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#Peggy Sue (song)
scary-ivy · 4 months
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I was practicing "Peggy Sue Got Married" at afterwards my mom said "that's by Elvis Costello, right? JDGDJFJDFHDFHX
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victoriadallonfan · 9 months
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I read your fanfics and I really enjoyed them! Hers is the Fury is my new favorite wormward crossover, and Janus has to be my favorite Peggy Sue! Also, you absolutely nailed Purity! That was the best fanfic Kayden, in my opinion! Wonderful lack of self-awareness!
Sorry for the late reply, but thank you!
Hers Is the Fury is a lot of fun to write Victoria trying to be the best hero she can be, while dealing with a world as toxic as Westeros.
And Janus is just really fun to have Victoria and Taylor interact. Writing Purity was making sure that, while she downplays her racism internally, it's still prevalent in her priorities and actions.
I hope you've enjoyed everything I've done since this Ask!
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Bro, how is it I’ve spent this whole time assuming Pierre Auguste Cot’s Twinks-On-A- Swing was Patrochilles?
Cause apparently it’s Eros and Psyche.
I just find the whole thing very misleading.
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jabroni · 1 year
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“there was never a man, like my johnny. like the one they call. . . johnny guitar~”
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Lecture 5: Buddy Holly and the Crickets perform their iconic early rock ‘n’ roll hit “Peggy Sue” on the Ed Sullivan Show, December 1, 1957. By this time, Buddy Holly was the fastest rising star in the rock ‘n’ roll scene, poised to eclipse even Elvis Presley. The new medium of television proved to be an enormous boost to his career, and Holly appeared frequently on variety shows such as Sullivan’s. His friendly persona, plain style and strong charisma attracted a massive fan base, both in the United States and overseas. Incidentally, in case anyone ever asks you, the titular “Peggy Sue” in the song refers to the girlfriend of Crickets drummer Jerry Allison, who co-wrote the song with Holly and Norman Petty. Peggy Sue Gerron (1940–2018) later married Allison. Rest in peace.
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jacke-12 · 1 year
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Peggy Sue (1957) - Buddy Holly
Genre: rockabilly
Peak position on US Billboard Hot 100: 3
Buddy Holly was one of the rock and roll greats, who of course tragically died in a plane crash, along with Ritchie Valens and The Big Bopper. "Peggy Sue" is a pretty gentle track of his, but it features incredibly unique production that sets it apart from the music of its time.
It doesn't rock as much as "That'll Be the Day", and it isn't nearly as elaborate as "It Doesn't Matter Anymore" - in fact, it is an incredibly simple piece of music - but when I think of Buddy Holly, I think of this song, because I've heard no-one else make one like it. It is the way the drums sound that is very strange and I would say experimental - they are strangely distant, rumbling in the background and fading in and out in an intriguing way. It is a surprising choice because it feels completely disconnected with the rest of the track - the lyrics are silly and without substance, and the vocals are goofy and lighthearted. It sounds like they had a bit of a throwaway track they wanted to make more interesting, and they thought the drums might sound good. Which they do!
It is unusual to focus solely on the drums in a review of a song, but they do dominate the track - there is very little else going on. The guitar is sparing and a little muffled by the drumming, with the one solo. The melody is catchy but unassuming. There's not much to talk about, but the sparcity of it is what makes it appealing. It allows all the elements to shine as much as they can.
While I don't love this song - the best I've heard of his is definitely the fantastic "It Doesn't Matter Anymore" - I think it is an enjoyable little oddity that I've become very fond of. It is trying something different, in an entirely unpretentious way.
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jerikajerika · 1 year
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I wish I was quiet and I wish I was mean but I can't keep my mouth shut and I keep coming clean
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Not my mom sending me the SAME Buddy Holly record for my birthday three years in a row. I now have three.
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I love Buddy with my whole soul, he’s the love of my life but THREE. And I have a good bunch of 45s and still no Rock Around With Ollie Vee.
Just this one collection three times over.
The new one does look like it plays really well though because my other ones are both kind of old. I’m emotionally attached to the other two so the third, no matter how good sound quality it may have, will not replace them.
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supercap2319 · 4 months
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"Y/N, are you sure this is going to help?" Archie asked in disbelief. It's not that he didn't trust Y/N. It just... It seemed almost comical of what he was asking him to do.
The young witch nods. "I know. It sounds ridiculous, but we do a little dance, ideally around a bonfire in the woods, but an impromptu living room dance party works too."
"But why, though?"
"Most witches or pagans believe that dancing around a fire or something boosts spiritual energy. And if you want to save your friends from the Sweet Hereafter, you're going to have to shake your sexy ass." Y/N spanks Archie's ass and winks as the ginger stallion blushed.
Y/N walked over to his phone, and a song came on as he began to dance.
Bing bang
I saw the whole gang
Dancin on my livin room rug
Flip Flop
They were doin the bop
All the teen had the dancing bug
There was lollipop, and peggy sue,
good Golly miss molly was even there too
well a Splish splash
I forgot about the bath
I went and put my dancin shoes on.
Archie watched Y/N twist and gyrate his body to the beat of the song. The young Spellman gave him a flirtious wink and silently asked him to join him. The mortal boy took a chance and joined Y/N as they cut a rug on Archie's living room floor.
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scary-ivy · 8 months
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I wasn't built for this world I had sex once, now I'm dead
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only-horse-polls · 2 months
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Fictional Horse Tournament (FHT)
Starting list - Group Haley
#Group Haley propaganda
All media of origin are listed in parentheses and sorted in alphabetical order. Character names are not sorted in any order.
The Captain (101 Dalmatians)
James Baxter (Adventure Time)
Widow, Spider-Horse (Amazing Spider-Man, Spider-Verse, Vault of Spiders, Spider-Geddon, Marvel)
Amika (Amika)
Glory (A Song of Ice and Fire)
Honor (A Song of Ice and Fire)
Silver Mare (A Song of Ice and Fire)
Stranger (A Song of Ice and Fire)
Gaudior (A Swiftly Tilting Planet, Time Quintet)
Aurea (Aurea de wilde pony)
Philippe (Beauty and the Beast)
Jewel (Bella Sara)
Thunder (Bella Sara)
Bella (Bella Sara)
Fiona (Bella Sara)
Nike (Bella Sara)
Firewalker (Bella Sara)
Star (Bella Sara)
Arapaho (Bella Sara)
Lenape (Bella Sara)
Moonfairy (Bella Sara)
Starlight (Bella Sara)
Sunflower (Bella Sara)
Mustang (Bella Sara)
Elymyn (Bella Sara)
Pantheon (Bella Sara)
Amadeus (Bibi and Tina)
Sabrina (Bibi and Tina)
Black Beauty (Black Beauty)
Ginger (Black Beauty)
Merrylegs (Black Beauty)
Angus (Brave)
Kona (Breyer #100111, Wind Dancer)
Brisa (Breyer #100113, Wind Dancer)
Sirocco (Breyer #100112, Wind Dancer)
Sumatra (Breyer #100105, Wind Dancer
Casey (Casey the Utterly Impossible Horse)
Horse (Centaurworld)
Major (Cinderella)
Rafal (De ontsnapping van Rafal)
Pipo (De Bleshof, Het eerste optreden)
Isobel (De Bleshof, Alles voor mijn paard)
Tjitske (De Bleshof, Een echt paardenmeisje)
Pepijn (De Bleshof, Pepijn is de allerliefste)
Pico (De zoektocht van Pico)
Galupy (Diddl)
Unimon (Digimon)
Binky (Discworld)
Susan, Joshua (Doctor Who, A Town Called Mercy) - Round 1
Arthur (Doctor Who, The Girl in the Fireplace)
Rocinante (Don Quixote)
Mary Lou, Primrose (Dragon Quest IV: Chapters of the Chosen, Dragon Quest V: Hand of the Heavenly Bride)
Peggy Sue (Dragon Quest VI: Realms of Revelation)
Red Hare (Dynasty Warrior)
Leonard (Elden Ring)
Ixion (Final Fantasy X)
Kokuoh, 黒王, Kokuō (Fist of the North Star, 北斗の拳, Hokuto no Ken)
The Nokk (Frozen II)
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peggy-sue-reads-a-book · 10 months
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SOMETHING BIG IS COMING
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vidavalor · 3 months
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The Blitz, The B-Side and Baraqiel
Another post in a series about how "The Metatron" in the Final 15 is actually Satan.
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This also contains a smidge of requested stuff on Baraqiel, who will get a full meta soon when I'm done with ramblings about The Devil.
The B-Side. Song featured on the other side of a record for another song.
"Peggy Sue." 1957 hit song by Buddy Holly & the Crickets. As mentioned to Aziraphale by Maggie in S2, "Everyday" is the B-Side from the "Peggy Sue" single.
"Everyday." Maggie keeps sending records to The Resurrectionist pub for their jukebox and they send her back copies of "Everyday" because Gabriel's miracle for Beez turns every record they play into that song.
When Maggie turns one of the records over-- the one she gives to Aziraphale-- both sides of the record are "Everyday." The "Peggy Sue" B-Side does not exist because Gabriel has eliminated it from being played at the pub in question, which generates "Peggy Sue"-free records as a result. We'll see a little later in this meta how Gabriel actually told us in 1.01 that he's got no time for "Peggy Sue"...
"Everyday" = The Gabriel and Beez positive ending in S2. Choosing true love and to be with that one particular person who makes everything better.
But it's the B-side to...
"Peggy Sue" = um, not "Everyday"-- more the opposite of that-- as outlined below:
Peggy. Nickname for Margaret.
Sue. Nickname for Susan, the root meaning of which is roses of Sharon.
Greta. Shortened version of Margareta. Derived from Margaret.
Fraulein Greta Kleinschmidt... aka Captain Rose Montgomery ="Peggy Sue".
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Marguerite's. French restaurant on Whickber St. Name means "Margaret" in French. Covered in roses. Making it also "Peggy Sue" and tying The Blitz, Part 1's Greta/Rose conflict directly to 2.06's Metatron/Devil conversation at Marguerite's.
Marguerite's is run by and likely owned by Justine. It is the location of both Crowley and Aziraphale's smitten would-be date conversation while it was open and, while it was closed, Aziraphale's conversation with "The Metatron."
It is where Aziraphale is tempted by "The Metatron"-- who is really on the opposite "side" from what he appears to be. He is not really "the Rose" but "the Greta"-- The Devil.
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Bara. Japanese for "rose", in a pejorative sense (similar to the English "pansy".)
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Baraqiel... aka Crowley. Pictured above at Marguerite's beside a romantic red rose. The actual anti-fascist involved in 1941 and still in the present and whose side Aziraphale should choose. Greta is a spy pretending to be Rose but Rose doesn't really exist; Crowley is a demon who pretends to be an angel whose name partially means "Rose"... and Crowley and Aziraphale both found out together long ago that the demons can still do angelic miracles so, for all intents and purposes, Baraqiel is real.
In S1, Aziraphale is the self-proclaimed "*the* Southern pansy." In S2, Crowley's B-side fake angel identity of Baraqiel is revealed and part of the etymology there relates to roses.
Justine. Means "just" and "fair." When Marguerite's is open, Justine is there, which relates to that sense of what is right and good and true. Crowley and Aziraphale are at Marguerite's together in S2 when it is open. Their relationship is right and true and fair and good. Aziraphale talks there with "The Metatron" when the restaurant is closed and Justine is nowhere to be found. No Justine and the closed restaurant = foreboding as all fuck.
Marguerite's. Justine's restaurant, where, as we've said, Crowley and Aziraphale met during its open hours. Means "of-- or belong to--Margaret" in French.
French. Aziraphale can't get decent crepes anywhere outside of Paris. And the brioche. And the oui est la plume de la jardiniere de ma tante? flirting outside Marguerite's in S2. C'est si romantique...
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Margaret. Means "pearl." Pearls are the rare jewels found in oysters. Like the ones Crowley and Aziraphale went out for in Rome on the day they also first shared some oysters.
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Montgomery. Captain Rose Montgomery, the B-side fake identity of Fraulein Greta Kleinschmidt. Mont from the Latin for "mountain" and the rest from the Greek "gomari"-- meaning "to load"/"to carry a load or a pack while climbing/man carrying a pack." Means "mountain-climbing person."
"Climb Every Mountain." The Big Damn Song from 'The Sound of Music'. God's favorite tune and the corporate mandate of Heaven, the inhabitants of which do not understand this message or live these values at all. Crowley and Aziraphale get the themes of this musical but seem to have yet to figure out how much they are like the lead characters or that they're in a story that partially parallels this musical.
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Maggie. Nickname for (and name derived from) Margaret. Shares a root name with Greta.
Greta. Witnessed Crowley turn up to protect Aziraphale in the church, in a scene in which had matrimonial undertones. Her recruiting of Aziraphale-- that relationship-- prompted Crowley into a romantic gesture.
"...American expression-- played for suckers!" and Aziraphale's gasp at the reveal of Rose as Greta. This all happened *before* Crowley came into the scene. Crowley then confirmed that the trio were "a bunch of half-witted Nazi spies" and that Greta was not really British intelligence.
Maggie. Her talk with Crowley-- which she talked Nina into doing-- prompts Crowley into something circling close to a proposal before it all went off the rails.
"...human expression-- hold that thought!" and Aziraphale's gasp at the reveal by Crowley that the being who had arrived was The Metatron. Crowley, as we'll look at in another meta, is the one who actually helps "the Greta" of this scene hide his identity-- against his will... the mirrored opposite of 1941.
Sister Margareta. The sweet but kind of empty-headed nun that defends Maria during "(How Do You Solve a Problem Like) Maria" in 'The Sound of Music'. As all the other nuns are bashing Maria to The Mother Abbess and saying that she doesn't have what it takes to be a nun, Sister Margareta sings that she'd "like to say a word on her behalf/Maria/makes me/laugh."
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Gabriel. Sister Margareta.
Gabriel is Margareta-- is Margaret, is a Peggy. Crowley is Baraqiel-- is Rose, is a Sue. So, Gabriel and Crowley together = our third example of a Peggy Sue scenario. The conflict of Aziraphale between Gabriel or a statue of Gabriel-- representing Heaven-- and Crowley... visually represented in the sushi scene (Crowley presence in significant absence) and in 1827, etc...
Also, just for those who watched Mad Men and think the idea of "Don" being "a Peggy" is fun because Don Draper and Peggy Olson were two peas in a pod...
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Back to Good Omens... and over to Gabriel's first scene. So, what famously doesn't our favorite nun Sister Margareta aka Jimbriel do?
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Aziraphale-- and the audience-- might not realize it at first but Gabriel is actually not really pointing at the sushi in this scene... at least not exclusively. He doesn't actually comment on the sushi at all, even when it's what Aziraphale defends. What's grossing out The Supreme Archangel here is the tea. The tea is at what Gabriel is pointing when he says "that" and on what he remarks when he tells us what he does not do as a character:
"I do not sully the celestial temple of my body with... rose matter."
The "Rose Matter." The "Peggy Sue" conflict. Aziraphale's core conflict of being a good angel versus being a good person and how his love for Crowley is at the nexus of all of that. First alluded to in the sushi scene. Gabriel informs us right at the start that he'll be peacing out of all of that nonsense lol-- he doesn't give enough of a fuck to be all that concerned as to what their abusers think of them and he'll be around later to teach Aziraphale how to drink far less of "the tea"-- what people say-- at some point. He doesn't quite yet get his own role in why Aziraphale does at that point in 1.01 but he'll start to as a result of S2.
Finally, there's that Gabriel just thinks tea itself-- the beverage-- is disgusting, setting Gabriel up for his hot chocolate orgasm in S2. He's going to "dump the tea in the harbor" in S2 as the resident "American" angel, after all. No "Peggy Sue" pining rose-related shit for Gabriel, thanks-- just "Everyday."
But also...
Rose Matter. Rose petals. Components of rose tea. Gabriel's comment tells us what Aziraphale ordered to drink at the sushi restaurant in 1.01, when he was supposed to meet Baraqiel for dinner. Who is Crowley. Ya know, this Crowley...
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...ooh la la, Aziraphale...
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Gabriel does not sully the celestial temple of his body with rose matter but Aziraphale consumes all sorts of-- ahem, right, anyway! this was about The Devil lol...
Kleinschmidt. Klein = "small". Greta is a small person-- she is not empathetic, not kind, not forward-thinking. "Schmidt" = "smith", as a blacksmith/metalworker. Someone who makes tools. Kleinschmidt = Small toolmaker.
"And you will be a tool of that glorious destiny." What Hastur tells Crowley in 1.01 when he tells him that Satan has picked him to usher Armageddon and the demonic victory the demons assume will happen.
Toolmaker. The Devil. Kleinschmidt. Small toolmaker. Greta is "the little devil"-- the small plot that both foreshadows and sets up the big one with The Devil himself.
A church. Where the Nazis meet Aziraphale in 1941. Its pastor is nowhere to be found and its altar has been claimed by Nazis, who are planning to murder Aziraphale in this church. A "holy" place that seems of Heaven (the side of "good", supposedly, not really) but is actually evil.
"The Metatron." The being to whom Aziraphale speaks in the Final 15 of 2.06. Seems of Heaven. Actually The Devil.
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First little mini post on this topic:
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first-edition · 9 months
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Sunday love
Pt2
(Dont really care but there are spelling and writing errors i didn’t feel like editing)
"Southern belle"Reader × Cowboy! Bucky
Sum- You're back home visiting your mother and sister only to be introduced to your sisters fiancé and his best friend, who just happens to be town heartthrob.
CW- fluff, Fem reader, talk of scars, hint of alcohol consumption, smut, p-in-v Unprotected-ish, breeding kink if you squint, kissing, pet names, oral fem reviving, short hand job, profanity.
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You sit in the back on the ambulance as the paramedics finished wrapping up your arm.
“Thanks.” You say they nod. You hop down from your seat seeing your mom Steve and your sister rushing to you.
“I’m fine I’m fine don’t-“ you sigh as your mom pulls you into a bone crushing hug.
“Erk mom air.” You say she pulls back
“Are you alright?”
“I don’t know about after that hug but the split arm yeah I’m fine.” You snidely remark.
“You got your self into a right bitch showdown.” Peggy says
“I didn’t even do anything. I walked in and she chucked the bottle at me I already gave my statement to the police.” You say
“You can sue her. We can get lotsa money” Peggy says
“Stop…where’s Bucky?” You ask frowning not seeing him around.
“Inside still he’s pretty pissed about the bar.” Steve says.
“Take my mom as sister home would tab I’ll go see him.” You say walking passed your family and back to the establishment.
Entering you see Bucky holding a broken glass in hand as he sits on a bar stool.
“Bucky?” You ask walking up to him he immediately looks up and stands placing the glass down and rushing to you.
“You alright?!” He asks
“I’m fine just a scrape” you say holding up your heavily bandaged forearm. He frowns at you knowing it’s bull.
“Got 14 stitches.” You say.
“Fuck.” He says.
“It’s okay. I’m fine. Besides I’ll get a cool scar almost as cool as yours.” You say.
He chuckles.
“You want help cleaning up?” You ask.
“Not while ur injured.” He says
“Come on, I’m numbed up pretty heavy right now let me help at least till anesthesia wears off beside I let Peggy take my car so I’m stranded here.” You says
“Alright fine I don’t want you touching the glass or lifting shit so just sweep.” He says
You nod as you walk over grabbing a broom. And begin the chore of cleaning
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You and Bucky clean and talk, laugh he mops up the spilled alcohol contents and moves the tables back.
There’s a static nose and music begins playing.
“Ah I forgot about that.” Bucky says looking over to the increasingly old jukebox.
“What?” You say
“My great great granddad had that installed here it once in a while it’ll go off and play music I thought I got it fixed, guess it’s back up again whatever.” He says
“I think it’s cool.” You say he gives you a small smile before going back to cleaning. You involuntarily hum along to the music which happens to play the song you listen too on repeat when ever it’s Sunday.
“I want a, a love that’s on the square, can’t seem to find somebody, and someone to care…” you softy sway and sing along.
Bucky takes notice to your antics and puts down the mop walking over to you. Your back facing him. He places his hand on your lower back kindly turning you to him before taking the broom Out of your hand placing it to the side.
“What are you doing?” You giggle as he takes your hand in his pulling you closer to him.
“Dancing with you.” He says a smile forms on your face as you look up at him. You softly sway to the music as if he’s from the 40s.
“My parents would listen to this song every Sunday and dance in the kitchen. It was thier wedding song.” You ramble.
He looks at you perfectly content as he pulls you closer to him chest to chest.
“When my dad went off to afaganistan my mom would dance with me in the kitchen to it…I um…I rember when the marshal came with my fathers uniform and flag and told my mom he was gone…she hugged his uniform and danced by herself all morning, this song on repeat.” You say resting your head against him.
“Later I found myself listening to it every Sunday.” You say
“Hmm that’s one another thing we have in common now.” He says you look up to him. He brushes his thumb against your chest.
“What our dead fathers?” You joke he chuckles and nods.
“That and Sunday means something else other than the end of the week day.” He says. He’s about to explain but you cut him off pressing your lips against his kissing him. He kisses back. Continuing where you both left off in the barn.
His hands roam your waist and yours untangle fingers in his hair he walks you back into a table as you sit utop it. Your hands move from his hair to his chest and stomach where you can feel his abs through the black shirt.
Your hand move under the shirt only breaking the kiss when he pulls back for a second to speak.
“I-i dont have anything.” He says his bright blue orbs dusky.” He sighs
You shake your head. Bringing his hand up you your arm as you runs his finger over the raised scar and bump letting his feel the implant.
“I got it covered.” You say he chuckles shaking his head as you pull his shirt off and over his head. He leans back to you to continue the kiss only for you to stop eyes glued to his toned front. Seeing scars littering his chest.
The most prominent one where his black and gold prosthetic meets his skin the marks of scratching and poor attachment from the silver one he had before.
“I-I know it’s ug-“ he says getting cut off by your lips on his chest kissing his scars as your thumbs feel along his abs. He groans his grip on your hips tightening. Your kisses move over to his prosthetic scar grazing it before kissing his neck and finding his lips giving them a peck.
“You’re beautiful.” You say.
He sighs not sure he’s heard anyone call him beautiful before and he quite likes it.
Placing his hand hand on your cheek he kisses you again passionately. Trying to Unbutton your flannel he rips it down the middle buttons flying off. Revealing your bras the motion from the broken shirt causes you cleave to jiggle making Bucky stir in this pants.
He kisses down your neck to your cleavage licking and sucking marking your chest and neck up easily. his hand snakes up your back and skillfully unclasps your bra. It falls off your shoulders and chest exposing you to him.
He gladly takes your breast in hand gripping it as he suckles in the other your nipple being swirled around his tounge. Making you cry out for him.
He pulls back a string of saliva snapping as his once bright blues are dusk with a sheen of lust. They flick to your bandages arm.
“Mm-mm” you say moving your other hand down your bodies palming his dick through the straining black jeans.
“Ah-f-fuck.” He gasps his metal hand gripping the table. The wood splitting under his grip as you slip your hand into his jeans feeling just how painfully hard he is.
You relieve him by pulling off his belt and snapping the button off his jeans. He pulls them down revealing his cock. Somehow it’s pretty. Perfectly shaped and colored.
Biting your lip you take it into your hand stroking it send a shiver up Bucky which prompts him to place his metal hand around your neck making you gasp and grip his cock.
“S-sorry.” He grunts pulling his hand away only for you to grab it again keeping the cool metal flush against your neck.
“Don’t pull away.” You gasp.
“I-“
You cut him off by kissing him he kisses you back after being reassured.
His hands move your waist to your pants unbuttoning and pulling them off.
“Lay back doll.” He says you let go of him laying back holding your self on your elbows.
His hand moves from your neck to your lower stomach pressing down lightly. His other presses a thumb against your clit making you gasp before he presses two fingers into your cunt. He groan at the feeling of you.
“F-fuck..” you shakily moan as he immediately find your g-spot pressing and stroking it.
“B-Bucky..ngh.” You lay flat on your back no noticing he kneels down face to face with your gorgeous pussy.
Holding out his tongue he presses it to your clit tasting your swirling. A choked gasp leave your mouth not expecting him to feel this good. If he can do this with his mouth and fingers what wonders can he do with his dick.
Lost in pleasure your hand covers your mouth out of habit as you quiet yourself. He pulls away from you standing as he feels you clenching around his digits, ultimately denying you of finishing.
“Look at me doll.” He says you open your eyes seeing him as he kisses up your body giving your thighs a squeeze as he pushes them up so set himself between you.
“Take that hand off your mouth and let me hear you scream my name.” He says says. His southern accent erupting from thick throat. The comment alone could make you cum.
You take the hand from your mouth.
“Good girl.” He speaks again before glancing down angling his dick to you. Your eyes go wide at the comment once again. You rock your hips brushing his tip against ur entrance.
“What? You like that…hmm being called a good girl?” He says his pupils blown with lust.
“Y-yes..” you say
You feel him push his length into you. His moan makes you melt as he basically whimpers to the feeling of you stretch around him.
His hands cup your breast as he begins to thrust the fat of your breasts jiggle prompting his to kiss your buds.
your nails scratch into his back as he leans forward to kiss you muffling the sounds you make. You can hear the sound on metal scraping against the wood of the table under you as you pull him closer to you rocking your hips against him.
His metal hand grips your thigh as he draws in a shaky breath breaking contact with ur lips.
“SH-shit y/n…” he gasps as you feel his cock twitch inside you making you smile. Your smile immedetly fades when he pulls out of you all together the empty feeling pissing you off.
“I ain’t cumming before you doll.” He says pulling you down to the edge of the table and lifting you before flipping you over and lightly pushing your front back down to the table before he thrusts back into you.
“A-ah ah…fuuuck.” you choke out the moans as his dick strokes your g-spot over and over immediately making you cum with a whimper.
You claw at the table as he absolutely rails you into oblivion. His hand moves from your hips to your cunt his fingers instantly finding your clit circling it overstimulating you.
Your knees go weak as you start you crumble under the pleausre.
“Stand up.” He barks at you slapping your ass. You listen legs shaking as he wraps his arms around your waist holding you up. You feel the familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach once more. Buckys thrusts stagger as he cums with a rough thrust leading you two your second orgasm.
You feel buckys lips kissing your back and shoulders. He moves youre hair to the side kissing your cheek. He makes his way to youe neck only to hesitate when he sees the forming bruise.
“Im sorry..” he says before slipping out of you. You frown at his sudden pulling away you stand only to go baby deer and your legs give out. Before hitting the ground you’re caught by him.
“I got you.” He says holding you up. His eyes search your body seeing the reddending skin where he was gripping you.
“Mm my eyes are up here.” You say looking at him. He looks up at you.
“You alright I didn’t hurt you did I” he says running his thumb over your neck. You shake your head and look back at the table seeing it cracked and scratched and visibly damaged.
“I think the table is worse than me.” You giggle looking back at him.
He nods before pecking your lips.
“H-hold on.” He says reverting back to his quiet self as he sets you against the table. He pulls up his pants and walks over to a cabnet pulling out a blanket before walking back to you wrapping it around you.
You smile at him. He scrambles around the room picking up the articles of clothing placing them next to you as he then helps you redress as he give you his own shirt for ripping yours.
“Would you maybe like to stay? I could take you home in the morning.” He says.
“You sure? I dont wan to intrude i-“ you begin “please. Stay” he says.
“Okay.”
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I was thinking about A sides and B sides of things (records, undersides of things like boxes) and about having to flip things over to access the other side. Maggie describes Everyday as the B side to Peggy Sue, but both sides of the record she gives Aziraphale are Everyday. Anyway, out of curiosity I thought I'd check out the B side of A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square.
A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square was the A side single of a number records that were around in early 1941.
Given the Glenn Miller references in the show, I looked at that one first. The B side is Goodbye, Little Darlin', Goodbye (a breakup song).
The B side of Vera Lynn's is A Little King Without a Crown (about a kid).
The B side of Elsie Carlisle's is Don't Ever Pass Me By (about pining for an ex).
(Those are all on YouTube, for anyone interested.)
Actually, many songs that would have been popular in early 1941 have titles that seem appropriate for Good Omens; I think it's just the nature of the kind of songs written in 1940. It was interesting to scroll through the discographies.
This part of Elsie Carlisle's discography made me laugh:
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Arthur Young is pianist for A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square (only me who finds it amusing to picture Adam's dad here?), then her next record's two songs are Tiggerty-Boo (yes, the song is associated with the expression tickety-boo becoming popular at this time; I googled) and Shake Down the Stars.
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Cronus: i’m thinking about writing a song for her.
Cronus: i’m gonna call it “Meenah”.
Eridan: Wow, a song named after a girl. There aren’t a million of those already.
Cronus: Name twenty.
Eridan: Rosanna, Roxanne, Michelle, Alison, Sarah, Angie, Brandy, Mandy, Gloria, Cecilia, Maggie May, Jessica, Nancy, Barbara Ann, Billie Jean, Layla, Lola, Polly, Helena, Jenny from the Block.
Cronus: Name six more.
Eridan: Sherry, Laura, Wendy, Maria, Peggy Sue, Minnie the Moocher.
Cronus: Name five more.
Eridan: Tracy, Jean, Jane, Mary Ann, Eleanor Rigby.
Cronus, throwing down his guitar: Go glub yourself.
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