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elementalwriter67 · 6 months ago
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So fun fact about me that you all may not know, but may suspect given my recent reblogs, but I was a Percy Jackson kid growing up. I found the book series in elementary school, fell in love with it and greek mythology in general. The reason I say this is because after having listened to the Epic the Musical (on repeat) I now have a personal headcannon that the Apollo cabin in PJO has it down bad for Epic the Musical and are also listening to it on repeat using the cabin stereo system.
Like it started out small with some of them finding it when the first saga was released and then it snowballed from there until the entire cabin was listening to it by the time the vengeance saga came around. And I can guarantee you that in my headcannon when the Ithaca Saga came out they used the Hermes cabin to get access to wifi so they could watch the livestream premiere. They all cried during it. The Hermes kids had no idea what was going on or why the entire Apollo cabin were having a fucking break down but they were rolling with it.
I also headcannon that since they started listening to it on repeat they have begun singing different songs from the different sagas during campfire night. Some of their offerings at dinner now go to Jorge even though he's not a god but Apollo allows it because he's also started listening to the musical because literally all his kids are obsessed with it and he's got to admit that it's a banger. The Apollo kids have now also started saying things like; "Odysseus would never," when they hear the tea coming from the Aphrodite cabin. They also say "guys that's not very open arms of you."
They've also unanimously created a code phrase that is used both on and off the battlefield and during capture the flag. The code phrase? 600 strike! Which triggers the Apollo cabin like sleeper agents to all close ranks and attack the attacker of who ever called out 600 strike. This has been used in capture the flag before to the utter confusion of both teams but mainly of Percy who was the one it was called on and could not understand why the entirety of the Apollo cabin was now coming at him like he had broken one of their instruments again.
Apollo absolutely, on more than one occasion, come down from olympus while his kids are listening to Epic during the "I can't help but wonder" song just to act out the scene where Odysseus goes "Son, I'm finally home" to have all of his kids there at the time tackle him to the ground. Chiron was concerned when this first happened wondering who pissed who off but after the tenth time that month he's over it and is just letting them do their thing. It's safer that way.
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yandere-wishes · 11 months ago
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Alice in Marvel-land
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𐙚Yandere! Deadpool (Wade Wilson) x Reader x Yandere Wolverine (Logan Howlett)
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ In some worlds, you were Logan's little darling. In others, you were Wade's starry-eyed lover. But here in the void, there is only one of you and two of them.
⁀➷ GORE, yandere behavior, kidnapping, Deadpool being Deadpool.
⁺₊𝄞₊⁺ IDK, probs the Deadpool and Wolverine soundtrack
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Logan feels the world slipping away.
Piece by piece, atom by atom.
In a blink, he's falling down darkness.
An endless rabbit hole.
What was the name of that fairy tale you liked so much?
The one with the girl who gets lost in splendor?
The dust is kicking up, framing the sunset portrait along the horizon.
The envoys are nearly home, this time they've brought someone back. The cage balls chime along the unsteady road. If you squint just far enough you can almost make out vibrant specks of red and yellow.
Strange, the void tends to wash out bright colors. Well, it tends to wash out just about everything.
You scrape your nails along the skeleton's sockets. Leave crescents in the decaying cartilage. "They're almost here" you call out awaiting Cassandra's next move. You watch dolefully as she's transfixed on a portal. The sparky thing unfurled like a fresh wound, strewing salt on persistent lacerations. She watches her brother, or well some variation of her brother. Surrounded by his new family, surrounded by those he loves. He's forgotten her, or maybe never even knew her. You think that the latter would hurt the most.
"Cassandra" Your voice rises in octave, this time getting her attention. "They're here".
"Coming" She sings, voice so chip it almost sounds like unshed tears. You send a final glare at the portal before it collapses on itself.
If you tried hard enough, maybe you could bring yourself to understand her pain. Those pesky notions of desperation for someone to love. But it
doesn't matter now everyone you've ever loved is dead anyway. And unlike Cassandra, you've long since given up on the childish dreams of being rescued by someone who would offer up love so freely.
"Maybe shut up now"
Logan's nerves are frying. Thin strings snapping with every syllable that leaves the red merc's mouth. He's starting to appreciate Stryker in a way he didn't even know he could. The man was a psychotic sadist but at least he knew when to sew someone's mouth shut. Maybe he can convince this Cassadra chick to do the same.
Logan's eyes are almost at 90 degrees of a roll when they stop. He stops, frozen. In the gaping mouth of the rotting skull, something all too familiar stands.
Or rather someone.
Someone he knew.
Someone he loved.
Your name tastes bitter on his tongue. All death and whisky.
Maybe cause it's been so long since the attack. Since he walked off for the night and left his family to die. Cause the last time he saw you, you were a mangled corpse laying in an open grave. Deadweight as he cradled you in his arms.
You walk closer. Face painted in too many shades of confusion.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Damn, he's started quoting that stupid book again.
"How do you know my name" You ask. You look just as beautiful as he remembers. Spine carved straight in pride with perfect lips, perfect eyes. His talons itch to glide across your soft skin, to feel you so intimately once more.
"LOOOGAN did you see what the bald chick just- HEY!!"
It takes too much effort to pull his gaze away. To stare at red and black and be reminded of cruel realities. But Wade has a tendency to be a persistent ache, some unwelcomed anchor to every problem he's ever had.
Only this time when he actually looks at him. Looks at the jittery body that's stilled abruptly. He can't help but be glad that he did. A bitter laugh bubbles in his throat. Maybe Wade's shut up for good this time.
He always knew you were special but this is truly a miracle.
"IT'S YOU!!"
Nope, didn't work. He knew he couldn't be that lucky.
Wade whispers your name, a forgotten prayer. Logan didn't even know the loudmouth knew how to pray. But he seems to almost soften when he sees you. That feral, cheeky killer, looks so so soft when he stares into your doe-eyes. Reaching out zealously to twirl a lock of your hair around his blood-soaked finger.
He can almost feel Wade choking on your essence, heart erratic, like a child finding a lost toy. He's drowning in ecstasy, and Logan is almost tempted to join him. You're here, a breath away. So close it's taking every ounce of self-control not to pull you to his chest and keep you locked between his arms until he finally dies too.
"Penunt look that's my girl!!"
"Your girl!?"
He had taken you for granted as he tends to do with most peaceful things. The realization had occurred a little too late. Right as he had been emptying a round into the target of the week's head.
He lands.
Arms high like an Olympian pleasing the crowd.
He wonders if he can make you cheer for him.
Clap and shout his name as he twirls around the mess he's made.
He wants to feel loved, although he'll never say it out loud. He's only ever been good with words when they're laced with sarcasm and profanity.
And maybe 'I love you' is just about the most obscene thing he can ever say to someone as sweet as you.
Wade plays the white rabbit, fluffy coat stained red from every kill. Tricking poor Alice into following him down cruel rabbit holes. Making you chase him through labyrinths then leaving you at every turn. He leads you to every kill, makes you watch as he dances in slaughter. He can even feel your eyes right now. Starlight slicing him open to quench vulgar interests.  
Alice always follows the rabbit.
He stalks closer, white eyes fixated on your deliciously bewildered expression. Precious thing caught in a warzone. He can almost taste you on his tongue, the sharp tip of a star slivering the inside of his mouth, soft hands painting crescent moons along the back of his neck. He needs to carve his essence across your lips, to pour the after-kill adrenaline into your soul. He needs you.
Only this time...
This time he'd been too distracted. So caught up in claiming you as his victory prize that he didn't notice the grizzled man clinging to life...
And a pistole.
The bullet punctures his shoulder. An afterthought.
But the lead keeps going.
Penetrating the air until it lands bunglingly between your eyes.
You fall into his arms.
Deadweight.
Did the white rabbit ever miss Alice?
Did he ever realize how truly special such a curious girl made him feel?
He doubts it.
Doubts that a stupid rodent would have better emotional stability than him.
He's been given a second chance. A whole plethora of them actually. He's been deemed holy, righteous. And aren't gifts of marvel bestowed upon the truly blessed? What better blessing than the sight of you standing amongst the sand and skulls?
Good to see your affinity for dainty dresses spans across all universes...
He lets the blood trickle down his claws.
What else is there to do but dream of you?
It's the fourth day of his massacre and he's lost count of how many humans he's killed. Maybe cause after the first hundred the faces tend to blur.
He leaves your pleasants in between the rotting carcasses and broken glass. Only taking the torturous parts of you. The things that can hurt him. The sharp edges that he can slit his pulse point on, the vague memory of your glare before you cried. The soft skin of your neck between his jagged teeth.
Enough to keep the hate burning.
He wonders if the creatures of Wonderland wept after Alice left. He wonders if Wonderland lost its wonder.
But now you're standing here.
Alive.
And he wants so badly to remember the sweet taste of your lips. The soft push against his chapped lips as he swallows you whole. Even desperate rabbits can go a little feral. His eyes take in every breath, every scowl.
Alive.
Alive.
Alive.
Good to see your affinity for dainty dresses spans across all universes...
Aliath skids forward, mystified in lightning and smoke. You feel your bones collapsing under the rugged man's, Logan's, vice grip. You thrash and scream trying to break free but he only barks out orders to his friend before they take off running.
"Your safe, don't worry we got you." There's a comedic cadence to every word Wade says. You can almost fool yourself into enjoying it if the two weren't actively attempting to defy Cassandra, to defy Aliath, to defy deities and absolutes. To ripe you away from the only semblance of opulence you've come to know.
"Let me go, you custome-wearing freaks." His gripe tenses. "Don't struggle so much, we said you're safe, now hold still" Logan's anger ripples through you. It's almost muscle memory to still, to obey.
Did you know him? Know them?
In some past life too out of reach?
The ground shutters to a jagged rhythm. You're flying up, escaping the misty horrors of the ground. Your head pounds with the force, air slapping across your body as you taste the cotton of the clouds between your teeth.
Is this how Alice felt as her head hit the roof?
Wade mutters about the stars and educated wishes. About people who live and matter. Logan slices through his thigh, the mercenary's optimism making his body ring with phantom pains.
No one matters.
And when they start to, they die.
There are cruel absolutes in this world. He's tasted them all. Let them slice his tongue and heart and danced to every tune they've sung. He rips his claws out and digs them into Wade's chest.
Again
And again.  
Wade savors the salty tang of blood inside his mouth.
Licks his teeth and runs his tongue over the gaping holes.
He's sitting in the front seat head rolled back.
High off the blood and adrenaline and the thought of having you so close.
"I take it all back, the Honda odysseys fucks hard"
Bones crack, interrupted mid-heal as Logan turns his head to glare. "Shut up" he rasps and Wade almost, almost, hears approval.
There's a low moan reverberating across the broken car. Late night sleepy mumble that's half 'I love you' and half 'I need you'. Neither one has heard it in such a long time.
"Finally awake sleeping beauty? Kinda surprised you could sleep through all of that" Wade shimmies to the back, only to be greeted by your foot smashing into his face, cracking his nose open, and sending a fresh wave of blood into his mouth. He pins your knee to the seat and wiggles himself between you. caging you with his elbows as he stares down at your pretty face. "Miss me, angel baby?"
"Wrong fairy tale" Logan turns around in his seat, claws out running them across your cheek "Please stop, just let me go" you've never begged before, never fallen so low. But these two things, mutants, mutates, or whatever they are, scare you. Reckless, suicidal, dangerous. You feel so helpless in their presence. Never knowing you're to be kissed or killed.
"You're as lovely as I remember" The melancholy colors him in a monochrome of sympathy. Here is a man who's gone through every horror and still gets out of bed. Or maybe he has to, maybe he can't quite die and can't quite reach heaven. So he gulps down his immortality with black coffee to at least pretend he's being buried six feet deep. "Even after all this time I still love you" You almost melt in his brown eyes. So lonely, so desperate.
Kill or kiss
You want him to do both. Want to kiss extinction on his lips while being impaled by the claws. Kill or kiss.
Both, both, both.
"You know~" Wade pushes himself up, "I think your dress should be red...and black. To match your favorite man."
"Who the hell said you were the favorite?" Wade leans forward, in a blink he's gripped Logan's wrist and lunged the Wolvarine's claws into your abdomen.
You writhe, the bones and metal feel almost heavenly inside of you. When he retracts the claws you moan out, it's too saccharine to hold back. Everything feels so much lighter, colorful. You feel your essence slipping out, gushing over the back seat.
Red waterfall, so pretty.
Dress stained red.
"Told ya so!"
Wade pulls you roughly by the shoulders and smashes his lips against yours. He's so cute, fickle Cheshire cat, tongue dancing across your mouth, slitting itself on your peaked teeth, and filling your mouth with thick red caterpillar smoke. "What the hell is wrong with you? You really are God's perfect idiot" Logan's anger is tangible, sweet, and bitter like hatter tea at midnight.
"S'okay Logan, it feels nice" Your words slur, slipping gauche from your tongue as you giggle profusely. You feel like Alice cracking open Wonderland's ribs, crawling inside, and smearing the wonder across your face.
"When I used to read fairy tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one" You've heard these words before, Alice's words. she's right. Your fairy tale is painted red with pretty, crazy, princes who think that slicing open a princess is easier than kissing her. You reach out for Logan, desperate for a kiss. "eat me" you mutter, and Logan's face morphs into pure terror "Wade what the hell have you done to her?".
"What? It's better this way trust me"
"I hate you"
Logan bends, meeting you halfway. He kisses you with all the wary of a dead man walking. All teeth and heart and bitter memories left to rot three lifetimes ago. He pushes himself between your bones, trying to carve out his ethos in your body. He'd burn the world so long as he gets to keep you.
You squeeze your thighs around Wade's muscular thighs and hips unlocking a gibby giggle from the man. His mask is half pulled up as he trails sloppy fervorous kisses across your neck and chest. The nostalgia slithering under your skin has you squirming, you've been through this all before. In a past life somewhere where storm monsters and voids don't exist. "Remember how good this feels?" Wade mumbles as his fingers dig into your puncture wounds, drawing slow, desperate moans from your puffy lips. You don't dare answer you don't know what would be worst admitting to liking the loudmouth ministrations or admitting there were other versions of you out there, other happy versions.
"Oh for hell's sake," Logan reclines the front seat and shuffles closer. Pulling down the back of your dress. His kisses are bite marks in disguise rabid and feral, the two things the man will never escape. His name rolls across your tongue, you let it slip in an airy moan. "No fair " Wade complains "I want you to say my name too." He pulls out his baby knife and etches the skin of your thighs. Scribbling doodles of stars and half hearts and the little symbol he wears on his belt. "W-wade" you gasp never knowing whether to scream in pain or giggle in bliss.
Logan laughs into your neck. You didn't even know he was capable of such a gentle thing. You bite his lip playfully. Dragging your fingers across his muscular arms. Your thumb pushes into the space between his knuckles asking for the claws. For the most macabre parts of him. You glide your tongue across the parish where flesh meets metal. Kissing the metal and bones and lapping at the blood. Watch curiously as he draws out a long airy sigh. "Good girl" he mumbles voice marred with ecstasy and you almost see the ghost of a smile smear across his pretty lips.
Wade's thumb gently rubs against your hips. Softly usering you into peace, tranquility. Your eyes get heavy, the car gets blurry. The grotesque realignment of their bones steering you into a deep, content sleep.
"Hey Peanut, you think Alice in Wonderland here would mind if we keep going? "  
"Shut it, moron "
"Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if only I knew how to begin.”
🎀Bonus
Deadpool: "Do you think the author's going to write about us again? Or is she planning to finally write that Dune fic she keeps talking about?
Wolverine: "I have no fucking idea what the hell you're even talking about.
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bloodlineee1 · 5 months ago
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★ ⋆𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓸 𝓜𝓮 ⋆ ★
ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤:𝕋𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔 𝔹𝔻 𝕁𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕪 𝕩 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕆ℂ 𝔾𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕊𝕄𝕌𝕋, 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝔻ℕ𝕀 𝟙𝟠+
ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥: Jimmy finds out Giselle is going on a date and he's not going for that at all.
this might be a series so stay tuned!!!!!!
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“You ready to go?” Giselle asked her 6-year-old daughter kapri.
“Yes wait I need to grab my backpack.” she ran back into her room.
“Alright, you’ve got 20 seconds,” Giselle yells knowing her daughter will put everything that could fit in her bookbag.
Her phone rings. She smiles, hoping it’s her date, but it’s her daughter’s dad instead.
Giselle and Jimmy were married for 7 years technically 8 since he never signed the papers but they've been separated for almost a year now strictly co-parenting and this is her first date since the separation.
“Hey, bo,” she answers the phone her attitude evident calling him by the childhood nickname that she gave him it's short for Jimbo cause he was a little ditsy one.
"wassup roo, damn what I do now?" he says in a sarcastic tone mocking a quote from their favorite show calling her by the childhood nickname he gave her short for Parker-roo, Parker being her maiden name.
"Nothing" she chuckles, he always found a way to make her laugh.
“mhm, y'all on the way?” he smiles.
“Yeah, just waiting for her to grab her backpack... it’s been 20 seconds, come on!” she yells for Kapri who's been in her room for over 20 seconds.
“Why you yelling in my ear?” he sucks his teeth pretending to be annoyed even though he misses her loud ass mouth.
“Boy, shut up. I’ll see you in a bit.” she laughs.
“Alright, be safe Roo. Let me know when you’re outside.”
“Okay, Bo see you in a bit.”
“I’m ready.” Kapri runs out of her room holding her Bluey bookbag.
She’s buckling kapri into her car seat when her phone rings. She rolls her eyes, expecting it to be Jimmy again, but this time, it’s her date Lorenzo.
She finish strapping her in, hop into the driver’s seat, and pick up the call.
“Hi.”
“Hey, beautiful. Just checking in on you.”
“I’m great. Looking forward to seeing you. I just left the house—gotta drop my daughter off first, then I’ll meet you there.”
“Alright, sounds good. I’ll see you at 8.”
“See you at 8.”
🄰🅃 🄹🄸🄼🄼🅈'🅂 🄷🄾🅄🅂🄴
“Daddy!” Kapri runs towards her father,
he looks down to see Kapri's big eyes staring up at him as she stretches her arms toward him. he smiles, bending down to scoop her up and for a moment Giselle started to miss the memories of the three of them together.
“Hi, Boots. I missed you. You miss me?”
She nods, resting her head on his shoulder. “Uh-huh.”
“Alright, I’ll see you guys Sunday. Gimme a kiss.” Giselle walks closer to them.
He leans in, lips puckered, expecting a kiss. she hold her hand up, giving him a playful push away.
“Not you, I was talking to my baby.”
He laughs and steps back.
“Alright, then. Hey, where you going?”He raises an eyebrow, eyeing her from head to toe.
“What you talking about?” she acts oblivious.
“Why you all dressed up, got your hair done and shit—where you headed?” he asks again pushing for an answer.
“Oh, just out with some friends.” she shrugs, trying to hide her smile.
His expression softens but still holds that curiosity.
“Yeah, don’t be late, Mommy. Remember the guy on the phone said—” Kapri dry snitches on her mom.
“What guy?” he looks between Giselle and Kapri.
Kapri giggles bouncing a little.
“Oh, she’s talking about you.” Giselle tries to play it off but Jimmy isn't oblivious he knows she going on a date he knew as soon as he smelt her Herrera good girl perfume.
Her date night perfume.
“No, silly, not Daddy. The other guy,” she giggles as she playfully nudges Giselle.
“What guy, Roo?” he questions again all in her business.
“Boy, I’m late! I’ll tell you later.” she passes him Kapri's bag trying to walk away.
“Roo, I ain’t playing. Who you—” he yells.
“Byyyyyye!” she sings as she closes her car door.
🄰🅃 🅃🄷🄴 🅁🄴🅂🅃🄰🅄🅁🄰🄽🅃
As she glided down the street, anticipation built within her. she stepped out of her car and With a deep breath to steady her nerves, she stepped inside the restaurant, her heart raced at the sight of Lorenzo, looking fine as hell in his sleek suit.
"Hi, how are you?" he smiles still sitting in his seat.
Which was a little different for Giselle considering Jimmy worshipped the ground she walked on he always stood up and pulled out her seat refusing to sit down until she did.
"I'm great how are you?" she smiles pulling out her own seat, it felt like a foreign task she never done before.
The whole date had been a blur of Lorenzo's corny jokes and uncomfortable, misogynistic comments that made her skin crawl. Every time he cracked a joke or made another offhand remark about women, her patience wore thinner.
She smiled, but it was one of those tight, polite smiles, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. She found herself counting down the minutes, her thoughts drifting to the comfort of her own space. she was screaming for the night to end.
"Aye, Roo, I wasn't expecting to see you here!" the date interrupted by a familiar voice and cheesy grin.
"Oh my—" Giselle's eyes widen as she realizes who it is, her heart sinking.
Lorenzo, completely confused, stares at Jimmy like he's an alien that just landed. "Who's this?"
"Her husband," Jimmy says, casually waving a hand, like he’s just made the best point in a debate.
"You married?" Lorenzo asks, his eyebrows knitting together in disbelief.
"Damn right she’s married," Jimmy says, puffing out his chest and looking at Giselle's shocked expression trying to hold in his laugh.
"You're dead wrong, Roo. I’m hurt. You told me this was a business meeting. I was expecting PowerPoint presentations, not… this." He gestures to their awkward dinner setup putting on a fake ass hurt expression that only she could see right through.
"Are you serious right now?" she asks frustrated but lowkey relieved as she glances at Lorenzo with embarrassment.
"As serious as a heart attack, sweetheart," Jimmy says immediately dropping the sad guy act and grins.
"I mean, wow, you think you know someone. First, she says ‘business meeting,’ now we’ve got a mystery man. Who is this guy?" he grabs her drink and takes a sip then gives her a quick mischievous smirk while Lorenzo's head is turned.
"You’re unbelievable," Giselle mutters under her breath holding in her laugh.
Lorenzo, still in a daze, finally asks, "Who is this, Giselle?"
"My EX-husband," she says deadpan.
"Wait… are you saying we’re over? You're doing it like this? In front of... him?" Jimmy puts his hand on his chest.
"I'm gonna go" Lorenzo stands up fixing his suit and walking past Jimmy and his intimidating gaze.
"no-" Giselle tried to stop him, but she couldn't even convince herself that she wanted him to stay.
"I'm sorry she lied to you like this man" Jimmy pretends to feel bad looking down and shaking his head.
"why the fuck would you do that? and where's Kapri?" she throws a bread roll at him that he caught and took a bite of.
"with my mother, you looked bored as hell" he laughs sitting in Lorenzo's seat.
“It's not funny” she chuckles trying not to smile.
“Why you laughing then” he rubs her chin with the knuckle of his index finger.
“Your so annoying” She blushes and he smiles loving that he still has that effect on her and vice versa.
“He paid?” he looks down at the half-empty plates on the table.
“Oh shit” she laughs surprised that this man really left without paying.
“he dined and dashed on your ass, don't worry bout it I got you” he laughs taking money out of his wallet putting two crisp hundred dollar bills on the table .
"Did he at least pull your seat out for you?" Jimmy asks, raising an eyebrow as he takes in the situation.
"No," she responds, rolling her eyes, already feeling the lecture bubbling up.
"Damn, where are your standards, girl?" Jimmy continues, shaking his head like he’s genuinely hurt. "All the years we were together, I ain't teach you how a man should be treating you? I feel disrespected."
"Shut up, Bo," she mutters, doing her best to ignore him as he tries to act like some kind of relationship expert.
"You spending the night with me?" he asks casually, his grin almost too confident. "Ma said she could keep Kapri."
"Boy..." she rolled her eyes already knowing where this was going.
"What?" Jimmy says with a shrug like he’s done nothing wrong.
"I drove here. You want me to leave my car?" she remarks.
"He ain’t pick you up?" Jimmy's eyes widen, as though the idea that someone might not cater to her every need is unthinkable.
"I don’t know him," Giselle snaps, the sarcasm dripping from her words.
"You right, but I took an Uber here" he laughs.
"so" she deadpans.
so I guess I gotta ride with you," Jimmy says, suddenly grinning like he’s made the perfect, smooth comeback.
"Or you can take another Uber," she shoots back.
"Oh wow," Jimmy says dramatically, his hand clutching his chest like he’s been struck. "That’s how you treat the father of your ONLY child and your first and ONLY love?"
"Oh my God," Giselle sighs, tossing him her keys. "Let’s go, and I’m not driving."
Jimmy grins wide.
"you so annoying" she laughs.
They walk out of the restaurant and into her car.
Giselle shifted in her seat, trying to ignore the sexual tension between her and Jimmy.
"you know we not doing anything right? I told you we're done"
"I know" She could feel the warmth of his presence beside her the smell of his cologne suffocating her, and the subtle shift of his body as he turned the key in the ignition she wanted to pounce on him.
"Well, I'm glad you know" She shifted in her seat, trying to fill the void of her arousal by rubbing her thighs together.
"you gonna keep rubbing your thighs together Roo or you need me to fix that?" he glanced at her. His fingers brushed against the back of her neck, she gasped and he laughed knowing that's her spot.
"move your hand bo" she stifles a moan.
"why?" he whispers acting oblivious.
"you know why" she closes her eyes in pleasure as he still plays with her spot.
"No, tell me" he shakes his head in confusion and gets closer.
"Can we go" She bit her lip, fighting the urge to kiss him.
"Anything for you mama" he whispered she felt the wall that she built crumbling when she didn’t pull away as his fingers lightly carresed her jaw and his thumb rubbed against her lips. His touch was gentle, but the intent behind it was clear.
he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road the car ride was intoxicating it felt like old times the laughter from his annoying jokes and the tension she tried so hard to fight was growing stronger and stronger as they got closer to her house.
He pulls into her driveway, the soft hum of the engine dying as the car comes to a stop. For a long moment, the air between them hangs heavy, thick with unspoken words. She can feel his eyes on her feeling nervous under his gaze she turns her head and chuckles.
"what?" she smiles.
"Nothing you look beautiful, can't believe I let you go ma," he says with a deep sense of regret. His eyes search hers, for anything, and in her eyes he sees what he's been longing for "I miss this the late-night car rides, your laugh your smart-ass mouth all of it." he smiles as the memories of their time together flood his mind.
“Shut up, Bo,” Her eyes darted away, unable to meet his gaze, as a mix of embarrassment and amusement showed on her face. The warmth spreading across her cheeks betrayed her teasing tone.
"I'm for real,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Mhmm,” she replies, and she slightly rolls her eyes. The corners of her lips fought a smile. It’s clear she’s putting on an act, trying to maintain her cool composure while secretly falling for his smooth talk, like she always did.
“Damn, it’s pitch black out here, Let's go inside” he exclaimed, a mischievous grin on his face, hoping to charm his way in.
"yeah it's pretty late, you can spend the night with me" she whispers.
giving a cocky child-like grin Jimmy swings his door open and runs to her side he hadn't had her in almost a year and he was obviously feening for any bread crumbs she’d give him.
"you know better, I am not your date" he scolds her for trying to open her door.
"Don't get any ideas Bo" With a playful smirk, she gets out and struts by him, walking slowly with confidence teasing him with every step, making it clear she's enjoying the chase.
Jimmy picks her up bridal style catching her off guard She gasps, her hands reaching to steady herself.
"Boy put me down!" she exclaims, her voice a mix of shock and laughter.
"you know your feet hurt they always do after you wear them 80-inch heels" He smirked, holding her effortlessly as he started walking toward the door.
"Put me down, Jimmy!" she demands, half-annoyed but still laughing cause she knows he's right her feet are killing her.
He looks down at her, grinning. "Or what?"
she looks away at his smile making her blush.
"Or what?" he repeats, his voice softer now, his teasing tone gone. They lock eyes, both quiet for a moment, the playful energy shifting into something she's been tryna avoid all night.
Her breath catches slightly, her heart pounding a little faster. She could feel the warmth of his arms around her, and the way his gaze held hers—right now all she wanted was him.
Giselle swallows, trying to hold onto her defiance. "I… I don’t know," she admits, her voice softer than before.
He doesn’t break eye contact. "I think you do," Jimmy says quietly, his lips curling into a knowing smile as he puts her down.
The tension between them thickens, the playful edge gone, replaced by something heavier. Giselle can feel her breath hitch in her chest as Jimmy’s gaze drops to her lips, and she’s frozen, heart pounding faster than she can keep up.
Without a word, Jimmy leans in, his lips brushing hers lightly at first, testing, to see if she’s ready. It’s gentle, but Giselle can’t hold back. Her lips press against his and the kiss deepens immediately. His hands shift to her waist, pulling her closer.
The kiss gradually slows, and they pull back to catch their breath.
After the kiss, Giselle pulls back slightly, her heart racing For a moment, neither of them speaks, the air heavy with sexual tension.
She glances toward the door, realizing where they are. Her hand shakes slightly as she reaches for the handle, trying to steady herself.
"Uh, let's go inside," she says, her voice a little breathless, betraying her nervousness.
Jimmy watches her, a soft smile on his lips. "You good?" he asks, his voice low, almost teasing but with an edge of concern.
"Yeah," she says, trying to sound casual, but her heart is still beating faster than she’d like to admit. "I’m straight you don't got it like you think you do nigga."
"oh, I do remember" he whispers in her ear standing way too close, close enough for her to feel his print on her back.
"your hard"
"you always have that effect on me, mama"
"Oh, so it's my fault?"
"mhm, what you gonna do about it, ma"
she grabs his belt, pulling him toward the stairs without a word. Jimmy follows, surprised, but he doesn’t resist.
"Guess we’re not staying here?" he teases she just shakes her head.
They reach the top, and she opens the door to her room, the room they once shared.
Without hesitation, she turns toward him, hands on him again, pulling him closer.
"the shit we used to do in this room-" Jimmy murmurs, but before he can say more, Giselle kisses him again, cutting him off.
they started ripping clothes off once she was in nothing but her panties he laid her on the bed dragging her to the edge of the bed,
"I've missed you so much roo," he says before sliding her thong off with his teeth.
"I've missed you more baby" she moans.
"you let anyone touch what belongs to me?" he rubs her clit with his middle finger giving deep eye contact daring her to say yes.
"no it's yours, baby, have you?" she moans questioning him.
"you're the only one that gets me up beautiful" he looks down at her pussy with hunger.
Giselle's knees weakened at the sight of Jimmy's gaze focused on her exposed pussy.
Jimmy's eyes devoured her, taking in every detail the subtle quiver of her thighs making him harder. He leaned forward, his warm breath on her sensitive skin. His tongue darted out, teasing her clit, causing Giselle to gasp and arch her back.
"You kept this shit sweet for me ma? ," he said hungrily. He lapped at her folds, savoring every drop, his tongue between her lips, exploring her wetness.
Giselle grips his hair slightly tugging, her knuckles turning white as she struggles to maintain her composure.
"fuck, Bo," she moaned, her head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over her. he was relentless, determined to drive her to the edge of ecstasy.
Jimmy seeing how much she was enjoying herself, entered two fingers, his fingers in perfect rhythm with his tongue. The room echoed with the wet sounds of his mouth on her, and Giselle's moans.
"Jimmy, please…" she pleaded, feeling her orgasm creeping up.
Jimmy knowing her like the back of his hand knew she was close so he increased his pace, He sucked on her clit sending her over the edge and squirting all over his beard as he tried to catch every drop.
As she came down from her high her legs shook uncontrollably Jimmy, still on his knees, looked up at her with a satisfied smirk.
"I missed this sweet ass pussy" he said, his voice thick with desire.
Giselle's eyes half open looked down at him, her body still shaking.
"don't get too cocky nigga it's my turn now" She reached down, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to his feet. rubbing her hand on his print before kissing him.
Jimmy groaned into her mouth, as she pushed his boxers down, freeing his hard begging dick.
"so big" Giselle whispered, her fingers wrapping around his length., her thumb brushing over his sensitive head, making Jimmy groan.
Jimmy's breath shuddered as she brought him to the edge of release and then backed off, teasing him.
"Giselle, Don't fucking play with me" he grabs her hair his voice hoarse with need.
she chuckles, before dropping to her knees, mirroring his earlier position. Her hands gently caressed his balls, while her tongue traced the length of his shaft, from base to tip, leaving a trail of saliva.
"Mmm, you taste so good," she purred, her eyes locked on his. She took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length, her tongue swirling around the head.
Jimmy's hands clenched into fists as he struggled to maintain control. Giselle bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each stroke.
"Fuck, mama," he groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily. "You know this yo dick huh?."
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and then took him even deeper, her nose brushing against his pubic hair. Her throat constricted around him, and she hummed, sending vibrations through his entire body.
"I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.
Giselle pulled back, her lips glistening with his essence. "Not yet," she whispered, her breath hot against his sensitive skin.
She got off her knees and lay down, guiding his throbbing dick towards her entrance. With one smooth motion, he put every inch in her giving her no time to adjust, her eyes closing in pleasure as she took him deep inside her.
"This my pussy right?" Jimmy groaned.
"yes baby" she moans.
"you belong to me, You a bad girl for giving another man access to what is mine" he grabs her by her throat.
"I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry" she babbles.
"I'm sorry too my love" he puts his hands between them rubbing her clit.
"fuck" she moans her eyes fighting to stay open.
Giselle's breasts bounced with each thrust her nipples hard against his chest.
"Harder, Bo," she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Jimmy obliged, his hips pounding into her, The room echoed with the sounds of their moans and skin clapping together.
"I'm gonna cum, Jimmy," Giselle's orgasm built again, her pussy clenching around him.
Jimmy felt his own nut approaching, his balls tightening. "Me too, mama wait for me" he grunted, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
"nut in me, I want it so bad," she says obliviously, high on sex.
Giselle's body shook as her orgasm ripped through her, her juices drowning his dick. Jimmy followed, his cock pulsating as he filled her with his cum.
As their orgasms subsided, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies sweat-soaked and breathless. Giselle's head rested on Jimmy's chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin.
"fuck ma that shit was" Jimmy began, searching for words to describe the intensity of their reunion.
"magical" Giselle finished for him causing both of them to laugh at the corny comment.
"what this mean? we back together?" he questions.
"Maybe I don't know Bo, I'm dickmatised right now talk to me in the morning ." Giselle laughed.
"you are so corny" he laughs smacking her thigh.
As they lay there, tangled in each other's arms, the tension that had once kept them apart seemed to melt away, just them like old times, good sex and laughter.
"but I'm serious roo this year without you has been hell I miss my world I miss waking up with you and Kapri in my ear every morning," he says without a stutter.
"we can try this again and see" she smiles.
"For real?" he smiles.
"yeah," she smiles too.
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rootspiral · 7 months ago
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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 8 part 5
(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])
(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])
We're on to the new moon phase and Green Witch trial. On a side note, I finally found out why the order of the trials didn't make sense to me! Or rather, I found a reddit post explaining it because I'm not that smart on my own: the moon phases form a pentagram! How cool is that?
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billy has learned that their green witch is none other than Death, so they wake up in a morgue. like alice said, the Road isn't subtle.
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this trial is not for rio though - she was never part of the Road. there's nothing green here, the light is blue and pink and purple, like billy, jen and agatha. and how apt for billy to wake up in a body bag, considering he's a reanimated corpse.
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agatha of course complains about what she's wearing
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whenever agatha finds herself in a dicey situation she has to crack jokes and posture and look uncaring. billy and jen can express their genuine fear, agatha will swallow it down and beat it back with a stick and choke on it rather than showing an inch of vulnerability
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technically they've been under her basement this whole time
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I hope someone has compiled a list of all the Wizard of Oz quotes in this show, seriously there's so many
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yes you are! this show keeps being so clever. out of death, life.
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agatha you made a whole baby from scratch with rio, keep up! if you were any good at metaphors this trial would have been over already
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the brooch is always her priority. I find it so interesting that it belonged to her mother too, it symbolizes both evanora and nicky, it's a generational (literally maiden mother crone) curse that she tried and failed to break and reclaim
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jen checking if she has any healing water left. she doesn't, it would have been too easy.
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this clown is so scared fr
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aaand of course she starts tormenting people around her. her behavioral patterns are so predictable once you start noticing
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you don't know how many times I facepalm watching and screencapping this show. all thanks to the stuff agatha says or does.
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I didn't even try to save alice really gets me. she didn't. she stood by and watched as agatha killed her. she was too engulfed in her own self-preservation and her hatred.
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alice's and lilia's examples have made an enormous difference.
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agatha has never met a genuine honest emotion without wanting to bury it with sarcasm
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they are all so fed up with her!
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this is billy doing exactly what he's been doing in every trial: oversimplifying complex issues. alice needs to sing a song to solve her mommy issues! lilia can wear silly costumes and learn to accept her identity! agatha can just chat with nicky via ouija board, that'll solve that whole can of worms! and jen can totally get over the horrible abuse she's been trough if she believes in herself hard enough. the real magic was in you all along, jennifer!
billy's heart is absolutely in the right place, but he's been playing with people feelings and he has a lot to learn still.
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jen very rightly points out that that would mean she wasted the last century. it's a matter of nuance, you know? billy still thinks of trauma as something that you can snap out of if you're strong enough, trivializing the actual time and willpower and work and pain it takes. jen did not waste a century, jen needed a century to come to terms with what happened. healing takes time and it's not straightforward. sometimes it's simply impossible.
and also, the implication that jen should just snap out of it and find her own strength completely erases what agatha and the doctor did to her, it places responsibility only on her shoulders. jen is a VICTIM. jen was violated. I'm glad the show negates billy's input and has jen confronting agatha head on.
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why DOES agatha admit her guilt now? because she does it on purpose, mark my words, agatha has always ulterior motives. look how dramatic she's being about it! she's been pacing this place like a lion in a cage, trying to find a way out. like I said, she is predictable, she is doing exactly what she just did with billy on the Road: she throws a bomb and hope it'll get them unstuck.
and also, idk if agatha already knew she was the one who bound jen or if she just found out this moment, but I'll tell you what: she feels FUCKING GUILTY. we've been shown time and time again that agatha feels guilt for all the fucked up shit she did. as agnes she was genuinely distraught about wanda's death. hell, she doesn't want to face nicky because she can't justify what she did to him and to his memory.
agatha respects the shit out of jen, even if she'd swallow her tongue before admitting it. you know that guilt is eating her alive.
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incredible work from sasheer here. it's rage, it's exasperation, it's disbelief, it's one hundred years of pain.
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btw I'm still working on my essay about agatha and internalized misogyny. yes, it has turned into a full blown essay by now. I'm probably going to call it Agatha and the Patriarchy or something of the sort, because, like, look at this shit.
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jen is wearing her heart on her sleeve right now, she's vomiting all of her emotions. agatha is deflecting and deflecting and deflecting. this is where we start, this unbalance between them. look at how the scene evolves.
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jen initiates the unbinding ritual, and she knows it by heart. how many times has she pictured doing this to the person who bound her?
agatha tries to make it sexual, and look, let's not mince words. I keep saying violation, but there's a clear metaphor for rape here. that agatha would go there is nothing short of despicable.
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agatha tries to look away. jen grabs her and makes her look.
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agatha squirms. jen grows more and more emotional.
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as jen goes through the ritual, agatha grows somber. she cannot escape anywhere, she cannot joke or deflect, jen has literally tied her up and forced her to look her in the eyes, witness her tragedy, face what she did.
on her tarot card agatha holds up her hands, like she's begging - for power, knowledge, love, forgiveness. she's always begging, always searching, always hungry. but everything she tries to hold she crushes. she holds nothing.
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sasheer.
this is not jen finding magic inside herself, this is very clearly, very deliberately jen wrestling back her agency from agatha. you hold nothing, you are a pathetic, wretched little woman and I won't allow you to hold power over me any longer, you don't deserve it, you're not worth to take any more space in my existence.
and I love that she just leaves. she never comes back to bail agatha out of the trial, she's not asked to be the bigger person or to forgive and forget. alice forgave agatha, lilia did. jen doesn't, and she has every right not to.
I'm not going to attempt a discourse about race here, I'm white and I don't have the background, language or authority for it. I can only ask you to listen to what black women have to say and read articles and books on the subject (i recommend White Feminism by Koa Becks.) (also, do add to this conversation!) i'm just gonna say that if I could change one thing about the finale or the show in general, I'd give more breath and weight to jen's story - the way things were shaped, jen's trial was only minimally about her, and her big moment in the finale, while undoubtedly nice, is still too little too late compared to what alice and lilia had. at least she's still alive, so I guess there's still hope that the stars will align and we'll get some more consistent and fulfilling writing for her in the future.
I know this is first and foremost a show about agatha and, like the old tumblr wisdom says, if you try to tackle too many issues you'll just turn into glee. Still, jen's story deserved to be handled more carefully.
go to episode 8 part 6
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im-normal-about-everything · 10 months ago
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More PaperCut headcanons cuz they consume my every waking thought
-They have matching necklaces, it's not like.. obvious that they're matching, but it's there trust me
-if we're talking about post book, curly absolutely makes jokes about Johnny and dally dying (after Pony's gotten over it enough to joke about)
-pony's hair is the SOFTEST when it's not greased and curly WILL play with it I don't make the rules
-when they play truth or dare it's either the tamest or wildest shit, no in between
-its either like, "gimmie a kiss" or "jump out the window" and they follow through every time
-if pony starts singing a song out loud, curly either joins him or tells him to stfu, it depends on 1:the song and 2: if pony has been singing it all day
-modern au they both def have a notes/doc with just random shit that they've said, no context either, just random quotes
-pony WILL make curly do homework in the classes that they're in together, but he'll help him with it
-when pony flirts back with curly OR EVEN STARTS FLIRTING HIMSELF, Curly is so shocked everytime he takes a second to collect himself
-if you hc the Curtis's as speaking a different language then pony WILL say random shit to curly in said language
-curly is scared of spiders (though he won't admit it) so pony has to deal with them when we they're together
-pony HAS stolen curly's clothes and WILL do it again
-pony has the NASTIEST resting bitch face and Curly thinks it's soooo funny cuz ppl are a little scared of pony just cuz he LOOKS like and asshole
-i just KNOWWW they talk shit about everyone
-if one of them hates someone, that means they both hate that person, no questions asked
-if pony has a bad day then he WILL go on a walk or pace with curly and rant about it
-curly is Pony's number one defender. Doesn't even matter if pony was in the wrong, no he wasn't. Pony can do NO WRONG
-curly will steal things for pony and pony will make things for curly
-curly calls pony Ponybabe, doll and baby and pony calls curly Babe, sweetheart and love y'all can fucking fight me on this I don't even care
(should I make depressing hcs later??)
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Hi! Question! I finally realized that part of Michael's fake eulogy for David on that podcast was familiar to me because Shropshire and Glasgow are used kind of like that in the Good Omens book? Many pennies for your thoughts? 😁😁😁
Michael: David John Tennant. Not of course his real name. He was actually christened Marmaduke John Tennant. But nevertheless, David Tennant was of course a name that came to symbolize a very particular kind of Englishness. Born in the small town of bottom-bothering Feathergill in Shropshire before he moved to his adopted city of Glasgow during the war. He was evacuated there. Born, of course, in 1908.
Hi there. 💕 Yes, he is referencing the innuendo from The Arrangement part of the novel. The whole eulogy is actually in Crowley & Aziraphale's Nightingales.
I was torn about how to reply to you because this isn't really the characters but real people but damned if Sheen didn't write a functionally perfect little introduction key thing here and, as my friend pointed out, he has to know that there are people outside the show who can sing Nightingales. The book's been out forever as it is, sooo... we decided that I would translate it from the Sheen-channeling-Pratchett for you so I'll be Professor Sheen's teaching assistant today for Nightingales Wordplay Innuendo 101.
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Some mild Staged spoilers (one scene) in here as well.
Let's start with the phrase repeated in the bit of the eulogy you quoted above, which is...
<<of course>>
In the above passage, Sheen's highlighting "of course" by using it three, separate times within the same paragraph. If you recognize this as being a very Good Omens thing, it's because it is. It's a strategy from the novel to call attention to words by using them many times so close together in places that you're surprised by the repetition. It's to get your attention and get you looking at that word as a guide to whatever it is that part of the story is trying to convey.
The first one in the book used like this is the word nice and that's because that word has one of the most famously bonkers etymologies of any word in the English language, as you can see if you check out the linked meta. It's right in the opening of the book to try to helpfully scream "etymology" to the reader before many other things in the book will then do the same as the story continues.
In The Arrangement passage that Sheen is referencing, the repeated word is simply/simple. By that point in the novel, they've taught the reader to look at words-within-words so the word being shouted is really the word imply. They use both imply and simple in the tv series in scenes involving The Arrangement bit from the book-- Aziraphale just outrightly says imply in 1601 and the word simple comes into play in its mirror scene in 1941, Part 2-- "It's perfectly simple. Just aim for my mouth by shoot past my ear." The story is simply implying quite a lot about Crowley and Aziraphale's intimate relationship in The Arrangement part of the story, all coded by phrasing it as if they're just talking about a work arrangement on the surface.
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So, what is Sheen saying by highlighting the phrase "of course" by repeating it a bunch of times? First is that, amusingly, this eulogy really is a beginner's course in Nightingales. And the first bit of that course is that the word course is also a perfect word to use here because Nightingales uses both food and the sea/fish as euphemistic for sex. Course is a seafood word-- one that can refer to eating or to sea life equally. You set sail on a course at sea and you eat at least one course during a meal. Homophony is also big in the puns of Nightingales so there's also that course is homophonic for coarse, which originally (and often still does) mean vulgar and obscene. Welcome to your course on coarse innuendo. 😉
<<actually christened Marmaduke>> Actually = act + u ally, with ally being a friend, used euphemistically for a lover a million times in Good Omens (and the real world aplenty). Act is a Biblical euphemism for sex. Christened = Christ aka blasphemy, which is everywhere in Nightingales. Nothing holy they can't make filthy lol. Marmaduke = Mar, a word in several languages referring to the sea, where it is also the core of the name Mary, as in the mother of Christ, and Mary was also old slang for a queer person. Marmaduke = My sea duke.
<<But nevertheless>> Butt nevertheless and never the less = Maybe not the most plentiful of arse but it's definitely a very nice one.
<<very particular kind of Englishness>> Particular is an old euphemism for someone who is queer (as is peculiar, which Good Omens has also used.) Englishness-- here anyway-- is likely being used in its slang meaning of repressed. [People can be English if they live in/are from other countries, just as people can be American, which we'll get to in a second, from anywhere.]
The ness part in Nightingales is a reference to the Loch Ness Monster, one of the various sea serpents Crowley is compared to. The Loch Ness Monster is also one of the things that Aziraphale manifested alongside the tartan hills on his way to Edinburgh in S2. Scotland referred to Crowley in the novel, long before the casting of Tennant. Sss'cot land = Crowley's bed.
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<<in the small town>> Words like thin and light refer to Crowley in Nightingales-- Sheen's "thin dark duke" was using thin in that way while referencing David Bowie at the same time. Small fits in with that. [Words like might/almighty (lol) and found (which means stocked in its nautical meaning mmm) refer to Aziraphale.] A town, city, nation, etc. is often a person, from the words city & citizen. Small town = Crowley and, in this case, Tennant.
<<of bottom-bothering Feathergill>> I feel like I probably don't need to define what bottom-bothering might mean 😂. Sheen made it up out of existing words (also a very Good Omens thing to do, as a few words and phrases, like berrizene, were invented to help teach people Nightingales by getting them to look up words-within-words and etymology.)
Feathergill = feather + gill, aka birds & fish. C&A are birds, literally and metaphorically, and fish and life in the sea is their on-going sexual metaphor. Oysters, gravlax in dill sauce, sushi, whales, dolphins, that great big bugger that is The Kraken... A fish-bird is also waterfowl, or ducks, which have long been tied to queer people etymologically and metaphorically. You've likely heard mention of ducks a time or five hundred in Good Omens. 🦆
<<in Shropshire before he moved to his adopted city of Glasgow >>
Here, we have the cities as meaning people, and a reference to one of the pairs of cities Crowley & Aziraphale are referred to as in The Arrangement part of the book, where Crowley is Shropshire and Aziraphale is Glasgow. [I'm skipping why here because someone else asked me that question so I'll put it in their response but you can get there before I answer it if you play with the passage the way I'm doing here.] "his adopted city"...The root of the word adopted is one meaning desire, free, and choice. To "move to" is also to dance to and to come to. Charmed snake. 😉
<<during the war.>>
Nightingales is meant to have been built between Crowley & Aziraphale initially to mask their speech in public from people who might be listening. Because of that, all of their talk of war, battle, Armageddon, smiting, all of that stuff that makes them sound like hereditary enemies, is being used euphemistically. *points to the "battling" angels sculpture Crowley had in his flat* It's all just basically that. My personal favorite war-related word they use is adversary, which, etymologically, is rooted in the verb to verse, which is literally to wordplay.
Aziraphale, in Heaven in the scene below, with "wily adversary", using words to describe Crowley that he thinks that the angels will hear as "tricky enemy" but which, between Crowley and Aziraphale means "my sexy word nerd of a partner."
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<<He was evacuated there.>>
Evacuated-- word etymologically means "to empty" & alternatively refers to sucking vapor and the like from a physical space. Euphemistic for a blowjob.
<<Born, of course, in 1908.>>
Birth-- an arrival, a coming. Nineteen-oh-eight. = O, the slang for orgasm/"oh!", sound of pleasure. Eight = ate. Nineteen-O-Ate = the food-as-sex.
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The joke with Nightingales is that much of it isn't actually original so much as it's making puns on very old existing sexual metaphors but the characters whose flirty hidden language this is are so old that they've existed alongside the entire development of language on Earth. These walking, talking etymological dictionaries basically birthed this stuff.
Food as sex is old as dirt and it originated from Biblical debate over what, exactly, Eve ate in the Garden of Eden. So, for the parallel Adam and Eve main characters of Good Omens to be the literal Serpent who tempted Eve and his equally food-kinky lover going around knowingly speaking about sex as crepes and alcohol and sandwiches is pretty funny.
Ditto things like the ancient euphemism of horses being amusing for beings for whom things like The Four Horsepeople of The Apocalypse is a literal thing and the classic sea-as-sex metaphor being more fun when you consider they were there for every ship thing going back to Noah's Ark and beyond lol. Even the fish-- oysters as an aphrodisiac originated in the same ancient Rome where and when they were when Aziraphale first asked Crowley to bed.
It's loaves and fishes for the blasphemous high priests who created a secret code of being clever with words so they could fool people who might be listening into thinking that they were talking about winning battles of Armageddon when, really, they're just flirting with each other. It's the combination of an ongoing wordplay game and the flirty in-jokes of the world's oldest married couple.
It's not really in the eulogy directly (in the contrast to Englishness, maybe) but since we're talking about Sheen & Tennant projects here, there are parts of Staged that are also using some of this, especially the use of America, which is actually English gay slang from the mid-20th century.
America in Good Omens in general is a whole complicated topic but, within Nightingales, it's related to English gay slang, where it referred to sexual liberation and freedom. I know that sounds bats-- America has its moments but is pretty puritan-- but it originated in how America managed a win in becoming the first Western country to legalize making queer smut, which was still illegal in Europe at the time. Erotica was smuggled into the U.K. through an alliance between Americans involved with making & distributing it in the States and queer-friendly English booksellers (cough Aziraphale cough lol).
The slang comes from people in England asking for "American magazines" and the like as code in shops to buy what was then-illegal and in a time when being queer was also still illegal in England. (This is what's behind the "thank you for my pornography" joke as well.) Because of this, America was slang for sexual liberation and the freedom to be as you are. Tennant & Sheen referenced some of this in Staged, too-- the gonna ride you all the way to America scene.
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Sheen used matey in his response, too, which you can use the way you use the word mate, sure, but why would you use mate when you're Nightingaling with your partner on the high seas and matey is a nautical term with connotations of piracy? I'd also be willing to bet that Sheen knows that it comes from words meaning "to eat together at the same table", too. 😂
"Ride you all the way to America" is also similar to a bit from The Arrangement passage in the book where it talks about how they tell their bosses about the "great strides" they are making "against a cunning and well-informed adversary." The surface level is obviously they tell their bosses that they are really thwarting that enemy of theirs but they're really well... thwarting that enemy of theirs.
A word within strides is rides and to sit stride or astride something is to straddle it. Crowley and Aziraphale "making great strides against" their "adversaries" is them taking turns riding their fellow word nerd all the way to America. 😂
This made even funnier by the adjectives used in the book to describe these adversaries-- cunning and well-informed. Adversaries meaning wordplay showing how they love each other's big brains and the adjectives before the word adversaries showing how they love the corporations those brains come in as well. Well-informed = knowledgeable, yes, and also: well in form, meaning well-made, attractive, good-looking. There to refer to how hot they find one another.
Cunning means clever and good at subterfuge-- necessary things if you're going to be secretly making great strides against your adversary. Cunning, though, is also old North American (Canada & northern New England) slang for sexy. It comes from cunna, which is the basis of the word cunnilingus, as well as the root word of the verb to know-- the Biblical euphemism for sex that is used all over the story.
And that, my friends, is why Crowley's last words to Aziraphale when he thought they were going to die were: It was nice knowing you.
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Drink up, me mateys, yo ho. 🐎
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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 1 year ago
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the baftas: my eyes need bleach after the livestream chat.
I SAID I WOULD COME TO TUMBLR AND SLUT-SHAME ALL OF YOU, AND YOU BET YOUR GODDAMN BILDADDY I'M HERE TO DO IT. First, a huge thank you to @good-usernames-were-taken, Valerie, for enabling this entire chaos and streaming it. And of course to Disappointment the Main Maggot.
Second, as per requests from you maggots, I have to give an honourary mention to the tragic lack of an emotional support gaseous orange, the late half-eaten packet of Lays on my desk, and my nearly empty can of Monster energy. Idk either, you asked for the mentions you got them.
Without further ado, presenting the BAFTA Awards 2024:
I am busy drawing out the neckline stitches of Crowley's wedding dress, when I am reminded of the stream and I crash into it midway. Little do I know what I am getting into.
Everyone is here for David Tennant. No one is here for the actual awards. This is made very clear very quickly.
KNEES. JUST KNEES. ALL EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT, THROUGHOUT THE STREAM, IS DAVID TENNANT'S KNEES. ARE YOU ALL OKAY WHAT THE FRESH HELL.
For context, David is in a kilt for the first half. I finally see why my relatives disapprove of skirts above knee-length. I never knew humanity's unholy worship of knees till I came here.
SOMEONE ASKS IF DAVID HAS TANNED HIS KNEES. MAGGOTS. PLEASE.
We interrupt our regular scheduled program of David knees to have an intense discussion about British versus French humour, and the misgendering of croissants.
RDJ wins an award and calls his wife his Alpha and Omega.
We're back to the knees. I can't handle how slutty David's knees are, says a worthy maggot.
This goes into a discussion about tickets for David's Macbeth, because, you guessed it, the kilt and the knees.
A lot of gorgeous and talented women in the BAFTAs tonight. I am floored.
I am not allowed to dwell in my awe because the chat is not a place of the lord. Curtain calls of Macbeth are discussed with unnecessary lasciviousness.
Thankfully, in the midst of this, I get a great Zodiac pattern reference for Crowley's wedding dress cummerbund. I was going to have to research the night sky for star charts but this is better.
People show their beautiful brainrot-induced Doc Marten purchases.
The knee thirst has moved into X-rated territory. I am terrified.
A song is sung in memory of film industry people who passed away this year, and people are sad about Dumbledore but at the same time are imagining Aziraphale and Crowley dancing to the song. The brainrot is real.
I accidentally spoil Saltburn's freakshow for someone. When I ask how I can make up for it, they say something about GOAD. I'm alarmed. Is that an OnlyFans, I ask. It's Good Omens After Dark, the chat answers. Is THAT an OnlyFans, I ask. Close enough, the chat says.
David has now changed outfits to a suit, which finally makes people pay attention to the BAFTAs, if only to alternatively thirst over the suit and bemoan the loss of knees.
Things, uh, happen, which I will have to include as quotes in another post. Cheers, @thearoacemess and @vitrilol.
Barty Crouch Jr is debated about as the Wolfstar child. Bratty Crouch Jr is said to be Crowley.
I obtain a banana, which I associate with blowjobs.
@thearoacemess talks about someone deepthroating a seven-inch banana without a hitch.
The stream does a flashback to the kilt time. It is a mistake. @queermarzipan barrels in and is being too slutty about the knees.
I tell them they need jesus, and they yell about how they've gone to mass twice today and they're an atheist.
Thankfully, @vitrilol starts chanting about the glory of Ireland. The only thing that will distract Marzipan from David Tennant is Ireland.
He proceeds to start screech-singing in all caps.
🎵IRELAND IIIRELAND TOGETHER STANDING TALLLL.🎵
The BAFTAs end. People are still thirsting over David Tennant.
🎵I KNOW YOU'RE MISSING HOME IT'S SO LONG SINCE YOU'VE BEEN🎵
Uh, more dubious things about David, suits and the absence of said suits are discussed. I'm trying my damndest not to notice.
🎵AND THE LIFE YOU HAD IN DUBLIN NOW AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A DREAM🎵
There is accidental Mascot lore: I am apparently from a different timeline (I mixed up timeline and timezone) and that's how Apollo deposited me in an illegal sushi restaurant where I became Neil Gaiman and Michael Sheen's intellectual child.
I am compared to a cat.
TOM HIDDLESTON AND DAVID TENNANT WERE IN THE STAGED-LIKE THING IN THE BEGINNING AHAHAHAHAH LOKI AND CROWLEY MY TWO CELESTIAL GENDERFLUID ICONS.
OKAY so I will end the summary here and make a list of out of context quotes in a new post. Because. Boy oh boy. That deserves its own post.
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pray-montana · 1 year ago
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as a fellow Maxime Le Mal enjoyer, i was wondering if you had any specific ideas/headcanons about him? any predictions for the film (beyond the FUN stuff some of the toys/shots from the trailers have hinted at 😉)? would love to hear your thoughts :3c
Hi! Thanks for your question. Now I finally got my thoughts together👏
Well, I'll start with the serious part:
First of all, I saw a similarity between him and me: when one is filled with self-confidence, one easily steps into the spotlight, hits one's opponent with a sharp tongue, etc.
But this behavior also has the other side of the coin, which was mentioned even by Renaud and Ferrell themselves: behind the feigned affectation and bright charisma, there is a huge lack of self-confidence. Renaud spoke about an incident that happened to Maxime in high school but did not reveal details. (I think those who have already delved into the lore of Maxime Le Mal will guess what we're talking about.) He tries in every possible way to hide his inner demons, showing this with his clothes, his self presentation, and even the fact that he hooked up with the most beautiful girl in his high school. It seems to me that, first of all, he proves to everyone and himself that he's not a loser, while all Gru does is convince the whole world of the opposite. Ferrell promises that Maxime is a very deep character, and even called him "the most despicable" in one of his recent videos, and the others agreed with him. And, I think, in the end, being extremely angry at Gru and blaming him for all the troubles will not play into his hands...
And now let's have some fun🤌
1. I think he styles his hair every day, hiding the cockroach antennae beneath his hair, and from time to time he checks with his fingers whether they've come out and pushes them back in.
2. He doesn't drive his giant ship for some stupid reason. Afraid of driving? Hypersensitivity? Being distracted by something more interesting while driving? In any case, Valentina simply rolled her eyes and took the driving into her own hands without trying to correct his behavior.
3. In the gas station scene, we see how quickly Maxime explodes if things don't go according to plan. I can imagine the apocalypse that would begin in his home if he didn’t find a sock or ran out of hairspray...🔥🔥🔥
4. His hyperfixation on the topic of cockroaches is also a reflection of his emotions and insecurities. He proves that he accepts himself and makes it his thing. My favorite quote: “Don’t kill the cringe part of yourself. Kill the part that cringes.”
5. He feels really sick from dichlorvos. No need to sprinkle it next to Maxime
6. Venus flytraps too. He'll stick his finger in there because the flower "smells too good and he had to try it"😭
7. He has beautiful, calligraphic handwriting that is impossible not to read hearing his voice. The letters he wrote in Valentine cards for VALENTINA will melt anyone because he's a master of words.
8. He is friends with insects, like Snow White with animals. Just as saccharine as she is. (If he sings a song to them, will they run around him???)
9. His pet cockroach is part of their family.
10. Most likely, he needed a cane for some time due to health reasons, but now it’s just a feature.
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fmajorenthusiast · 29 days ago
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OC intro post!!!
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(Picrew credited to "TOON ME! 《 A 》 by Hellosunnycore)
Name: Elwood Snowfall
Race: Transylvanian
Status: Prince of Transsexual!!! Fifth child to King Riff Raff!!!
He's related to some of my other OCs!!! Cordelia is his mother, Soline is his grandmother, Verette is his great grandmother, and Stellamaris, Koketta, Lakovi, and Wisteria are his siblings!!!
● He's an expert on all things animal (zookeeper, veterinatian, and researcher) by "day" I say in quotes bc eternal night lol and a drag queen (sometimes he sings and sometimes he lipsyncs) by night!!! He LOVES both lines of work SO much!!! The picrew is meant to show him in both his worlds, but he'd always be in a turtleneck if outside so that he doesn't get cut up!!!
● He looks a LOT like Riff Raff!!! Similarly to how Koketta looks a lot like Cordelia, Riff also now has a lil doppelganger in appearance to call his own!!!
● When he was six, he nearly shut off the ENTIRE castle's water filters and Riff just barely got there on time to stop him!!! The convo went like this,
Riff, to Brad: Is it bad that I wish we'd gotten a dumb one?
Brad: Well Sonny and Olive don't get straight As but I'm proud of em-
Servant, rushing in: YOUR ROYAL DARK ROOTS THAT TURN INTO THE BRIGHTEST BLONDE-
Riff:... Yes?
Servant: We have reason to believe that your youngest is getting into the water filters
Riff:
Riff: He's six. You're referring to my six year old???
Brad: He's six! How much harm could he possibly-
Riff, running out the door: FUCKFUCKFUCK-
*after averting crisis*
Riff: Now why were you doing that?
Little Elwood: Because there's fish in water!!! And I wanted to see the fish!!!
Riff: There's no fish in that water, my darling! And, if you broke something the whole castle could lose its running water! We house LOTS of people here!!! Some because they've nowhere else to go! They deserve water, as do we!
Little Elwood: But there are fish in this water!!! I know because I asked the water really politely for there to be fish first!!!
Riff: *has to turn away to smile bc this is just so fucking cute*
Riff, picking him up: Ok, time for bed!
After that he had to send word to literally everyone informing them that if shit like that is ever close to happening with any of his kids ever again, they do not need his permission to stop it!!!
● When he grew up, he just fully started to bring home wild animals!!! And the conversation restarted!!! Elwood DEFINITELY cares about people, he's just super excited and he's gotta have that creature!!!
● If Elwood has been out researching in the woods, the family always have to absolutely enforce this one,
Elwood, running home in one of his pretty turtlenecks with twigs in his hair: Hi, dad!!!
Riff: How was the forest?
Elwood: Amazing!!! I got some stuff written down on a red-headed woodpecker, a doe, a barn owl, a brown hare, a lynx, a pack of wolves, a buck who came to court the doe, a black bear, a wildcat, a boar, a fox, a western green mamba snake, a hedgehog, a squirrel, a mole, a chipmunk, a white black bear, and an opossum!!!
Elwood: Do you think I should get the makeup crew to help me get ready for my show tonight?
Riff: Yes, I'll get them
Elwood: That's ok! I'll get them
Riff: It really has to be me, dear
Elwood: Why?... no! No- nonononono-
Riff: It's really not that bad
Elwood: Please don't-
Riff: I know damn well you're not gonna do it and somebody has to, babes-
Elwood: Dad, please-
Riff: Checking for ticks is not an expendable activity, Elwood!
● His favorite performance is the one where he stands up and yells his opening lines, "DEAD! DEAD ON THE FLOOR! I'VE BEEN MURDERED! MURDERED IN MY PRIME! SOMEONE HAS MURDERED MEEE! BUT WHO???" and then he sings!!! (I've no IDEA what his song is yet lmao, but it's definitely got a violin and a minor key lol)
● His big family love nickname is Ellie!!! (Gender norms are unnecessary in life and I'm not going to call him Woody XD. No offense to the Woodys of the world but I watched Toy Story 3 too much as a child for me to feel comfortable giving that name to a character of my own XD)
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Even more incorrect quotes
Heatwave: "Who the fuck broke the toaster?"
Boulder: "It was Cody."
Blades: "It was Cody."
Chase: "Cody broke it."
Cody:
Cody: "...yOU PROMISED-"
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Blades: "So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl...."
Heatwave: "...."
Boulder: "....."
Chase: "......"
Cody: "..Who?"
Blades: "That's the thing we don't-" *Everyone stares at Cody*
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Blades: "Alright Chase, Boulder. Let's go over this one more time."
Blades: "If something breaks?"
Chase: "We try to fix it before Heatwave gets home."
Blades: "If it doesn't work?"
Boulder: "We blame Cody."
Cody: "Seriously guys, what the hell?!"
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Cody: "What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched?"
Graham: "IT."
Dani: "Annabelle."
Chief Burns: "Paranormal Activity."
Kade: "High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words."
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Chase: "What scares you guys the most?"
Blades: "Werewolves!"
Boulder: "Sharks."
Heatwave: "The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death."
Heatwave:
Heatwave: "Cody dying."
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*Everyone is giving advice to Cody*
Boulder: "It's okay to ask for help."
Blades: "You're not a burden."
Heatwave: "Murder is okay."
Chase: "Your feelings matter."
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Boulder: "What do you do when someone offers you drugs?"
Cody: "Take them!"
Chase: "Punch them in the neck!"
Blades: "Say thank you!"
Heatwave: "Offer them more drugs to assert dominance!"
Boulder: "…"
Boulder: "No."
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Boulder: "Guys… the principal just called—"
Chase: "It was Blades!"
Blades: "It was Heatwave!"
Heatwave: "It was Cody!"
Cody: "It was me!"
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Cody: "We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends."
Blades: "...Your what?"
Cody: "My friends."
Boulder: "Are they saying “friends”?"
Chase: "I think they're being sarcastic."
Heatwave: "No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Cody! All of your friends are in this room."
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Chase: "What's the worst thing you guys have done?"
Boulder: "Rickrolled my teacher on Cybertron."
Blades: "I kicked Heatwave in the shin-"
Heatwave: "-So I kicked Blades between the legs."
Cody: "I almost died and was burned in a forest fire."
Chase: "What?!"
Heatwave: "What the hell is wrong with you?!?"
Cody: "A lot of things."
Blades: "No shit."
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Heatwave: "Cody's first detention, I'm so proud."
Boulder: "Whoa, back up. Why did they get detention?"
Chase: "Because he was acting a fool as a human say."
Blades, terrified: "They can do that??"
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Cody: "You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?"
Heatwave: "Several traffic violations."
Graham: "Three counts of resisting arrest."
Dani: "Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks."
Kade: "Also, Heateave's still technically grounded for his non-robotic behavior in public."
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Blades: "What do you guys do when you're stressed?"
Chase: "Try and calm myself down!"
Boulder: "Recharge."
Cody: "Get myself into even more stress, so that the first reason for my stress gets cancelled out."
Heatwave: "I don't."
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Chase: "Did you bring Boulder?"
Blades, gesturing to Cody: "No, but I brought the next best thing."
Chase: "Cody? The next best thing would be Heatwave."
Cody: "I would be offended, but Heatwave is freakishly strong."
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Chief Burns: "I swear to god sometimes I'm the only one here with a braincell."
Cody, Dani, Graham, and Kade: "ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!"
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Chief Burns: "Hey, how did my phone break?"
Dani: "You were drunk yesterday."
Chief Burns: "And?"
Cody: "You threw it."
Chief Burns: "Why?"
Graham: "You turned on airplane mode and kept screaming “FLY DAMN YOU!”"
Chief Burns: "And why didn’t you stop me?!"
Kade: "We were busy laughing our asses off."
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Chief Burns: "You three, explain right now!"
Kade: "It was Dani."
Graham: "It was Dani."
Cody: "It was Dani."
Dani:
Dani: "…fuck."
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arialice · 1 year ago
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Hey malevolent fans, let me tell you of the most malevolent coded album, Counterfeit Arcade by Shayfer James.
So many of the songs either in lyrics or vibes remind me so much of this show, so in a few words I'm going to attempt to explain my thought process about each song (be prepared, it's long)
Weight of the World - I don't have much to say about the lyrics. They kind of fit.
"That's just the weight of the world/We do what we must to stay alive/That's just the weight of the world/And we'll all be the weak and the weary sometime"
The instrumentals, tune and vibes is what really makes this song shine for me. Piano (obviously), the general deranged vibes and so on.
For the Departed - reminds me so much of part 20, thought I can't personally decide who's 'singing' the song. It lowkey works from both John's and Arthur's perspective.
"Save yourself/I am far beyond repair/They will bury me alive/But I'm not inclined to care"
More inclined to think Arthur because of the lines:
"Now I must finish what I started, oh-oh/I'll write a symphony for the departed/And I have no time for second chances/So I survive on bourbon, blood, and backward glances, oh"
"And so, the scene begins/Your cries become the wind/A desperate plea best left unheard/Then my contrived goodbye/A poet's pantomime/A drunken jester's final words"
Where we belong - this song. It's literally malevolent in a song. This is the most literal one. I would quote the entire song if I could, but here's some key lines:
"I know we're far beyond the point of no return/Let's say we light a fire and be the first to burn"
"Do you recall the day when we went wrong?/Time is flying/Ease your weary mind, we'll be alone"
"There's a freight train coming, barreling around the bend/There's a red light flashing, oh, ladies and gentlemen, this is the end/I do believe that we've a lesson left to learn/So take your seats, your salutations, and your turn"
"And on the way to our salvation, we'll be making plans/To overthrow the king and pick apart the promised lands"
L.V.S (Your Lady Waits) - makes me think about Oscar, specifically BlindFaith. Very much "you are my reason" vibes. I think it's the overall softness of the song, the emotion in it is so palpable.
"Oh, the mountains bow before ya/Oh, the clouds are open wide"
"Oh, and we, my friend/Will meet again"
"Upon this Autumn morn/Your laughter lingers on"
Villainous thing - This song is so, so, so obnoxiously Kayne to me, as in it feels like a song thats meant to be sung by him. The kinda cheery tune mixed with the lyrics sell it for me.
"Welcome, won't you come inside?/Oh I fear the passing year did not deserve you"
"Soaked and shivered from the rain/You have always been a delicate disaster" - singing about Arthur
"Waste no worry for the world/Let it be a tragedy of love and glory/While they wait by gates of pearl/We'll be building palaces in purgatory" - makes me think of him pitching the the deal with John in like a reverse psychology way. "Oh I'm sure Arthur is fine you can keep building your empire here in the Dark World, king."
Battle Cry - Works in general considering the 'monster of the week' trope this podcast sometimes falls into.
"Hear my battle cry, hear that mighty sound/They've come before and many more will try to strike me down/Hear my battle cry, hear that mighty roar"
The second verse is what really stands out to me though.
"I met a stranger on my way to here from God knows where/He won my lover in a dirty game of solitaire/He stole my crown and placed it crookedly upon his head/He turned around, I took him down and this is what I said" - again, thinking about part 20 (can you tell its my favorite?) The 'stranger' is The King/Hastur/Yellow/Whatever. 'But he's not a stranger?' He kind of is. After Arthur and John are together for so long, even the King admits that he doesn't know why his other half would pick Arthur. John himself had been making small steps at redemption, and just those baby steps made him pretty duffrebt from the King.
"You'll sacrifice the truth to justify your sins/But I don't need an excuse to let the darkness in" - again Arthur and the King. The King does 'bad' shit simply because he wants, yet when Arthur does something moraly 'bad', he has to justify it to himself.
Peace - Very part 31, aka Arthur's Scratch induced nightmare.
"I'd rather live alone than live a lie/I will never deserve peace" - the confessions we get from Arthur about how he felt about Bella
"I spoke to the ghost on my way to asleep/But the boards in the floor called my footsteps a thief" -reminds me of the argument with James. My line of reasoning is that James is the 'boards', and he's calling him a thief because he 'stole' Bella's life by stepping into it, marrying her when he didnt love her, if that makes sense.
"I will never deserve peace/I will never deserve peace/I will never deserve peace" - general self deprication
Diggin' Up Hatchets - makes me think of Larson or in general season 3. A little bit cult-y. It's mostly tune and vibes but the lyrics kind of work
"We're diggin’ up hatchets today/And sharpening the blades/In case, a stitch of hope remains/In this hell that we've raised"
"Hey! We're witnessing the waking of the dead/We’re ripping all the wires from our heads"
"We're burying mercy and grace/In unmarked shallow graves"
"There’s a plan for us lunatics and liars/We have faulty gears and wires/They can't save us, but they’ll do the best they can"
Under the Willow - John theme song in my mind, can't convince me otherwise. Song about discovering one's self and purpose.
"Mother, mother, I think I found my soul/While I was hiding under the willow"
"I've been the portrait of despair/Despite this hat and badge I wear/I've been a captive and a coward" - 'hat and badge' in this case is the crown and robe of the king
"I met a wise man under the willow/Lover, lover, look for me no more/I've been right here under the willow" - Arthur, obviously
"I've been a bastard and a fool/Rewritten nearly every rule/But I believe I'm worth redemption" - the redemption line alone is perfect.
Godspeed - the Jarthur divorce song. Arguing with someone but knowing that in the end you'll find each other again.
"There’s many ways to hide a heart that bleeds/But I prefer the ease of rolling up my sleeves" - might be imagining bit I sweat once John told Arthur that he wears his heart on his sleeve, if not I apologize.
"You’ve got some nerve to be coming/around with that card up your sleeve/And those thorns in your crown" - I think 'card up your sleeve refers to a plan, a secret, which John had many of
"Funny how the night is not as long,/when you depend upon/The dark before the dawn" - John deceiving Arthur many a times. Works well with the repeating line "I used to be someone that you could belive", Arthur starts ignoring and going against John (see, the entire thing with Oscar)
"Good luck, godspeed, I know I’ll see you again/I’ll always call you a friend indeed" - They always get over it and play nice again, until the next argument of course.
Have a Seat Misery - Coda and Intermezzo vibes. Short and sweet. Reads like a conversation between Kayne and Arthur.
"Have a seat, misery/Lord how I’ve missed you/Don’t go crying to me/That I kept you away for too long/Just put your feet up, friend/cause I read all your postcards/And in a way, I am happy to say/That you’ve never been gone"
"Let me light that for you/Seems your hand’s a bit shaky/We’ve got damage to do/And I know you’ll need smoke in your chest/So have a seat, misery/And don't ever mistake me/Of all of my friends, you know/You are the one I like best"
Conclusion/TLDR: Counterfeit Arcade by Shayfer James is, to me, THE malevolent album. Are some of these conclusions a stretch? Probably considering some of the lyrics I didn't present do actually go against the messages of the show, but I had fun writing this and the good(things matching up really well) outweighed the bad(some contradictions). Also go listen to the album or just Shayfer James in general
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doomandgloomfromthetomb · 10 months ago
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Guided By Voices - Canal Street Tavern, Dayton, Ohio, Sept. 2, 1994
Sometime about 30 years ago, I started reading things about Guided By Voices — primarily in Spin Magazine, I think. That's where a 15-year-old had to go for these things back then, kids! Nothing too huge, just a staff mention here, a single review there. Charles Aaron reported: "GBV singer-songwriter Robert Pollard writes jittery, surging, sideways tributes to John/Paul, Syd Barrett, Lou Reed, Ray Davies, et al, like a teenager in full flush." Sounded enticing!
Then there was Jim Greer, in his A Year In The Life of Rock 'n' Roll column, closing out a long musing on the recently departed Kurt Cobain with this: "I listen a lot these days to 'Exit Flagger' by Guided By Voices, an amazing song written by 37-year-old schoolteacher Robert Pollard in the middle of nowhere, where I live too, like most people, without a whole lot to go on. I quoted part of the lyrics at the beginning of this piece because however Pollard intended the song, it's come to mean a lot more to me since Cobain's death. The song's lyrics end on a tag line after the chorus, which I have never been able to decipher properly. Just before the guitars begin their quick, cathartic crescendo to the fadeout, Pollard can be heard singing either 'Promise to lead you,' or 'Promise to leave you.' Or maybe both. So far it's the closest thing I've come across to a clue in all this mess."
Oddly, Greer would've been able to ask Pollard what those lyrics were very soon; the writer joined GBV as bassist sometime in the summer of '94. He was also engaged to Kim Deal! Jim was leading some kind of indie rock charmed life, it seemed (of course, him and Kim never got married and he didn't last all that long with Pollard and co., but hey).
And what about me?! Well, after reading all of this and more, I finally came across a copy of Bee Thousand that fall at Go-Boy Records in Redondo Beach and took a chance — I don't think I'd heard a note of Guided By Voices yet. And though I was confused at first when I dropped the needle on that bright-red vinyl, by the end I was more or less head over heels. It's hard to re-create in my mind the weird, mysterious beauty of hearing that LP for the first few times, trying to figure out what was going on, but I know it unlocked something. Parallel lines on a slow decline, the story of our lives.
Anyway, here we are 30 years later, and I'm listening to GBV play a typically rowdy hometown show that's packed with Bee Thousand tunes, plus plenty of Alien Lanes tunes (then called Scalping The Guru, as Bob notes), alongside a host of classic numbers that still sound like they've been beamed in from some other, better universe. "Guided By Voices are fucking pussies!" Pollard exclaims bewilderingly in between songs. Hell yeah they are.
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squarebracketsmileyface · 7 months ago
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Having been disabled my whole life (even if not diagnosed, but still having the symptoms and accommodating them as best we could) feels so strange sometimes, because I see other people talking about chronic illness and the grief of having to give up on things they wanted to do, be it a sport or a dream job, or some other hobby. They've lost so much and that's awful, the path they thought their lives would take has taken a turn and there's nothing they can do about it, but they can still see what they should have been able to have, what they used to have.
And then I look at myself and all my hobbies, I draw and I write and I listen to music, and they're all things I'm unlikely to fully lose the ability to do. And that's great, I'm so glad I'm still able to do them even if I have to wear braces when I hold a pen, or write my fics while lying on the sofa all day. But I can't help feeling like I haven't lost enough to 'really be disabled' I haven't lost things the same way other people have.
I never enjoyed sports, they hurt too much.
I never really went out with friends often, because I've never had the energy.
I never enjoyed going on hikes or spending time outside because of both of those things, with the added struggle of sensory issues piled on top.
I liked staying at home and drawing or writing or singing, because I could do those without extreme pain or fatigue. So now that I'm even more disabled than I was, I haven't lost anything. Not really. I haven't lost as much as other people have, even some people who are quote-unquote "less disabled than me" because they had more to lose, they have suffered more than me, because their disabilities seemingly came out of nowhere, or happened as a result of a traumatic injury, and turned their life upside down.
My life's always been upside down, it's just moreso now than when I was a kid, completely horizontal rather than slightly tilted upside down. I started using my first mobility aid when I was under 10 years old, my orthotics which allowed me to walk without excruciating pain, something I still need now to stop my ankles rolling in and damaging themselves and my feet. I built my hobbies to work with living upside down, so when that change from diagonal to horizontal happened I already had all my pens and paper neatly in clever little holders to stop them floating away from the ceiling I was already on, everything was tied down and had little velcro dots on so gravity couldn't take them. I haven't lost as much, so I don't feel like I deserve to feel as bad as I do. I was never the right way up, I've always lived upside down. I should just try harder, because I haven't lost anything, so clearly I can't be 'that' disabled.
I can still do my hobbies, so why can't I get a job, just a simple, normal job? That should be easy, I shouldn't get to just 'enjoy life doing nothing'. But getting that job would require me to walk on the floor, and I'm still stuck on the ceiling, there is no way for me to get down from here without falling to my death.
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margindoodles2407 · 1 year ago
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So.
Was anyone going to tell me before I started reading the William Shakespeare's Star Wars Series by Ian Doescher
That this man rivals Matthew Stover himself in his ability to take Revenge of the Sith from tragic to absolutely SOUL-CRUSHING?
@whyoneartheven GET OVER HERE AND TAKE A LOOK AT THIS. YOU LIKE SHAKESPEARE WE CAN BE NERDS TOGETHER
Highlights from The Tragedy of the Sith's Revenge:
The use of Rumor as a character and a plot device, like in Richard III, because Dramatic Irony
After the whole "Hey the Jedi Council doesn't trust the chancellor, we need you to spy on him" debacle, Obi-Wan gets a monologue about how much he loves Anakin and has been worrying about a growing darkness within him, and swears to do whatever he can to prevent him from Darkness
The Tragedy Of Darth Plagueis The Wise (tm) is a PLAY WITHIN A PLAY THAT PALPATINE ASKS THE ACTORS TO PERFORM, like in Hamlet, CAUSE PALPATINE AND ANAKIN ARE AT AN OPERA OH MY GOSH I LOST MY MIND IT'S SO COOL
Padme keeps having lines about how worried she is for Anakin and how she keeps praying for the preservation of his soul ;_;
After Anakin's fall, he and Palpatine are referred to for the REST OF THE PLAY as Vader and Sidious
TWO UNNAMED JEDI HAVE THEIR OWN SCENE ABOUT HOW WHILST LOOKING THROUGH THE CLONE HANDBOOK (tm) THEY NOTICED THAT A CERTAIN ORDER WAS SKIPPED OVER. THEY THEN LAUGH ABOUT IT AND GO TO WATCH THE YOUNGLINGS DO THEIR LIGHTSABER PRACTICE
Sidious has a soliloquy about his awfulness. ENDING IN: "Die, light, die, any good that ever was,/Die, wisdom; yea, die, virtue, die, respect,/Die, honor, die, nobility, die, right-/These qualities shall perish on this day./For lo, the Sith do ply their merry tricks,/Come, Death: thy name is Order Sixty-Six."
I AM SCREAMING
FREAKING CODY HAS A MONOLOGUE ABOUT HOW HE DOESN'T WANT TO KILL HIS BEST FRIEND OBI-WAN
I DIDN'T THINK IT WAS POSSIBLE TO MAKE ANAKIN KILLING CHILDREN SADDER BUT APPARENTLY IT'S POSSIBLE IF YOU HAVE HIM ASK THEM IF THEY'VE SAID THEIR PRAYERS BECAUSE, AND I QUOTE, "I WOULD NOT KILL YOUR UNPREPARÉD SPIRITS;/NO, HEAV'N FORFEND! I WOULD NOT KILL YOUR SOULS"
When Yoda sends Obi-Wan to fight Anakin on Mustafar, Obi has a monologue about how PERHAPS, ONE DAY IN THE FUTURE, HE MIGHT BE ABLE TO COME TO TERMS WITH THE FACT THAT VADER HAS EFFECTIVELY KILLED ANAKIN "FROM A CERTAIN POINT OF VIEW"
The whole "You turned her against me/You have done that yourself/You will not take her from me/Your anger and your lust for power have already done that/et cetera et cetera/I will do what I must/You will try" is done using, of all things, Nautical and Sailorly imagery. High Fantasy Star Wars, Anyone? (this legitimately made me so happy; they also have a similar conversation in The Clone Army Attacketh during the scene where Padme's asleep and they're talking about politicians)
WHEN. WHEN OBI CUTS OFF HIS LEGS AND IS DOING THE WHOLE "YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE" SPEECH. ANAKIN HAS A MONOLOGUE ABOUT HOW HE'D CRY TO OBI-WAN FOR HELP BUT (HE THINKS) OBI-WAN WOULD ABANDON HIM, WHICH ENDS IN "I HATE YOU"
Hey. Hey listen. Obi-Wan, after the battle, SINGS a FUNERAL LAMENT for Anakin
"Although it may be said that I have won,/Herein hath died the heart of Obi-Wan" EXCUSE ME MR DOESCHER WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A CONVERSATION
No no, listen to what Padme says about her children: "He shall be Luke, and walk among the skies./Heart of mine heart, and issue of my love." "'Tis Leia, who, like me, is royalty./Brave spirit, do remember thy sad mother."
(loud ugly sobbing can be heard from Margin)
I AM. NOT OKAY
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justabigoldnerd · 11 months ago
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Hey y'all, in just two days it'll be Grief Month, so I've decided to compile a list of things that people who haven't experienced the loss of a close loved one might not think about when writing grief in fiction.
*eye twitches*
This is definitely a healthy way to cope probably
ANYWAY (below the cut because TW for death and grief)
Absence. You notice what's *not* there anymore, and you notice it *loudly*. This is the big one that I don't see in a lot of media. The space just feels empty. Devoid. For a real life example, I had a beloved cat who would literally scream for attention because he didn't understand how to come up and ask for it. When he disappeared, I couldn't stop thinking about how quiet it was. Something was very obviously missing. So, make your characters notice the lack of the person they're mourning. A lag in conversation where they would've added a quip, the kitchen being silent when it was always bustling, a character who always left the TV or radio on passes and suddenly there is no show or song playing quietly in the background. The quiet, the absence, it's oppressive. It makes you want to cover your ears. Oddly enough, sometimes that helps. A song that covers this well is "Through Me (The Flood)" by Hozier.
Memories. This one seems obvious, but it's not just crying in bed to a photo of them. It's *avoiding* photos of them, reminders of them, rooms they've been in, places they've frequented. Everything that reminds you of them feels like it's tearing your body in two with rusty shears. I once locked myself in the middle bathroom of my house because being in any other room reminded me too much of my dog who had passed suddenly at 9 months and I had a panic attack fueled by memories of her. I couldn't even sing or dance anymore for a long time because that's what I was doing with her just the week before she passed. I've only recently been able to look at photos or videos of her again.
Time. In mid September, it will have been two years since my best friend, that 9 month old pup passed. I am still reeling with grief. Your body is a clock and it *will* remember when your loved one passed, even if your mind doesn't. You'll start to think of them more often, you'll start going through the cycle of grief again and you won't know why, until it hits you. It's that time of year again.
Blame. Irrational blame, specifically. You'll blame yourself, others, "if only I had been quicker", "if I had known", "if they'd have just locked the door like I kept telling them to", "if they paid closer attention", and even "If they'd have *cared* this wouldn't have happened." It's wrong, it's bitter, it's hurtful, but it's a part of that grief.
Keepsakes. Not your father's watch or your grandmother's blanket (which are still perfectly lovely and valid!), but the pants with holes in the ankles from my late dog's teeth, or the glasses with a crack splitting one of the lenses from where she grabbed them and took off. I was so angry at her for it at the time. Now they're some of my most prized possessions. I could never get rid of them. They still have her marks. In that same vein is the amount of stray hairs of hers I would find. I kept them all. Sometimes I would just sit on the floor and pick up her fur. The day I realized her fur had stopped showing up on my clothes, I sobbed.
Love. We all know the quote. "What is grief if not love persevering?" As beautiful as it is, I call bullshit. Grief is selfish. It takes all the love you have inside of you and covers it in cement because if it can't have it, no one can. It prevents you from loving. In fact, it made me hate one of my dogs, Petunia, for a long time. It wasn't her fault. She is a beautiful, sweet, sensitive little flower and I do love her now. But grief made me look at her and feel so much rage. Because that was supposed to be *my* pup, not this new thing. I still can't love in the same capacity that I loved Giz (my 9 month old pup, my best friend, my world). I love my dog, the dog that chose *me*, Laika, in a different way. She wormed her way past the walls that grief had built up and made a home in my heart. But Giz lives there too. Laika is my girl, but she'll never be my Giz.
That's all I can think of right now. I might add more as the month wears on and I remember things. Hope this was at all helpful and not just. Idk. Sad.
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youngveinsworld · 1 year ago
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quotes from a recap of the young veins' show at the crowbar in tampa, florida on 9 july 2010
The Young Veins start setting up I turned on my zoom to get the audio I figure it will be a quick soundcheck and they'll start right? Nope the sound operator couldn't get any sound from nick white's keyboard and dude got really intense O.O over it. (this fucking thing is a piece of shit!) Well after about 15 minutes of them working on it FiNALLY I get to hear what obviously I came to see. The Young Veins! Ryan seemed a bit miffed I think about it taking so long but it wasn't very noticeable at all only cuz he said it was.
Compared to when I saw them back in March Ryan's stage presence is better than it was and honestly the vocals were much better than they were. I can tell he is used to this touring thing now (even if not having to do a 15 min soundcheck but whatever who would be?)
Him and Jon are adorable together they just play so well off each other and that's what I really adore as well as the music obviously.
Also really loved this little shtick Ryan decided to do about how before he used to be in the foo fighters. (it amused me) He said how him and Jon were in a motorcycle gang and they traveled all around the world (we asked Jon later why foo fighters he said why not lol and apparently this was something they did tonight for the first time) and he said he didn't want to use the real name of the other band or something (i just quipped back I knew nothing of that other band and laughed).
Anyways funny things that were said Ryan dedicated a song to Black Gold (totally messed up the name when saying it) I don't remember what song it was now. He asked if anyone was there for Rooney and alot of people hooted and one dude said whatever in the crowd and Ryan was like I just heard someone say i think whatever but I won't acknowledge it to which Jon commented you just did lol
I really love watching them perform I was sad they didn't stay longer. I wanted more songs! They played all the same songs everyone has heard they've played. Nothing different. I always really enjoy hearing Jon sing just because he only gets a few songs even though I love Ryan's voice as well.
– from this Livejournal post
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