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nakediconoclast · 3 years

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I am officially an old fucker. It's true.

I got my first Social Security check yesterday, finally getting a return on some of that money I've given the government my whole adult life. I figured to start drawing it at 62 while I could still enjoy it before I got too old. So, I spent my day yesterday celebrating my oldness. I had some things in town I needed to do, so I drove 20 mph, hunched over my steering wheel, the entire day. I went shopping for a fedora and bow tie, then figured I'd better buy a cane while I was at it - not that I need one to get around, but it may come in handy for clubbing impertinent youngsters

.I thought about buying a window sticker that said 'Ask me about my grandchildren' but changed my mind when I realized that somebody actually might.Tried to find somebody that had some watermelon wine.Started several conversations with "Why, I remember when..."Asked about a Senior Citizen's discount everywhere I went.Called 40 year old men 'youngster' and every woman I saw 'Sweetie'.Engaged another old fart at Walmart in a delightful conversation about killin' Reds.Considered buying a bird feeder.Went to the Dollar Store.Referred to black folks as Coloreds.Waved at every cop

I passed.Priced .380 automatics.Clipped coupons from The Penny Saver.Stopped by my mechanic's shop and inquired about a prescription windshield.Got pissed because Walmart was out of buttermilk.Replied to everybody with "EH??? WHAT'S THAT???"Priced adult diapers and Geritol.Checked my blood pressure at the Walgreens and shuffled back out without buying anything.

Pretended to lose my truck in the parking lots. When I got back home hours later (that 20 mph rule is going to take some getting used to) I sat on the front porch and whittled.Watched Lawrence Welk and Mannix reruns on Youtube.Fell down twice.Played 'Red River Valley' and 'Cattle Call' repeatedly.Pretended to nap.Looked for the glasses on my face and keys in my pocket.Kept calling that asshole dog Jack 'Old boy'.Farted repeatedly without apology.Went to bed at 7 PM.

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etraytin · 4 years

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Quarantine, Day 43

Oh, my sweet chili babies, today has been A DAY. I told you yesterday how I got two two-week old kittens, my first of the season. It was very exciting and not too stressful, two week kittens usually go 3-4 hours between feeds, so there is some opportunity for sleeping, and with a pair, feeds typically don't take too long. Sweet adorable kittens, relatively basic bottlefeeding, no problem, right? I did a feed at 1am, a feed at 5am, and set my alarm for 9am.

A little before eight this morning, I woke up because my phone was blowing up, enough that the vibrating woke me even though the sound was off. My TNR group chat was in a frenzy because a person called our coordinator about a local feral who'd started having kittens on her porch, but then the woman had gone outside, scared the shit out of Mama, and long story short, the cat was running around the yard screaming, with a kitten hanging half out. Not ideal! By the time I caught up with things, two of our trappers were out there but Mama had hit the road, leaving behind one dead kitten, presumably the one she'd had the trouble with, and one alive kitten, placenta still attached, still wet from birth. I talked them through drying and warming the kitten, separating the placenta, etc, all with my brain at about 70% function. It became clear fairly quickly that the mama was not coming back, at least not any time soon, and the baby was getting hungry, so something had to be done.

I am the only bottlefeeder at our rescue who regularly handles days-old kittens, but even for me, this was a new record. The other trappers brought him to me, cradled in one's cupped hands, held close to the heating vent. They named him "You're Killin' Me, Smalls," or Smalls for short. He weighed 81 grams at his first feeding, slightly less than two packs of gum, but he was fully furred (full fur means full-term kitten) and rooting energetically. He suckled on the syringe, all good signs for his prognosis, but newborn kittens are shockingly fragile. Smalls needs two hour feeds, all through the day and night.

After I fed Smalls, I had to separate Amy and Rosa because Amy was exhibiting sibling suckling behavior, which is maladaptive instinct that makes a kitten suckle on anything catlike nearby. Not that bad if it's a blanket or a stuffed toy, but can be very damaging if it is a sibling. So I got out a whole other set of carrier, towels, stuffed toy, heating pad, and set up a second kitten setup. Then I had to feed the girls. They both still have food-change diarrhea, and it was not getting any better. I texted with our vet tech, who suggested more frequent, smaller meals. So all the kittens went onto two hour feeds.

I realized in the afternoon that I was going to need more kitten formula sooner than I expected, so I went to the pet store by my house. Nobody there, neither customers nor staff, were wearing masks or distancing. Lovely. And they didn't even have KMR, just its cut-rate cousin, PetLac. If I wanted soy formula, I could've gotten it a lot cheaper at Walmart, since it's all they sell. In the parking lot, I got a call from the rescue coordinator. I told her I was having trouble finding KMR. She told me she had a brand new can for me, and also another kitten. A what? I basically asked. Apparently Rosa and Amy had a sibling who somehow got mixed in with the TWENTY FIVE OTHER KITTENS that this farm owner had brought in today. Also, a lot of the kittens were way younger than advertised, which is a big problem when you have three bottlefeeders and twenty bottlefeedees. So I took the can, and the kitten, and that's how I ended up with Jake!

Jake is a weird puzzle that I haven't figured out yet. He's sick with something, probably something respiratory since he has serious eye goopies, but no other discharge yet. He also seems to loathe being alive. He hates the bottle, he hates the syringe, he hates milk, he hates being weighed or washed. He expresses his hatred by twisting his tiny body in such a way as to attempt to hurl himself into the void and to the ground far below. Once he is in the carrier with Rosa he settles down, but it literally takes twenty minutes to get a teaspoonful of milk into him. The girls aren't much better, honestly, and Smalls is pretty slow but he has the excuse of being zero days old. My four kittens need to be fed every two hours and feeding them takes an hour. It's going to be a long, long week.

Anyway, I'm going to lay down for an hour and contemplate the hubris of wishing for kittens even though I knew I'd be punished for it. At least they are cute and extremely fluffy, and if I can just keep them alive it will all be worth it. If anybody would like to contribute to the effort, I have an Amazon Wishlist of kitten supplies right here. I especially need Breeders Edge powder, it's expensive but everyone I've talked to says it is the best thing for food change diarrhea. Here's hoping, cause I've gotten pooped on A. Lot today.

#quarantine #kitten #foster kitten #cat rescue #is sometimes more than we bargain for #i love raising neonates but it's honestly like having a human baby #you forget the hell afterwards and only remember the cute and lovey parts #it's why people have more than one kid #or more than one bottlefed litter

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metaphorical-love-for-a-car · 5 years

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Marry You-- Joe Mazzello x Reader

Request; “How about a joe mazzello based on the song marry you by Bruno Mars? Idk” ( @hi-i-dont-know )

Warnings; some language, the song is fem! specific but the story itself isn’t

Word Count; 1.8k

Notes; sorry it's taken me so long to get around to this lol

You couldn’t believe it. You had worked so hard for so long, and you finally did it. Here you were, standing on a stage, accepting an award at a prestigious ceremony. People were clapping, and cameras were everywhere. Never in a million years did you expect this to happen.

You stuttered through your acceptance speech before scurrying back to your seat. The rest of the awards ceremony seemed to go by in a haze as you continued to try to wrap your mind around the evening. You were in desperate need of a drink, and the after party couldn’t come soon enough.

Dozens of people came up to congratulate you, and you only recognized about half of them. You quickly gulped down your drinks in an attempt to make yourself calm down. It wasn’t the wisest idea, but it was all you could do besides leaving the party, which you obviously didn’t want to do. You were tipsy, borderline drunk, and still feeling overwhelmed. That’s when he decided to approach you. The last thing you needed was your childhood celebrity crush to show up, but that’s exactly what happened.

Your first introduction to Joe Mazzello was when you watched Radio Flyer shortly after it came out, then you saw him again in Jurassic Park. Your younger self thought he was cute, thus your childhood crush formed. As years went on and the two of you started to become more successful in the world of entertainment, you had met each other once or twice, but it was always in passing. Neither of you really spoke to each other much. The most interaction the two of you had was via social media, occasionally liking each other’s posts.

Needless to say, you were worried about embarrassing yourself because you had too much alcohol in your system for your mind to properly function, and it didn’t help that you continued to drink. “I’m sure you’re going to be sick of hearing this by the end of the night, but congratulations!” Joe flashed you a bright smile. You laughed before thanking him. “Mind if I sit?” He nodded his head towards the empty stool next to yours. You shook your head.

“No, not at all!” Joe sat, and the two of you chatted about basic stuff, like ‘Have you tried the shrimp? It’s pretty good!’ or ‘I’ve been going ninety-to-nothing tonight and can’t wait to finally get home.’ You normally felt awkward during small talk, but this was nice. Maybe it was just the alcohol that was making this feel so comfortable. Maybe it was just his charming personality. Either way, you didn’t care. You were enjoying it.

“Hope I’m not bothering you. I’m sure a ton of other people would like to talk to you.” You scoffed at Joe’s comment and dramatically rolled your eyes.

“Oh, please! I’m having way more fun talking to you than I would have if I were talking to some of them. Besides, it’s not every day that you get to hang out with your age-old celebrity crush.” You brought your glass to your lips and froze. Did you seriously just say that out loud? No, surely not. You weren’t that drunk, right? You slowly lowered the glass, glancing over at Joe. Shit. You did say it out loud. His mouth was open, looking shocked. And his cheeks were red.

“You... wait. I’m your celebrity crush?” You felt the heat rising to your face and nodded. He ran a hand through his hair. “No fucking way. This is crazy. You’ve been my celebrity crush since we first met at that movie premiere a few years ago,” Joe said enthusiastically, very much resembling a child telling their friends about the cool toy they got for Christmas. You covered your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laughter. Joe’s brows knitted together, but his goofy grin remained. “I’m serious!”

“This is too good to be true. It sounds like something out of a fanfiction book on Wattpad or Tumblr.” Joe laughed, stating his agreement. He suddenly grabbed your hand. His eyes were wide and mischief danced across his features.

“I’ve got an awesome idea, and it’ll really make life like a fanfic.” You pursed your lips, eyeing him suspiciously.

“What’re you planning, Joe?”

“It’s a surprise! Now, where’s the closest Walmart?”

Who cares if we're trashed Got a pocket full of cash we can blow Shots of Patron And it's on girl

The two of you managed to find an Uber at the ungodly hour of the morning it was. People gave you odd looks when you first walked into the store. Some because they recognized the two of you, and some because you were both in incredibly formal attire... while drunk shopping in Walmart. You headed straight towards the candy, and Joe disappeared. As you were paying for the mountain of candy in your arms, you felt someone tap on your shoulder. It was Joe, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “You okay?” you snickered, grabbing the plastic bag from the worker before thanking her.

'Cause it's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you

“Actually, there’s something important I want to ask you.” You raised a brow at him, and he took a deep breath. When Joe got down on one knee, your jaw dropped. He pulled out a ring that had a little silver frog on top, its back made of a green gem. “Let’s continue with the fanfiction themed night, shall we?” You laughed, nodding. Joe beamed up at you and slid the ring onto your finger.

“Is this actually happening right now?” you asked in between laughs. Joe shrugged.

“Dunno. That sounds like something for our sober selves to figure out. Wanna check out the Redbox movies?”

I'll go get a ring Let the choir bell sing like ooh So what you wanna do Let's just run girl If we wake up and you want to break up That's cool No, I won't blame you It was fun girl

Your head was pounding. Bringing a hand to your face, you rubbed your eyes before squinting them open. How much did you drink last night? You could hardly remember a thing... that is until you realized you weren’t in your hotel room, nor were you alone. An arm was wrapped around your waist, and the person’s head was nuzzled against your back. Fucking shit. Your mind was reeling, trying to remember what had happened. A part of your mind tried to rationalize that maybe you didn’t hook up with someone. After all, you were still dressed. Then again... the sweats and baggy shirt didn’t belong to you.

You were worried about waking whoever was beside you. You were desperate to avoid any awkward and embarrassing interactions. Slowly reaching out, you went to pull your phone off of the bedside table. That’s when you noticed the ring. Your breath got caught in your throat as a sudden sense of urgency flooded your system. You tried to turn your phone on, but a black screen stared back at you. Of course, it was dead. Well, there was only one thing you could do. You started peeling yourself from the person’s grasp. As you did, the person stirred. When you were finally able to turn and look at them, it felt like someone dumped a bucket of rocks into your stomach. “Damn... my head’s killin’ me,” Joe groaned while rubbing his face. Your mouth open and closed. You couldn’t think of anything to say. Joe removed his hands, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes widened. “Oh my god...” was all the could muster up.

“Joe, what the hell happened last night?” You showed him your hand, and his face reddened.

“Well... I-- uh-- don’t remember much. I don’t think we had sex, but I don’t know about that.” He pointed at the ring. Joe quickly sat up, snatching his phone from the floor. Thankfully, it had been charging.

He had multiple missed calls and unopened text messages from his friends, most of which said something along the lines of ‘Joe, what the hell is going on? Is this real?’ Joe swiped through his camera roll, but most of the pictures were goofy selfies or short videos of the two of you wandering around Walmart. It didn’t really offer much information. You suggested looking through your social media accounts. Lo and behold, it was the jackpot. Your twitter was filled with cringe-worthy levels of cheesy and sappy pickup lines, all of which had Joe tagged in them. He responded to a few, but his replies only consisted of various heart emojis. Joe’s Instagram story had dozens of photos and videos of you two, most of which you had already seen in his camera roll. Then there was one post that had the caption ‘I liked it so I put a ring on it (guess we’re engaged now)’, and you had commented ‘#couplegoals’. You decided to take a look into your own Instagram account, clicking through the story photos you remembered posting. When it finally got to something new, you couldn’t help the butterflies that formed in your chest.

It was a video of Joe, laying in bed next to you. Your head was on his chest, and you had an arm draped across his torso. You were out cold, and Joe had a soft smile on his face. “(Y/N) fell asleep in the middle of our Night At The Museum marathon, so I decided to hack their insta.” He glanced down at you, his smile growing even wider. “They’re so adorable, even when they’re snoring like a freight train. But don’t let them know that I told you guys that,” he said the last part with a serious expression. Joe pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then the video ended.

“So I guess we got engaged,” you mumbled, examining the little frog ring on your finger. “We know that much happened.”

“What now?” Joe asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You glanced at him, and he was idly tracing a pattern into the bed’s comforter.

“Well, first, I think we should get some breakfast. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Then maybe we could start with a date and see how that goes?” Joe looked up, meeting your gaze. A smile spread across his lips.

“I like that plan.”

Don't say no no no no no Just say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah And we'll go go go go go If you're ready, like I'm ready

Just say I do Tell me right now baby Tell me right now baby, baby Just say I do Tell me right now baby Tell me right now baby, baby

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#request #joe mazzello #joe mazello x reader #joe mazzello imagine #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody x reader

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changesxnight · 7 years

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Dallas in Rumble Fish

It was July of 1962. The Rolling Stones had their first debut, the first Walmart opened and Thomas Cruise Mapother IV was born. It was a hot summer day and the fans were whirling, keeping the costumers of Benny's Billiards comfortable. "Rusty-James," Midget Jones walked swiftly into the old restaurant. His mission was to get the news to his friend before reporting to Carlos Rodriguez that Bobby Williams had been killed not even an hour earlier. "Biff Wilcox is lookin' for you, Rusty-James."

"I ain't hidin'," Rusty-James Vincent replied, his focus on the cue ball in front of him.

"Says he's gonna kill you, Rusty-James." Midget knew Rusty-James was a good fighter so, like the rest of RJ's friends, he wasn't concerned. Midget was a precise, honest guy and he knew that even though Rusty-James could take the old cat, he'd need to be prepared. Dallas Winston, who was in the middle of kicking BJ Jackson's ass in their own game of pool, was suddenly interested and listened closer, even though he knew Biff wasn't shit.

"Sayin' ain't doin'," Rusty-James shrugged and missed his shot. "Shit."

"That's tough, Rusty-James." Smokey Bennet picked up a handful of dollar bills they put down as a bet. "Maybe we should go double or nothin' sometime."

Rusty-James knew he was the better pool player and he wanted to fight him, nearly shoving a pool stick into his face. "Sit down."

"You cats are constantly fightin' like typical fuckin' Yahoos."

"Watch the language," Benny warned from behind the counter as he wiped it down.

"Hey, Benny, get me a chocolate milk, will ya?" Rusty-James sat down on a bar stool and instead of calling over his shoulder, he nearly bent over backwards. "What's this Biff doin' about killin' me, anyway?"

"You're supposed to meet him, tonight, under the arches behind the pet store at about," Midget checked his watch, "Ten o'clock."

"He's coming alone then, huh?" Rusty-James asked, taking a sip out of his chocolate milk.

"I wouldn't count on it, man." BJ told him. He knew Biff was a snake, he couldn't be trusted. Midget had shared the news and walked out.

"Well if he's bringing friends, then I'm bringing friends." Rusty-James stated, walking over to his usual table.

"Yeah, but you know how that's gonna turn out, Rusty-James. Everyone will end up getting into it." Steve Hays was always cautious with these things.

"This kid and his fuckin' imagination, man." Dallas remarked. He'd been in gang fights Steve couldn't even dream of. But then again, he was working for Sonny. Dallas kept his mouth shut, not willing to chance the boys finding out about his side job.

Ignoring him, Steve continued, "You bring people, he brings people.."

Rusty-James cut him off. "If you think I'm going to that vacant lot by myself, man, you're fuckin' crazy." Just then, BJ slid into the booth next to Dallas. The two smiled to each other, they couldn't wait for the fight.

"Watch your language over there. Watch it!" Benny hated cuss words since it reminded him of his father. But Benny lived in the Bronx and it was impossible to get away from the foul language. At least in his restaurant, he could warn the young boys.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Smokey yelled at Steve and Steve hid his head, focusing on writing.

"Fuck you, Smokey." Dallas and Rusty-James told him. "Steve goes wherever I go." To Steve, RJ said, "Steve, c'mere. Sit down."

"Dammit, Rusty-James. It's been a long time since we had that kind of trouble." Smokey wasn't wrong. The whole idea of gangs was fading out. Only loyal friends continued to stay in packs, starting fights to make them feel alive.

"Chicken, Smoke?" BJ teased as Dallas and him started making chicken noises.

"Smokey doesn't wanna come, it's okay." RJ said, getting in on the teasing.

"Smokey, we understand." Dallas nodded sarcastically as BJ and RJ shook hands, agreeing to back the other up like had for so many years prior.

"What? You don't wanna come? Fine."

"Rusty-James, you know I'm gonna be there." Smokey always was, even if he didn't want to. "But you know what the Motorcycle Boy said about gang fights." Dallas shot a cold stare at Smoke and it shut him up. They both knew how sensitive Rusty-James was about his deadbeat brother.

Too late. "The Motorcycle Boy hasn't been around in two months. So don't go telling me about that." Rusty-James was angry. If they shut up, he might cool down without exploding.

"What if the Motorcycle Boy comes back?" It was mumbled and quiet, but Rusty-James heard Steve's comment. Dallas glared at the youngest boy but Steve didn't get a clue. "What if your brother came back and found out?" Of course he was writing in his stupid fucking notebook.

Rusty-James slammed his fist on the table. "My brother ain't back, man!" He shouted. "I'm sick of hearing this shit. I don't know when he's coming back, if he's coming back, but if you assholes wanna wait around for the rest of your lives to see what he says, fine." He was staring at Smokey. "Fine, man. But I'm gonna stomp that little shitass tonight and I think I should have a few fucking friends with me." Smokey was trying to talk over him, even though he knew RJ hated that. "Are you even listening to me?"

"We're gonna be there, man. Alright? We're gonna be there." Smokey tried to shake RJ's hand. He ignored it and went to shake Dally's and then BJ's. "But let's just keep it between you two, okay?"

"Right behind you." BJ promised with a smile.

RJ finally shook Smokey's hand and finally heard Benny, who had been calling for him to "get his dirty ass off the table" for the past five minutes. "I'm sorry, Benny. I'm sorry." Benny knew it was bullshit and began to reel in a fish, but it was only a middle finger.

They finished up in the pool hall and began walking down the street. "Man, I love fights. This reminds me of the old days, man, when we used to have rumbles. Heroin ruined the gangs, man."

"It ruined the gangs? It ruined everything!" Dallas corrected him, getting flashbacks of his mother lying dead in the cold apartment.

"I wouldn't know." Smokey said

"No, you wouldn't know, would you? Ask my brother, man. A gang really meant something back then." RJ said, picturing a group of diverse kids standing tall and proud.

"That gang shit was outta style when you were ten years old." Smokey stated as-a-matter-of-factly. He hated it when RJ talked things he didn't know anything about, especially gangs.

"Bullshit, man. I was fuckin' eleven. I can remember." RJ defended himself. Dallas and BJ were chuckling to themselves, knowing that they were one of the last gangs in town. They were approaching the old Catholic school for girls and Rusty-James and Dallas got distracted by their girlfriends.

That night, Rusty-James was about five minutes late to his own fight. Typical. Dallas, BJ, Midget and Smokey waited behind the pet store for their best friend, getting there ten minutes early. "Where the fuck were you?" Dallas asked, slapping RJ upside the head.

"Rusty-James, we just about gave up on you." Smokey said. He had even less patience than Dallas, and RJ's bullshit always lit the short fuse.

"With Patty." He answered. Smokey rolled his eyes, annoyed. He saw this and told Smoke, "Watch out of I'll take you on for a warmup."

"She gonna clean you up after the fight? Kiss your booboos?" BJ teased but Dallas elbowed him in the gut.

"Who's here, huh? I gotta have as many guys as Biff. This is bullshit." Rusty-James looked over the edge, seeing old buddies and friends before calling out to them, greeting them.

"I thought we were supposed to watch, Rusty-James." Smokey reminded him.

"We are," Dallas told him. "But the kid's an idiot. He'll need us as backup."

"You're not expecting to see Steve here, are you? Why do you put up with that whimp?" Smokey asked, ignoring Dal's cold stare.

"I've known him since kindergarten, alright?"

"You've got a bad habit of getting attached to people, Rusty-James." Leave it to Smoke to point out the obvious.

Rusty-James wasn't having it, he was too hyped up for the fight. "Yup," he agreed without thinking about it. "Let's go." And they slid down the pipe before looking for Biff and his crew.

They were nowhere to be seen and so BJ piped up, "Where's Steve?"

"Maybe he's late." RJ suggested and then a cat meowed. A homeless man coughed. "Looks like we're gonna have to fight ourselves."

"Rusty-James," Steve called out in a whisper-shout. He was terrified but clutched a wooden board, thinking he'd use it to protect himself. RJ laughed when he saw his best friend.

Just then, a train whizzed by and Biff's gang started walking out. "Where at, Rusty-James?" Someone shouted out, the voice coming from the left side of the gang.

"I'm here." Rusty-James looked for his opponent, unable to find him until he popped up outta nowhere.

"Not for long, punk." Biff said. He was doped up. Man, Rusty-James hated fighting druggies. He spit on him, disgusted.

Dallas grabbed Rusty-James by the shoulder. "Don't kill him."

"You can't stop me. I'm gonna kill if I have to." RJ argued, like usual.

"Don't fuckin' kill him, Vincent. I'll help you take care of him, if need be. But don't kill him. He's doped up, you've got the real advantage." Rusty-James wouldn't listen, however, and pulled away from Dallas.

"Take a fuckin' swing at me." He challenged Biff; he was losing vision, everything going red. He was getting angry, the rage consuming him. And then Biff pulled out a knife. "This was supposed to be a fair fight, man!" Rusty-James avoided the knife best he could, kicked him and climbing up pipes. He got ahold of a piece of ply wood and beat the shit outta Biff. Like in most fights, Rusty-James has the upper hand as he threw Biff in through a window and then punched him until he broke his jaw. Rusty-James was so caught up in his anger, he barely noticed his brother pull up on a motorcycle until the Motorcycle Boy said something.

"What is this? Another glorious battle for the kingdom?" The Motorcycle Boy asked, even though he didn't want to know the answer.

"I thought you were gone for good, man." Rusty-James said, looking up at his brother in a daze. Dallas was distracted, too, but his senses were a lot better.

"I thought we had a treaty." The Motorcycle Boy's voice was soft as he reminded his brother of what they had agreed to months prior.

"Look out, Rusty-James!" BJ shouted as Biff raised his switchblade to cut RJ's side. Dallas thought too quickly, however, and kicked Biff in the leg, hard enough to make him fall. Dallas pinned him down with his left foot and stole the knife out of his right hand.

"It was supposed to be a fair fucking fight, you twat." Dallas reminded the cheater before walking up to the Motorcycle Boy.

and that's it because if Dallas was in Rumble Fish, nothing bad ever would've happened and we'd all be happy still today. the end.

#rumble fish #Rusty James #the motorcycle boy #bj Jackson #Smokey Bennet #Steve Hays #the Outsiders #dallas winston #the outsiders weekend #the Outsiders au #dallas winston imagine #my writing #mine

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sylviaaliceblogs · 4 years

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MY TOP ALBUMS 2019

Below are my top albums of 2019. Each album was a project that came out during the year and are ranked in no particular order. I have described them and added the general feeling(s) I associate with each and a stand out track from each album. I hope you all enjoy xx

Euphoria (Original Score) -Labrinth

Labrinth has outdone himself and gave me one of my favorite scores of not only this is year but also of the decade. I can’t sing high enough praises. Plus the show its self is at the pinnacle of good television and truly a must watch.

Feeling: How you feel right before you wake up from a really good dream.

Stand Out Track: Forever -- “Ooo, ooo, ooooo, woooooooooo”

The Big Day -Chance the Rapper

I’ve said it before and I will say it again if you like hip hop but don’t like Chance you just don’t like being happy. For his first official “album” in the traditional sense he confess both his shortcomings and achievements as a lifepartner in a way that could make any noncommittal Millennial want to try the whole boo’ed up thing. Also big up to Chance for bring the skit back to hip hop in 2k19.

Feeling: The summer you first fell in love in high school with that kid from the opposite side of town.

Stand Out Track: Eternal -- “Side chicks make their Kool-Aid with Splenda”

HOMECOMING: THE LIVE ALBUM -Beyonce

I was split 50/50 with the Lion King soundtrack but what edged this Beyonce project to top for me this year was just how much work went into the entire performance. If you love a good horn section this album is for you. If you are looking for an incredible live album this album is for you. If you love to hear a nearly 2 hour reimagined in a HBCU band style medley of some of her best songs from the past 10 years this album is for you. If you don’t get already, no matter how you may feel about Beyonce this album is for YOU and anyone else you who loves just real good musicality.

Feeling: Like you just saw your musical hero front row at one of the biggest music festivals.

Stand Out Track: Drunk in Love -- “Ride it with my surfboard (Man, I got that swag)”

IGOR -Tyler, The Creator

I have to admit I never was a huge Tyler fan. On the other hand my brother is unquestionability the BIGGEST Tyler fan of all time. I listened to an occasional Yonkers here or Deathacmp here, but IGOR was one of those albums that changed how I think about an artist. After some pushing from my brother and a little resistance I listen to IGOR and was pleasantly surprised with a raw and emotional album about loving someone that can only hurt you. I also really liked the number of super talented people with “uncredited” vocals on the album (i.e. Solange, Santigold, Lil Uzi, Charlie Wilson). Lastly I had the pleasure of seeing him perform like 95% of the album in concert 10/10 would recommend.

Feeling: Kinda like your loosing your innocence about youth, the type of album you listen to in your mom’s car on the drive to tennis practice at a rich country club that your family doesn’t belong to.

Stand Out Track: A BOY IS A GUN* -- “No, don't shoot me down (Okay)”

Cuz I Love You -Lizzo

Lizzo said something along the line of “a decade can change a lot” in a recent tweet regrading how 10 years ago her dad had died and she was living in her car trying to pursue music. It was nice seeing how far she has come in the last couple years as a fan who had been listening to her since 2016 and knowing how much her music had developed in the last couple years. A pop star in 2k19 if we ever saw one. Added bonus Lizzo has the stage presence a lot of acts have lacked in the last couple years.

Feeling: Loosing a person that you really loved in a platonic way but then coming to a really good resolution and understanding (but you’re also still not friends anymore).

Stand Out Track: Heaven Help Me -- “If love ain't dead, I'ma kill it 'cause it's killin' me”

Anger Management - Rico Nasty

The angsty edgy punk 15 year old me would have loved this album and let me tell you this still angsty not really edgy wannabe e-girl at 22 loves this album. Rico Nasty is under-appreciated and underrated. Also shout out to Kenny Beats on the production of the album.

Feeling: You know what today we ARE going to punch racist annoying Karen at Walmart in the chest and pop her low-grade silicon boob implant.

Stand Out Track: Hatin -- “Kennnnnnnnnnyyyyyy!”

WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO? -Billie Eilish

Who knew a 17 year old girl “who dresses like a quarterback" would turn the music world upside down with an album written by her and her brother mostly about her nightmares, not I for one. But nevertheless she did. People have said they don’t like her whisper signing but I think that is the quality that gives the whole album the eerie and spooky vibe and makes it an instant yet unusual classic.

Feeling: Beat drop --> head bang, but make it vsco girl, make it e-girl, make it fashion.

Stand Out Track: all the good girls go to hell -- “She will want the Devil on her team”

Horary Mentions:

7 - Lil Nas X

-- Lil Nas X doesn’t care about what you think of him and “7″ tells us he also doesn’t care to define his music in just one way. Nirvana samples to horses in the back to Chowder references there’s something for everyone.

Jesus is King/Born - Kanye

-- I said what I said. If you a Kanye fan and gospel music fan then you’ll like it. Production per usual if fyre and if nothing else we got a Clipse reunion with a saxophone solo from Kenny G which no one saw coming.

thank u, next - Ariana Grade

-- had to do it on them, jk I was a little shook that she was one on my top Spotify artist from this year but also I texted a guy “breakup with your girlfriend i’m bored” so it must have resonated

Chixtape 5 - Tory Lanez

-- I was so glad I waited to post this list because if I had done it when I wanted I would I have missed the brilliance of this album. It defines my whole childhood with a lite trap remix feel. I was transported to ridding the bus in middle school. I appreciate you Tory. Plus you guys already know I love me a great skit.

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