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wildflower and barley -- joel miller x reader
pairing + fandom: joel miller x reader, the last of us (hbo)
word count: 5k+ oops
warnings/notes: smut smut smut!!! minors DNI, 18+!!! no outbreak!au. age gap (it's implied reader is in her 20s while joel is 45) and mentions of joel being kinda perverted and liking it lol. drinking (both reader and joel, not excessive), use of a dating app like tinder but not specified, unprotected PIV w creampie and oral (m+f receiving), do not fuck your tinder hookups without protection i'm just horny and gross. excessive use of darlin' as a nickname. implied that reader likes men. she/her pronouns used, afab!reader (with mentions of body parts), no use of y/n. if i missed anything lmk!
a/n: heavily inspired by this post by @yesttoheaven about joel's tinder profile!! it has been rotting my brain since i saw it which literally inspired me to write my first fic in the tlou fandom ever so please be gentle with me. i imagined show!joel because i've never played the game so do with that what you will. please reblog and leave comments if u enjoy it <3333
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summary: after deciding to change your age range on a dating app in hope of a change of scenery, you stumble across joel miller.
No one likes using dating apps.
Swiping left, left, left mindlessly at troves of men holding fish, showing off their trucks, or with deer heads mounted to the walls behind their selfies holding guns.
This was Texas, after all.
Having just moved here, it was a little shocking, to say the least. But you were getting used to the “eligible” bachelors that were your age generally looking and acting the same. When you did end up finding someone of interest, you were usually turned off pretty quickly by whatever shitty pick-up line they had chosen. Or, your personal favourite, “wanna fuck?”
No thanks.
It was an idyllic summer evening, the hot stuffy air of Austin flowing in through your windows. You laid in bed, propped up on the pillows against your headboard and sorting through the faces that adorned your screen. No one particularly interesting, as usual, and every profile was starting to melt together to look the same.
You sighed, looking into your settings, adjusting and increasing different metrics to hopefully change the pool just enough for there to be someone new or interesting.
Age range: 25-30
Your eyebrow cocked as you looked onto the screen, pulling the slider more to the right experimentally. No one was here to see you, and even though it was slightly embarassing to be interested in older men, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t pique your interest to imagine it. Even just to try, and see, if they ever really did grow up. You imagined it was wishful thinking, but increased the range anyways.
Age range: 35-45
Feeling the need to throw your phone across the room after doing that, you placed it face down under your pillow and slid out of bed. No use in swiping through them now, and you were getting tired of looking. A pint of Ben and Jerry’s and a new episode of your favourite show was waiting for you downstairs.
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Joel Miller does not use dating apps.
He barely knows how to send a text on his phone, let alone navigate the world of online women. Not to say he didn’t explore the options, so to speak, but they usually were not ones that were single, his age, and in his area. Unless the ads on those sites were real, that is.
“It’s starting to get sad,” Sarah had remarked at breakfast, when they got on the topic, and Joel feigned hurt. Hand over his heart, he dropped his fork onto the plate. “It’s not sad, Jesus. I’m just busy, is all.”
“Busy not gettin’ busy,” Sarah remarked, and Joel’s eyes widened. “Hey now! None of that.”
A blush spread up his cheeks and ears as they continued to eat breakfast in slightly awkward silence, before Joel took his plate to the sink. “Okay, off to school, you. And no more conversations about my dating life. Ever.”
Sarah laughed as she finished off the last of the juice in her glass. “I’m just saying, dad. You can if you want to. Might be nice for you.”
Joel planted a soft kiss to her head before she bounded out the door, rolling his eyes and calling out a ‘love you’ before she closed the door swiftly behind her. Joel stared at his cell phone on the table. Maybe it would be nice.
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The following evening, you were a little too excited to see the dating app specimens you had acquired. Not sure what to expect, really, and you went in with no expectations. It’s not like they’d magically all be tall, dark, and handsome, but some variety never killed anybody.
Paul, 41
Daddy, but not yours. No libs allowed. 6’ because that matters.
You sighed deeply. Some things never change.
After swiping through much of what you were used to, a profile managed to catch your eye among the sea of disappointment.
Joel, 45
Just a Southern gentleman trying this out for the first time. Contractor of over 10 years. I love my daughter, BBQ, strong coffee, and sleeping in.
Now that was the most interesting thing you’d seen in a while.
He didn’t look a day over 40. His eyes creased at the corners when he smiled wide in his photos. He looked tan, a product of the Texas heat and his job, you thought. His features were accompanied by salt-and-pepper facial hair and messy curls that looked soft and pliable. His photos showed off his physique incredibly, tight wash-worn t-shirts pulling over his arms and shoulders, looking big, broad. He was no doubt the most handsome man you’d seen on an app, maybe ever.
When you swiped right before you could think too hard, you were surprised to see the green “Match!” Flash across your screen.
Your fingers ghosted over the keyboard on your phone, thinking of a witty thing to say, probably for too long.
Your phone buzzed as you saw a notification pop up.
Joel has sent you a message.
Hey, darlin’. How are ya?
You felt your face warm at the sweet message, when was the last time someone had called you darlin’? Ever?
Hey cowboy. I’m great, how are you?
He was certainly an eager responder, taking only a few seconds to reply. You found yourself smiling down at your phone screen.
Cowboy… I like that. I’m better now that I’m talking to you.
Oh, Joel, who told you to say that? 😂
No good?
Not bad. 6/10.
Only 6/10? I’ll work on it. I like to think I’m better in person.
I would love to find out.
You found yourself emboldened by how easy the conversation was flowing. Joel was certainly easy to talk to, easier than the other matches you had going for you, and infinitely more handsome.
Oh, would you? Alright. I’d love to take you to dinner sometime. If you don’t mind being seen with an old man such as myself in public. Or meeting a stranger from the internet.
He’s a very handsome stranger. I would love to go to dinner with you. Know any good spots? I’m new around here.
There’s a great barbecue spot in downtown Austin. If you’d prefer something fancier, let me know.
I love bbq. Just tell me where and when, cowboy.
Tomorrow, 7pm ok?
You sent him your phone number in the message. Fuck it.
Sounds great. Text me the address, I’ll be there. :)
Joel’s reply didn’t come. Instead, a text appeared at the top of your screen with an unknown number.
It’s Joel. This the right number?
Yup. You found me.
Great. Talk tomorrow sweetheart. Looking forward to it. :)
He texted you the address of the restaurant, right before you opened the contact card, saving his name as “cowboy ♡”.
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Cowboy. Cowboy. Cowboy. It was playing over in his head like a broken fuckin’ record.
Joel was positively freaking out about this date.
Sarah had managed to secure a sleepover at her friend’s place, so the house would be empty for the night. He had been busying himself with cleaning the entirety of the house, even taking the time to mow the grass before work and vacuum the family room. He can’t remember the last time he vacuumed anywhere.
Would she even make it back here? How does this work? Will she want to sleep over or hang out on the couch or should he be making a dessert for after?
His mind was brought out of it’s craze by Sarah jumping down the stairs. She plopped her bag down on the freshly wiped countertop.
“Careful,” he warned, putting a hand up. “I just cleaned that off.”
“I can tell. It smells like the cleaning aisle threw up in here.”
He smirked before patting her head with his hand, as she aggressively smoothed out her hair. “Dad! Don’t!”
“When do you wanna go to Ellie’s?” He asked, more gaging how long he has left to get ready than actually asking.
“Probably soon. Why? Tryna get rid of me?” she poked her dad in the side, but when she flinched away instead, a large smile spread across her face. He was tense.
“What’s your deal?” Joel hated the way she knew him so well sometimes.
“Nothing.“
“Are you going on a date?”
Silence fell over the kitchen between the two of them, as Joel’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “How did you know?”
“Oh my god, you actually took my advice,” Sarah laughed, watching her dad’s face burn red with embarrassment. “Just don’t do anything weird on communal surfaces, please.”
Joel shook his head at her suggestion, already becoming annoyed with the whole prospect. He was so nervous, about what to wear, how to act, what the expectation was… let alone, what would happen if they made it back to his place at all.
Although, when he was able to shake his nerves for a second, he was just really fucking excited.
“Wear those dark jeans, and that green shirt you wore to Tommy’s last week. Looks good on you.” Sarah smiled as she put her arms around Joel’s middle, while his worries melted away with her touch. “She’ll love you, I promise.”
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It had been such a long time since you’d been on a proper date, you were starting to lose your mind at the simple process of deciding what to wear.
Clothes were strewn across every surface of your apartment, shoes matching with jeans that matched with cardigans, tops that matched with belts and jackets.
It’s 87 degrees at 5 o’clock, idiot. You’re not wearing a jacket. Relax.
Exhausted of picking out outfits and making decisions, you collapsed on your couch and took a look at your options. You landed on an easy sundress, putting the rest of your clothes back in their respective drawers, and pulling out all of the products you were expecting to use to get ready.
You scrolled through your phone aimlessly as a notification bubble popped up on the screen.
We still on for tonight darlin’? Or did you change your mind?
No worries if you did. I respect that.
You let out a cackle at the message, thinking about how he must look right now. Was he nervous? Scared? Was he just looking for a controversially young fuck?
You weren’t… completely against that.
Didn’t change my mind, wouldn’t in a million years :)
Meet you there. Can’t wait to see you.
His eagerness to meet up would’ve been a red flag if it were any other run of the mill guy, but something about Joel felt special. There didn’t seem to be any funny business with him; too sincere to try anything other than just a good old fashioned date.
You too, cowboy.
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When Joel showed up at the restaurant, he clenched a small bouquet of pink peonies in his right hand and checked his watch obsessively. The minutes ticked away, as he kept a high alert for anyone who could be his potential date. He knew what you looked like, of course, but this being his first time doing anything of this sort is making him hyperaware of anything going awry.
When he does lay eyes on you, his whole gaze softens. A pink sundress, hair pristinely styled and a bounce in your step that reminded him of summer. You looked like an angel, the sunset behind you painting the sky tangerine, which reflected off of the shine against your supple skin. So young, beautiful, it was taking his breath away.
“Joel?”
Your voice matched your sweet demeanour, and he was taken out of his waking daydream.
“Hi,” is all he can say, letting his breath out as he relaxed. “Yes, hi, sorry. I’m Joel.”
“Hi,” you laugh back, eyes darting to the flowers in his hand. They matched your dress.
“These are for you,” he gets the hint, extending his arm out, and you can see the veins bulging in his forearm. He looked so much stronger in person, it was making your knees go weak.
“Thank you, wow,” you held them up to your nose to smell the sweet aroma. “I love peonies.”
“Me too,” he smiled, showing off a string of pearly white teeth, that contrasted with the pink of his lips and the even tan of his skin.
“Shall we?” He extended his arm to you for you to grab onto, and you got to feel the warmth of his skin for yourself. Your hand wrapped around his forearm as he opened the door of the restaurant for you, leading you inside and catching a glimpse of the backs of your thighs as you walked in front of him.
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When you were finally sitting, the conversation flowed easily. He was truly a Southern gentleman, like he had said. It wasn’t normal for you to open up so quickly, but Joel was so easy going and smart, he asked the right questions and knew when to listen. He knew how to listen, a warm gaze and a nod along, asking follow up questions to your answers and easily getting to know you.
You asked about his daughter, his family, his work. He was happy to tell you.
“So, what’s a man like you doing being single in this city?” You take a sip of the wine in the glass in front of you, burgundy staining your bottom lip.
He takes a bite of the food in front of him, a napkin pressing to his lips quickly after. “Been busy,” he started to say, honey brown eyes meeting yours for a second. His gaze sent an electrifying pulse down your spine.
“And, well, when Sarah’s mom left there was a ton to do,” he says it nonchalantly, as if that should be something normal to happen. “House, work, school, she keeps my hands full. Hasn’t been a lot of time.” His syrupy drawl is pulling you in, you’re enticed by the way he speaks to you. So easy, warm, soft. You wonder what his hands feel like on your body, lips pressed to your neck, torso pressed against yours.
“Sorry, that’s a lot of information for a first date,” he laughs to cover the awkwardness, and quietly curses himself for going into so much detail about his precarious family situation and basically admitting to you that he hasn’t fucked anything other than his hand in the last 5 or so years.
“No, it’s okay,” you slide your hand across the table, palm up, urging him to slot his hand into it. He takes it, easily, enveloping yours. His fingers find the pulse point on your wrist. You let your eyes drift up to his, drinking in the way his chest fills out the shirt he chose.
“What’s your story?” He asks earnestly, giving your hand a squeeze. “Can’t imagine there isn’t a long line of people outside waiting to take my place, darlin’.”
You blush furiously at the nickname, and let your eyes meet his once again. “You have no idea the… mess that is out there,” the wine is calling your name to take another sip at the mere thought, but you refrain. “Certainly not too many I am interested in.”
“So, is that why you’re on a date with an old man on a beautiful summer night in Austin?”
You could tell Joel, in a twisted way, liked that you were younger than him. It made him feel younger by admission, that you’d want to spend time with him.
“You’re not that much older,” you laugh, not even believing it yourself as the words left your lips. “And I like to try new things. Don’t you like trying new things, sometimes?”
It was his turn to let his face go red at your insinuation. If only you knew how ‘new’ this really was for him, how much he was pushed out of his comfort zone right now.
You didn’t notice.
A little more polite small talk and exchanging of stories was all you could take before the tension was becoming too much. After another glass of wine and a shared plate of sky-high chocolate cake for dessert, you were enjoying his company and could tell he was enjoying yours all the same. When you met his gaze again, hands still intertwined, you could tell there was a question on the tip of his tongue.
“Would you want to…“ - a nervous pause, with a halo of lust - “come back to mine for a nightcap? I’ve got an empty house this evening.”
You couldn’t help but smirk, knowing in your heart that Joel must’ve made arrangements for his family not to be home in anticipation. He had to have planned for you, known in his heart you’d say yes.
“I’d love that.”
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Joel’s home is unmistakably him. It smells like a pine candle that sits near the front door and a faint aroma of laundry detergent. There’s photos everywhere, him and his daughter, his brother’s family. Big windows were letting in the twinkling lights of the city outside, the inky sky making them look brighter against its canvas.
“You have a beautiful home,” you say, although it seems a little formal for the situation. What else do you say to a grown-up in their house?
“Thank you,” he takes a bottle of whiskey from the bar cart and pours two rock glasses, handing you one. He flicks on a lamp, ambient light filling the room and painting his skin amber orange, as he joins your side by his kitchen table.
“I did a lot of the construction myself, the decorations are my daughter.” He points lazily to the trinkets on the shelves and photos on the wall. “I don’t really have a good eye for that type of stuff.”
You take a sip from the drink and it coats your throat, burning down as you suppress a cough at the taste. You nod along as he explains the design choices he made in the home, and you play along, knowing it’s likely out of anxiety.
“What about upstairs?”
Your eyes are innocent as they meet his, although you understand the implication you’re making whole-heartedly. He puts his glass down on the kitchen table and you follow his lead, his strong hand around your wrist as he leads you up the stairs wordlessly.
“It’s not anything,” - he clears his throat - “special,” he shows you around the second floor, finishing at the door of his bedroom that has been left slightly ajar.
You step in quietly, leading him inside as you take in the bedroom. Neatly folded clothes, a made bed that looks well loved. Blue sheets and fluffy pillows, big bay windows that let the moonlight in.
“I think it’s nice,” you say simply, letting yourself turn around to meet his broad frame. He looks down at you slightly, eyes meeting yours as your hand drops from his grasp and snakes around his neck. His hands come up the sides of your dress, pulling it up slightly, but landing on your waist.
“Is this okay?” He asks tentatively in the dark of the room, his lips so close to yours already you can practically taste the whiskey on his lips for yourself. You answer him by pressing your tentative lips to his, slotting them together easily.
Joel’s grip on your waist tightens momentarily as he takes you in, pulling you as close as he possibly can. He can smell the perfume on your neck and the wine on your lips from earlier, and it’s making his need for you increase tenfold.
You pull him into you as you stumble back to let your knees hit his mattress, sitting down and letting your hands come to his belt buckle. Your hands came to undo it as he pulled his t-shirt off to throw onto the floor beside him, bending down to help you pull the dress over your shoulders to meet his t-shirt.
You made quick work of his jeans, pushing them to the ground and looking up at him with a keen glance. You could see the breath making his belly rise and fall, anticipating your touch on him any second.
When your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his breath hitched and his head rolled back. He was already half-hard only from kissing you, so a few pumps made him easily ready for your mouth.
“You’re so big,” is all you can think to say, head spinning from the sheer size of him right in front of your face. Your mouth watered at the way his hand palmed through your hair, pulling you in closer to him for some relief.
It was intoxicating to him, the way your mouth fit around his cock. Such a beautiful sight to see, your head licking and sucking at his tip, gathering spit there to lubricate him. His knees were going weak as he watched intently, no thought able to cross his mind, other than maybe how long it had been since he’d had anyone to do this with. He was going to have to pace himself if it was all like this.
Your mouth constrained around the length of him, taking him deeper and deeper with every bob of your head. Filthy sounds were filling the room now, of your eager mouth pulling him in as best you could. His hand stayed steady at the back of your head, not pushing, just softly pressed there for support. His other hand found your shoulder, pushing down your bra strap.
“God, darlin’,” was all he could choke out, using his hand to pull you off of him. Your hand lazily stroked him as you looked up at him, spit collecting at the corners of your mouth. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep doin’ that,” his laugh eased some of the tension in the room, as you took your other hand and wiped the spit away.
He leaned down, pressing a fervent kiss to your lips before using his own hands to unclasp your bra and let your breasts free. His lips traveled to the side of your neck, before he was kneeled down between your legs, sucking your nipple into his mouth. He lapped at you, all consuming, as his hand came up to grasp the other breast that wasn’t being serviced. He moaned at the noises you were making, lewd whines into the night air that only encouraged him.
His lips made their way down your body to your clothed centre, your back against his soft sheets. You looked down at him intently, watching as he pulled your panties down your legs and immediately delved into your pussy with broad strokes of his tongue.
Your body jerked upwards at the contact, hand fisting the sheet beside you as he lapped at you, like a man starved. His expert tongue found your clit easily, sucking and licking at you for what felt like hours. You thought about his heavy cock between his legs, begging to be touched, hard as ever as he licked at you desperately.
“Joel,” you whined out, feeling your hand reach down to grab at his curls and push him deeper into you. That only made him moan, one hand lazily fisting his cock as the other came up to dip a finger into you, allowing you to see stars when you screwed your eyes shut.
His fingers were so large, pressed into your core as you fucked yourself on them and his tongue in tandem. He was groaning and grunting, and you hoped his neighbours couldn’t see into the window at the desperate filth that was going on in his bedroom.
“Fuck, Joel, please,” you begged, but he had no mercy, and your orgasm was creeping up on you. He was ready to watch you come undone, pushing a second finger into you and furiously sucking on your clit. His other hand left his own pleasure and wrapped around your breast, pressing and playing with the hard nub there, pinching to provide a little bit of sting to it. It was sending you into another dimension.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” and his voice is gravely and debauched, enough to send you into your first orgasm, chanting his name and pulling on his hair. He was happily licking at you, fingers still pressing in and out as to not mess up the rhythm, as you rode out your orgasm against his face.
When you started to come down, he finally detached himself from you before standing up between your legs and pressing his broad palms to your thighs. He stayed there for a moment, cock still hard and heavy between his legs as you gazed up at him, out of breath from his work.
“You’re really good at that,” was all you could think to say, head clouded with arousal. You moved up on the bed a little, opening your legs and pressing your knees apart to show your pussy to him again.
“Please fuck me, Joel,” you breathe out, letting your hand find your own clit to rub it teasingly for him. It was still so sensitive, but the way he was looking down at you, eyes dark and stormy with need, you could almost come again just from that.
He put a knee down on the bed and crawled on top of you, his lips finding yours once again as your hands found his face. You held him there, savouring the kiss as his tongue crashed against yours, all warmth and spit and the taste of you. His hand found your breast and continued to play with your nipples, softly, coaxing more moans into his mouth from yours.
He leaned back and slipped his cock inside of you, filling you up immediately and making you gasp. He groaned into the side of your neck, tonguing the side of your ear and kissing you feverishly as he pumped in and out of you.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly close, your moans filling the room as he rocked in and out of you. He kissed your jaw and chest, before reaching down between your bodies and pressing his thick finger to your clit again, using the wetness there to draw circles around your sensitive nub.
“So pretty,” he smiles into your neck, your hand on the back of his, playing with the now-sweaty strands of hair on the nape. “So pretty for me, taking my cock,” the dirty talking is welcome as he continues to bring you closer to a second orgasm, your breath hitching once again.
“Come inside of me,” you say it like a whisper, a secret in the stillness of the room, and Joel is unsure he even heard you correctly.
“Are you sure?” He says it not accusingly, but in a way that conveys he feels like he just won the lottery.
“Yes, please, fill me up.”
You can see the way his eyes darken more, shifting so he’s on his knees and using your body to fuck himself on his thick cock. His hand continued to play with your clit, bringing you so close to your orgasm that tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. His cheeks were getting hot as he thrusted in and out furiously, and you could almost see the stress melt off of his face as he came close to his own undoing.
The white-hot feeling washes over you once again, eyes shutting before you’re back on your elbows and watching intently. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire as his thrusts become sloppy, your name pouring out of his lips like a prayer. You’re clenching around him and letting him ride out his high alongside you, slowing after his hot cum coats your walls and leaves you full of him.
He collapses on top of you, cock softening inside as you both catch your breath together. Your chests are sticky with sweat as you breathe, taking in the smell of him, and the feel of his warmth on your body.
He pulls himself from you and flops beside you, still taking a moment to admire you. You look over at him, a lazy smile on your face as your hand reaches out to caress the skin of his chest. He takes the time to run his fingertips up your arms and back as you lay there in silence together, just soaking in the moment in a post-sex glow.
“I guess I should get going,” you say after a few beats, sitting up to grab your dress off the floor. You cringe at the thought of throwing your underwear on and leaving, this being just another random hookup for you that never lead to anything. Joel was sweet.
A confused look spreads across his features and his brows knit together, before sitting up next to you at the edge of the bed.
“I mean, I don’t know how these things usually go,” he laughs, as his hand finds your lower back. “But you don’t gotta run outta here like a scared animal or somethin’.”
You look up at him again, unsure of what to do next. In your, albeit limited, experience with dating app hookups, you were expected to leave pretty much right after.
“Oh, um,” you look around the room at the soft worn-in sheets and the TV across from Joel’s bed. You take a look at him again, your eyes meeting his to match his gaze, where you can tell he’s mentally begging that you’ll stay the night.
“I mean, if you don’t mind, I’d be happy to stay.” Joel smiled lopsidedly and let his hand rub soothing circles at your lower back.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he laughs, stepping over to go into the bathroom and warm up a cloth for the mess spilling out from between your legs. “I wouldn’t mind wakin’ up and doing all that again tomorrow.”
You laugh and lay back onto his bed as he presses the warm cloth to your pussy, his lips once again finding yours to pull you in for a sweet kiss.
You nod, sliding between the comfortable sheets as Joel runs downstairs to grab your abandoned drinks as well as a couple of bottles of ice cold water. He slips into the sheets next to you, not bothering to throw on any pajamas (not that you were complaining), and settling in beside you. After a few gulps of water, you nestled into his chest and let your hand find his tummy, resting on it as you listened to the even pattern of his breath.
“We should do this again. Like, after tomorrow morning.” you say quietly as you’re drifting in and out of sleep. His fingertips continues to slide across your arm and give you goosebumps as you snuggled closer into him, hearing a laugh exhale out of his nose and feeling a kiss press to the top of your head.
In his sleepy, deep southern drawl, he replies. “Don’t have to ask me twice, darlin’.”
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angel hear me out… joel’s daughter!reader x abby???? like imagine the tensionnnnn between them, maybe jerry and joel have some ongoing beef and absolutely despise each other which leads abby to fuck joel’s perfect little daughter! who definitely didn’t awoke abby’s daddy kink 😶
i just added this to my list of prompts … i wanted to write it directly as a response to this ask but it’ll take me a bit to write so omg i LOVE this idea!!!!!! poor joel :/ omg and abs n u are constantly stinging each other and abby being the genius that she is just has those insane comebacks and one day puts you in your place OH MY GOSHHHHHH !!!! oh my gosh . i’m hyped thank u for this anon <3333
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🍝 thinking of bradley bradshaw adopting a pet from a shelter that he’d name something creative goose… what do you think would happen? would he end up doing it or do you think you’d surprise him with baby goose who has an old soul and loves it when you guys put some of his parents’ favourite records on (okay i’m gonna shut up and leave it to you)
thank you for considering and i hope u have the best day or night <3
hi @bradshawed! yes, i love this idea! here are my thoughts on adopting a dog with bradley:
Adopting Pet(s) with Bradley Bradshaw
it's after a few months-long of a deployment that bradley insists on revisiting the subject. sure, you've talked about it before, but it's after this particular deployment that he really gets serious. not only does he want you to have something to keep you company for next time, but he wants to put down roots, just more proof that he's ready to settle down with you.
for whatever reason, i absolutely see bradley bradshaw with a dog, at least at first. after all the hot welcome home sex, the follow saturday the two of you head to an adoption event where adoption fees are waived and pets can be brought home that day.
"yes, we can go but i really think we should take our time with our choice. this is permanent, baby, so let's make sure the dog's gonna be the right fit for... our little family," you explain to him.
the two of you walk through the rows of crates and playpens of enthusiastic dogs, ready for cuddles, and despite bradley's own set of adorable puppy eyes with each dog he holds, none of them feel right.
it's not till you're just about to leave that the two of you stumble upon a sleepy quiet dog, one that must not have gotten noticed because he isn't as outgoing as the others.
"he's six years old. and everyone wants a puppy," one of the vet techs explains. you look into his eyes and he has the oldest soul, the sweetest, gentlest, kindest eyes and you know that he's the one.
"i know that you think we should wait but-," bradley begins, having already fallen in love with your future son. "yes. yes, i think he's the one."
so the two of you build your dreams, and a family with the goodest boy in all of the world. picking a name comes easier than you thought. after a few days of living with you, he begins barking as soon as goose's old jerry lee lewis record makes it into your vinyl rotation.
"what's wrong, boy? what do you see?" bradley asks him. "babe, i think he likes the music," you giggle, totally in love with the new addition to your family. "so we call him 'goose.'" "we call him, goose."
how you and bradley get a cat: you spend six wonderful months as a solo pet owner, and goose as an only child, before a neighborhood stray starts coming around. you hadn't planned on taking him in, just feeding him every now and then, until you realize that bradley's been feeding him every day, which is why keeps coming back. he's so friendly and cuddly, and while hesitant at first, has met goose a few times in the backyard too.
bradley has a long weekend of on base training, and when he comes home sunday night, you're practically pushing him out onto the front porch to talk first. you've even buttered him up by making his favorite dinner so that he's more likely to say 'yes.'
"what's going on?" he asks you. "okay, don't kill me. but... i sort of... did something. don't freak out... but i kinda let the cat in. you know. your favorite neighborhood stray. and he won't leave. "are you serious?"
as bradley comes inside, your shared home smelling like his favorite meal, goose is curled up on the couch while the stray kitty sleeps curled in a ball on top of the back of the couch. while neither of you were planning on adding to your family so soon, he looks at the two of them, then back to you, and he doesn't have the heart to say no.
"so... we have a cat now." "yeah, i think we have a cat now."
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just because you just answered an ask about kon stories i am still made at the superboy man of tomorrow for setting up such an interesting arc with kon feeling superfluous to the superfamily, and clark not even noticing for a while that he’s left the planet, for such a supremely average comic and kon hand waving clark’s single attempt at an apology like it didn’t matter.
I one hundred percent agree with you, but I also feel like...it's almost not the Superboy mini's fault it was mid, because...what the hell kind of character development are we going to get out of any miniseries? Especially in the 2020s, where all miniseries are like, Issue 1: Introduce the concept; Issues 2-5: Nonstop action!; Issue 6: I guess we have to wrap things up now? There's no room for any kind of character or relationship growth because contemporary comic book storytelling simply isn't structured that way.
I did a deep dive into 80s/90s Superman comics a few months ago, and one thing that really struck me was how much time they spent on character. There were a billion subplots and every supporting character got one. Every issue told me not just what was going on for both Superman and Clark Kent, but what was going on with Lois, Jimmy, Ma and Pa, Perry, Perry's wife, Perry's terrible son Jerry, Cat Grant, Pete Ross and Lana Lang, Jose Delgado (MISS U JOSE, COME BACK TO ME), Professor Hamilton, Lex, and usually a handful of other antagonists. Pete and Lana didn't even live in Metropolis or Smallville or hang out with any of the other main characters, and the comics were still constantly like "Better check in on Pete and Lana!" And it never felt overfull, because the comics were structured to keep the central plot moving forward while always juggling multiple narrative balls, so that when, for example, Superman finished saving Cat from Morgan Edge and Intergang, the latest Jimmy plotline would be ready to take center stage.
I'm mostly enjoying the current era of Superbooks because I like seeing all my blorbos, but I'm frustrated too, because they finally have the whole Superfamily all hanging out all the time and they haven't actually done anything with it but let them all strike a dramatic pose on a splash page once per issue. (And, I guess, hint vaguely that various characters feel insecure - Kon, Jon, Kara, Karen - but never ever ever let those hints become satisfying stories.) Between Superman and Action Comics (especially when the latter was still an anthology book), they absolutely have the page count to tell a story about whatever villain Clark is currently fighting...and also Lois's struggles to lead up the Planet while Perry is in the hospital, and also Jon adjusting to not being the baby anymore in the face of his own lost childhood, and also Kon coming to terms with the Lex side of his DNA, and also Kara getting to do literally anything interesting, and also Kenan adjusting to living in America (...is he???), and so on. They're just letting a limited story bloat to fill the page count, instead of adding more story.
I mean. I cannot imagine picking up a Superman book in 1989 and not knowing what a character's job was or where they lived. Where the fuck do Kara or Kenan live? Is Jon living at home? How did the Kents fit two extra children in their apartment, then? What the hell does Jon do all day if he gave up on school after 20 minutes? If Kon is still in high school as that one terrible backup story implied, why is it not a problem for him to go into space for weeks or spend every day in Metropolis? Is Kenan commuting from China? Do Kara and Natasha have jobs? WHAT DO THESE PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY ARE NOT SPLASH PAGE POSING???
Anyway. All that was a little beside the point of what you asked, but I think my point was: we're never going to get anything satisfying with Kon (or Jon, or Kara, or anyone else) until a) he gets to take up space in an ongoing that b) is concerned with something more than fighting the latest villain or Shocking Revelations.
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When you get a chance of course, I'd love to see a fic where reader is in babyspace and E is playing on the floor with them and maybe Jerry and him are doing crawling races with them and showing all the noises their toys can make. I know it's not very descriptive but I just had this idea where E is on the floor with them and tickling them and reader just being super giggly and I want it so bad :(
this was such a cute request but lowkey didn't like how this came out :( hope u enjoy tho !!!
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you don't remember when it happened or how it happened, but you slipped deeper than usual while with jerry and elvis today. elvis had walked in on you crying on the kitchen floor cause you couldn't open a bottle of juice.
thankfully, jerry knew how to take care of a little you. he was completely okay with you being little and loved helping elvis out when he could.
in the midst of their meeting, you were sat on the floor in the jungle room, elvis on the side of you wiggling a rattling toy in your face to keep you preoccupied while he spoke over something important that you honestly didn't care about nor could you understand.
“...and i was thinkin’ after the tour we could go up to hawaii. take a break for a week.” elvis added, “think this little one might enjoy the beach for a bit.” he chuckled.
jerry perked his lips up at you, nodding and making note on his notepad.
you looked up at jerry who was sitting on the couch across the room. smirking at him, you pulled yourself up and crawled over to him. “jer-” jerry looked down at you as you tugged on the leg of his pants. “down! down!”
“what's-”
“i think they want ya on the floor too. c'mon jer, carpets clean, you'll be fine.” elvis got himself on his knees, crawling over to you.
watching elvis crawl just like you did blew your mind, causing you to come up with a little game in your head. you crawled back to where you were earlier, away from them both. “now where are you goin’?” he asked.
jerry brought himself to the floor, sitting on his knees. elvis and jerry both crawled over to you. you only crawled back again, giggling softly.
elvis gasped and hit jerry softly. “jerry, go get ‘em! they're runnin’ away from us again.” jerry only nodded and crawled after you, just for you to crawl away to elvis.
“c'mon, y/n.” jerry laughed. “what's goin’ on?”
you hid behind elvis as jerry came back to you. it was an ongoing game of jerry chasing you for what felt like an eternity until he finally grabbed you by the waist, falling back as you giggled again, making grabby hands for elvis. “nuh-uh. you're mine now!”
elvis finally stood up and went over to the two of you, picking you up and falling back on the couch, setting you in his lap. “don't worry baby, i ain't gonna let that evil man become your new daddy.”
jerry scoffed, standing up. “evil? i just planned out your schedule for the month and you wanna call me evil?”
“you hear somethin’?” he raised an eyebrow, looking down at you.
you shrugged and escaped his lap, sitting on the floor again in front of the couch to go back to playing with your toys. you held your favorite rattle up, shaking it as elvis and jerry chatted among themselves again. elvis joined you on the floor again, throwing an arm around your shoulder.
there was a spread of various toys in front of you, all of which you picked up and made as many noises as you could. you shook every rattle, mostly while jerry was trying to talk. elvis smiled over at you, kissing you on the cheek and tickling your side. “my sweet yittle baby. aren't you just a happy baby?”
“mmm!” you hugged elvis tightly.
jerry looked at the two of you, arms crossed.
elvis’s eyes wandered to jerry, grinning. “i think somebody needs a hug.”
you shot your head up and turned to jerry, already making plans to throw yourself on top of him in your head.
jerry saw the look in your eyes, gulping. “oh god.”
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I'd love to know your thoughts on member dynamics during any Jikook dust ups over the years. Note: I believe Jimin is the original OT7er, and I agree with you that he probably put the group's needs ahead of their relationship. Every relationship has growing pains, though. Anyway, I tend to think Tae would side with whoever he thought was right in that moment. He definitely didn't like JK's tendency to be possessive of Jimin's time, in my opinion, and I think all the members probably checked JK on that at some point. I flip back and forth with Hobi b/c I think he's a peacemaker and probably wouldn't take sides. I'm not sure about Namjoon and Jin. Namjoon, being leader, I don't think he'd pick sides, but he did push back on JK's possessiveness in terms of skinship. I think Suga wouldn't give a flip.
Added bonus: this edit which I find funny though I haven't seen the original interaction to see where the creator took liberties, if any. I've seen Tkkrs use this clip as a "hey, Taekook approves of Yoonmin" moment, but, LOL, how? To me it reads more like Tae acting as a Jeon satellite assistant moment. Anyway, it's a cute edit. (I'm getting that error message that it's not a complete link.)
Oh no. Couldn't get the link 😪
Tarheeeeeeel. This is one hell of a question. But since you didn't say a break up i think it's quite easy. I believe all the members would listen to both sides and support the one they think is right. It wouldn't be about Jimin or JK it would be about reason. I think the Tannies are adult and mature enough to do this. So that's my answer. They would go by logic. And I can see RM and Jhope not even picking sides but rather talking to them and trying to get to the root of the issue.
So All would go by logic.
Except Suga.
U knew this was coming. C'mon. I don't even think Suga needs a reason; he is supporting Jimin no matter what.
Listen. Yoonkook are not close. 🤭🤭 How many ships are there in BTS? 22? 24? And out of all of them I would put Yoonkook at the bottom. Whatever number is last that's where I'm putting Yoonkook.
Disclaimer: Suga and JK love eo like all members love eo. At no point should you think I'm insinuating otherwise while you read this post.
But yeah. If I was to rate JK's ships I would put Yoonkook last. If we thought tkk was boring as a unit what about ykk? We all watched Irish bomb, come on now. There ain't no chemistry there either. This TT i shared here i would swap Tkk for Ykk. I mean, we talked about GCF Helsinki and Suga is the only one who remained dull and uncoloured.
And you know what? I don't blame JK. If someone kept looking at my boyfriend's ass and drooling over him plus checking him out when he showed a little skin, he wouldn't be my favourite member either. 🤷🏽♀️
So that's which side members are taking when Jikook fight or argue. I wanna talk about if God forbid there was a break up. Simply because I wanna hear what you guys think also.
So if Jikook were over (not gonna happen but if they were) and it wasn't amicable and members were forced to choose sides,
Let's start from the top. Who gets RM during the divorce? What do we know about RM and Jikook? We know Jimin is his confidant. We know he goes to Jimin when he's stuck and doesn't know the way forward. We know he and Jimin are always having heavy in depth talks and Jimin is always there for him. So I think Jimin gets RM during the divorce. Minimoni are legit.
Jin. We know after Jimin, JK is closest to Jin. The oldest member basically raised him. JK is Jin's baby y'all.❤ Tom and Jerry, they get along splendidly and there is never a dull moment when Jinkook are together. Even though Jimin has been there for Jin emotionally too, I personally think JK gets Jin in the divorce.
Suga. Do I need to say it? 😂😂 This dude is a no brainer. Of course Jimin gets Suga during the divorce.
Jhope. Another no brainer. This is Jimin's person. His best friend. His soulmate. His roommate for life. He knows where all the bodies are buried, Jimin trusts him explicitly. When JK messes up Jhope cannot wait to tell Jimin so yeah, I think we know who's side he would be on. 😂
Last but not least, V. Hmm... Kim Taehyung is a wild card. With him,
If you had asked me this before recent developments, I would have said Jimin gets V in the divorce. Easy. But now? Now Idk. He could be team Jimin, could be team JK, could refuse to pick a side and go wooga squad away. Who knows 🤷🏽♀️ As it stands I just dk who V would choose. Would love to hear y'alls thoughts though...
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I heard this rumor that Lua would be Jake's future gf lol. So, I have this request.
Could you write something fluff and a bit angst about Jake's s/o is being jealous and anxious when they heard rumor that Jake has a crush on Lua (which is not true). His s/o is stressed out because of the rumor and then his s/o wants to take a hiatus on their relationship, at first Jake doesn't agree with their demand, and so the rest is up to you. If this request kinda weird, you can ignore it. Thankyou
clearing things up (jake x reader)
details: soft angst-y oneshot, gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and jake have been dating for a good while
summary: the rumor going around about your boyfriend beginning to love someone else is starting to make you anxious.
a/n: no worries, i like this request idea !! :] thank u for requesting <33 also apologies if i added more angst than fluff T_T
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Honestly, you were happy for Lua for starting to get more welcomed into Big Deal instead of having practically every man except Jason, Brad, and Lineman run away the second they heard her name but... oh, why did people have to start whispering that now that Jake wasn't scared of her anymore, he was starting to have a crush on her?
"Obviously he doesn't... right?"
The second that thought entered your head, you knew you were being ridiculous, but you couldn't ignore it. How could you when it was pretty much the only thing occupying your mind these days? And if the rumors weren't bad enough, you felt like you were beginning to see why said rumors started in the first place.
Lua and Jake looked like they got along really well. They were always so smiley and laughing with one another, and as No. 5 and No. 1 of Big Deal respectively, they spent a lot of time scheming together. Not to mention, Lua was quite attractive and her occasional idiocy was endearing. Her sharp attitude was also charming. It would be no surprise if Jake found himself falling for her.
You sighed, beginning to grow frustrated with yourself. You couldn't believe you were letting this stress you out. All it would take to relieve yourself of it would simply be to ask Jake but you just couldn't. It felt like you would only make a fool out of yourself if you did. Plus, you were worried you might get branded as the crazy, overly-jealous partner.
If anything, you've quietly been asking Jake for more reassurance about your relationship with him but that was about it. His words helped for a while, and then when they faded, you would be back to square one.
"I don't know what to do." A deep frown formed on your face. "Maybe all I need is a break from everything and then I can come back with a clear head and realize how dumb I sound later. Then I'll just pretend nothing ever happened and I was totally never bothered by these rumors about my boyfriend being romanticallly interested in someone else."
You put your head in your hands, shutting your eyes. "I still sound ridiculous but if this is what it takes..." Taking a deep breath, you hastily stood up and went to find Jake.
Thankfully, he wasn't around Lua when you found him so you felt like you would be less likely to back track from your sudden plan.
"Jake, can I talk to you privately?"
He turned to wink at you, saying, "Why of course," and then turned back to Jerry to tell him he'll be back. He stood up from his seat and strolled over to you, casually snaking an arm around your waist to rest his hand there. "We need to go into a room or is it a quick thing?"
Forget what you thought earlier. The gentle smile on his face already made you want to back track--but you couldn't let your stress pile up anymore than it already was. Getting space from Jake was probably your only solution. So, you decided to proceed with your idea. "A room."
"Lead the way, love."
You nodded and ended up taking the both of you into a random empty office nearby. After locking the door, you took a deep breath and Jake's smile faltered a little bit when he noticed your mood.
Despite that, he still tried to crack a joke, "Did you get in trouble?"
"No," you replied, laughing a little dryly. You crossed your arms and kept your gaze low, afraid of seeing his reaction to what you were about to say.
"So what's the problem?"
"I think..." You paused. Gulping felt like it hurt your throat, and you noticed your fingers digging into your arms. "We should take a break from each other." When he didn't reply with anything for a while, you looked up to see a very confused Jake.
"Uh..." His brows were very narrowed, with somewhat squinted eyes and a slightly opened mouth to top his expression off. "What?"
A grimace made its way onto your face. "Let me clarify, I'm not saying we should break up. I just." You moved one arm to gesture vaguely. "Need a break."
"Okay, I can understand that." Jake continued to stare at you. "I don't understand what that has to do with our relationship, though. If you want me to leave you alone for a few days, I can do that, no problem. But to put our relationship on hold...?" He frowned. "Did I do something wrong? Or are you moving away for a bit?"
"It's nothing like that." Guilt was strangling you with how easily that semi-lie slipped out of your mouth. "I just need to clear my head--"
"Listen, I believe you." Jake took a careful step closer to you. "But this isn't something you would just do out of the blue. Please, let me know if I did something wrong. We can work this out as long as you talk."
You took a step back in response. "It's not you. I've just not been feeling right lately and I don't want it to affect you."
"Will you at least give me an idea of why you're feeling that way? Maybe I can help you with it."
The longer this dragged on, the more you felt regretful. You wished Jake had just agreed but maybe him being this pushy out of concern should be plenty proof that he loved you and only you. Doubt lingered in you, still.
"Please?" He softly pleaded, "I promise I'll leave you alone after. I just want to know what's hurting you and if I can help do something about it. I can't possibly turn a blind eye and leave you to suffer alone."
"Jake." You tried to force a smile, but it came out lopsided. "It's nothing you have to be worried about."
"Come on, I know you better than that." It looked as if he wanted to step closer and embrace you, but you stepping away earlier when he came closer to you earlier made him hesitate. "What's hurting you?"
"It's okay, just forget it--"
"Wait, it's Lua, isn't it?"
Your eyes widened. Unlike how you stiffened, Jake loosened up and even began to chuckle as soon as he saw your reaction.
"It is!" Relief was very evident in his voice. He let out a breath that seemed like he had been holding it back and ran a hand through his hair, keeping it there for a moment. "You seriously scared me."
"Um." You couldn't even begin to describe the emotions running through you at the moment. Confusion for sure, but why were you also feeling weirdly relieved yourself?
"I thought I did something wrong so I was racking my brain to try to remember if I did something to hurt you, when it turns out it was nothing like that." This time Jake didn't hold back from walking towards you and enveloping you into a warm hug. "You're really cute, you know that?"
"...What?" That was about all you could react with at the moment.
"I said you're cute. And please don't be jealous of Lua."
If you were just stiff before, you were completely frozen now. With the added bonus of very warm cheeks.
"There's no one I love more than you in the world, so you never have to worry. Besides, I only see Lua as a friend. She's like my annoying, scary little sibling, and you're my lovely partner." You didn't get a chance to reply as he quickly added, "Wait, is this why you've been asking me for more lovey dovey stuff lately?"
Well. This was embarrassing. It was like he had seen right through you. In a way, it was touching. As in, of course your boyfriend would know you this well.
You stammered out a reply and Jake just seemed amused. He patiently waited though, until you eventually were able to string together, "You're... not mad?"
He hummed. "Not mad, but I am a little disappointed."
The honesty stung a little but you completely understood why he felt the way he did.
Jake pulled back from the hug to look at you, lips curved downwards. "What did you think I was going to react with if you told me you felt jealous of Lua?"
You were quick to break eye contact. "I'm sorry. I was worried you were going to think I was overreacting or something." Admitting the truth filled you with guilt and embarrassment. "And it wasn't just Lua, it was the rumors surrounding her, too. Basically everyone's been saying you like her and she likes you."
"Ugh, I told those guys to shut it..." muttered Jake, before softening his look to ask you, "Were all those rumors stressing you out?"
You nodded. "I guess it's mostly my own fault, but the weeks of stress from them made me act irrational. That's why I even came up to you and told you I wanted to take a break." You put your hands over your face. "I just... I thought that was my only solution. If I got away from everything to cool off, then I could come back and be fine. And you would have never known I got stupidly jealous--"
"Hey, your feelings are entirely valid." Jake took your hands and gently guided them off your face. "If I was in your situation, I would be feeling jealous, too. I'm not blaming you for anything." He then leaned down and gave you a quick, but meaningful kiss. "But next time, tell me what's wrong instead of trying to run away, okay? I'm your boyfriend, I'll be by your side no matter what to hear you out."
Slowly, you began to smile. His words made your heart feel full and you regretted trying to be reckless. "Okay. I'm sorry again."
"I forgive you already, so don't worry," he replied with a chuckle. "We can put this behind us, and I'll make sure to talk to the guys who started the rumors."
You nodded and asked, "You know them?"
"Yeah, you know how earlier I said I told 'those guys' to shut up? That's what I mean. I guess I'll have to be more upset with them." He laughed a little awkwardly. "I'm sorry they caused so much trouble, I'm sure they didn't mean it."
"Oh... it's alright."
The conversation trailed off, leaving the two of you to just stand around. After a moment, Jake put his hands on his hips and said, "That's that, huh? Let's get outta here." He smiled when you hummed in agreement and the both of you left the office, feeling relieved.
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A few hours after your confession, everywhere you went, you had the men of Big Deal bowing at you and yelling out apologies. Apparently the guys Jake had lectured ended up spreading the news again and now everyone knew you had gotten jealous and were sorry for making you feel that way (Jake apologized for this as well).
Honestly you weren't sure if this was worse than before or not, but at least you didn't feel guilty anymore. And it was nice to hear apologies, but it was still embarrassing. Even Lua came up to you at some point to apologize.
The last few weeks had been messy but at least you were content again.
#lookism x reader#jake kim x reader#jake kim#im not rlly a fan of how this came out but if i look at it any longer im going to combust im so sorry#requests
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Peter Tork with Russian poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko, Toby and Bob Rafelson and others in Honolulu, December 1966; Davy Jones, Micky Dolenz, and Peter onstage in Honolulu on December 3, 1966. Photos by KRLA Beat, Jerry Y. Chong for the Honolulu Advertiser, unnamed (including a screenshot from Peter’s My Generation interview), Honolulu Star-Advertiser.
“The Honolulu International Center Arena was jammed when The Monkees took the stage. Even Russian poet Yevgeny Yevutshenko was there to see what the Monkees could do.
The Monkees — David Jones, Mike Nesmith, Peter Tork and Micky Dolenz — are an ingenious combination of music and mirth. They sing fairly well — when you can hear them between the screams — but what they lack in vocal finesse, they make up in stage presence. Talk about energy! […] Micky’s take-off […] on James Brown — and remember those gaudy aloha shirts that were used? — featured some fancy footwork and from-the-heart wailing. It, easily, was the evening’s highlight.
Perhaps the favorite Monkee was David who, with puppy-dog eyes and long, flowing hair, was the best-overall performer. His Broadway stage experience — he was in Oliver — was very much in evidence when he belted out ‘The Joker’ and ‘I Wanna Be Free.’
Peter, too, was a sensation when he plucked his banjo (he’s usually on guitar) and chanted a folk tune. He had a Ringo-like naivete, and looked like the Dutch Boy on the cleanser.
Mike, unfortunately, gets into the act too infrequently. He has the makings of a real charmer — he’s a funny fellow — but he lets his buddies take the spotlight. […] The Monkees were dynamite.” - Wayne Harada, The Honolulu Advertiser, December 5, 1966
“Mike also does a very funny imitation of L.B.J. and during the hour and a half takeover of KPOI by the Monkees, he demonstrated this in what has to be the funniest newscast ever, anywhere. ‘Peter Tork, Honolulu, and Mike Nesmith, Honolulu,’ did a Huntley-Brinkley five minutes that proved their ad lib and improvisational ability.
Mike reported, ‘President Johnson called the United Nations today and asked U Thant if he might be a little more familiar with him and call him “U.”’ Peter chimes in, ‘And he replied, “Nu.”’
[Micky] Dolenz was having such a ball playing disc jockey [(]’Hi there everybody, this is the [Micky] the D show on KPOI’) that he begged for permission to come back and do the all night show.
[…] During their hectic airport arrival last week, the Monkees were mobbed when several hundred screaming teenaged girls broke through a restraining rope. Their limousine was surrounded, but all the boys got inside except Peter Tork who was forced to climb on top [of] the car in the rush. One of the show’s promoters saw the car start to pull away and leaped on the trunk to try to keep Peter form falling.
As the car sped down the runway, a safe distance away from the mob of girls still chasing after it, Peter turned to the passenger clinging to the trunk and said calmly, ‘Tom Moffatt, I presume?’ He was right!
During the ride in from the airport, some enterprising fan pulled alongside the Monkees’ car and handed a wool hat to Mike Nesmith, who still clutched it as they checked into the Royal Hawaiian Hotel.
As they rested in their rooms on arrival, devouring fresh pineapple as if they hadn’t eaten in weeks and listening to the radio, Mike said in his Texas drawl, ‘How come it’s so low?’ Although it seemed a normal level to me, he walked over and turned it louder than radio has ever been in the Royal.
The Monkees clown among themselves just as much as they do before an audience.
The Saturday night show was sold out even before the group arrived Thursday afternoon.
The Monkees demonstrated that they were actors, performers and showmen, and in live performances, that is what’s important, what with all the screaming that inevitably goes on.” - Dave Donnelly, Honolulu Star-Bulletin, December 7, 1966
“[W]e went to Hawaii and then we did our first hour long show. [...]
We started off with just the four of us and then we broke down and solo turns with the backup band, the opening act band came out and backed us up for solo turns — and then they left and we finished the hour, just the four of us. We did an hour that way. It was nerve-wracking because we’d never played an hour in front of people before and we had a few ideas and we tried them and they didn’t work very well.
But it was an out-of-town tryout. We were in Hawaii (laughs) and word was not gonna get back if we were really, really terrible. (laughs)” - Peter Tork, Rock Cellar Magazine, 2016
#Peter Tork#Davy Jones#Micky Dolenz#Michael Nesmith#The Monkees#Monkees#Tork quotes#1960s#60s Tork#10s Tork#Bob Rafelson#et al#<3#'Peter too was a sensation when he plucked his banjo' :)#Peter deserved better#Tork performances#screenshots#Monkees fans#sorry about the picture quality of some of these#long read#where are the KPOI radio takeover tapes?#Tork fan recollections#1966#Rock Cellar Magazine#Honolulu Star-Bulletin#The Honolulu Advertiser#can you queue it
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SEPTEMBER 16TH HORROR WATCH
Helluva Boss (2020) Pilot, 1x1
Web series
Hell board room
WHOLE FURRY WOW
tv ad about murder advertisement
Are you going to crush my music theater dreams
IS THAT FUCKING INVADER ZIM
Immediate murder professionals IMP
They uh have clients who got sent to hell who still want to revenge folks on earth
What the fuck is insurance
Oh the boss is hitting on the furry great 😒
Stole a book to get to earth
From a ...king of hell?
Furry is a bad employee assault
Kicked a baby
Lol we are not family we are employees
Lol why is the boss spying on his employees like at home like their personal life, like dinner
Two married employees def invader zim
They fuvking threw the body from the sky alright I'mma google to confirm but if that's not invader zim that's the worlds best impressionation
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That invader zim guys name is DICK
It's totally him though
1x1
Oh lordt another song
Why the fuck do you know Jerry husband's birthday
That's a Windows 95
Cheater
Misogyny isn't an interesting bit when you're already in literal hell
She threw that kid into the sky
Not her first, NEVER THE HUSBAND SO IRRITATING
Lol the kids
Oh no
How does it feel to have survived crazy bitch
Not Australian?!!
Um is the animation also invader zim adjacent
Like the city scapes look / obvs the pointy stuff
I'm not looking that up
That's a specifically texas dig or generically American dig?
How a human get a drop on a demon
Scream tone??
The creepy king guy again
The whole family are sadistic
He called the cops and the fire bombed the house
1x2
Another song
The little prince??
I think u that's literal
Monogamy in hell
Wonderful
Another threesome reference
Body guard
Shameless flirting
Not doing spy acrobatics
Another song
Step right up and win a thing
Ornate weapons
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How to Shop For Hair Extensions Online
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Hi big sexy looking great eating your icecream I bet that 1 container of Ben & Jerry's goes down into your big belly so easy....
I bet given a little time to rest or watch a movie and there could be room again in your belly for more...
Oh yea the thigh highs look so good. Must give u a work out pulling them on..... that would be fun to see
Hnngh, I always thought about having a second pint of B&J but I'm careful with dairy lol~
But I would be up for something else!
Now saying that, I had a huge take out order after that the same day, here is what I got!
You could also grab some stuff from my snack drawer, I updated it!
Nuts, dried fruits, cans of soda and even stuff to mix with water! (all beverages without sugar or added sweeteners!)
Let's say I was ... pretty full but I guess with some more tenderness, care and love I could've slammed some dessert down too!
Thank you for your ask, anon! <3
#ask spike#snack game is ON#weight gain#bhm#bhm weight gain#getting fatter#stuffer#fatty#feedist#chubby belly#belly play#belly button
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Possessed: Voodoo’s Origins and Influence from the Blues to Britney
Blissed-out, ecstatic union with our divine selves — we seek it at raves and rock concerts, and in the desert with the Burning Man. I try to get there when I’m jamming with my band — but I didn’t realize until I wrote The Language of the Blues: From Alcorub to Zuzu how much this longing relates to West African spirituality, and the Voodoo concept of possession.
Vodou (the proper Kreyol/Creole spelling of Voodoo) is a neo-African religion that evolved in the New World from the 6000-year-old West African religion Vodun. This was the religion of many slaves brought from West Africa to the Americas and the Caribbean.
Vodun was brutally repressed by slave-owners, yet its powerful beats, ethics and aesthetics endured. We owe our concepts of cool, soul and rock and roll to it.
The roots of rock are in a West African word for dance — rak. As Michael Ventura wrote in his important essay on rock music, “Hear that Long Snake Moan”:
The Voodoo rite of possession by the god became the standard of American performance in rock’n’roll. Elvis Presley, Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis, James Brown, Janis Joplin, Tina Turner, Jim Morrison, Johnny Rotten, Prince — they let themselves be possessed not by any god they could name but by the spirit they felt in the music. Their behavior in this possession was something Western society had never before tolerated.
Vodou possession is not the hokey demon-possession of zombie movies; it’s a state of union with the divine achieved through drumming, dancing and singing. It’s becoming “filled with the Holy Ghost” in the Pentecostal Christian tradition or attaining yogic bliss through the practice of kirtan, singing the names of God — Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna.
In the Yoruba culture of West Africa, being able to connect with one’s inner divinity is called coolness (itutu). In Yoruba morality, generosity indicates coolness and is the highest quality a person can exhibit. In American culture, we say that nice person is cool, or that a musician “has got soul.” We notice “Southern hospitality.”
The Trans-Atlantic slave trade carried these ideas to the New World, particularly as slavers burrowed inward from Senegambia on the West African coast to the Kingdom of Dahomey, a Vodun stronghold.
Dahomey spread across much of today’s Togo, Benin and Nigeria and was heavily involved in the slave trade. Vodun practitioners were shipped overseas by the thousands when the Fon people of Benin conquered their neighbors, the Ewe, in 1729. Many Fon were also kidnapped and traded into slavery in exchange for textiles, weapons, brass pots, Venetian beads and other European goods.
Vodun is a Fon-Ewe word meaning God or Great Spirit. This supreme creator was represented as the giant snake Dan carrying the universe in its coils. Today, in Haiti and American Vodou strongholds like New Orleans, Dan is worshiped as Damballah, the Grand Zombie (the Bantu word nzambi means God). He’s John Lee Hooker’s “Crawling Kingsnake”.
Branching off from this almighty God-force are spirit-gods called loa. During Vodou ceremonies, a loa may descend the center post of the temple to possess or “ride” a worshiper who has reached a sufficiently high state of consciousness. The morality implicit in this is stated in the Haitian proverb, “Great gods cannot ride little horses.”
Vodun practices like drumming were definitely noticed by nervous colonists who had imported fierce warriors and tribal priests to work their farms. After a deadly rebellion in the South Carolina colony in 1739, the colonists realized slaves were using talking drums to organize resistance. The Slave Act of 1740 in South Carolina barred slaves from using “drums, horns, or other loud instruments.” Other colonies followed suit with legislation like the severe Black Codes of Georgia.
Soon, religious repression was in full swing. Slaves caught praying were brutally penalized, as this excerpt from Peter Randolph’s “Slave Cabin to the Pulpit” recounts:
In some places, if the slaves are caught praying to God, they are whipped more than if they had committed a great crime. Sometimes, when a slave, on being whipped, calls upon God, he is forbidden to do so, under threat of having his throat cut, or brains blown out.
Vodun practitioners taken as slaves to plantations in Haiti, Cuba, Brazil, and Jamaica were also prohibited from practicing their religion. But enslaved Vodun priests arriving in the Catholic West Indies quickly grasped similarities between their tradition of appealing to loa to intercede with God, and Catholics praying to saints for intercession. By superimposing Catholic saints over the loa, slaves created the hybrid religions Santeria (saint worship) in the Spanish Islands, Vodou in Haiti and Candomblé in Brazil.
On Aug. 22, 1791, Haitian slaves revolted on a signal from Vodou priests, who consulted their oracle to determine which military strategies would succeed. The revolutionaries defeated Napoleon Bonaparte’s army and declared independence Jan. 1, 1804, establishing Haiti as the world’s first black republic. Freaked by a successful slave revolt, the United States and Western Europe slapped economic sanctions on Haiti, turning the prosperous colony into an impoverished state that could no longer sell the products of its fields.
In 1809, Vodou arrived in the United States en masse when Haitian slave owners who had fled to Cuba with their slaves were expelled. Most relocated from Cuba to New Orleans, nearly doubling the city’s size in one year. Today, 15 percent of New Orleans practices Vodou, and it’s popular in other U.S. cities with African and Haitian communities.
Among the arriving Haitians was Marie Laveau. She became the leader of New Orleans Vodou practitioners in 1820 when she was elected the human representative of the Grand Zombie. (Former White House Social Secretary Desirée Rogers is descended from Marie Laveau.)
Laveau kept a python named Zombi, and danced with it on her shoulders while presiding over ceremonies. This image was appropriated, with other Vodou nods, for Britney Spears’s “I’m a Slave 4 U” performance at the 2001 MTV Video Music Awards.
The sensationalistic 1884 book Haiti or the Black Republic by Sir Spencer St. John, slammed Vodou as an evil cult, with gruesome descriptions of human sacrifice and black magic — some of which had been extracted from Vodou priests via torture. It became a popular source for the Hollywood screenwriters who began churning out voodoo horror flicks in the 1930s.
The first musician to bring pop-Voodoo imagery to the stage was Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, who would rise from a coffin onstage with a bone in his nose. Hawkins had intended for his hit record “I Put A Spell On You” to be a soulful ballad. But once the producer “brought in ribs and chicken and got everybody drunk, we came out with this weird version,” Hawkins admitted, adding “I found out I could do more destroying a song and screaming it to death.” Hawkins kicked off the undead craze among rockers like Alice Cooper and Marilyn Manson.
Meanwhile, despite the severe repression, Vodun practices crept into Southern black churches. Descriptions of black Baptist church services in the late 1800s and early 1900s depict the congregation dancing in a circle in a “rock” or “ring shout” as they follow the deacon, who bears a standard.
It was the deacon’s job to whip parishioners into a frenzy of fainting and speaking in tongues called “rocking the church.” The concept of a deity “riding” with a worshiper transferred to these Christian churches, where the cry “Drop down chariot and let me ride!” was often heard, as well as “Ride on!” and “Ride on, King Jesus!” This became the solidarity shout, “Right on!”
Blues singers fronting big bands, like Joe Turner and Jimmy Rushing, copied the way church solo singers belted over the choir. The radio beamed this new “shouting blues” all over black America. It was picked up by country blues singers like Muddy Waters and T-Bone Walker, who had moved to Chicago and used it with their new electrified bands. These, in turn, inspired rockers like Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, The Beatles and The Rolling Stones
Africans brought here as slaves carried with them incredibly strong aesthetic, ethical and cultural values that not only withstood the shock of their forced transplantation to the New World, but transformed and invigorated it. Their influence made us uniquely American. It’s why we respond to that Voodoo beat.
#africans#african culture#vodun#vodu#kemetic dreams#jimi hendrix#blues#jazz music#jazz#yoruba#igbo#africanspirituality#africanamericans
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When is the next horror house fic coming? Maybe they invite Y/N to go to the beach. And how would the boys feel if one of them tried to make a move on Y/N, in her bikini. 😭😭
😂😂 Sorry but no one would get even close to Y/N in her bikini, because Jason is on the job, protecting her from sin 😂😂
Except Jennifer- who is also liable to hit on Y/N. I mean, they are friends... but Y/N is a gorgeous girl and Jennifer is a RAGING SUCU-LESBIEN. But she only gets one chance- Cuz Jason does not discriminate. If he gets wind of any funny business with you two Jen is immediately voted punted off the island XD
Really the only person Y/N is totally 'safe' (Apart from Jason himself) with is Tiffany, cuz she's totally Chucky-Sexual. And Jason knows this. He and Tiff are mostly cool.
Also Patrick actually- he has SUCH little interest in Y/N XDDD Sorry. He's off tanning somewhere.
Yeah, you'd think that Carrie would be fine too, but... I mean, she's not gonna hit on reader or anything but Jason can tell that red face is not because of the heat XD She's not into Y/N or anything but you're just so pretty and she's never seen a girl in something like that before!! (Underwear doesn't count, its not as pretty)
Norman is similar but Jason doesn't have to worry about him as his 'mother' will handle it. She, on the other hand, Jason has to worry about.
Chucky wonders around (As best he can, without being seen. Ya know, since he's a doll and y'all are at the beach) making things WORSE. He is the anti Jason. Jason is THIS 👌 close to burying him.
OKAY ONTO THE MAIN DUDES.
Stu has acquired some great, big binoculars so as to... you know... spy on Y/N without Jason sqashing him. Jason still notices though and sighs.
Billy is honestly busy getting flocked by fans of his own, haha 😅 He's a pretty boy, what can I say? He half thinks it'll make Y/N jealous but she's busy picking gradually through the picnic basket Norman made for the trip, excitedly. Billy feels quite dejected.
Freddy (Who has not changed his outfit one bit, except added a Hawaiian shirt over the top of his sweater which totally defeats the point) is o b v i o u s l y occupied the whole day scheming and trying to get by Jason, getting thwarted every time obviously. His plans get more and more abstract and ridiculous like a Sylvester and Tweety cartoon, where Y/N is Tweety, he is Sylvester, and Jason is Hector the Bulldog. (God, I could make a oneshot of just those shenanigans)
Bubba is genuinly distracted, as he has never been to the beach before and is enjoying the calming effects of paddling, and rooting through rock ponds, and making sand castles. When he does notice Y/N (Since during the ride over there she was wearing something over the top so he didn't know), he just sort of... short circuits for a minute XDDD Before Jason gives him a warning look, it sinks in, and Bubba turns right around to head back to the ocean. Time to cool off. Not messing with big brother Jason today. Nope.
Predictably, a fight breaks out when Freddy snatches Stu's binoculars, Stu starts following him around complaining, Chucky tells Jason what's happening, Jason throws Freddy, Freddy ends up knocking into Bubba and sending them both the the ocean floor, that catches Billy's attention as he starts laughing, and, yeah... a brawl/verbal fray breaks out.
QUESTION- Should I include Jerry officially in the Horror House as a secondary character, like Patrick and Carrie? Like, he won't hurt you again, he's learnt his lesson, but just be sorta... around. Being himself. Some more colour, you know?
#omg i loved this XD#this will occupy my head all day XD#thank you!#but ah#in answer yo your question#i dunno really /:#i've got a couple ideas but they arent great#Horror House AU
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love me for me, it’s all i ask
Summary: Bucky meets your family, but your nerves clouds you judgment
Warnings: angst!!!
Pairing: Bf!Bucky x reader
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Dating your Bucky is filled with a mix of gentle touches, insecurities and reassurances, long yearning stares, love running so deep he had Tony install some kind of metal warmers–– so you wouldn’t shiver every time you cuddled into his arm or he decided to wrap it around your waist while you slept. It was heaven, but of course there were bumps in the road.
Dating the Bucky Barnes or what most people saw as the “Winter Soldier'' was filled with: anxious walks down the street with his hand holding your waist tightly, his natural habit of looking over his shoulder, and his need to wear a pair of black,leather gloves no matter where you went. It wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, you loved him too much for it.
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“Buck, calm down, it’ll be fine.” You chuckle, keeping your eyes on the road, yet lifting one hand off the wheel to briefly squeeze his anxious leg.
His leg stops shaking and he only nods his head, but when he realizes you can’t see he chokes out a sorry. Instead, he begins to twiddle his gloved thumbs and turns his head to look out the window. He watched the shops and trees pass by in a flur, there wasn’t much on his mind other than what he would say when he got there.
You slow the car at a red light and turn to see him in the same state. "It's okay if you want us to go back to your place, I can take a u-turn right here, and we can meet them another time." you tell him, extending your fingers to tangle with the ends of his hair.
“I’m fine doll really...just excited,” He semi-lied through his perfect teeth adding a small smile.
You were both on your way to your parents house, only ten minutes away now. Bucky coming along wasn’t anything planned.
Your mom had called two nights ago, at the same time you and Bucky snuggled in bed watching his latest fix on Hulu. Streaming platforms are something he enjoyed about the modern world. He liked that he could have things like Shirley Temple in a pinch, anytime and anywhere he wanted.
Anyway, Your mom had called, interrupting the trance Tom and Jerry had on the both of you at the moment.
“One second” you tell him, unraveling from his hold before getting hold of your phone. Bucky makes a move for the remote, but you assure him that it’s fine so he goes back to watching the cartoon.
And you answer, “Hey mom.” When Bucky heard who it was calling, he side-eyes you for a few seconds, curious.
“Hey! y/n/n, you haven’t called in awhile are you okay? Me and Snicks miss you” The call of his name causes you to hear a bark in the background.
“I’m fine, it’s literally been a day. Are you okay?” It’s not weird for her to call during this time, but nonetheless you know she has something she needs to say.
“‘Perfectly fine honey. I was calling because Daisy is coming down the day after and we’d thought it would be nice for the three of us and aunt to come down too. You’re not busy are you? Maybe you could take a quick detour and visit?” She lived alone in your childhood home, refusing to let all the memories die in the cherished home. Going as far as making you and your sister promise one of you would possess the house when she passed on.
At the mention of a little reunion, you decided it would be best to take this somewhere with more privacy. You couldn’t explain, but you thought it would be better for Buck not to hear it. He hasn’t met your family and you don’t want to pressure him into meeting them if he isn’t ready or uncomfortable. You also didn’t want to ask him...in case he wasn’t ready or comfortable.
“Uhh one second” you mute your phone, telling Bucky you’ll be in the hallway prior to giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Mom?”
“I’m here!”
“Yeah I can make it, shouldn’t be busy, it’ll likely be me though.” You pace the hallway up and down as if it was the only place to walk in the whole house.
“That’s great, okay, I’m gonna text Shirley to come by earlier so we can make a bit extra of everything”
“Extra? Isn’t it just the four of us?”
“No, honey, you know the kids and your sister said she’s bringing someone. Well I don’t know! You know how these things go”
The call goes on for a minute or more. Your mother tells you whatever information is vile and sends you a goodnight. Which you return.
“Sorry, she wanted to inform me of something” you tell him as you walk through the door. Placing your phone in charge once again and like a kitten nestling yourself into his side once again.
He lets his metal arm lay over your shoulders and you interlace your hands together.
Silence passes by and gets broken by Bucky who clears his throat to speak up. “Uhm” he starts his free hand coming up scratching the back of his neck. “Do you want me to act like I didn’t hear the conversation?
You sit up in surprise at his confession. “You heard that?!”
He sends you in an unimpressed look. His finger points to his ear then his hand hovers his body, going up and down wildly. Unimpressed at the way you forget he’s pumped in this super serum, he can’t help how far his hearing is.
“Sorry I just forget you’re not human human”
He takes a beat of silence to himself, “I’m not human human?”
“No! Baby, not like that. You know I mean like I forget that you these special abilities–– other than your arm–– inside that I can’t see...y’know”
“It's fine doll” he pulls you back into his side, “Are you going?”
“Yeah…”
“Do you need company? If not that’s fine I just wanted to ask––” he goes by the question quickly, scared that he’s made it weird between the two of you.
“You want to visit my family with me?” you ask astounded.
“Only if you’re comfortable with it?” he reassures you in a haste, a hand going to your bare thigh.
“Are you comfortable with it?” you ask.
“Baby, I just said––” he laughs in a delicate manner.
“I know, I know. Sorry. I just didn’t know you would want to, I know how anxious you get with a bunch of people, Which is fine! But I don’t want to nudge you in something like that”
“I think it would be perfect, honestly”
“I’m happy you think so” you smile.
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Currently the car parks in the driveway of your former home. The leather enveloping Bucky’s hands wring together. You don’t say much, only getting out of the car, jogging to Bucky’s side of the door, until you could open his door.
You tug him into a gentle hug. Standing between his legs once he’s adjusted himself to take every last of you in. You squeeze him once and smile when you feel the nerves and tension falling from his shoulder.
You okay?" you ask. It may seem like a dumb question at the time, but one thing you've learned about Bucky is. A simple question like that allows a spacious answer, it helps him a little more.
You don’t pull away but adjust your face to place a kiss to his cheek.
“Yeah” he breathes out. “...What if they don’t like me, we’ll still be together right?”
That question right there drops a bucketful of guilt over your head, but you know what you’re doing is right.
You pull away , after a second, letting your hands fall to each side of his neck.
"Of course Buck with or without approval you're still mine. Doesn't matter anyway, everyone will love you 'cause you're amazing." You smile, your fingers roaming over his very recently shaven under jaw.
“Thanks, doll”
“Nothing to thank me for” you give him one last squeeze, “You ready?”
“Yeah...I don’t know if I’ve told you, but you look really good today”
You wore nothing but a flowy, yellow, long sleeved surplice front dress and a pair of platform sandals.
“Stop trying to stall time!” You tease.
“I’m not. Promise I’m not” he throws his hands up in surrender, a bright smile on his face. As quick as he throws them up, they come down around your waist. “Ready when you are”
Having said that, Casual, black slacks hug his lengthy legs lackdasically. A short sleeve, white polo accentuates his waist, and his hair pulls back into a low bun.
It's so unbelonging to him. But the night before Bucky's been filling with worry about how he should dress to impress.
While you’re still standing between his bent legs and your fingers settle on his neck. You take one hand to pull the hair tie from his hair. Watching his curtains fall around his face
“Doll?—“
“I know you don’t wanna wear your hair like this, it’s fine. I promise Bucky they’ll love you.” You reassure him this time with a kiss, pulling away to entangle your fingers together.
When you go to close the door he holds up a finger. You watch him stand there hesitation on his face. Before he decides to shrug off the leather jacket and slip off his gloves.
His bionic arm is perfectly bare for anyone to see and you couldn’t be more proud when he sends a shy smile your way.
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So soon, you’re both at the doorstep, hands linked together. You knock on the door.
“Coming!” The sound of your mom’s voice brings a smile to your face, but only makes Bucky’s nerves sky rocket.
When you hear the sound of the doorknob rattling, you give in at the last moment releasing the mutual hold of your hands. In nerves you miss the gaze and frown of Bucky–– more like brush off, but you play dumb for the sake of it all.
“Y/N––” your mother starts, voice dying and a gasp let out, looking like a guppy out of water when she sees the man standing beside you. Bucky seems none the wiser. Sure he expected some kind of reaction, not like his whole isn't on blast or anything.
She composes herself when she glances at you, but you only give her a hard stare. “Hello, I’m Lisa”
“I’m Bucky...I got these for you, y/n said these were your favorites” he outstretched a bouquet of plumerias.
“Oh...Thank you so much, very thoughtful. Come in” Lisa moves out the way and you let Bucky walk ahead of you. You’re about to cross the doorway when you feel weedy fingers clasp your upper arm.
“Are you out of your mind!” she whispers in your ear.
“Can you atleast get to know him first” you tell her, catching yourself up with Bucky.
When you both were walking to the front door. The music, screaming children, so much noise was everywhere. You weren't sure how there wasn't a noise complaint from neighbours.
When you and Bucky enter the backyard to most of your family. It's like the scene from Shrek when the Kingdom meets Shrek and Fiona, as the music and everyone quiets down. You wish were joking.
It wasn't hard to notice when everyone lit up at the sight of you and then saw the Winter Soldier right next to you.
Bucky was trying to be patient, he was, but it was tiring getting the same reaction when you introduced him to your family. He could understand the shock of being in the same room as a murderer–– no that isn't him anymore or was never him to begin with.
“And this is Bucky” every single time, that’s the line you used to introduce him.
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Now you both are at a rounded table in the shade. Your sister is next to you and her boyfriend. Your aunt, her husband, and two of your closest cousins are around the table too. A plate of food in front of both of you, Bucky raves to your mom and aunt about how good the cooking is, warming your heart.
Other than that conversation flows like the sea, in a mismatched pattern. Your main priority being it doesn’t become too bare, but of course it all fails. But Bucky can only think about how the most affectionate one of the two (you) hasn’t tried to hold his hand once. Most likely isn’t appropriate to touch each other in front of her family, is what he comes up with.
“So Bucky, how are you adjusting?” your sister asks.
Oh god.
“It’s going well, not everyday is easy, but I have help” he responds, smiling down at you.
“Must be crazy how different times are, huh?” your uncle jumps in.
“Definitely” he chuckles “All the tech is cool. I will say I thought the prices before were outrageous, but nothing beats now.”
“I’ll say” your uncle agrees.
You sit back a grin on your face, enjoying the way conversation between everyone and Bucky flows. He was starting to get comfortable and your family was getting over their epiphany. He was making them––especially your uncle–– laugh which was an accomplishment in itself.
“Did you have a lot of family or siblings growing up, Bucky?” your sister asks.
You feel like you might lose your calm, why is she acting this way?
“Oh...uh. I think three. I know I had a little sister, Rebecca”
“You think?” the tilt in her voice doesn’t fly by you unnoticed. You flick her shoulder, mouthing a knock it off.
“When you’re under for so long things just start to fade y’know.” He informs her, a breathy laugh follows behind nervously as his leg bobs vigorously.
She definitely didn’t know. No one around this table could relate. Not something the average person goes through, but Bucky wasn’t thinking too much when he let the last bit out. Everyone could see the result of that with the silence that made its way back.
“How long have you guys known each other?” your aunt asks. You let out a breath of relief and gratitude.
“We’ve known each other for eight months” you answer.
You wish you could’ve taken Bucky’s words away next, “Dating for five” he publicized proudly.
You shrink into yourself at the wide eyes and wilting postures of everyone around you. Of course, at that moment your mom your mom walked over.
“Dating?!”
“You’re dating each other”
The shrill sound of their voices causes you to become more antsy.
At that moment, everything clicks for him as he turns towards you, but you don't look at him. Keeping your vision on the food on your plate.
“What?...Y/n.” you can hear the uncertainty in his voice when he calls out your name, but you won’t look at him and it’s pissing him off.
“Y/n. Do they not know we’re together?” he asks and when you finally look at him and see the furrow of his eyebrows and the lines between them. His lips in a thin line and the grip he has on the table, the guilt goes from a bucket of water to a whole tsunami.
Watching as your eyes wouldn't keep contact with him. Darting from his and to whatever was around him, is enough to answer his question. He stands up, he takes in how everyone gets startled and how your mother takes a step back.
He scoffs before making his way through the house, out the door, waiting for you outside.
You ignore the stares, keeping your head down. Rushing after Bucky. You find him standing against your car, arms crossed looking up at the sky. Taking notice of his clenched hands and the clinch of his jaw.
“Bucky––” you start lightly.
“I don’t want to talk right now” he swore, eyes staying ahead.
“Well I think we should...I didn’t tell them because I didn’t want them to judge you before getting to know the actual you?”
“Were you even there?” he questions astonished, his head whipping towards you, at your claim. “That’s bullshit and you know it”
“It’s not! You’re seeing this with tunnel vision! I just wanted them to see you for you first”
“You’re embarrassed by me! You didn’t even tell your ma––god y/n, I feel like a fucking idiot.”
“I’m not embarrassed!”
“You let go of my hand before we even walked in the house”
“Yeah so they wouldn’t know, so they could get to know you! Why aren’t you understanding?”
You're getting frustrated and you know your voices are less than quiet. Standing in the middle of the driveway like banshees.
“You know how this shit is for me...What? So if it was Steve or fucking Sam you were bringing you wouldn’t have told your family?”
“That’s different! they’re praised wherever they go, people don’t see my bucky first they see the winter soldier. I’m sorry, but it’s true I was just trying to protect you”
You try to hold back the tears on your face, your eyes stinging. With the way red rims his eyes, glazed over, and the rough breathing through his nose. You can tell he's trying to do the same.
“Take me home” he demanded, it was the end for him and he had no reason to keep hearing you spew these excuses.
“Buck?”
“I’m serious. Take me back to my apartment.” He looks away, the clue that you were going to bring him home were your footsteps distancing.
You walk back in the house with a huff, making a beeline to the table where your bag and keys were. Thankful that the table was scarce except for your sister who watched you pick your things up, like mad. Her hand comes down on your phone when you go to grab it.
“What?” you ask.
“You’re leaving?” she asks.
“Of course, I’m leaving Daisy. He wants to go home, no thanks to you.”
“Me?”
“Yes you, what was up with your awful questions?” you question her.
“Excuse me for being surprised that my little sister brought an assassin to a family reunion. Let alone dating him?” she tells you, standing her ground.
She's always been protective of you and you can understand that. Shifting the blame towards her won't do any good between you and Bucky anyway. But, you've also had enough and need to find a way to fix things.
“I’ll call you later, tell mom I said bye” you tell her, taking a brisk glance.
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You both sat knee deep in silence. Everytime you tried to take a glance at Bucky he only looked ahead, saying nothing. Hand raising up, time to time, to wipe away a tear or two . When you were at a red light or stop sign , it gave you a chance to turn your head. But, everytime you tried to take a proper look at him he'd look out the window. Leaving you to turn your head back, your grip on the wheel tight.
The moment you arrive at his complex and put the car in park, he hops out of the car. Never looking back, only grumbling, “Don’t bother calling. We’re done.”
“Bucky!” but the door slams shut and he ignores whatever you have to say.
He meant that with every being in his heart. Any time you tried to call he let it ring until it came to the point where he blocked your number. You got the hint and hadn’t seen him since.
i’ve been sitting on this for sooo long, ofc my first bucky fic is angst
if you enjoyed this pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it<3
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can u tell us more about ur skyrim au?
sure !!!! ive been thinking a lot about it too !
I imagine that the jellicles are a town of Khajiit, populating a hidden town near Eastmarch ! I think that every year they all congregate together and throw a festival for the jellicle moon as Khajiit already have ties to the moon in their heritage , i think it fits so perfectly !!
I imagine little stalls lining the streets with streamers, bunting, people chatting and celebrating the rise of the jellicle moon. I think that each stall holds a jellicle cat vendor that u can go and meet ! some sit in inns or pubs and u can go in and meet them too !!
Munkustrap runs a small shop that sells scrolls, , spellbooks , potions , story books etc that most of he wrote himself !! He’s an older poet and famous author in the town who tells you tales of papercuts , hardships in getting noticed and published and which is the best items he has on sale for the day .
Jerrie and Teazer are little rogue assassins who are known for their elite pickpocketing skills ! the player must keep their eyes out in case something on their person is taken !!!
Bustopher and Jenny are a married couple running an inn . Probably named after one of Bustophers aforementioned pubs in his song in the canonical musical . The two are mentioned to be very in love !! They offer rooms for the night , bustopher offers food that he has cooked himself and jenny will offer to patch up any clothes or damaged armour you may have !
Speaking of this particular inn , Tugger is a bard Khajiit noted for his talent and looks around the town ! You can throw him pieces of gold and silver to play a song for your troubles , you can even sit down and have conversations about his life and endeavours . I think Tugger would also be a good added on companion !!! :—)
Mistoffelees is a young man , quietly harbouring powerful magic , unaware of the extent of his powers . You meet him as he accidentally blows something up or has some kind of mishap with his power !! Theres a side quest where you help him find out what magic he has , how he can control it and what he can do with it . Maybe with the assistance of Munkustrap !!
Bombalurina is a street performer , dancing with a tambourine . She greets you and you can offer her gold or silver in exchange for a dance . She tells you about her friendships with Tugger and Demeter . She also speaks lowly of Grizabella , saying that shes nearby.
Grizabella is homeless . She sits on the sides of the road asking for change , you can make the moral decision to give her a few pieces of change . She says she used to be loved and respected , but got involved with Macavity . She says to avoid any red Khajiits if you see one . She doesnt really open up much :-(( but you ponder about this Macavity fellow .
Cassandra runs a small food stall , she cooks all of the food herself !! Coricopat , Tantomile and Exotica are there with her !! They’re a family :D
Deuteronomy is a biiiiig burly buff blacksmith . He makes weapons , armour , arrows etc and hes very loved and respected in the town ! Everybody loves him , they daren’t say a bad word about him . Hes just awesome . He’s regarded as a “protector” and “leader” of the town as hes been here the longest and he had served for the safety of their town in countless battles and wars . He is regarded as a hero to them !!!
Macavity is a villain in the town , posessing darker magic . The younger residents of the town talk about him as if hes a story book character , and you almost believe that he is !!!
But until you meet Demeter , a lady who sells small trinkets . She tells you that he has troubled the town for decades , she even tells you she once loved him and thought she could change his ways , but he is just pure evil . You hear that he wants to overthrow their festival .
Then, you learn that the Khajiits have a sacrificial ritual each year where they choose one member of their town to be sacrificed in order to appease the “everlasting khajiit” ( the everlasting cat !! ) . Macavity wants to be this sacrifice as you are praised in history as being a hero and the afterlife consequence for this sacrifice is that they have “ riches beyond their wildest desires “, and Macavity wants all of it . The main quest is you attempting to undercover the secrets of the town , stopping Macavity and letting Deuteronomy ( the most respected member of the town ) choose the sacrifice !! it all sounds so gory , but it is explained that the khajiits offer THEMSELVES to be the sacrifice . Theres no force involved !
I love this au sorry for huge post and if u have any questions about it pwez send em
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April 9, 2021: Some Like it Hot (1959) (Recap: Part One)
If there was ever a movie more hyped than this one...
Ever heard of the American Film Institute? Well, according to them in 2000 (recent, I know), this is the funniest comedy...period. At the time, anyway. That beats Tootsie (getting there), Dr. Strangelove (love it), Annie Hall (also loved it), Duck Soup (classic), Blazing Saddles (classic, topical, and fantastic), M*A*S*H (maybe later this year), It Happened One Night (maybe next year), The Graduate (later this WEEK), and...THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN Airplane! IS NUMBER 10? You CANNOT be seri...yeah, OK, you know where I’m going.
Anyway. Yeah, so, maybe AFI has Oscar syndrome, because that’s a little bullshit. So, uh...how about the BBC? In 2017, they asked 253 film critics ACROSS THE GLOBE what the best comedy of all time was, and number ONE was Some Like it Hot. Other than beating Airplane! again, it also beat Groundhog Day, Monty Python’s Life of Brian and Monty Python and the Holy Grail, This is Spinal Tap, The Big Lebowski, and His Girl Friday, and...well, every comedy you can think of. This movie CANNOT be that funny.
...Can it?
But there’s more to this film than that. Apparently, it was made without the approval of the MPPDA, which means that it wasn’t Hays Code adherent! Damn! In fact, this film was partially responsible for its collapse about 6 years later! But what is the Hays Code? Well, briefly covered, it was a set of standards laid out by Will Hays and his Motion Picture Produces and Distributors of America, or the MPPDA. It was enforced in the mid 1930s, and stood firmly in place until 1968, when it basically disappeared.
So, what are these standards? Well, there are a lot, but in a nutshell:
No cursing or taking the Lord’s name in vain in any way.
No nudity, real or suggested. And sex is kind of OK, if consensual and between a man and a woman ONLY. But, they can’t be in bed together, and they can only kiss one time, IF one of them isn’t a villain.
No weddings, no wedding nights, and barely any reference to marriage.
No prostitution, or what was called “white slavery”. Yes. Really.
Oh, also, no weird race-mixing stuff. What’s a “civil rights”?
Buuuuuuut...don’t insult any races either. Of course, considering the time period, “insult” or “offense” is probably subjective, so...fuck that, I guess.
PRIESTS ARE HOLY AND CANNOT BE MOCKED
No guns, fire, American flags, murder, smuggling, drugs, hanging, electrocution, or...law enforcement?
No childbirth, seen or inferred, and no naked kids. I mean...that’s common sense, to be completely fair.
NO RACE-MIXI-oh. Oh, I said that already, didn’t I? Well, OK, I’ll pare it down a little. They can’t have sex, but I guess...looking at each other is OK? Yeah, yeah, we’ll go with that. I’m progressive!
That about covers it. And this movie wasn’t adherent to it? Oh...well, I am excited! Let’s jump right in! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!
Recap (1/2)
The whole thing starts with a bang; literally. It's Chicago in 1929, smack dab in the middle of the Prohibition Era, and a group of gangsters are smuggling some alcohol inside of a coffin, while riding in a hearse. The cops aren't fooled, ad a shootout takes place between the gangsters and the cops, but they eventually drop off as the group takes the coffin into a funeral home. At the funeral home, a man named “Toothpick” Charlie (George E. Stone) meets with Mulligan (Pat O’Brien) a detective who’s got Charlie as his informant. With his help, he makes his way into the funeral home, actually a speakeasy in disguise.
Said speakeasy is run by “Spats” Colombo (George Raft), and within the speakeasy is a massive party, which the partygoers call a funeral. Spats arrives there shortly afterwards, and Mulligan watches all the while. Also at this party is a group of dancers accompanied by a band, which contains two partners, ladies’ man and sax player Joe (Tony Curtis) and anxious double bassist Jerry (Jack Lemmon).
The two talk about what they’re going to do with their upcoming paycheck, with Joe planning on using it for gambling on dog races. Jerry is understandably worried about this, as they owe rent, but Joe rattles off other things that he might was well worry about.
Suppose you got hit by a truck. Suppose the stock market crashes. Suppose Mary Pickford divorces Douglas Fairbanks. Suppose the Dodgers leave Brooklyn! Suppose Lake Michigan overflows.
Fun fact, though: the stock market’s about to crash in a year, Pickford and Fairbanks divorce in 1936, and the Dodgers left Brooklyn in 1957, famously. Lake Michigan has not overflowed...YET. It’s actually at record high water levels, and could cause flooding around it in the next few years. So, although those middle three were DEFINITELY part of the joke...that last one wasn’t at the time. Of course, it’s actually there as a line to set Jerry up with a way to tell him that the streets are “about to flood”, as he spots Mulligan and makes him. He tells Joe, and they both quietly pack up their instruments and leave, BEFORE the ruckus is about to begin.
And begin it does, and the cops raid the place almost immediately afterwards. As the party’s broken up and people are loaded into the paddywagon (Spats included), Joe and Jerry take their chance to escape behind the cops’ backs. However, this also means that the two musicians aren’t getting paid after all. Joe’s still set on betting money on the dog the next day, and get the money for the bet by selling their coats. However, while they do sell their coats, they instead end up looking for jobs at a local music agency, run by Sig Poliakoff (Billy Gray).
The agency is recruited by band owner Sweet Sue (Joan Shawlee) and her nebbish band manager Bienstock (Dave Barry), as they need a bass and a sax player to replace two of their own, in their band in Florida. On hearing this from Poliakoff’s secretary Nellie (Barbara Drew), the two barge into the office. However, much to their dismay, the only ones they’re looking for are women. While Jerry tries to weasel their way in, it doesn’t quite work, and they instead take a job up north for a Valentine’s Day dance. The two go to a garage to borrow a car from Nellie in order to get to the job. There, playing cards, is Toothpick Charlie with a group of men. But then...somebody else arrives.
Spats and his men arrive at the garage, and tell all of the men to stand with their hands on the wall. Joe and Jerry, however, manage to hide in the garage. And if you know anything about Valentine’s Day during Prohibition Era Chicago...then you know exactly what’s about to happen to Toothpick and the guys.
After the massacre (based upon the real St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, Jerry makes a noise and alerts the gang to their presence. This is a problem, because Spats isn’t keen on the idea of witnesses, and immediately orders the musicians killed.With a distraction caused by the still-alive-but-dying Charlie, the two manage to escape Spats’ wrath. Now needing a fast way out of town, Joe figures out a plan. See, that job, the one from Sweet Sue, is in Florida, which is far enough away that they should be able to escape. But, uh...the band is only looking for women. And so...
This is the second most famous thing about the film. Meet Josephine and Daphne, the female aliases of Joe and Jerry respectively. As Jerry realizes the difficulties of the female wardrobe (namely skirts and heels), the two walk up to the band of women, known as “Sweet Sue and her Society Syncopators.” But they aren’t the only arrivals, and the other is the MOST famous thing about this movie...
This is Sugar “Kane” Kowalczyk, the lead singer, ukelele player, and...OK, look, it’s Marilyn Monroe, and I think I need to acknowledge this now. Marilyn Monroe is an underrated talent today, but she had a hell of a lot of potential as an actress and as an individual. She had a lot of troubles, and her early death by suicide is an absolute tragedy, no matter how you slice it. She’s a talented actress and singer, and she deserves recognition for that.
SHE IS ALSO INSANELY HOT I’M SORRY I’M WEAK
Look...it’s Marilyn fucking Monroe, OK? I know, I’m a straight cissexual man, but I wanted to make a point to acknowledge the fact that Marilyn Monroe is a talent far outside of her beauty and physicality. She (and all women) deserve that much, and deserve not to be objectified by the male gaze. I genuinely agree with this, and I do understand that concept. I’ll never personally understand the female experience, but it’s my responsibility and duty as an individual to understand experiences foreign to my own, including this one.
But DEAR LORD, her physicality is not easy to ignore, now and then! I mean COME ON! The woman’s considered a standard of classic beauty to this day by many (not by all, and not by herself), and it’s unfortunately her most famous feature to nearly everybody. But, of course, Monroe got a lot of grief for her looks as well (which is bullshit), and the stress of her life sadly led to her terrible suicide. But that doesn’t mean that her beauty inside and out shouldn’t be appreciated for what it is: beauty.
ALSO SHE IS DROP DEAD GORGEOUS I’M WEAK I KNOW
See, the train agrees with me! Oh...OH RIGHT, THE MOVIE! OK, where was I. Well, Joe and Jerry agree with me about Sugar Kane, but it is the 1950′s when the film is made, so of course they do. They watch her get on, and they follow suit, meeting the women of the band, and Sugar Kane. Sugar, see, has a teensy bit of an alcohol problem. That’s not necessarily to say she’s an alcoholic, but she is admonished for it by Sweet Sue and Bienstock, also being a repeat offender of drinking during working hours. That (and men) is something that Sweet Sue doesn’t tolerate.
She’s almost in trouble that night, when her flask falls from her stocking during a performance. However, Jerry covers for her, much to her appreciation. As they settle in for the night, all of the girls (including Joe and Jerry) sleep in the same cabin, much to the, uh, frustration of Jerry, despite Josephine’s urgings to keep it together. As Jerry continually reminds himself that he’s posing as a girl, he’s surprised that night with the appearance of Sugar, who comes to thank her for her help that night. Sugar tells “Daphne” that she owes her one, and also climbs into the cot with him to hide from Sweet Sue. Jerry...that poor mother fucker.
Well, Jerry tries to ease the tension by offering some of Joe’s whisky. But more of the girls overhear this, and eventually, a massive party erupts, with all the girls mixing drinks and sharing the single space of Jerry’s bed. Joe wakes up from all of this, and tries to help end the party, only for Sugar to climb out of it, and ask Joe for help with a block of ice for the drinks.
It’s here that she reveals that she used to work with men’s bands, but joined this band to get away from men. This is especially to get away from her weakness: tenor sax players. This intrigues Joe, the tenor sax player. However, she’s essentially sworn off of tenor sax players because of multiple bad relationships, and is instead hoping to find a millionaire in Florida, preferably one with a yacht. Meanwhile, Jerry’s bed is getting a little too full, and the girls are getting a little TOO familiar. They start to tickle him, and to prevent his cover being blown, Jerry pulls the train’s emergency brake. All of the girls scatter as the train stops, and they manage to get away with the party as Sweet Sue and Bienstock wake up only then.
The train gets to Florida, and the girls make their way into a hotel. As they check in, Jerry (as Daphne) is spotted by Osgood Fielding III (Joe E. Brown), a millionaire, and a man with eclectic tastes in women. And those tastes apparently include Daphne, as he unsubtly (and unwantedly) hits on her. And Jerry’s having none of it. After Osgood pinches him in the elevator, he gets off after slapping him. Unfortunately, that makes Osgood only want Daphne THAT MUCH MORE. This man...this man may just be the legendary alpha simp of which the stories tell.
Meanwhile, Joe manages to get ahold of Beinstock’s luggage and glasses. He steals his clothes (after fending off an overeager bellboy), and uses them to dress as a millionaire. Why? Why, to seduce Sugar, of course!
This is right at the halfway point, so we’ll pick this up in Part Two!
See you there!
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