#willy mclean imagine

[barrylicious]

skyhigh | willy mclean

summary: you get high with your boyfriend, he fucks you. it would be nice to do all of that at your shared place... right?

pairing: willy mclean x fem!reader

warnings: use of drugs (weed), smut - oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, sliiiight dumbification, spitting; fluff, pinch of angst and feeeeels. reader is in college, and i wrote it with a slight age gap in my mind, but ages of the characters aren't specified.

word count: 5400 (approx)

a/n: alright, so this was supposed to be something completely different, but here you go. also idk if there are any willy/bill enthusiasts who will appreciate this, but if you're one of them, don't be scared to let me know!!! O:)))

all mistakes are my own.

It’s already a few hours after your shift when you find yourself standing in front of your mirror, giving yourself a quick final touch-up before you head to the pool. You smooth down your red summer dress, smiling at the way it hugs your figure before walking to your bed and sitting on your sheets to slide into your white, worn-out Converse. As you bend over, you reach under your bed.

You pull out a wooden box covered in various, colorful stickers – popsicles, Route 66, a "dill-ightful" pickle, logos of nature reserves, and your newest addition – the Boise public pool sticker. No, they didn’t initially have them, but Willy is too weak to resist your puppy dog eyes and your sweet-sounding pleas especially when your body is glistening with water. And you adore him for it.

A soft snort escapes your mouth at the irony. When you open this innocently looking box, a gift from your religious grandmother when you were 11, you find not-so-innocent items, probably causing your Nana to close the heavenly gates for you if God truly exists. A purple vibrator, a polaroid of Willy and you naked in the bed of his truck, and the main reason you opened this unholy chest – a bag of ground weed, rolling papers, and filters. You grab one of each, along with the bag of weed, and quickly stow them into your petite backpack. Closing the box, you shove it back under the bed before putting on a thick, patterned cardigan that’s too big for you and throwing your bag over your shoulder.

You say goodbye to your parents, assuring them you’ll be safe. Then you hop on your bike and pedal towards the pool, basking in the golden rays of the setting sun. Upon arriving at the gate, you are greeted by the soft music coming from Willy’s office, and as you’re trying to close the gate without letting go of your bike, a loud distorted sound of a human voice makes you jump.

"This is private property, and just because the delinquent happens to be a pretty lady doesn’t mean there will be no consequences!"

You turn to the origin of the voice and see Willy leaning out of the poolside kiosk with a smile hidden by the megaphone in his hand. You roll your eyes at his antics.

"I’m lucky I know the manager," you retort.

Willy puts the megaphone down and jumps over the counter to meet you. You lean the bike against the wall to give him a warm welcome.

"The manager should also report all the sweaters that have been stolen from him. It’s weird, you always appear in the ones that have gone missing," he says as he reaches for you, tugging on the wool covering you.

"So weird," you confirm, putting your arms around his neck as you press against him and your lips meet in a slow kiss, awakening the butterflies that were ready to start tickling your insides since the moment you left your house.

Willy’s hands start to wander too, sliding under the hem of his cardigan. His fingertips brush against your thighs, igniting a feeling in you that forces you to press against him even more. But you pull away, removing your arms from around his neck, and your fingers circle his wrists, stopping his roaming.

"Come on, I just got here," you say, stepping around him and heading towards his office.

He sighs.

"Exactly. No time to waste time," he says, but instead of following you, he walks towards your bike to lock it into the storage room.

When he finally comes into the office, you’ve already shrugged off his sweater, so now you’re standing at his desk, your hips softly moving to the music playing from the radio as you rummage through your bag. More of your skin is exposed and Willy’s cock twitches at the sight. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, telling himself to wait, before he walks towards you.

His palm touches your back once he’s close, and his larger frame towers over you as he watches you. You finally find what you were searching for and turn to him, holding your palms up – one with the baggy and the other holding the papers.

"I’ve got it," you say with a big, gleeful smile on your face, your chest heaving from excitement.

You have smoked only a handful of times, most of which you didn’t even enjoy because it was either to fit in or you didn’t pace yourself, mixing it with all kinds of alcohol which always resulted in you spending the rest of the night throwing up until sunrise, feeling like shit the following day.

Then, you started working at the pool and met Willy, who told you you had been doing it all wrong and with wrong people. He was more than willing to show you the ropes. It was the night you got your first shotgun, and also the night Willy rejected you because he didn’t want to take advantage of you.

But oh, how much he wanted to fuck your brains out that nigh, you have no idea. But it doesn’t matter because he got to do it anyway when you were both sober. At least, you were sober; he was… kind of sober.

His eyes narrow at you as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Are you using me just to roll joints for you? Is that what it is?" he asks playfully.

"Yes, you are actually my side piece to my side piece, and you happened to be excellent at rolling joints, that’s what’s keeping you your place."

"You’re a brat; I can’t believe I’m still putting up with this kind of behavior," he teases, taking the contents from your hands and going to sit on the small couch you gave him after it had been kind of uselessly sitting in your basement. It was a shame to throw it away and since Willy could use one in his office, you talked him into taking it.

You’d never say it out loud, but you love watching him roll one, imagining what those skillful hands did to you everytime you were tangled in blankets and sheets. You are also sure he knows.

You sit down next to him, kneeling on the soft cushions and turnning your body to face him. Once he’s finished, he pulls out a lighter and turns to you, one leg bent in the knee on the cushions and his arm extended over the back pillows, just enough for his fingers to reach your face if he wanted to.

"Did you bring your big girl pants to have the first hit this time or is tempting me the only thing you care about?" he raises an eyebrow as his eyes casually scan your figure, lingering on your cleavage, and then your bare legs.

You take the joint from him and put it between your lips. He mumbles an alright as he lights the twisted end. As you inhale, you feel the smoke irritate your esophagus and lungs, causing you to cough.

"Good girl," he says proudly, though what you just displayed was pathetic. You hand the cigarette back to Willy, and he immediately takes a hit without blinking an eye. His fingers start to play with your hair lazily, twirling it around his fingers, and once you calm down and wipe away the tears from your eyes, he speaks again.

"You look beautiful."

His sincerity makes your heart swell. You really couldn’t be happier without Willy being the perfect mix of a sarcastic asshole, teasing menace, and at the same time, the most loving boyfriend. And it’s not the lightheadedness talking.

You take his hand that’s still toying with your hair and kiss his palm before springing up and leaning into him to kiss his lips. But before he has the chance to react and put his hand on the back of your head to pull you in even more, you sit your ass back down on your heels.

"Wanna try again?" he passes you the joint and you take it, putting it in your mouth and inhaling again. You manage to hold the smoke in your lungs this time before puffing it out. Then you take another strong hit, and Willy laughs. "Geez Louise, slow down."

He takes the joint from you and puts it on the edge of the ashtray. Just as he leans back against the couch, the smoke comes out of your mouth and nose.

His hand lands on your thigh, stroking your skin, and you shudder at his touch. Feeling more clingy and horny, you move to straddle his hips, forcing his foot to hit the floor. His hands immediately get a hold of your hips, his thumbs pressing into the crease between your thighs and torso. You lean over him, his head tilting back against the top of the back pillows as your fingers tangle into his hair.

At one point, you tug at his strands and grind into his lap, making him groan and push up against you while he squeezes the meat of your ass. His hands then slide under your dress, pushing the hem up your thighs until he discovers that you’re not wearing panties. He groans again and uses his strength to manhandle you onto your back, laying you out on the cushions.

"Not only am I going to hell; you’re gonna make me the devil’s right hand, I swear to God," he says, his lips brushing against yours, making you giggle.

"I can give you my right hand, right now," you tease, reaching your hand down to touch him over his shorts; his cock is already getting hard.

He kisses you again and it’s the filthiest kiss you might have ever received. You’re not complaining. His tongue slips into your mouth, your teeth clash against each other, and a string of spit connects your lips when he slightly pulls away before touching his lips to yours again.

His hand that’s not holding him up starts roaming your body, eventually settling on your breast, squeezing it, and pinching your nipple with his thumb and index finger. You moan at the feeling, arching your back, not only to show how appreciative you and your body are, but also to encourage him to do more.

"What do you want, hm?" he asks as he disconnects your lips.

He loves the way you look in this moment. Splayed under him, your mouth slightly agape, kiss bruised as it let puffs of breath out of the heaving chest where his hand is currently resting. Your thighs spread out, resting against his hips as your pussy soaks his shorts.

You were speechless, too. It’s a paradox, really. For how filthy you can get, all the things you let him do to you, even convincing him to take a picture of you two naked, and yet, you can’t get the words "fuck me" out of your mouth.

His heart is racing too, so when he speaks, it sounds like he’s just finished a marathon.

"You want me to touch you?" he slides down your body just a little so he’s able to lay kisses on your neck, your hand losing the grip on his crotch. "Want me to touch your pretty pussy, hm?" he sucks a bruise into your skin, marking you for your friends, colleagues, the little gremlins that piss in his pool every day, and their creepy dads to see.

"Uh-uh," you manage to moan out.

"Uh-uh, what?" he starts to kiss your chest, leaving trails of kisses over the top of your breasts. He tangles your fingers together and lifts your arm, steering his lips towards your collarbone, over your shoulder, and down your bicep, before kissing back up to your neck.

He lifts his head and lets his eyes rake over your body again, stopping to admire the way your pussy’s pressed up against him. His hips automatically shift a little to get some friction before his eyes are brought back to your face by your whimper.

 "Do you want me to touch you with my fingers?" He asks as he brings them to your lips, lightly pulling your bottom lip down into a pout with his thumb.

"Or my mouth?" He lightly kisses you.

"Or my cock?" He grinds into you. "You need to use your words, like the big girl you are.“

You lick your dry lips and gulp before whispering, "I want your mouth."

"Where do you want my mouth? Come on, don’t save that big brain of yours for college," he says and strokes his thumb over your forehead. "Tell me."

"I want your mouth between my legs."

He smiles a little. "Alright."

He slides down your body, kissing your breasts over your dress before kneeling on the floor and angling your body so he can access the parts he’s eager for.

He starts by kissing your knees, alternating between the right left, before moving his mouth up your legs, nipping at your skin, and creatingleaving behind additional sets of bruises. Your hands find their way into his hair, slightly pulling and scratching at his scalp. He can smell you when he gets close to your pussy, and he has to take a deep breath to prevent himself from diving straight into your heat.

But good God, you smell so good and to satiate his hunger, he inhales your scent and at the same time licks a broad stripe over the crease of your thighs, making you jolt as he finishes his tasting with a bite to your hipbone.

"Willy, come on," you whimper, pushing on his back, urging him to get to the place you need him the most.

"What, you said you wanted my mouth between your thighs. Isn’t this what you had in mind?"

It’s infuriating, the way his expression is fucking serious, mouth slightly agape in confusion, not a slight hint of teasing. He’s good.

Your voice shakes when you finally say, "I want your tongue on my pussy."

He finally smirks and leans down, but before touching you, he opens his mouth one more time.

"See, was it so hard?" His hot breath hits your lower lips, and then his arms circle your thighs, pulling you closer as he licks a stripe up your pussy with the flat of his tongue, gently sucking on your bundle of nerves when he glides over it. You moan at the feeling, your clit finally getting the relief after pulsing for the last 10 minutes.

"You taste so good, so fucking sweet."

He slurps up the ixture of your juices and his saliva before leaning back to take a look at your cunt. He swipes his thumb over your clit, sending electricity through your nerves, causing you to jerk your hips. Then he spits on you before quickly leaning back down and licking it back up. He flattens his tongue over your clit again and starts drawing circles with his head, drowning you in new sensations like he drowns his chin in your wetness.

You feel the knot in your abdomen tighten, your back arching as your thighs squeeze Willy’s head. He accommodates himself to your body’s act-up, gripping your thighs and scraping his blunt fingernails over your skin. His tongue slides down, slipping in and out of your hole as his nose brushes against your clit, lewd noises filling your ears and accompaniying the harmony still coming from the radio. Your moans get louder too, and for Willy, the combination of your slick pussy and desperate whimpers is a true masterpiece he would consider putting on Pitchfork if he wasn’t possessive.

Finally, the balloon of pleasure in your stomach bursts, and your body spasms with release as you throw your head back. As your lower body jerks, you push against Willy’s forehead to try to get him away from you. He circles your wrist and puts your hand away, your legs now resting on his shoulders. Your chest is still moving up and down as he watches you whisper oh my god and jesus christ, and he can’t help but lean in to lick your remaining juices one last time. You gasp and grab him by the collar of his t-shirt, pulling his face to yours.

"I love you so fucking much," you say and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue.

His hand cups your jaw, and the pad of his thumb strokes your cheek before he lets his hand rest against your neck, gently feeling your pulse.

He pulls away and kneels on the floor again, turning towards the table and taking the forgotten joint, sucking in the smoke before putting it away again and bringing his face back to hover over yours. You stare into each other's eyes, his pupils wide, making his irises look black because you can’t to this day figure out the color of his eyes since it seems to change like the skin of a chameleon.

The pinch to your chin brings you back from your Land of Thoughts. Willy urges you to open your mouth slightly and then he’s leaning in, smoking the cloud from his lungs into yours. You inhale and hold before exhaling.

"Where did you go?" He asks with a smile on his face because you do look pretty, all fucked out and high in the sky.

"I love your eyes."

And the wings of Willy’s butterflies move, because when he was younger, kids used to make fun of his lazy eye. Now, he has the most beautiful girl beneath him, telling him she loves his eyes.

You giggle after a few seconds pass. "You’re blushing."

He rolls his eyes and sits on the couch, lifting your legs and placing them over his thighs.

"You ruined a sweet moment," he huffs, but you’re still giggling.

"So are you gonna fuck me or not?" you ask, and he turns his head toward you in surprise.

"Look at you, the grass’s finally working its magic," he says with a smirk, squeezing your calves.

"I need to get out of the dress though, I’m fucking soaked," you start to sit up, and he wiggles his eyebrows at you, causing you to roll your eyes. "Not like that."

"Should we check?" He asks with a smirk, already reaching his hand between your legs again, but you slap it away.

Except for that, you ignore his teasing and take your dress off, throwing it on the chair from where you are still sitting on the couch, meanwhile, Willy discards his shirt on the floor. You shuffle closer to him and move to straddle him, but he stops you by grabbing your neck.

"You think you deserve to be on top? Only girls who can handle their weed and use their fucking words get to be on top, okay?"

You only nod in response, and he chuckles.

"See, you can’t even answer me. Do I make your brain smaller?"

You’re so sensitive to everything now that each word coming out of his mouth makes you wetter. As you nod again, you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure, your thighs sticking together from all the juices that spilled out of you and that Willy helped spread over your skin.

"Aw, is your pussy eager for my cock already? Want me to help you out?" He asks mockingly, and you absolutely live for it.

"Yes, please," you whimper and he shoves you, your back hitting the cushions again. He slides his trunks down enough to let his cock out.

He wastes no time spitting into his hand and spreading it over your pussy, briefly sliding his two fingers into you before bringing them to his mouth to taste you. His other hand takes his long cock, the tip teasing your entrance before he slides it against the legth of your cunt, covering it in your cum.

You moan at the feeling of him grazing your clit and his balls being pressed against your hole, his tip reaching under your belly button. You take that opportunity to stroke him with your palm, but it doesn’t last long as he takes a hold of both your hands and puts your arms above your head.

"Those stay there, understood?"

"Yes."

Then he finally takes his cock and pushes inside of you. You both moan at the feeling. Willy reaches for the joint, offering it to you after taking a hit himself, but you shake your head. After tossing it into the ashtray, he doesn’t waste any time anymore and starts sliding in and out of you, slowly at first, savoring the sensation. It’s like the combination of your pussy wrapped around his cock and the heightened senses brought him into a paradise. And oh, it’s so fucking amazing. Not so much for you though, as you bring him out of his trance.

"Will, faster, please," he opens his eyes that he didn’t realize fell closed and the look on your face is enough to convince him to fulfill your wish.

"Faster? You want it hard?" And with that, he adjusts himself, grabbing your hips with bruising strength, lifting them in the air as he starts slamming into you quick and hard. "You want me to fucking ruin you, don’t you? Ruin this sweet pussy for everybody else."

He fucks into you at a blistering pace, pulling your hips to meet his, the skin of your ass slapping against his thighs, and you’re certain that the underside of your cheeks will be covered in bruises too. Your arms are still above your head, desperately looking for something to hold onto. Moans are falling out of your pretty lips and your breasts bounce up and down, like your body on his cock. He’s mesmerized by it, by you. The way you let him use you like this, being completely out of it, trusting him with everything at this moment.

And as he thinks about how vulnerable you are willing to be with him, it makes his cock twitch against your walls, bringing him closer to orgasm. So he lowers your hips and positions your calves on his shoulders, intesifying the stimulation with the change of angle.

"Will," you moan, and he brings his thumb to your bud, continuing to slam into you at a bruising pace.

"Yeah. Are you gonna cum? Come on."

The pad of his finger fiddles with your clit, making you convulse.

"I can feel this sweet pussy squeezing the fuck outta me. Let go, sweetheart. Be a good girl for me," he kisses your knee and all the sensations merge together, creating fireworks in your abdomen as come apart, and your pussy covers his cock in more juices.

Willy follows right after you, moaning your name as sweat drips down his chest. He stills and spills his cum into you, sliding out and back inside one last time before letting your legs down and lying over you.

He tries to hold himself up, though he doesn’t have much energy left, so you still feel the heavy weight of his body on yours. You don’t mind though, and instead of pushing him away, you bring him closer by wrapping your arms around his back. A couple of minutes won’t kill you, and if it does, you’ll die the happiest woman in the arms of the happiest man.

You’re both in a state of euphoria, coming down from your highs – at least the orgasmic ones. Every part of your body is sticky with sweat and other bodily fluids, warm breaths brushing against each other’s ears.

You trace unrecognizable patterns on his back, lightly scratching your nails against his skin. As you crane your neck to lay a few kisses on his neck, you feel the goosebumps rise on his skin from your affection. When you open your mouth to tease him about it, you realize that it’s getting hard to breathe.

"Willy," you rasp out, and he immediately understands. He pulls out of you, making you whimper. He pushes himself up, but in no way is he losing that delicious physical contact with you. He guides you up by your arms with him, lying on his back and bringing you down on him, so now your heads are at the opposite end of the couch.

He is now tracing his fingers over your back before sliding his hand down to knead your ass. You purr in satisfaction, the weed helping helping you feel comfortable even on this small couch with cum still leaking out of you. For you, it’s really like a spa. Better, even.

"We’ll need to clean this couch," you mumble with your cheek pressed against his chest, the tip of your nose tickling his neck.

"You want to wash it just to get it filthy again?"

You hum, even though he’s right.

"I can’t wait to find our own home," you say absentmindedly, causing Willy to open his eyes.

"What?" he whispers, and you lift your head to meet his gaze.

"Our own place. You know, like an apartment," you explain, noticing the frown on his face. The crease between his eyebrows tells you that he did not expect you to bring this up at all.

Your cheeks get hot again, and suddenly, you feel exposed, lying naked on his body, not even a blanket covering you.

"Or not. No, this is fine. Sorry. You’ve probably never considered living with someone who still works part-time," you laugh nervously and your heart suddenly becomes a competitor in a race.

And Jesus, the weed isn’t helping either; it’s making your eyes water. Why couldn‘t you keep your fucking mouth shut for once. This is getting ridiculous and you’re embarrassed, so you sit up and reach for the discarded t-shirt he previously threw on the floor, still rambling.

"Forget I said anything. We can keep meeting up until you find someone… you know," at this point, you aren‘t even sure what he wants and you don’t want to say anything too out of hand.

"Honey…" he starts, but it sounds like it’s full of pity, so you stop him as your head emerges from the collar of the shirt you’re putting on. You also notice that he sat up too, his shorts back in their place around his hips-

"No, I’m stupid and high, don’t worry about it," you say while trying to make yourself look busy. Despite your efforts to appear as natural as you can in this situation, your mind remains clouded by the weed, leaving you fumbling with your already-tied shoes that you haven’t taken off the entire time.

His heart breaks because he has never seen you this uncomfortable and disappointed, not event the night you first shared a smoke. The weed is making him too slow to react the way he wants to react. He is also overwhelmed by numerous emotions and doesn’t know which one he should let out first.

He wants to kiss you all over for insinuating you want so much more than this. He wants to ask you, what the fuck?

It's no like he has ever considered the possibility of your relationship ending, but deep down, there was this certainty that you might grow apart once you go back to college.

He also wants to hug the fuck out of you, seeing how hard you’re trying to act normal, but you’re just senselessly fumbling with your shoestrings, and oh no, now you’ve started crying too.

You didn’t even realize the tears spilled from your eyes until a teardrop landed on your hand.

"Oh, my God," you say, frustration filling your voice as you sit up and press the heels of your palms into your eyes.

"Wait, sweetheart, don’t cry," Willy finally comes to his senses – as much as he can under the influence – and kneels on the floor in front of you, putting his hands on your knees and stroking your skin. When you don’t look at him, he gently grabs your wrists, trying to pull your hands away from your face, but you refuse, shaking your hand as you let out a sob.

"Come on, please. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. You‘re the one with a big brain, remember? I kinda came short on that one," he tries to joke.

"I don’t want to cry in front of you like this."

"Why not? You’re pretty even when you cry."

"Shut up."

"Sorry."

You hate when someone tries to make you feel better by complimenting you when it’s not what you need. But he honestly can’t help it, because you are always pretty.

"Let’s talk about it then, alright? As well as we can with our smoked-out minds, hm?"

You giggle at that because your minds really were foggy. So you move your hands, finally revealing your face. You look like a mess, but despite that, Willy still thinks you are beautiful.

"There she is," he smiles and his first instinct is to wipe away the stray tears from your cheeks with his thumbs.

"So let me start by saying that you’re not stupid, alright? You are the smartest person I know. Maybe after Einstein. And Hawking. And maybe Newton –"

 "You’re an asshole," you say with a smile on your face, lifting your leg and lightly shoving him with the sole of your shoe. But before you manage to put your foot down, he grips your ankle and holds your leg up.

"Seriously, look at what you did to your shoelaces."

Yeah, he has a point. Your shoelaces have like 20 knots on them, you don’t know how you managed that. Trying to contain your smile, you roll your eyes. He puts your foot down and grasps the edge of the couch, caging you in.

"Okay. So, don’t ever say you’re stupid. This is not stupid. Second, I love spending time with someone who works a part-time job, what are you talking about? My girlfriend works a part-time job, so if you have a problem with her or her job, you have a problem with me, alright?"

Such a cheesecake.

"And I can’t believe you want me to find someone normal. So I’m saying this in all seriousness, I’m in love with you. I want to spend a lifetime with you. And I will be more than happy to do that in our own shared home. Okay?"

You nod, but he’s not having it.

"No. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" you exclaim with wide eyes, partly annoyed that he’s pulling you out of that hole of self-pity, but the other part is happy that Willy is the type of guy who calls you out on your bullshit.

"Good!" he calls out with the same tone and pulls the same face as you, and this time, you can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face, causing Willy to smile too. The crinkles around his eyes tugging you in for a kiss, your hands cupping his scruffy cheeks.

After you pull away, it’s you who speaks first.

"I didn’t know you possessed so much knowledge about scientists."

"See, you make my brain bigger too, not just my dick."

You roll your eyes at him again.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

When you settled back into the couch, this time with your shirt-covered back against his bare chest, you exchange some gossip, smoke some more, laugh at silly jokes, smoke some more, talk about going on a camping trip, dance to the music coming from the radio and smoke some more.

You’re enjoying each other’s company, wrapped in the comfortable haze of the evening, until it’s interrupted by a loud banging on the door of the office, causing the both of you to nearly jump out of your skin.

"Police! Open the door, please."

You both sighed. You went to put the ashtray with the joint under the upside-down flowerpot that's shaped like a cat, meanwhile, Willy headed for the door.

As he opened it, there stood a police officer. He was about the same height as Willy, with short and a little darker hair, and a pair of thin glasses perched on his nose.

"Hi, I’m Officer Slater. Sorry for the disturbance, but we got a call about possible marijuana possession. And you know…" he said with a hint of sympathy, knowing you are fully aware this is just a formality.

He’s tired of these calls too.

"I just have to make sure, you’re not in possession of any drugs and we’re all good to go."

a/n2: so, this was supposed to be a threesome fic with willy and slater. i still want to write that fic, that's why he made an appearance, so i could write a part 2 to this, but it could also be read as a solo fic.

again, idk how many bill fans actually care about fics, but if you do and have an opinion on this, i'll be happy to hear it!!

and if you're still reading and want to send in some requests for bill hader characters, go for it! i will try to get into some... no rules, no triggers, i'll either write it or not.

thank you for reading!!!! sending lots of love <333

[therecordchanger62279]

THE BEST WRITTEN SONGS OF ALL-TIME

     Because I have zero innate musical ability, the idea that someone can sit down with a musical instrument, and create an original song out of thin air is magic to me. Songwriting is a craft, but it’s inspiration that makes a good song into a great one. There are songwriters who seem able to turn out high quality songs in perpetuity. There are others who write maybe one or two great songs, and are never heard from again. So, I made a list of what I think are the 50 best written songs I’ve ever heard. These are in no particular order. I’ve listed the title followed by the songwriter or songwriters, and in parentheses is the performer I most enjoy hearing do the song – although most of these songs have been recorded countless times by a variety of artists. You can probably find all of these on YouTube or any of the streaming services. Most have lyrics, but some do not. But, it’s hard for me to imagine any of these songs being recorded by anyone with talent, and not retaining the brilliance with which the song was written.

Claire de Lune by Claude Debussy (Eugene Ormandy & The Philadelphia Orchestra)

Rhapsody in Blue by George Gershwin (Zubin Mehta & The New York Philharmonic, Gary Graffman, piano)

A Change Is Gonna Come by Sam Cooke (Sam Cooke)

Coal Miner’s Daughter by Loretta Lynn (Loretta Lynn)

Hello Walls by Willie Nelson (Faron Young)

I Left My Heart In San Francisco by George Cory and Douglass Cross (Tony Bennett)

God Bless The Child by Arthur Herzog, Jr. and Billie Holiday (Billie Holiday)

Eleanor Rigby by Paul McCartney and John Lennon (The Beatles)

Blind Willie McTell by Bob Dylan (Bob Dylan)

A Remark You Made by Wayne Shorter (Weather Report)

She’s Always a Woman by Billy Joel (Billy Joel)

Roll Me Away by Bob Seger (Bob Seger)

Margie’s At the Lincoln Park Inn by Tom T. Hall (Bobby Bare)

Angel From Montgomery by John Prine (Bonnie Raitt and John Prine)

Rainy Night in Georgia by Tony Joe White (Brook Benton)

You Never Can Tell by Chuck Berry (Chuck Berry)

Where or When by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart (Dion and The Belmonts)

American Pie by Don McLean (Don McLean)

It Was a Very Good Year by Ervin Drake (Frank Sinatra)

Gentle On My Mind by John Hartford (Glen Campbell)

Early Morning Rain by Gordon Lightfoot (Gordon Lightfoot)

Book of Rules by Harry Johnson and Barry Llewellyn (The Heptones)

Highwayman by Jimmy Webb (The Highwaymen)

American Music by Ian Hunter (Ian Hunter & Mick Ronson)

That’s Entertainment by Paul Weller (The Jam)

Song of Bernadette by Leonard Cohen (Jennifer Warnes)

Jazzman by Carole King and David Palmer (Carole King)

Talking Back to The Night by Steve Winwood and Will Jennings (Steve Winwood)

My Favorite Things by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II (John Coltrane)

Don’t It Make You Want to Go Home by Joe South (Joe South)

Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down by Kris Kristofferson (Kris Kristofferson)

Heart Like a Wheel by Anna McGarrigle (Linda Ronstadt)

I Am a Town by Mary-Chapin Carpenter (Mary-Chapin Carpenter)

Footprints by Wayne Shorter (Miles Davis Quintet)

Pleasant Valley Sunday by Gerry Goffin and Carole King (The Monkees)

This Old Town by Jon Vezner and Janis Ian (Nanci Griffith)

Brooklyn Roads by Neil Diamond (Neil Diamond)

Thrasher by Neil Young (Neil Young & Crazy Horse)

Box of Rain by Robert Hunter and Phil Lesh (Grateful Dead)

Is That All There Is? By Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller (Peggy Lee)

Louisiana 1927 by Randy Newman (Randy Newman)

King of the Road by Roger Miller (Roger Miller)

America by Paul Simon (Simon & Garfunkel)

The Sound of Silence by Paul Simon (Simon & Garfunkel)

Children’s Crusade by Sting (Sting)

My Girl by Smokey Robinson and Ronald White (The Temptations)

Green, Green Grass of Home by Claude “Curly” Putnam, Jr. (Tom Jones)

Downtown Train by Tom Waits (Tom Waits)

The Whole of The Moon by Mike Scott (The Waterboys)

My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys by Sharon Vaughn (Willie Nelson)

[spacefinch]

Assigning a song to EVERY Magic School Bus episode

Gets Lost in Space-- "Space Oddity" by David Bowie

For Lunch-- "The Bloodmobile" by They Might Be Giants

Inside Ralphie-- "Girl at the Window" by Coast Office (my dad's band!)

Gets Eaten-- "Axolotl" by Cosmo Sheldrake

Hops Home-- "We're Going to Be Friends" by the White Stripes

Meets the Rot Squad-- "Everybody Wants To Rule The World" by Tears for Fears

All Dried Up-- "Solar Waltz" by Cosmo Sheldrake

In the Haunted House-- "The Edison Museum" by They Might Be Giants

Gets Ready, Set, Dough-- "American Pie" by Don McLean

Plays Ball-- "All Star" by Smash Mouth

Goes to Seed-- "Tree Among Shrubs" by Men I Trust

Gets Ants in its Pants-- "Tardigrade Song" by Cosmo Sheldrake

Kicks Ups a Storm-- "Mr. Blue Sky" by Electric Light Orchestra

Blows Its Top-- "Island in the Sun" by Weezer

Flexes Its Muscles-- "Bones" by Imagine Dragons

The Busasaurus-- "I Am a Paleontologist" by They Might Be Giants

Going Batty-- "This is Halloween" by Danny Elfman

Butterfly and the Bog Beast-- "Solar" by Cosmo Sheldrake

Wet All Over "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head" by B.J. Thomas

In a Pickle-- "The Room Where It Happens" from Hamilton

Revving Up-- "Chemical Worker's Song" by Great Big Sea

Taking Flight-- "Never Let Me Down Again" by Depeche Mode

Getting Energized-- "Erie Canal" (Traditional folk song)

Out of This World-- "Love Don't Roam" by Neil Hannon

Cold Feet-- "Muted Land" by Faith and The Muse

Ups and Downs-- "All That Glitters" by Earl

In a Beehive-- "Buildings In Flower" by The Innocence Mission

In the Arctic-- "California Dreamin'" by The Mamas and the Papas

Spins a Web-- "Metropolis of Eden" by Sparkbird

Under Construction-- "We Built This City" by Starship

Gets a Bright Idea-- "Kill the Lights" by Set it Off

Shows and Tells-- "Time in a Bottle" by Jim Croce

Makes a Rainbow-- "Sunny" by Marvin Gaye

Goes Upstream-- "500 Miles" by The Proclaimers

Works Out-- "Good to Go" by LONIS and Daphne Willis

Gets Planted-- "The Moss" by Cosmo Sheldrake

In the Rainforest-- "Shadow of the Pines" by The Innocence Mission

Rocks and Rolls-- "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" by Marvin Gaye

Holiday Special-- "I Search For Tomorrow" by Leonard Nimoy

Meets Molly Cule-- "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)" by ABBA

Cracks a Yolk-- "Daily" by The Innocence Mission

Goes to Mussel Beach-- "Pelicans We" by Cosmo Sheldrake

Goes on Air-- "Toxic" by Britney Spears

Gets Swamped-- "Spock Thoughts" by Leonard Nimoy

Goes Cellular-- "Cells" by They Might Be Giants

Sees Stars-- "Space Song" by Beach House

Gains Weight-- "Planet Earth" by Duran Duran

Makes a Stink

Gets Charged-- "Make a Circuit With Me" by the Polecats

Gets Programmed-- "Rule #4: Fish in a Birdcage" by Fish in a Birdcage

In the City-- "November" by Sparkbird

Takes a Dive-- "Taroko" by August Greenwood

This list took me almost 2 consecutive hours to write, so please feel free to send me asks so I can talk about why I chose the songs I did.

[haderberkman]

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[chompachompa]

Vinny Vedeci has the BIGGEST dick energy.

I'm sorry, I don't make the rules.

[stenbrozier]

What I Write For:

IT (young + old Losers) *Beverly upon request*

Poly Losers’ Club + Different Losers’ Ships

Defending Jacob (Jacob Barber + Andy Barber)

Stranger Things (Steve Harrington, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Billy Hargrove + Jonathan Byers)

Any of Bill Hader’s characters (NOT Bill himself)

IAMNOWT (Stanley Barber + Sydney Novak)

Marvel (Starlord, AntMan, Captain America + Bucky Barnes) *others upon request*

The Lodge (Aiden Hall) *only upon request*

{More will be added as I fall in love with more TV shows and movie characters ❤️}

MASTERLIST IS IN THE WORKS

[yourfavisabaudelaireguardian]

Every Baudelaire Guardian (So Far)

This list is a long overdue way for y’all to see past guardians before requesting and a way for me to keep track of who I’ve already made a guardian, so let’s get this train rollin’!

(All Guardians names from first to most recent under the cut, will be updated as more characters are requested)

Kirby

Frankie Stein

Phoenix Wright

Harry Greenwood

Hiccup and Astrid Haddock

Reginald Hargreeves

Toriel

The Sorting Hat

Jack Skellington

@/virtualfindingsdocumented

Noodle

BMO

Reigen Arataka

Taako Taaco

John Mulaney

Dr. Doofenshmirtz

Chidi Anagonye

The Kratt Brothers

Ronald McDonald

CoryXKenshin

Freddy Mercury

Darth Vader

Jefferson Davis

Marie Kondo

Jonathan Van Ness

Maes Hughes

Harold Hill

Dutch van der Linde

Isabelle

@/milesgonzalomorales

You

Carol Danvers

Molly Weasley

Grunkle Stan

Magnus Bane

Scott Howl

William Shakespeare

George Salazar

@/unfortunate-stranger-losers

Luke Skywalker

Belle

Yoshi

@/barb-baudelaire

Me

Luigi

Soldier 76

Emily the Corpse Bride

Neil Cicierega and Ming Doyle

Optimus Prime

Papyrus

Robert E.O. Speedwagon

Julian Devorak

Rex Dangervest

Meta Knight

Moominmamma and Moominpappa

Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert

A knife

David

A bigger knife

Xemnas

Tony Stark

@/badasouefanficideas

MatPat, Safiya Nygaard and Rosanna Pansino

Lin-Manuel Miranda

Miss Honey

MatPat but with StephPat this time

Thomas Sanders

Magnus and Julia Burnsides

Ruff Ruffman

Willy Wonka

An even bigger knife

Amy Rose

Video Game Sonic the Hedgehog

Scott Lang

A Googly Eyed Slinky

@/snicketstrange

@/sqenthusiast , formerly @/larry-your-gayter

A Dog

@/teeny-beany, formerly @/afarmforthree

The Crystal Gems

@/arisabunni, formerly @/hongmoondescendant

The Biggest Knife Ever in Bowie, Texas

Malina Weissman, Louis Hynes and Presley Smith

Violet, Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Linda and Laurence Flynn-Fletcher

Alice Liddell

Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz

Lancer

Demi Lovato

Princess Peach

Marianne

Dad Egbert

Bayonetta

Phil Coulson

The Phantom of The Opera / Erik Destler

Original Design of Live Action Sonic

Thumb-thumbs

@/bi-baudelaires

Shrek

Greg Universe

@/cloverlady

Brian David Gilbert

Robert Manion

Yondu Udonta

Seven

Mary Poppins

Monika

Cherry

The VFDiscord

Ke$ha

Jay Gatsby

Kermit the Frog

Brandon Rogers

@/someones-mayhem

S. Theodora Markson

Chris McLean

Pepper Potts

James

Linebeck

Lucretia

@/olivia-caliban

@/oliviacalibans, formerly @/olivia-calibansnicket

Iris, Talia and Auriana

Final Pam

Miss Frizzle

Crowley and Aziraphale

La Muerte

Leo Valdez

Princess Tiana

Cats (2019)

Bubblegum and Marceline

Gary Goodspeed

Otto Wood

Ouran High School Host Club

Mothman

Tulio, Miguel, and Chel

Quentin Coldwater

Phoenix Wright and Maya Fey

Garfield

Fix-It Felix and Sergeant Tamora Calhoun

Barbara and Adam Maitland

Kit Snicket

Dan and Phil

Cole

Bill Nye

The Untitled Goose

Scooby Doo

@/vacuum-fluorescent-display

@/violetsnickets

@/broke-on-books

Eleanor Shellstrop

@/m-orgueous

@/aseriesofhyperfixation

@/vfdbaudelairefile13

Rosalina

Brennan Lee Mulligan

Spyro

Batman

Final Design of Live Action Sonic

Dio Brando

The Bad Kids

Erika and Princess Annelise

Hat Kid

Princess Diana

Marshall Mallow

Milo

Giovanni Potage

Hermes

Oliver and Lisa Douglas

Grogu

Din Djarin

Percy King

Miss Acacia

Wrench

Nico Di Angelo

Aizawa

Kobe Bryant

George Memeulous

@/thesciencebros

Ozma of Oz

@/beth-the-robot-enthusiast

Gerard and Lindsey Way

Merle Highchurch

Jerma985

Commander Up

Oliver and Felicity Queen

Steve and Alex

Dale Cooper

Miss Alma Le Fay Peregrine

Queen Barb of the Rock Trolls

Shadow the Hedgehog

Dave Strider and Karkat Vantas

Jonathan Joestar

Spinel

Mayor Damien

Fairy Mary

Gomez and Morticia Addams

Unus

Eijiro Kirishima

Blue the Dog

@/lostf3ralchild

The Parr Family/ The Incredibles

Five Hargreeves

The Imagination Movers

Coraline Jones

Charles and Jerome Squalor

Clarisse La Rue

The Fellowship of the Ring

Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck

Alucard Tepes, Trevor Belmont and Sypha Belnades

Minnie Le Guin

Barry Bluejeans and Lup Taako

Cyrus and Evelyn Laurie

Red Guy and Duck

Felix Unger and Oscar Madison 

Mr. Nicholas Benedict

L

Asgore

Satine

Ted Spankoffski

Toko Fukawa and Komaru Naegi

Samuel Vimes

Ph1lza

Rick O'Connell and Evie Carnahan

Leon Kennedy

Team Dark

Sasha Nein

Sam and Max

Drawfee Cast

Bruno Madrigal

The Amazing Karnak

[season-of-the-squirrels]

Three songs: 13, 18, 21 :)

13. 3 songs i want at my funeral:

Mary by Big Thief

American Pie by Don McLean

Northern Downpour by Panic at the Disco (and ryan ross better get his ass there to sing it himself)

18. 3 songs that remind you of your best friend (hm gee i wonder who that could be🤔)

Prologue from Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812

No Me Diga from In The Heights

Hotel California by The Eagles (because duh)

21. Three songs of your childhood

Remember December by Demi Lovato

Pure Imagination from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

We’re Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister

[dillydedalus]

january reading

why was this january at least 3 months long

unequal affections, lara s. ormiston (audio) this is jane austen fanfiction about an alternate version of the story where lizzy does accept darcy’s first proposal - their ensuing engagement, which (because lizzy doesn’t go off about how she feels about darc in this one) is full of unspoken conflicts and tensions & hella awks. the initial premise needed some suspension of disbelief but once i got over that i found it super enjoyable, pretty believable in terms of character interactions and interiority (darcy is a dick), funny & sweet. i don’t think i will necessarily start getting into JAFF now (tho goodreads rly thinks i should), but this was just. nice. wholesome. also now i want to reread p&p..... 3/5

lincoln in the bardo, george saunders (uni) ya know what i really liked this. this is about abraham lincoln mourning his young son willie during the civil war, not exactly a topic i’m particularly (at all) interested in, but the execution is so cool - it’s told partly thru fragments from historical records, books, letters (both real and imagined) and partly thru the voices of the many ghosts stuck in a kind of limbo in the graveyard, who are trying to get willie to move on, while they themselves desperately try to stay in limbo, bitter about what went wrong in their lives and in denial about their state. & it’s done really well, the polyphony and contradiction of the historical record (one chapter has a bunch of quotes about how ugly lincoln was & then the last is like ‘idk i thought he was kinda handsome’), and the ghosts are so sad & bitter & desperate & hopeful. 4/5

the steppe & other stories, anton chekhov (tr. from russian) bunch of short stories from 1880-1890s russia. to be honest, i found most of them pretty boring, although ‘the duel’ is pretty good, an interesting look at how sticking too closely to your worldview/ideology/morality will probably either make you a useless disaster person or a eugenicist douchebag. some of the other stories were okay as well, but overall: 2/5, i’mma stick with his plays

perfectly preventable deaths, deirdre sullivan  teenage ocd witch book! this is a pretty good YA witchy horror book about twins who move into their new stepdad’s castle (yeah he has a castle) in a weird irish village where girls have been going missing for decades. creepy magical-ish things start happening (of course) & our narrator isn’t sure whether her sister’s new age-inappropriate boyfriend is just creepy, or creepy. i love the concept of ocd witchery & the atmosphere is really good as well, but the pacing is off, with slow build-up & a climax that happens way too quickly. also like can someone please say the word ocd it’s not gonna kill ya. 3/5

the priory of the orange tree, samantha shannon gonna be controversial here & say... yeah this should have been a duology. give the world some room to breathe, give the characters some room to breathe (give me another book w/ a cover this spectacular). anyway, this is a bigass book about eastern vs western dragon lore, a holy queendom (go sabran of inys!!), dragonriders, lesbian sword mages, how religion & historiography marginalises women, and magical trees. & like, okay, i wrote a lil thing right after finishing it about how i had some quibbles with it but enjoyed it overall but you know what? the more i think about it/let it sit the more complaints i have and the more annoyed/disappointed i get. 1) i liked all the characters fine, but none of them feel like they have any depth - i feel like i could sum all of the main characters up in like 3-4 words, and while i was rooting for ead/sabran, even this, the most central relationship of the book felt... surface-level. like, there were some big emotional moments but generally all i felt was like ‘good for her’ or ‘that sucks i guess’, 2) this world & its mythology is very much inspired by eastern vs western dragonlore so i understand the need to ground the fantasy world with real-world parallels but the extent to which some of the countries are literally just fantasy versions of real countries was... frustrating? irritating?? this is especially grating as, while inys is very clearly fantasy!britain, there is a lot of cool world-building (religion, aristocracy, history/myth) to make it more than that, while fantasy!japan and fantasy!china are literally just ... ‘what if japan but with dragons’. i did like fantasy!netherlands because at least you don’t see that a lot. 3) so much of the plot is just people travelling to different locations to get and transport different items but most of the travelling is cut short by some magical animal/being turning up and just transporting them in a cutscene.. 4) considering that this is all about dragonlore the dragons sure aren’t as important in the end as the three macguffins of power. 5) i loved so much about kalyba but not where it led, that said i want a kalyba-hawthorn-nurtha backstory.   okay that’s it for now but like. idk. this had a lot of potential but the execution was just severely flawed. 2/5 

trust exercise, susan choi this was super hyped, especially for a game-changing twist of some kind, but has a rather low rating on goodreads (3.18!) so y’all know i was intrigued. i’m not going to give away the twist because it is genuinely really cool if not really all that original, but this is a really clever & cool book about theatre kids, teenage dramatics, constructing your own narrative and what that excludes, elides, changes, and most of all consent & abuse (some very triggering depictions of sex/sexual abuse here). i really liked this, and am considering buying a copy so i can reread it. 4/5

soldiers of salamis, javier cercas (tr. from spanish by anne mclean) very meta novel about a writer called javier cercas writing a book (tentatively called soldiers of salamis) about a (real) falangist poet who escaped a mass execution & survived in the forest for a while with a group of republican deserters. ‘cercas’ researches, speculates, despairs, talks to roberto bolano (who compliments his previous books lol), and finally tracks down the man who he believes/imagines/hopes to be the soldier who let said fascist poet go, leading him to consider who really should be remembered & written about. made me think about that one poem about reading ezra pount that ends w/ a veteran saying ‘if i knew a fascist was a great poet, i’d shoot him anyway.’ interesting book altho i far prefer his book anatomy of a moment, one of the weirdest & most fascinating nonfic books i’ve read. 3/5

the stopping places, damian le bas (audio) damian le bas comes from a settled british romani family and, feeling somewhat unsure about his place in & connection to the community, he decided to go on a roadtrip through britain (+france) in a van to seek out the atchin tans or stopping places, starting with the ones his great-grandmother remembers from her childhood before the family became settled. he combines the travelogue with insights into romani culture(s) (mainly british) and history, as well as his own family history. it’s really interesting & engaging (the history&culture more so than the travelogue) and le bas narrates the audiobook himself & sounds like a cool dude. 3.5/5

confessions of a bookseller, shaun bythell  bythell records a year of working as a second-hand bookseller, with an entry for every day. he talks about the impact of amazon, rude & weird customers (but also nice customers), his weird staff, and some of the books he’s reading. the look into bookselling in the age of amazon is pretty interesting but much of this is banal & repetitive, & if it wasn’t the perfect thing to read in little bits while at work i probably would have dnf’d it. 2/5

giacomo joyce, james..... joyce  super short story by my man jamesy joyce that never made it out of manuscript (literal). not much to say about this - it’s interesting to see jj play around with themes while still working on portrait & thinking bout ulysses & the prose is nice, but the whole english tutor feels attracted to his student is a bit... eh. 3/5

[epacer]

Class Notes

George Alan Fogelman, Class of 1963

Music fans, fellow Jews lay George Fogelman to rest

Fellow Jews and fellow musicians joined forces on Wednesday, Nov. 27, to pay last tribute to George Alan Fogelman, 72, who died of cancer on Nov. 22 while under hospice care, leaving his wife Gail, two children, three grandchildren, nieces and nephews and many friends.

Rabbis Joshua Dorsch and Leonard Rosenthal of Tifereth Israel Synagogue presided over the burial service at El Camino Cemetery, where mourners were greeted by recorded strains of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” and “Wonderful World.”  Rabbi Rosenthal opened the service by quoting from Don McLean’s “American Pie”:  “A long long time ago/ I can still remember how/ That music used to make me smile/ And I knew if I had the chance/ That I could make those people dance/ And maybe they’d be happy for a while….”

Explained Rosenthal: “There are few people I know whose very lives and essence are so deeply bound with music.  George lived and breathed music, whether he was performing, composing, creating, or simply walking around his house humming.  George loved to entertain, and he considered bringing smiles and joy to his audience his greatest achievement.”

In 2006, a San Diego Jewish World/ jewishsightseeing.com story about Fogelman reported:

   As a high school student, Fogelman played saxophone and accordion for “The Twilighters,” a band inspired by one of the Platters’ best-known hits, “Twilight Time.” The Twilighters performed at service clubs, graduation parties and bar/ bat mitzvah receptions.  While a student at San Diego State University, Fogelman performed in a Sergio Mendez-inspired band called “Sounds of ’68.”  Another band that played for San Diego’s well-known stage hypnotist, Dr. Michael Dean, “was getting ready to retire, and we auditioned and got the job… It was 5-6 nights a week, first at the Catamaran Hotel, and then at the Gaslight Room on Rosecrans Street.  So I was his musical director.”

   During that period, Fogelman also opened a recording studio, which produced approximately 250 jingles for radio and television commercials, “probably none that you would know,” although some for KMart and DHL Express made it to regional broadcast.

   On the Michael Dean show, Fogelman had the opportunity to work with guest artists, among them Cheech and Chong, who were just starting, and singer Roberta Lynn. Additionally, “at one point we got hooked up with KPRI, a rock station, and they had a Friday studio concert and they would come in and record.  We had Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show, and Al Kooper came in.”

   Fogelman wanted to move from control booth to microphone, so he formed a new band, “Peace on Earth” with  Jeff Dalrymple,  percussion; Doug Kvandal, keyboard, and  Dave Maynard, vocalist, hoping their musical careers would take off. “We were trying to be a band without a guitar but alas and alack we had to have a guitarist.”  Maynard became one, and later, they added guitarist Rafe Lindenberg, “who was very good.”  At one point, the band felt certain it was headed for a recording contract and national exposure, but “it didn’t work out.”

   Disappointed, Fogelman returned to San Diego and earned a  teaching credential so he could substitute teach during the inevitable down times in the music business. One day while running errands with his mother, he stopped by a Home Federal Savings & Loan branch to open a Keogh account.  Normally Gail Schindler, who handled his account that day, worked at a different bank branch, so perhaps their meeting was beshert.  They were married in 1976, and for Fogelman, it was instant fatherhood—daughter Juliana was a child of Gail’s previous marriage. Within a few years, a second daughter, Arianna, arrived. The preschool that Ari attended at the old Jewish Community Center on 54th Street changed the direction of Fogelman’s career.

   A product of  both Tifereth Israel Synagogue and Temple Emanu-El, respectively under Rabbi Monroe Levens and Rabbi Morton Cohn, Fogelman enjoyed Jewish music. With singer Myrna Cohen, he  produced a 33 1/3 RPM album, “Special Days For Children” to raise money for the JCC pre-school.  Later, he and Cohen, who is today the cantorial soloist at Temple Emanu-El, collaborated on such other tapes (and later CDs) as “Lullabies and Quiet Time,” and “Swinging Chai.”

After he married Gail, they and their children Juli and Ari used to sing on recordings made by Fogelman’s company Jewish Family Recordings.  “Around the same time Randee Friedman formed Soundswrite Productions, which ended up distributing Fogelman’s work,” Rosenthal related.  “In turn, George did a lot of music recording and production for Randee, including Debbie Friedman’s early albums.  Randee told George that he was an absolute gem to work with and real mensch in business dealings.”

Fogelman later in life performed with his friends at the Amigo Spot at Hotel Circle in San Diego. “He was in his element singing and playing saxophone and wind board,” said Rosenthal.  “I saw him there several times and I could see that he loved what he was doing and was loved by the patrons, many of whom were regulars.”

A perpetual optimist, Fogelman was a “glass half full” type of fellow, whose spirit was typified by one of his favorite songs “Pure Imagination” from Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.  The lyrics say, in part:  “If you want to view paradise/ Simply look around and view it. Anything you want to, do it./ Wanta change the world?/ there’s nothing/ to it/ There is no/ Life I know/ To compare with/ Pure imagination/ Living there/ You’ll be free/ If you truly wish to be./”

Fogelman regularly performed at Tifereth Israel Synagogue in the Shir Hadash band, which on the third Friday evening of every month leads an upbeat version of the Kabbalat Shabbat service.  Besides Fogelman’s saxophone, the ban included two vocalists, and other musicians on piano, guitar, bass guitar, and clarinet.

For many years Fogelman had battled prostate cancer with such medical treatments as chemo-therapy, radiation, and any other therapies available.  Ever an optimist, he even believed while in hospice that he would beat the cancer.

“The tag line in ‘American Pie’ is ‘the day the music died,’” Rabbi Rosenthal noted.  “Although George is no longer with us, the music he created is, both in the books and recordings he produced, and in our hears and our memories.  George would not have wanted the music to end with him.  He would have wanted us to continue living, laughing and singing.”

George's headstone is now in place at El Camino Mortuary

Following the graveside service, Fogelman’s friends and fans reconvened at the Amigo Spot. *Reposted article from San Diego Jewish World by Donald H. Harrison of November 30, 2017.

[rondasarts4]

A few of my Resource book collections I have read lately.

The Oxford Companion to Aboriginal Art and Culture (Oxford Companions) 1st Edition

This unique publication provides a wide-ranging reference to indigenous Australian art, covering documented archaeological traditions, art styles of the early contact period and the nineteenth century, and the development of the contemporary Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander art practices.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/product/0195506499?tag=sacreddestin-20

Two Steps Forward, Three Steps Back : A Wiradjuri Land Rights Journey By Gaynor MacDonald

letters to the Wiradjuri Regional Aboriginal Land Council on its 20th anniversary, 1983-2003

Tradition Today : Indigenous Art in Australia from the Collection of the Art Gallery of New South Wales2014 Revised Edition

written by Hetti Perkins, Cara Pinchbeck

Art Gallery of NSW | ISBN 9781741740875

Paperback

With a foreword by Michael Brand and an introduction by Hetti Perkins, the expanded and revised edition of this popular book includes nine new artists - Tony Albert, Jakayu Biljabu, Mirdidingkingathi Juwarnda Sally Gabori, Julie Gough, Ivy Pareroultja, Esme Timbery, Wingu Tingima, Harry Tjutjuna and Barrupu Yunupingu - and new works by Richard Bell, Destiny Deacon, Makinti Napanangka and Uta Uta Tjangala.

Using the rich collection of the Art Gallery of New South Wales, this book provides an important introduction to Indigenous art in Australia through the work of 86 artists across the continent, from remote areas to urban centres.

Contributors: George Alexander, Natasha Brook, Deborah Edwards, Hannah Fink, Vivien Johnson, Jonathan Jones, John Kean, Eric Kjellgren, Steven Miller, Howard Morphy, Hetti Perkins, Cara Pinchbeck, Luke Taylor, Wayne Tunnicliffe, Ken Watson

Artists:

Ian Abdulla, Tony Albert, Paddy Bedford, Richard Bell, Billy Benn, Jakayu Biljabu, Binyinyuwuy, Dawidi Birritjama, Mervyn Bishop, John Bulunbulun, Kevin Bunduck, Nym Bunduck, Robert Campbell Jnr, Clifford Possum Tjapaltjarri, Robert Ambrose Cole, Brenda L. Croft, Destiny Deacon, Dr David Malangi, Dr Pantjiti Mary McLean, Emily Kam Ngwarray, Kevin Gilbert, Julie Gough, Willie Gudabi, Philip Gudthaykudthay, Mithinari Gurruwiwi, Johnny Warangkula Tjupurrula, Roy Kennedy, Yvonne Koolmatrie, Anchor Kulunba, Long Tom Tjapanangka, Samuel Manggudja, Banduk Marika, Mawalan Marika, Wandjuk Marika, John Mawurndjul, Galuma Maymuru, Narritjin Maymuru, Ricky Maynard, Queenie McKenzie, Mirdidingkingathi Juwarrnda Sally Gabori, Tracey Moffatt, Sally Morgan, Wonggu Mununggurr, Mäw Mununggurr, Albert Namatjira, Eubena Nampitjin, Inyuwa Nampitjinpa, Makinti Napanangka, Mitjili Napurrula, Ningura Napurrula, Dula Ngurruwutthun, Jimmy Njiminjuma, Nyirlpirr Spider Snell, Lin Onus, Ivy Pareroultja, Otto Pareroultja, Rusty Peters, Gloria Tamerre Petyarre, Prince of Wales, Kutuwulumi Purawarrumpatu, Michael Riley, Elaine Russell, Shorty Lungkata Tjungurrayi, Ken Thaiday, Thanakupi, Rover Thomas, Esme Timbery, Wingu Tingima, Ronnie Tjampitjinpa, Uta Uta Tjangala, Mick Namarari Tjapaltjarri, Tim Leura Tjapaltjarri, Tjumpo Tjapanangka, Timmy Payungka Tjapangati, Harry Tjutjuna, Turkey Tolson Tjupurrula, Judy Watson, HJ Wedge, Pedro Wonaeamirri, Jabarrgwa Wurrabadalumba, Owen Yalandja, Lena Yarinkura, Barrupu Yunupingu, Munggurrawuy Yunupingu, r e a

https://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/shop/item/9781741740875/

Weaving: A Handbook of the Fiber Arts

by Shirley E Held

This book was an old but a goody, with some wonderful ideas on fibre art and weaving that assisted me in my projects.

The artistic and practical aspects of creating fabric are considered in discussions on weaving on the loom and by hand, spinning and coloring yarn, and designing material

"synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.

https://www.abebooks.com/9780030226915/Weaving-Handbook-Fiber-Arts-Held-0030226910/plp

Australia’s emblems and Icons- flags

By Jack and Jenifer Barwick 

This book gave me information on the Official Australian Aboriginal flag

Vitamin 3D New Perspective Sculpture and installations- Phaidon

http://www.artnet.com/magazineus/books/croak/vitamin-3D12-10-09.asp

Sculpture Today-Judith Colllins

http://www.booktopia.com.au/sculpture-today-judith-collins/prod9780714857633.html?utm_source=bing&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=Shopping%20Campaign(2)&utm_term=1101100031315&utm_content=All%20Products

Materiality- Whitechapel: Documents of Contemporary Art – Petra Lange-

Berndt (short essay crop version publication)

http://www.booktopia.com.au/materiality-petra-lange-berndt/prod9780262528092.html

How to write about Contemporary Art – Gilder Williams (chapter 3 fear of good writing)

http://www.booktopia.com.au/how-to-write-about-contemporary-art-gilda-williams/prod9780500291573.html

Artificial Hells - Participatory Art and the Politics of Spectatorship- Claire Bishop

http://www.booktopia.com.au/artificial-hells-claire-bishop/prod9781844676903.html

Installation Art – Claire Bishop

https://books.google.com.au/books/about/Installation_Art.html?id=o7FPAAAAMAAJ&redir_esc=y

The Art of Participation – Rudolf Frieling

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6262687-the-art-of-participation

Public Art (Now)- Clair Doherty

https://www.dymocks.com.au/book/public-art-now-by-claire-doherty-9781908970176/#.WQad9bGr3-Y

Public Art Theory Practice and Populism – Cher Krause Knight

https://books.google.com.au/books/about/Public_Art.html?id=qkxClDeTCbQC&redir_esc=y

Critical Issues in Public Art - Harriet F. Senie and Sally Webster, Editors

http://www.harrietfsenie.com/critical-issues-in-public-art/

Contemporary Sculpture. Projects in Münster, 1997 (Germany) - Klaus Bussan; Kasper Koing; Florian Matzner.

http://www.worldcat.org/title/contemporary-sculpture-projects-in-munster-1997/oclc/37392437

This book historically looks at early battles between the Colonial Rule of Australia,the aboriginal tribes and white settlers/convicts. The first chapter Army of Occupation obviously looks at the question of the 1st fleet landing and settlement antagonising the local aborigines. Twin Battles of Sydney Battle of Vinegar Hill Battle of Bathurst Battle of Pinjarra Battle of Eureka stockade Battle of Battle Mountain

https://booksonwaraustralia.com/aboriginal-conflicts/1624-history-six-australian-early-battlefields-aboriginal-convict-conflict-9780207155956.html

An alternative view of Australian history. Through accounts of four clashes, this book demonstrates the realities of life on the Australian frontier and through a retelling of the stories of Vinegar Hill and Eureka reminds the reader of the central place of resistance in Australia's past. 

Blood on the Wattle draws together most of the information about the massacres of Aboriginal people which has been recorded in books and journals. Blood on the Wattle draws together, in a single volume, most of the information about the massacres of Aboriginal people which has been recorded in books and journals. It also creates a broad-based level of awareness of the scale of the massacres of Aboriginal people so that this dimension of Australian history can become part of the Australian consciousness. About the Author Bruce Elder is an award-winning journalist and writer who has been involved in the writing of more than 50 books, including the Macquarie Dictionary and The A - Z of Who is Who in Australia's History. He is a journalist with the Sydney Morning Herald specialising in travel and popular culture.

https://www.booktopia.com.au/blood-on-the-wattle-bruce-elder/prod9781741100082.html

"Judy Watson is one of Australia's leading contemporary artists. Her art explores territory that includes the dispossessed Indigenous Australians with whom she shares a family history and heritage. Judy Watson's art is intense and sublime in its physicality." "Blood language is a beautifully illustrated pictorial exploration of some of Judy Watson's seminal canvases, works on paper, sculptural projects and artist's books. Judy Watson imparts the artist's ideas and writer Louise Martin-Chew gives another insight into the artist's practice."--Jacket. 

http://www.worldcat.org/title/judy-watson-blood-language/oclc/436950274

Large, bold and colourful, Indigenous Australian art has impressed itself on the contemporary imagination. But it is controversial, dividing the stakeholders from those who smell a scam. Whether the artists are victims or victors, there is no denying their impact in the media and on the art world and collectors worldwide. How did it become the most successful Indigenous art in the world? How did its artists escape the ethnographic and souvenir markets to become players in an art world from which they had been barred? Superbly illustrated, and rich in detail and critical analysis, this book provides the first full historical account of Indigenous Australian art and shows that there is much more to the art than large colourful canvasses. About the Author Ian McLean is Senior Research Professor of Contemporary Art at the University of Wollongong and an Adjunct Professor at the University of Western Australia. His previous books include Double Desire: Transculturation and Indigenous Art (2014), How Aborigines Invented the Idea of Contemporary Art (2011) and White Aborigines: Identity Politics in Australian Art (2009).

https://www.booktopia.com.au/rattling-spears-ian-mclean/prod9781780235905.html

Floating Life: Contemporary Aboriginal Fibre Art

Contributing authors include Diane Moon, Diana Wood Conroy, Anna Haebich, John Kean, Julie Ewington, Bruce McLean, Lynne Seear 160 pages paperback colour illustrations

'Floating Life' highlights the importance of fibre within Aboriginal culture, and the Gallery's unique collection of more than 300 fibre objects. Included are commissioned pieces by key artists as well as acquisitions from established and emerging talents. There are woven fibre pieces, three-dimensional works with connections to the objects, and paintings illustrating processes and stitches used.

Banumbirr (the Morning Star), water, and the notion of movement through time and place are major themes. Water defines pathways and points of connection in Aboriginal life and marks important creation sites associated with specific woven objects. Spirit figures, ceremonial poles, dance objects, body adornment and useful nets and traps — ranging from small and delicate to large-scale — reflect variations on tradition, whereas exciting contemporary explorations are embodied in the found materials used by Lorraine Connelly-Northey. An in-depth view of the work of artists such as Jonathan Jones, Gulumbu Yunupingu, Shirley MacNamara, Yvonne Koolmatrie, Lena Yarinkura and Alan Griffiths recognises their role in forging important new directions.

https://www.qagoma.qld.gov.au/whats-on/exhibitions/past-exhibitions/floating-life

https://www.sellingyarns.com/2013/

Selling Yarns 3: Weaving the nation's story was a four-day event that presented a conference, a market day, workshops, an exhibition and associated activities program, and launched the inaugural Indigenous Art Film program. As the premier national forum for Indigenous textile and fibre in the country it was supported by the Centenary of Canberra, drawing people to the nation's capital from across the country.

Thirty Indigenous communities and art centres and 134 artists from every state and territory in Australia converged in Canberra to participate in Selling Yarns 3: Weaving the nation's story. Indigenous artists and elders, and art administrators, came together and participated as speakers, workshop facilitators and market stall holders to share their stories, exchange their knowledge and skills, and to trade. They opened their hearts to each other and to other conference delegates and visitors. As Tim Growcott so eloquently stated post conference:

"An authentic spirit of reconciliation coursed strongly throughout the four days, with so many stories and examples of practical collaborations and life- changing projects. The conference was a recognition of the important and sensitive work being accomplished by like-minded creators, forging links with the living past and forming models for healing into the future."

The project was a huge success, inspiring artists and creating strategic alliances between Indigenous communities across Australia. There has been significant cross cultural engagement and inspiration with international Indigenous artists and culture which paves the way for lasting relationships with opportunities to develop further collaborations and joint projects. Establishing dialogue and sharing cross-cultural exchanges with international artists, curators and researchers has placed Australian Indigenous textile practice within the broader international arena.

[haderberkman]

I have officially ran out of requests!!! Send me your suggestions!!!! Requests are always open!! ❤️

[chompachompa]

Bill Hader characters as "Can you buy me pads" texts

(If you want anyone added, let me know!!)

Dave:

Willy McLean:

Barry:

Richie Tozier:

Officer Slater:

[planitlady-blog]

best song to nap to ?

Ok so here’s my thoughts on this. A song you nap to has to be soothing yet energizing I think. Upbeat yet calm so you feel at ease dozing for a bit.

So it can’t have any of those heavy beats or increase in volume drastically. It has to be pretty consistent and have a nice flow but still happy.

So one of the first things I thought of was “At Last” by Etta James, but I think it’s a bit too soulful (for naptime) and she does end up hitting some jarring notes in that song.

So now I’m thinking “Someone New” by Hozier because it’s a bit warmer but I think it’s just a bit TOO invigorating. Scratch that out.

So we need something warm, smooth, soft and consistent yet happy-ish (or happy sounding, happy notes)

So NOW I’m thinking almost the entire soundtrack to the Theory Of Everything, but I really wanna challenge myself with a lyric filled song.

“Pure Imagination” from Willy Wonka is too easy I think (and too short) so it has to be a bit of a longer song too. (Though I DO adore this song AND Gene Wilder. For some reason it always manages to make me cry. But not QUITE nap material I think)

“American Pie” by Don McLean was considered (since it’s so long and repetitive) but it’s just a little too upbeat. I’ve been able to fall asleep to it before though…

So, in conclusion for a while (until I find something more fitting in my playlist) I’m gonna have to go with *drum roll please*….

“Imagine” By John Lennon. It’s soft, it’s got happy lyrics, it’s a comfortable warm and nostalgic I think too. Good nap material. (Jack Johnson’s cover of it especially)

If you guys have any other ideas I’d love to hear them.

[pardon-madam]

For your ask meme- aLL THE QUESTIONS (at least most of them) I believe in you!!!

Oh… um… I guess I’ll do the ones that aren’t just simply a resounding “no.” And I’ll answer them honestly i suppose. (jokes half of this is a meme and the other half comes from edgy the edge lord) Get ready to want to die. 

if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

Read: Fire Bringer by David Clement-Davies or Dresden by Hedera_Helix

Watch: Three Kingdoms and Attack on Titan

Listen: Starry Starry Night by Don Mclean

have you ever found a writer who thinks just like you? if so, who?

Textbooks? 

list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.

Identify means relate to the most right? Like understand/ would be them in that world? Alright.

Attack on Titan and I identify with any civvie that died

Hunter x Hunter and Mito only bc she useless

Hamilton and cousin that committed suicide

do you like your name?  is there another name you think would fit you better?

I like my name. It’d fit better if it finished with a L-O

do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?

HA. how silly. Going back to that showerthoughts tho I wish I was a human been.

are you religious/spiritual?

Oh how I want to say yes.

do you care about your ethnicity?

Yes, I’m actually very proud of it. Especially after nonsensically binging Three Kingdoms again and again. But then I notice reality and reconsider. I always liked the past more than the present. But communism dat good shit tho

do you have a creed?

Oh how I want to say yes.

describe your ideal day.

No commitments. 

dog person or cat person?

Cat.

inside or outdoors?

Inside.

five most influential books over your lifetime.

I read, and they influence me, but I don’t have a gauge or keep track which ones or how.

would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?

This blog is for memes. I share whatever I find funny, and I also put here what i want to share/show to my friends. So yes but not really. 

what’s your patronus?

Erwin Smith.

which Harry Potter house would you be in? or are you a muggle?

Ravenclaw tbh but most likely I’d end up a muggle. 

would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else?

Somewhere else ofc. Why be in a place of someone else’s imaginings when I can just create my own, given the choice??

do you love easily?

Fkn hell yes. But only once. And I’m not letting go.

list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order.

Useless shit when procrastinating on everything and anything

Reading eruri fanfiction

Eating wholly bcs bored

Dying

Death

could you live as a hermit?

Absofuckinglutely

how would you describe your gender/sexuality?

Willis

have you ever felt like you had a “mind-meld” with someone?

I thought i could communicate thru memes and hints to someone once, but then they couldnt guess the song with the hint “fast; furious; walk(er); song” and i gave up on that dream. 

do you feel like your outside appearance is a fair representation of the “real you”?

?? 

on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?

ehh wholly depends on who it is.

three songs that you connect with right now.

This x (Willis)

This x (Willis)

This x (Willis)

pick one of your favorite quotes.

It’s favourite.

[torentialtribute]

Jozo Simunovic believes he was destined to honour Celtic legend Billy McNeil

Jozo Simunovic believes it was his destiny to commemorate the passing of Billy McNeill with Celtic's winning goal.

Simunovic, who wears the No 5 kit graced by the Lisbon Lion legend, struck with a header that McNeill would have been proud of to defeat Kilmarnock with 67 minutes on the Celtic Park clock.

That means an eighth successful top-flight championship can claimed on Sunday if Rangers fail to beat Aberdeen at Ibrox, or next Saturday lunchtime if Celtic earn a point or more from their trip to Pittodrie.

Jozo Simunovic breaks the deadlock for Celtic against Kilmarnock in the 67th minute

But presenting his match jersey to McNeill's family after the match felt more important to Simunovic than acknowledging he had inched Celtic closer to wrapping up the title.

'It was a special moment, the favorite moment in my Celtic career and one I will remember for the rest of my life, "said the center-half.

" I was surprised on the bus before the game when I saw so many fans. I couldn't have imagined something like that. That gave me an impulse to give more in this game.

"I believed it would be a special day for me because of the No 5. For everyone, it meant a lot but for me it was special.

" The manager spoke to us about Billy before the game to help inspire us. Everyone knows how big a name he is at this club and the impact he had on Celtic. He was a leader, an amazing guy.

"The manager said a few things about him and that motivated us even more.

Defender Simunovic headed home the winning goal to set Celtic to victory over Kilmarnock

'Some people will say that I am lucky to score with the No 5 on 67 minutes. But I say I'm blessed. I believe in that. "

The 24-year-old, who pointed to the sky in celebration, added: "My biggest support comes above us. I said something and I'm going to keep that to myself but, it's just … I'm Christian, that's how it goes.

'Listen, trophies are special but for me this is something else. I had a chat with Billy's family afterwards and that has given me more reasons to remember all of this. "

Lennon suggested that Celtic's step to the brink of the title was tasks with the help of McNeill watching over them.

"It's amazing when you think about it," said Lennon. "That was a perfect way to win the game, I suppose, under the circumstances, with everything that happened this week.

" The big man might have been looking down on us when we needed a goal.

'Jozo has been outstanding for me since I've come in. I want my center halves to attack the ball more and he's doing that on a regular basis.

"I'm pleased with the win, pleased with the second half and it's a great three points.

'Kilmarnock created opportunities with us being sloppy. We were ill-disciplined defensively, not just the back four, but the midfield as well. We were a little bit loose.

Celtic paid tribute to club legend Billy McNeill before the game following his death aged 79

"We wanted that tidied up in the second half, which was a lot better." Simunovic thanked Lennon for keeping faith in him in a move which has been keeping Leicester loan star Filip Benkovic on the Celtic bench.

"He puts some trust in me," said Simunovic. "He had a chat with me and we settled some things with what he expected from me.

" So I'm just following that, for now, everything is going well. We are still keeping clean sheets and we need to keep going. '

A week on landing in hot water with the SFA for his rant against referee Steven McLean, Kilmarnock boss Steve Clarke endured further frustration with a refereeing decision.

Heie Willie Collum should have been awarded a penalty for a Scott Brown shove on Stephen O'Donnell in the first quarter of an impressive visit performance.

'The players were terrific, great effort, good application, we just missed that little bit of quality on the finishes, "Clarke said.

" We had the best chance of the first half. A penalty. Soft but a penalty. As he goes to play the ball, he gets pushed in the back, so it's a penalty.

'It's a performance that makes me feel good about my team and players but we haven't any points to show for it. '

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