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spike-and-faye · 1 year
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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 8 months
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𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰 – ℌ𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔨 𝔚𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫
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myimaginaryradio · 1 month
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thestarlightsymphony · 7 months
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1. Daybreak
The sun doesn't quite rise the same in space. Every day, if you can call it that, starts as brightly lit as your ship lights allow, and ends whenever you're too tired to keep caling it daytime. It's not like you can't see the sun in the vastness, it just seems smaller, when you're planet-hopping. Its size begins to depend on context; the closer you are to ground, the more in focus size becomes
They touched down too late, Spike could tell. Off by a couple hours, at least. Though time wasn't set by the sun, it still passed the same.
He made his way through dimmed halls, a false twilight to give them some sense of time's rhythm. Jet wasn't up yet. Faye's closet door was closed, but no snores. He found Ein curled up in the Bebop's control room.
A glimmer along the darkened walls drew him to the glass. Tendrils of light, flickering and overlapping, reflected from a different vastness than they traveled daily.
Water, for miles upon miles.
Her ship was gone, the kid equally absent.
The sun was just beginning its journey, gradually fading the blue and blackened sky in favor of pinks and orange pastels. Spike pretended to wander, pretended his early morning on deck had nothing to do with an equally wandering mind.
He faced daybreak alone. His bared his skin, sharp morning air pressing as close to his heart as he could allow. When Jet finally stumbled awake, he feigned ignorance.
"The girls are gone."
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kissarmyfans · 3 months
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punkrockmixtapes · 4 months
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KISS - Hard Luck Woman
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shanaraharlyah · 7 months
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tomorrowusa · 1 year
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Tennessee, the state which gave us the infamous Scopes monkey trial, is getting ready to ban drag shows.
Tennessee is set to become the first U.S. state to ban drag shows. The state's House Republicans passed a bill Thursday that would prohibit drag performances on public property or in front of children. The bill will now go back to the state Senate, where a previous version passed in a 26-6 vote, before heading to the desk of Gov. Bill Lee (R) to be signed into law.
There are currently more than 20 proposed bills nationwide that would target drag performances. While supporters of the bills say they are intended to protect minors, drag performers and advocates say they will lead to further harassment of the LGBTQ+ community. Last year, more than 120 drag shows were attacked or threatened, according to a report by GLAAD.
This is GOP homophobia plain and simple. They need to demonstrate to their far right supporters that the party is as bigoted as they are.
“It’s a straw man, it’s a boogie monster, it’s not really a real thing, so they make up stories,” Peppermint, a drag performer, said in an interview with Reuters this week. “The first thing they do is target us, dehumanize us, villainize us, and then they pass legislation against us.”
Tennessee Republicans are being somewhat hypocritical with this legislation. It turns out that Republican Gov. Bill Lee was dressing in women’s clothing back in high school.
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Who knows what Gov. Lee is really wearing at the governor’s mansion after a rough day of pandering to far right extremists?
What really needs to start trending is fan art of Tennessee GOP politicians in drag.
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activelyundead · 2 years
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blackros78 · 1 year
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Watch "KIss - Hard Luck Woman 1976" on YouTube
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spike-and-faye · 2 months
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Faye: I can't be stuck in one place for long - it'll kill me. My whole family's like that.
Spike: Yeah right.
Faye: We’re Romanies. For eons we’ve wandered the stars looking for love. It's our way.
Spike: Huh?
Faye: You don't know anything, do you? Romanies are gypsies. And you know what we call someone like you? A gadjo, that means a bumpkin that doesn't know which way is up.
Spike: gadjo. I like that.
Faye: [howls] The wilds are calling me! You can't keep me locked up!
PS - This is mostly for sillies. I was thinking about Gypsy Rose Blanchard and how unfortunate that name is. While I take the issue of slurs seriously, I DO just think it's funny to cancel fictional anime women for their crimes. Faye should really be cancelled for making me gay.
PSS - I couldn't find a gif of her when she was handcuffed to the toilet on the Bebop so I just used this one of her and spike giving each other fuck-me eyes
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Beboptober Day 7: This Drink’s On Me
Thanks to @thestarlightsymphony for the prompt list! Apologies for the lateness—Friday (10/7) was a busy day for me and I was kinda blocked, so I couldn’t finish and post this until today. I’ll post two fics tomorrow (10/9) to make up for it. This fic takes place during the beginning of Session 25, “The Real Folk Blues Part 1.”
It had been a few hours, and more than a few drinks, since Spike and Jet had planted themselves in the dimly-lit bar on Mars. Scattered next to them on the counter sat mostly-drained glasses, mostly-untouched bowls of peanuts, and a few snuffed-out cigarette butts. The two of them sat in moody, thoughtful silence.
Three of their crew—sixty percent. Gone. Just like that.
It had been a while after the departure of Faye, Ed, and Ein before the two of them had finally left Earth’s airspace and landed the Bebop on Mars, looking for a place to just sit and drink their feelings away. A while of aimless drifting along, smoking, silence.
In retrospect, they probably should have taken off to Mars—or, better yet, some remote corner of the Solar System where they couldn’t be tracked down—immediately, the better for them not to be found again. The last thing they needed was for the two leavers (three, counting Ein) to come crawling back to the ship apropos of nothing, demanding to be fed and sheltered and pampered like babies. He and Spike were better off without all that. But they hadn’t fled immediately; they’d stayed around Earth, at least for a little while, and it felt almost like waiting. Like they were anticipating the girls’ return and giving them a place to come back to.
What bullshit.
They had places to go back to, places they belonged. That’s why they had abandoned the Bebop in the first place. It had never been that place for them. Even after all the times Jet had, reluctantly but unfailingly, taken Faye in when she left the ship and then returned like a smug little cat. Told Ed stories and folktales he remembered from his youth as she rocked back and forth with wide eyes, riveted. Fed Ein, pet him, even talked to him when the rest of the crew wasn’t looking…
If all that had meant nothing to them, then he was better off without them anyway.
He’d been intermittently telling Spike as such for a while and was met with a stony, solemn silence. Spike was resting his head on the counter, his eyes closed. Jet wondered what the hell was going through his head.
They’d been doing so much better when it was just the two of them, anyway. Jet took some momentary solace in the fact that at least they still had each other—then immediately chided himself for thinking that way, for jinxing it. He knew it was foolish and superstitious of him, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of impending dread—that this wasn’t the end. That the losses would keep coming.
He knocked back the rest of his drink and raised his hand to signal the bartender. (It wasn’t like he had to compete for the bartender’s attention; they were the only two in the bar, like a goddamn Edward Hopper painting come to life.) “Another, please.”
The bartender, a serious man with a long and slightly gaunt face, gave a short nod. “This next drink’s on me.”
“Huh?”
He’d already begun shaking the cocktail before Jet could argue. “You two look like you need it.”
Maybe he was taking pity on them. Maybe he was simply trying to get them to stay and buy more drinks afterward—building a customer base (although he kinda shot down his chance to do so with a name like the “Loser Bar”). Maybe he was just sick and tired of their angsting and bullshit.
Either way, the two of them would take it.
They’d take all the solidarity they could get.
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alberto--c · 1 year
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myimaginaryradio · 3 days
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