creating this. I set Bella the task of making this come to life whilst I came up with questions.

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