#i dance like a muppet what the hell

[deadghosy]

Do you know about the Welcome Home fandom? So what about Wally Darling!Reader?

HAZBIN HOTEL X WALLY DARLING! READER

prompt: you are a greeter of the hazbin hotel! Who knew a muppet looking demon could be so colorful.

You are so soft spoken! Like that soft voice you have can hypnotize anyone into doing anything.

“hello, welcome to the hazbin hotel. i’m your greeter.” You say with a “:D” face

You’re so colorful and you’re definitely shorter than Lucifer…i can see Lucifer picking you up like a damn doll at times as you just smile with your muppet ass smile.

You’re just TOO DAMN CUTEEE! 🦆💗 literally even husk grumbles and gives you apples by the bar for you to stop giving him those doe eyes you give him when you are needy for apples.

I feel because of your muppet look, it would bring attention to yourself as a muppets looking demon is quite rare around the pentagram city, or even hell itself as Lucifer and Charlie have a muppet or Marionette look. 

Literally you are friends with Lucifer because of it and he finds your muppet look adorable. Even with your 3 ft height. (Yes I looked up his height and damn he short as hell!😭)

You are just chilling after greeting some new sinners in the hotel as you read the news paper, Lucifer comes out of no where. Dead ass reads the newspaper trying to understand your likes and dislikes.

“Lu-Lu?” You said softly as Lucifer awkwardly smiles and does finger guns at you. “Oh what a coincidence? What are you doing here..?” He says awkwardly as he sweatdrops at his attempt to start a conversation with you. “I live here?” You said raising a brow sitting down the newspaper.

“Oh I do too! What a very crazy thing?!” He says pointing his finger at himself as he poofs away in embarrassment as you just sat there…..*cue in pure confusion*

Alastor would not hate you because you are colorful, lemme be realistic. You two would be mutuals. Not like “oh I hate you but you are cool” type shit. I mean you two are the people who wave at each other but never approach each other because you don’t know if they like you fr. 🥲

One time a sinner had shoulder bumped you on purpose thinking you wasn’t gonna do anything…BUT NAH! YOU GRABBED THAT MF BY HIS NECK AS A SHADOW COVERS YOUR FACE, only leaving your eyes showing as you kick they ass out. You ain’t dealin' with no bullshit at this establishment. And for your friend’s sake.

Angel likes to play with makeup with your face since it’s calling out for his makeup kit. Literally he does blue eyeshadow on you.

I headcannon you wear blue eyeshadow just like how Wally’s eyelid is blue up there. Dead ass it would be cute if it was just blue eye shadow and you had a natural blush on your cheeks. You are quite beautiful reader💗😘

Since Angel is a drag queen, he would also try to make you wear drag queen makeup only for you to sneeze at how much product he used…yeah he never used it on your face.

You’re beautiful natural anyway…just don’t sneeze in his face. Ever again.

You definitely look like you listen to 1970-80’s jazz music as you dance in the lobby with Alastor nodding along happy. Just two jazz buddies liking jazz.

I can imagine Charlie trying to hold you back from eating the fruit gift basket for the guests…you’re only aiming for the damn apples as your mouth was drooling for it.

Imagine Vox has you on his channel because he brided you with apples. He stalked you through your tv you had that has rainbows and apples on it-

Well anyways Alastor “recused” you because you just sat there “begging” to be saved is what he saved when you munched on an apple confused by why Alastor came to take you away from Vox.

If you and Lucifer hung out doing hobbies together, which he suggested. You’re panting a portrait as he makes a duck based off of you….he can’t help but show affection of making you a duck version of yourself.

Niffty and you definitely get along well as hell! As you two have the same fashion taste as you both will dance to the genre of music you guys like.

With you being the greeter, you always have a soft smile and a soft approach to make the guest and residents feel safe in the hotel.

Sir Pentious will absolutely admire you…like a friend crush. He just wants to be your friend but you are too pure to approach as he thinks he won’t be cool enough to be your friend.

Imagine Valentino seeing you shopping and he tried to approach you only for a red smoke to cover you as you blinked confused to see an overprotective Lucifer smiling at you as you had teleported to the hotel. But with Lucifer, you could see his real feelings as you felt confused.

After a few months you and Pentious became friends because of one of his egg boiz named Frank said his “boss” wants to be friends with you. You giggled and nodded as you and sir Pentious do trust exercises together when Charlie host them.

Husk had dilated eyes and purr at you because you scratched under his chin which made him snap out of his cat daze and slap your hand as you giggle with a soft gaze.

I headcannon Velvette to be your girl who makes your outfits in primary colors. Like that or just cute aesthetic kid core fits. 💗‼️

I can see how reader always gives balloons to sinners who had trouble reliving their childhood. So they give balloons out to the sinners who had childhood trauma. You are a greeter, and a hell of a good one. 🦆💗

Imagine how Wally! Reader has those safety pins that say “Welcome!” And it’s so cute because you made them a t hand and Lucifer saw his you had effort in it so he made you more to give out to the guests.

I feel like Valentino will try to get you under his contract so he can use your pretty look since you seem like a femboy….but really you’re just a little guy who likes apples and his friends.

YOU’RE ONLY 12 APPLES TALL! 😨

But the hazbin crew literally cockblock him to the point he just stops doing he was trying to do to you.

I can see Lucifer trying to impress you at times as he never has a friend that had a cute appearance like you so your blank eye stare always catches him off as you just stand there smiling so adorably.

I headcannon waking up to find an apple by your night stand as a note reads “hope you like the apple, my angel!”- Lu-Lu. You just blinked at the apple completely ignoring the note and eating the apple as you smile at the taste.

“…yummy apppleee….” You say until you open your eyes looking at the note. “Wait what.”

You had gave Lucifer back an apple basket with rubber ducks that had painted apples not it for your appreciation of the apples he gave you 

#welcome home wally #wally darling #wh wally #Wally! reader #welcome home #welcome home x hazbin hotel #crossover #hazbin hotel x Wally darling! reader #hazbin hotel x Wally!reader #welcome home x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x platonic!reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin vaggie #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin x you #hazbin #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin lucifer #muppet! reader

[starsexplodeatnight]

Okay, I can never take things seriously. @ghouljams Ballerina AU-

Soap and Gaz are such fucking muppets that *steal* your tutu’s and you see them doing female dance moves. Ghost wouldn’t *but* he would do a lift with Johnny. He belly aches about it after his ‘bad back’ and havin’ to lift Soap’s ‘fatass’ but he was laughing just as much as Gaz and Soap. He wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t want to.

Price barks at the, “oi! Those are expensive! Knock it off!” But, really? He doesn’t want the sight of those idiots to haunt him every time he sees you in your tutu. You’re so fucking cute when you wear one! He doesn’t want to be reminded of Soap or Gaz wearing one whenever he see’s a tutu! (And, they are fucking expensive)

Gaz is confident as hell, swaggers up to you in the tutu. Purposefully pops his hips. “Makes my walk ever better, don’t you think luv?” Like, damn! What those hips do- Only to knock his credibility down when he starts goofing with Soap again. They chest bump in them- even when he’s an idiot he’s charming.

Johnny- I love him so much, he’s a smart boi, so competent but! He’s also got such dumbass energy. I love it… He’d just be messing about and watching himself in the mirrors. He’ll bend over at the waist just to see the tutu stick out then get a dirty idea. “Oi lass! Give us a look’ see! Do what I do so I know if I’m doin’ it right!” Just so he can see you bend over- “No- hold it a little longer! I don’t think I’ve quite got it!”

I’m sorry @ghouljams !!! I gave crack to you AU!!!!

#call of duty #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #tf141 x reader #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #john price #simon ghost riley #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #simon riley #john soap mactavish

[bit-odd-innit]

"Oh hell yeah." Argyle tips his head down to hang between his knees, clapping reverently and in time as he rises to the next song on Jonathan's mix. "Let's fuckin' goooooooo." Jonathan's nose scrunches around a laugh. "You don't strike me as a John Denver fan." Argyle's arms are up above his head, swaying elegantly in sync with the wind-swept branches above them. Robin is on her feet too, mimicking him, looking like an ancient aunt at a wedding attempting the YMCA. "As far as I'm concerned, dyood," he grabs Robin's wrists and maneuvers her to be somewhere in the neighborhood of the rhythm. "Anyone who's cool with the Muppets? S'cool with me. COUNTRY ROOOOOOADS—" Tonight was meant to be a relaxed night, an evening where the older kids could unwind, but there's an unshakable Finality to it. Jonathan and Argyle are shipping back to California in a few days, and it's a matter of weeks before Robin and Nancy head east for college. Steve's parents at last sold the house (well under asking, his mother loves to remind him) so he's crashing at Eddie and Wayne's Bright Shiny New Ranch for the foreseeable future. Steve's chest sinks. He's never going to be with these people, in this place, ever again.

Beside him, Eddie giggles.

"You amused, Munson?" He asks, rolling his head to the side. They're all more than a little high and more than a little drunk, but Steve and Eddie are the only ones who have fully laid back in the high grass behind the Hopper-Byers home. Steve thinks, briefly, of ticks. The bonfire he and Jonathan cobbled together flares orange, illuminates Eddie's cheekbones. Steve watches his plush pink lips silently mouth the words of the song, eyes closed. Steve's heart clenches. "Big fan of the Muppets, I assume," he says instead of you're everything to me. Eddie's whole face pinches in on itself, caught. "Are you surprised? I'm friends with Henderson, am I not?" Steve's laugh pulls him upright, his fist twisted in Eddie's tee shirt dragging him along for the ride. He's more than a little worried about ticks. Eddie follows him, still giggling, face pushed into Steve's shoulder. Across from them Nancy and Jonathan slow dance. There's something mournful about it; Nancy's hand curved around the back of Jonathan's neck, eyes and jaw hard; Jonathan rubbing his thumb on the small of Nancy's back, eyes watery and set somewhere far in the distance. Nancy's arm flies out and Robin is there at once, curved into her side. Argyle is there too, crushed against Jonathan's back, one hand still wrapped around Robin's wrist.

"Where you from?" Steve asks, feeling as stupid as the question sounds. Eddie squints. "Where d'ya think I'm from, baby?" And ah, God, fuck, shit. Because baby started as a joke. Baby built off their goofy innocuous teasing of darling and sweetheart and my love because they're friends and friends tease, but Eddie called Steve baby and his entire circulatory system collapsed, could only recalibrate by calling Eddie honey, watching his dark eyes go liquid soft, his body melting against him. They're friends. "You're from..." He gestures vaguely. "Not here?" Eddie laughs again, his breath warm against his collarbone.

"I'm from Kentucky," he lets his voice dip into his natural accent and Steve shivers. "I moved here in middle school when Wayne got the job at the factory."

"You miss it?" He tips his head so he mouths the question into Eddie's hair, in the space above his ear. Eddie hums and Steve digs his nails into the underside of his thigh to stop himself from jolting. "I don't remember enough about it to miss it," he says. "But I love this song, and it makes me miss something I don't think I ever had. Does that make sense?" Argyle, who is the closest he's ever been to the East Coast, tips his head back to face the canopy of trees and screams, "WEST VIRGINIAAAAAAAAA—"

Steve leaps to his feet, dragging Eddie with him.

"Dance with me."

Eddie's fingers curve around Steve's. "What about your girl?" "She's fine." Behind them, Jonathan Nancy and Robin kick out the square dance they learned in middle school gym class. Robin is one step behind, dragged along by the elbow Nancy has hooked around her bicep. Argyle watches, nodding and fascinated. Steve pulls Eddie in, chest to chest, hand crawling up to cradle the back of his skull, and murmurs, "take me home..."

He doesn't remember a lot after that. He remembers the thrust of Eddie's body, the soft press of his mouth. He remembers Nancy's squeaky "Oh!", Argyle's affirmative hum, Robin's hyena-like cackle that said he was going to get destroyed tomorrow, and the buzz against his lips. Eddie giggles, pulls him closer. "Take me home," he sings, and Steve thinks, we already are.

#stranger things #steddie #my fanfic

[seabysiren]

had an idea for streamer au (not a request, just wanted to share)!! playing animal crossing with ghost and soap, they're both in vc but you're muted and just using the reactions and text. soap may not be able to burn babygirl's island down but he can certainly commit aggravated assault with a net. meanwhile reader is just drawing ghost as an anime girl on the bulletin board.

also ghost would 100% have grizzly as his cranky villager. i will not accept any criticism because i am 100% correct

part I ; part II

this is 100% true.

instead of animal crossing new horizon it’s just animal crossing new hostage.

ghost was reluctant to say the least. last time he played multiplayer with soap it went bad. like kill all your family and burn you at the cross bad.

after several insistent minutes of begging, he relented.

that was the worst idea ever.

soap’s little character trampled around everything, his loud voice mocking his decorations.

“yer off yeir rocket, ghost.”

“…what.”

“it’s all monochrome! no color. ya enjoy simulating color blindness? it’s all grey.”

“stfu.”

ghost doesn’t appreciate the criticism. nor the constructive criticism when soap said he could make a tea party right there in the middle of his house.

girly pink and all.

-

your character can just be seen slowly trailing after ghost’s.

the absolute contrast in characters. ghost’s character can be seen wearing a skull, a black mask, a skeleton shirt and black jeans.

yours on the other hand is just cute. soft pastel colors highly contrast the black and grey decoration set around the island.

you can be seen in the corner of ghost’s screen just emoting randomly.

the chat coos at you whenever your character can be seen following ghosts around.

the only villager ghost has on his island is grizzy. it’s the only villager he talks to. he literally ignores everyone else and never lets grizzy leave.

you say he likes grizzy because their both emotionally constipated.

he denies it but chat totally agrees.

grizzy has his own little designated area decked out in all the works. axes in stumps. fire places. the occasional questionable body.

and a cute little cabin :)

ghost left the stream once. just for a little snack and a break.

that was a bad idea.

soap had unleashed chaos. sure he couldn’t vandalize his island. nor kidnap his villagers and burn his dog at the stake.

but he could plunder.

and plunder he did.

the chats just going crazy begging soap to stop or egging him on. but nothing can stop soap except soap himself. he won’t stop until he literally took everything on the island.

you just follow around him with that dumb little chat above your head.

saying like

“you missed one.”

“there’s a whole section over here.”

“he’s gonna beat your ass when u return”

cue soap hitting grizzy with his net. your character just emotes and dances in the background of the chaos.

by the time ghost returned, your nowhere to be seen as he just silently watches soap take everything.

he leans into the microphone and just growls into it.

“the hell you doin’ ya bloody muppet.”

soap screeches in surprise.

he sounds like a pterodactyl.

dinosaur soap.

ding! [muppet counter: 7]

after raiding his entire island soap comes back just to smack ghost’s character. again. and again. and again.

until you say you got an announcement to make.

ghost and soap’s characters walk over to the bulletin board.

you emote as you say to check the note you posted. the only note posted on there because ghost doesn’t like using the bulletin board for anything.

it’s just a drawing of ghost in a maid outfit emoting.

soap’s mic can be heard crackling from the way he bursts out laughing.

and despite ghost absolutely tearing into you for the absurd[ly good] drawing , he doesn’t take it down.

baby girl intensifies when you let soap surprise ghost. by letting him into his account and decking out the island in baby pink and pastels and replacing grizzy with bluebear.

let’s just say your switch rights have been revoked along with soaps.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #cod #cod x reader #gn reader #streamer au

[lumiereswig]

Beauty and the beast but the people who are normally the good guys are evil

heheheheheheee I actually have a playlist called “evil batb” I listen to when I am ready to be wicked and commit crimes

Agatha cursed Adam at the last moment not as a sort of justice from hell measure but because he was about to crush her windpipe. sometimes self defense has to be a spell you set with your own blood. she crumples to the floor, dead, as Adam grows bones and claws and nails and teeth—and teeth—and teeth—and teeth….

In this timeline, a girl who might have just once been a dreaming bookworm has gone mad with loneliness, her heart a husk of what it was. she had a mother once, who died. she had a father once, who lived, staring at nothing, his fingers tinkering with gears that never fit. the magic and adventure never came. and when she hears there's a monster in the woods, she thinks I can turn my loneliness to some good measure. I'll go and kill the beast. Maybe then someone here in this village will take me as I am, if I finally have blood on my hands.

why was Adam trying to kill Agathe? because he doesn't trust magic, never has. What good is magic if the people you love can die and they do nothing to stop it? Agathe could have kept his mother from dying. Agathe could have stopped his father, any chance she had. but loneliness and anger creates more loneliness and anger, and in his desire to kill the last magic thing in the forest he becomes it, himself, roaring through the hallways and filling the rooms with a shaggy, aching rage.

Belle shows up and these two souls who don't have one good thing to say about the rest of the world start trying to kill each other—Adam because he has nothing left to be but a beast; Belle because she has nothing left to be but a slayer.

the staff are evil too!! oh my god they’re all so bad! but they’re bad in like, the campy tim curry ooo I’m evil because I wear leather kind of way. they’re bad like muppets. plumette throws knives lumiere wears thigh-highs cogsworth plots and schemes on like, how to set the table with purple napkins instead of white. in a previous life mrs. potts was a master assassin. they're all so busy dancing to lady gaga and being gay they never get around to actually committing any crimes.

what’s Gaston doing here? Gaston is simply a Man of the People! He’s been put down Too Long! he is in love with Belle and entirely unknowing that she’s got a heart made of holes. he's big into examining himself from a "safe and healthy perspective" and discussing every aspect of his personality in therapy but hasn't actually noticed that Belle is lonely or, uhh, not here anymore because she went to kill the monster in the woods and that was five weeks ago.

as naturally happens when two angry toxic people with precisely the same cocktail of loneliness meet, Adam and Belle segue quickly from trying to kill each other to, oopsie, relating over their shared griefs and maybe actually finding solace in each other. Are they in a healthy relationship? Absolutely not! Oh my god nobody go near them! They're surrounded by evil gay furniture why would you even want to! But they are what the other one needs, in this broken and fragile state, and I don't think anyone should fault them for holding onto each other, if it's the only life raft they have, as they patch their broken pieces in the only ways they know how. No one wants to be wicked. Some just have shadows that grow longer, and need a little sun to light the way.

So maybe they're damned. It's not a bad thing to be damned together.

#stretching my limbs back into writing by trying a few posts and purposely being REAL BAD #asks #batb headcanon #this is not good! oh well it's here #beauty and the beast #batb 2017

[goneahead]

I got tagged by @demeter1111 back when wattieza forests were still a thing. sorry for being a disorganized noodle!

15 questions and 15 mutuals:

Were you named after anyone? When was the last time you cried? Do you have kids? Do you use sarcasm a lot? What's the first thing you notice about people? What's your eye colorScary movies or happy endings? Any special talents? Where were you born? What are your hobbies? Have any pets? What sports do you play/have played? How tall are you? Favorite subiect in school? Dream job?

KNIGHTS! NEW QUESTIONS! (obligatory obscure Monty Python reference)

What famous person, alive or dead, would you want beside you during a zombie apocalypse?

Hanibal of Carthage. He is super smart, a great fighter—and he comes with elephants. Lets be honest, elephants would be super cool in a zombie apocalypse. Especially zombie ones😁

If they made a movie about you, what would your theme song be?

since I’m a nomad, The Great Divide by National Park Radio😉

Which muppet character would you be willing to go on a date with?

Gonzo—as long as Gonzo sets up the date. Cuz you know Gonzo would set up a wild date😆

What is the weirdest thing you have ever eaten?

I was served whale blubber at a party once. Do NOT recommend🤢

What is the weirdest thing you still eat?

I really love peanut butter on my crepes😋

You can have any extinct or fantasy animal as a pet. What would you choose?

The enormous pteradactyl, Quetzalcoatlus. With a handy riding harness. And maybe some water ballons…😏

List a very boring fact about yourself.

I am an American mutt. My parents were from very different parts of the country, but all four of my grandparents came from families that settled in the U.S. in the timespan 1630–1730.

You are granted a wish to have any food you want—but the catch is you will have to eat it twice a day for the rest of your life. What do you choose?

**ponders** popcorn or freshly baked cookies or popcorn or freshly baked cookies or popcorn or—

You can choose any singer or band to play at your funeral. Who do you pick?

Nat King Cole. Everyone can roll up the rugs, and dance the night away!

What line of poetry or doggerel is forever stuck in your brain?

Charge of the Light Brigade: “Into the jaws of Death, into the mouth of hell/Rode the six hundred.” I used to quote this at work, usually when we were getting overrun. For some reason, my bosses were never amused. Then again. they also didnt appreciate it when I would tell them ‘I would like to inform you that the barbarians are at the gates.”😂😂😂

You can bring back an item of clothing that has fallen out of style. What would it be?

We really need to bring back the clothing of the Han Chinese. Imagine if we could all walk around in loose, flowing comfortable clothes. Also, wearing hanfu means long flowing belts—which means we could turn all the cool stuff we currently put on our key chains into belt decorations. With tassles. Cuz modern clothing haz a serious lack of tassles. Just saying…

You are granted the gift of being a were creature. What animal would you choose to change into?

Definitely were-otter. Much scampering, much floating—and lots of fish. Also, I wouldnt have to worry about villagers and pitchforks, cuz seriously, who is gonna be scared of a were-otter?

What is the most useless fact you know?

The last person to collect a Civil War pension was Irene Triplett. She passed away in 2020. Also, in 1916 the U.S. Postal Service changed the rules, and you can no longer mail more than 200 pounds/90 kilos in a single day. Why? Some guy was building a bank in Utah and realized he could save on freight charges by just having the bricks mailed. Yes, ALL of the bricks😂😂😂

You are going to be locked, all alone, in a place for 24 hours. Which place do you choose?

Um, tie. The Jacques Marchais Museum of Tibetan Art or the Gilcrease Museum😍

What is the superpower you want and whats the superpower you DONT want?

Best superpower? Making quarters appear wherever I want. No, seriously. Think about how much fun you could have, in a super sneaky way. College kid walks by—put a few extra quarters in their pocket. Seniors sitting on a park bench—now there are handfuls of quarters in the bottom of their purses. Tip jar at the coffee shop—add another layer of quarters. Also easiest superhero name ever. Just stick a pencil behind your ear and call yourself ‘Drawn and Quartered’🤣🤣🤣

The worst superpower? Anything to do with ice and snow. Nope nope nope!

ok tagging @distilled-prose @cowandcalf @teruel-a-witch @ellena-asg @wordrummager @torrentialmonsoon @sherrylephotography @ends-2-beginnings @itwoodbeprefect @alex-a-roman @mikefrawley @firstfullmoon @gracebriarwoodwrites @maureen2musings @stephmcx and cuz I changed the questions @demeter1111 also tagging @neil-gaiman cuz I know he wont answer, but I am super curious about his answer to question one😂😂😂

#answered #new questions #zombie elephants

[rascheln]

Steve is a late-night yogurt eater.

Billy has no idea why that throws him off so much. Hell, he watches Steve put way too expensive cups of unsweetened yogurt into their shopping basket and snarks about it “Are you on a health kick?” 

Which earns him a half-hearted glare and a slightly defensive “I just like it, okay?”

Steve Harrington, yogurt eater. Well, there’s weirder things about a guy, Billy figures at that point. Files it away in the same drawer as the broad range of muppet impressions he’s become privy to. the spontaneous dancing, when Steve is in a good mood. The heavy, tired dog sighs when he’s moping.

They make a mess in the kitchen cooking dinner and then clean it up afterwards while they listen to the radio. They brush their teeth drowsily next to each other in the mornings, their morning routines starting to clumsily fit together more easily each day. They fall asleep watching Magnum and wake up long enough to find their way to bed and lazily make out till they fall asleep again.

It’s after one of those lazy evenings, a weeknight that is becoming their new normal, that Billy wakes up to an empty bed. A kitchen drawer opening and closing registers to his senses, which means that he likely got woken by their noisy fridge door.

Despite Steve clearly being the next room over, Billy misses him. So he gets up. Heads to the kitchen.

And sees Steve, hair flat on one side of his head and sticking up on the other. Eyes half lidded. Feet swinging where he sits on the counter. He holds one of his fancy yogurt cups and is absolutely devouring its contents.

It shouldn’t be endearing. Billy tries to tell himself that: Steve looks like a dork. A little unhinged, honestly, with the speed at which he’s inhaling his yogurt. But then he sucks on his spoon, lips clinging to it. Sticks his tongue out for the next serving of yogurt, just a hint of pink before he closes his mouth and a deeply content expression on his face.

Bare feet swing back and forth. Billy knows they’ll be cold once they’re back in bed, seeking warmth between his calves.

Maybe it’s not the goddamn late night yogurt that throws him so much, he realizes. It’s just- there’s this boy who used to exist in his head. A cut-out of Steve Harrington, who seemed cool and a little cold. Alluring and unattainable.  And yet. there’s Steve: Right in front of him, a lot more uncool. A lot more softer and warmer and looking a little guilty with his mouth full when he notices Billy. No questions asked when he’s drawn into a hug. Really, the shock quickly fades and all that remains is the knowledge that what he got is lot more precious than he ever expected to get.

#harringrove #harringrove txt #idk i suddenly needed to write domestic hg and billy being Absolutely Gone for his boyfriend

[giggly-squiggily]

hi I hope I’m not too late for the sentence starters. If I’m not can I request lee rin with ler sae from blue lock? I read your other fic with them and I really enjoyed it. The sentence being “you’re still as ticklish as you always were”

{Puffs are officially CLOSED}

Heyo! You're just in time, anon! :D And ahhh, the Itoshi brothers! Not gonna lie, this came out more Ler!Shidou than Ler!Sae, but there's still some in there! I hope you like it! :D

“Would you knock that off!”

Normally Sae wouldn’t get involved with such petty fights. Whatever happened off the soccer field was no concern of it- so long as it didn’t affect how he played, let them kill each other.

That said- he was still an older brother, and hearing Rin shout like that made him turn to look almost instinctively.

“Hehehehehe! Man, you’re as bad as Sae-Sae!” Shidou was laughing like a goon, head thrown back and arms around his belly like a muppet. Rin on the other hand looked furious- or at least; he would have if he wasn’t blushing so much. “Come here-”

“Stay away- GAH!” Rin squawked and jumped back from Shidou’s hands- fingers just brushing his hips. “SHIDOU!”

Sae blinked. Then he sighed, walking over to the pair. “Demon, leave him be-”

“Rin’s ticklish!” Shidou cried, delighted. Rin looked like he wanted to implode on the spot.

“......” Sae blinked, then looked at Rin. “Still?”

“What the hell do you mean ‘still’?” Rin glared, but the expression melted away when Shidou gave his lower ribs a quick series of pokes. “Ahah! Stahahp!”

“He’s so ticklish! Is it a family thing, Sae-Sae?” Shidou grinned, eyes dancing as he chased Rin with his fingers. “You’re pretty bad when I tickle you here!”

Sae closed his eyes, willing away the urge to strangle the other. Focus on the more important things. Such as…

“AH! No, nohohot you tohoohohoo!” Rin yelped when Sae came to his other side, gently squeezing along his ribs until he found that same terrible spot from years ago. “Sahhahahe, cuhuhuhut thahhahat ouuhuhuht!”

“You’re still as ticklish as you always were.” Sae mused, a rare warmth touching his voice as he slowly brought Rin to his knees. Shidou, ever the opportunity taker, quickly followed him down for maximum tickling. “Good to see some things stayed the same.”

“SHUHUHUHUSH! AAHHEAHHAH GEHEHEHT OHOHOOHFF MEHEHEHEHHE! SHIHIHIHIDOU!” Rin cried, falling backwards into the grass as he pawed at Shidou’s hands, cheeks pink and smile bright. “SAHHAHHE HEHHEHELP!”

“Yeah Sae-Sae! Help me~” Shidou crooned, winking at him with a smirk.

Sae watched them for a few more minutes before shrugging, turning back to the field. “Good luck, Rin. Try not to kill him, Demon.”

#Puffs #sentence starters #tickle #tickle dabble #blue lock #sae itoshi #rin itoshi #shidou ryusei #I love them your honor

[good-morning-tucson]

LITTLE BABY THING A WEEK 2 REVIEW

flickr - i think this song is super silly. it sounds very somber and serious but its just images. thank you mr. coulton.

resolutions - everything about this song fills me with dread. just completely unavoidable stress. the fear of a new year combined with the slowed background and robotic voice does something to my head. and the counting. its like. oughhh. i can’t properly describe this songs effects on my psyche but know it Has Them.

you could be her - THIS SONG IS SO FUCKING REAL. i can feel everything the song sets up the main character to feel. all of the awful monotony and stuff. this song just reminds me of winter in the most evil way. somewhere theres a hell that was meant for me and i think ive found it #justgirlythings

i will - the only correct way to listen to the beatles

dance, soterios johnson, dance - he didnt have to go THIS hard. this one also makes me think of my foul best friend/gay lover aspen. i could fuck this song UP at karaoke. literally the most song ever. a never ever skip for me no matter the circumstances

so far so good - this is one of what i call “songs i want to listen to while slowly drifting out to the sea, drink in hand.” fills me with joy and hope but at the same time the deepest, saddest pit you’ve ever felt

curl - i think curl goes crazy despite being full red white and blue blooded american and having no interest in curling or canadians. i love it more when its live with paul and storm

chiron beta prime - my (tied) favorite joco song EVER. my first favorite joco song. chiron beta prime is very straightforward and has little room for interpretation to me but sometimes you NEED a good goofy lil sci fi song. the best. concert. ever. version with joco’s muppet laugh and andy bates is the best thing imaginable its joyous

take care of me - this song makes me really upset. he writes songs so real sometimes. he played that accordion solo for real himself i think

a talk with george - this song absolutely grew on me after hearing it live. made me really really really fucking emotional. the way he introduced it too was. ouuuughh the white man and his emotion provoking tunes. it makes my heart hurt

don’t talk to strangers - i don’t listen to this song enough. thank you dad joco

stroller town - i don’t think this song is real. i think i hallucinated this song entirely. i mean it’s not bad. his voice makes my brain go weird

re: your brains: i have the re: your brains shirt. anyway my best friend/divorced gay lover aspen have had many a conversation about the homosexual legitimacy of crazy dave and dr. zomboss from plants vs. zombies because of this song

thing a week 2 might be my favorite thing a week? i haven’t heard the others in a while so i’ll get back to you. but it does go INSANE. it’s got a ton of just amazing songs and some like. pretty good to okay songs. overall i love thing a week 2 so sweetly

#jonathan coulton #joco #thing a week 2

[susandsnell]

Crane: 12, 27, 30

Thanks so much for sending this! <3

Send a character and a number/several numbers, and i’ll answer:

12. Sexuality hc!

I have my biases in this, I'll admit, but I genuinely read the not-so-good Doctor as bi/pan in that I don't think he particularly cares about gender when it comes to his attractions and there's textual support over the years with various iterations of him showing interest in or having chemistry with both women and men. Yes, yes, Have a Gay Old Time and all that, but his intro comic suggests, "he certainly is a queer fellow" - given that his Year One backstory is a gender-flipped Carrie, itself popularly read as a gay allegory (hell, I think his bullies even were specifically homophobic towards him), given the long affinity between LGBT+ folk and horror/identifying with the horror monsters, and even given how blissed out Nolan!Crow looked getting his hair pulled by Batman, I'd say there's a lot to work with there.

27. If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

Absolutely love this one! I've already had a ton of fun speculating with you about him meeting Dani Ardor of Midsommar, fitting because she's even a psych major if I remember correctly, and going back and forth with what could be done with such an AU. Honestly, any horror villain and/or hero(ine) would suit him because what's so great about Crane is that as Scarecrow he works within any text to reveal a character's deepest fears and relationship with fear, while also having an academic/professional interest in them as a psychiatrist. I do think I've seen posts on here speculating on the fun he'd have with Jack Seward as a potential ally and/or rival/disappointing colleague, so that's a definite one also! And because I'm predictable, it would likely not be healthy (in that he would enable/encourage her most violent instincts, but hey, at least theyr'e supporting each other?) but at least a little touching and sweet that he'd be a needed avuncular figure to Carrie White.

30. The funniest scene they had? Oh, gosh, hard to pick just one! When old school Crane declared his plan was to commit heists for more money to buy books? When he beefs it so completely and utterly with Becky and has the chutzpah to think her issue with him is that she wants him to alter that godawful Mistress of Fear straw corset and muppet mask costume? "This is a perfectly rational response to my traumatic experiences, and if you don't believe me, I'll kill you!"? His little dance of joy out the window in the first volume of Year One? The entirety of his appearance in Happy Halloween, Scooby Doo, an extension of his habit of just Showing Up Places He Has No Business Being (including other canons)? On that note, literally everything he does in the Dark Knight Trilogy as he Barbies his way through every villainous profession in Gotham's gig economy? (Though going down that easy in Batman Begins and his sassy little strut out of the truck in The Dark Knight are highlights.) For such a frightening and tragic character, the guy is funny as hell!

#jonathan crane #scarecrow #bat-tag #cranerot #thanks for sending! <3 #ask night

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

It Happened Quiet

Pairings: Yandere!Nick Jackson x Reader

Word Count: 1571 words

Warnings: +18, explicit descriptions of murder, violence, emotional trauma, blood and suicide. Read it at your own risk

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Thank you to my beloved @theworldofotps for being a beta.

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @letsgivethisonemoreshot @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @starwithaheart, @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @cuzimacomedian , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @sldghmmr , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234

Eyes blue and hollow

As it rains against their will

Feathers falling out of the pillow

As if time is standing still

“Nick, what the fuck did you do?!” Kenny yelled as his hands covered the large wound across her abdomen “Hold on, okay? The ambulance is on its way” Kenny whispered as he looked into her eyes, that were getting more distant as time went by.

“Oh my God, Nick. Why did you do this?!” Matt gripped Nick's shoulders and tried to push him away from her limp body “Get the hell away from her!” He screamed at his younger brother, using all of his strength to shove him far away from her.

“Don’t” The sharp blade, covered in blood was pressed against Matt’s neck “Do NOT try to take her away from me!” Nick snarled lowly, sharp blue eyes staring intently at his brother as if daring him to do something.

“Matt, I think she’s going into shock” Kenny mumbled once he stared at her lackluster eyes and blue lips “Sweetheart, it’s Kenny. Please talk to me”

I can’t remember much more

But I know it happened quiet

So quiet

Life was slowly fading away from her with each labored breath. Time seemed to stop and everything happened in slow motion, so painfully slow that Matt felt himself taking two steps away from the horrifying scene in front of him. Kenny yelled something that sounded incoherent to Matt’s ears as Nick just stared into nothingness. His fingers played with her hair, twirling the soft strands around his finger. Matt had watched this very same scene so many times before in the past, except now a huge crimson shade stained her bright white tank top as well as his younger brother’s skin.

Words falling out through the window

All that remains is a silent call

Is the earth coloured red?

As I land like a flower on the meadow

Love is wild

Everything around her was dreamlike. The voices were familiar to her ears but they sounded so far away that it was impossible for her to identify who they belonged to. Inside her mind, memories were painted like polaroids - screenshots of the moments worth living again.

Their wedding, their first house, their first pet, the pregnancy plans, the countless trips across the country…sleepless nights where he stood beside her, talking about everything yet nothing at all in a futile attempt to keep her grounded. The stupid jokes and dances, the terrible Muppets impersonations. Everything seemed to flash before her eyes like an old movie until the pictures were consumed by flames.

You fell apart

Like a stone can be broken into sand

A thousand pieces

Spread across a crying land

Nick didn’t know how they got to this point, only that this is what desperation looks like. This was the only thing one who seemed to have lost everything could do. Life is strange, everything is so sudden and unstable. Yesterday there was sun, today there was rain… It’s funny how despair can make you do things you’ve never thought of doing before, and it’s even funnier to see how much despair a person can instill in you just by poisoning you with their love. Now you see, that was the problem. She poisoned him with her love, her smile, her kisses. She offered him everything he could never have: peace of mind, a light heart, constant smiles for no reason, overwhelming feelings of happiness just for having her love and then suddenly she wanted to rip that away from him, leaving him back in the darkness of his previous life. How was he supposed to live like that? Without her? Without her light? How can one survive when each breath they take feels like a burden? How does one manage to live without the only light that brightens their path? The answer is they can’t. So their only salvation is dragging their light into the darkness.

And you can’t remember that day

But you know it happened quiet

So quiet

The interior of the house was a chaotic mess. Blood, along with pieces of broken glass and porcelain covered the hardwood floor, the lighter pieces of furniture were thrown to the ground, the drawer which contained the kitchen knives was trashed and the blades now laid tossed on the kitchen floor.

The contents of her handbag were spread across the living room rug, the suitcase containing all of her clothes was broken and several amounts of cut fabric were strewn from the living room to the backyard where it all took place.

Kenny stared at everything in shock, the feeling of helplessness numbed his emotions as he stared at her deceased body in Nick’s arms. The once so joyful eyes were distant and lacking their usual sparkle as she now stared at the land with semi hooded lifeless eyes. Her blood stained Kenny’s hands, the reminder of his failed attempt of holding the life within her. As haunting as it was to see her in such a state, a part of Kenny felt relieved for her, because at least now she would have some peace. Up to a certain point that’s what her features presented themselves as: ultimate peace. The freedom she yearned for was finally here.

Words falling out through the window

All that remains is a silent call

Is the earth coloured red?

As I land like a flower on the meadow

Love is wild

Matt was nauseous. If it was because of the strong metallic scent of blood, her limp spiritless body or his brother’s brutal action, he didn’t know. Perhaps it was a mixture of everything. He thought about her parents and the effect this would have upon them, the worst fear of any parent would become true. Matt thought about his own parents and how they would react knowing their son had committed the ultimate sin of reaping a life. But more than anything, Matt thought about her and what must’ve gone through her mind as the final seconds of life slowly faded away. What was more disturbing to Matt though was the sense of tranquility that surrounded her and Nick.

Nick was calm in a way Matt had never seen before, it was bothersome to witness someone who just murdered their loved be so apparently unfazed by the current events and its fatal result. But the more Matt stared at him, the more it confused him. Was their tranquility rooted in a twisted form of despair for finally not having to be around each other or was it because they knew the aftermath of not having each other would be devastating to their souls?

Ooh ooh

The sirens of both the police and ambulance resonated faintly in the background. To Nick’s ears they sounded like coyotes in the desert.

Coyotes that were closer and closer to taking away the only thing that truly mattered in his life…her. They would steal her from him and he would never get to have her in his arms ever again. So Nick did the only thing he could do, he held her tighter and buried his face in the crook of her neck, his last attempt of forever imprinting on his mind her scent and the feeling of her soft skin underneath his fingertips. This was their last moment together until the coyotes came to rip her away forever.

Are your dreams as dead as they seem?

Are your dreams as dead as they seem?

All of their pictures distributed across the living room in white portraits were either broken or stained with blood. All were the silent reminder of the once beautiful dream that had resulted into the most horrific nightmare - nothing but a chronicle of a tragedy foretold.

Don’t you speak over my voice

I will return from the shadows

And I’ll bleed in your bed

Turn it red

Like the ground outside your window

The memories of the many laughs they shared in that land seemed to mock them now. Happy moments taunted his loss, reminding Nick of what he could never have again - at least for as long as he lived on this earth.

He never meant to get this far, but despair pushed him down the hill. And now, only one thing could end the pain Nick knew would devastate him once he was no longer able to have her in his arms.

Love is wild

Kenny’s mind processed it all in slow motion. He watched Nick grabbing the knife from the dirt before sliding the blade across his neck.

Matt’s eyes widened and a loud, painful cry left his lips as he ran towards his brother. “No, no, no, no. Nick!”

Matt’s hands covered his brother’s neck in an attempt to stop the bleeding, but from where he stood he could see the cut was too deep “No, Nick. NO!”

Love is wild

Matt’s face appeared blurry in front of Nick’s eyes. He could see the tears sliding down his older brother’s cheeks as a pure sense of peace flooded his emotions. Nick closed his fist around the fabric of her shirt and a small smile covered his lips once he saw her offering her hand to him, silently inviting him to follow her along. And that’s what he did without hesitation, he took her hand and followed her along.

The darkness had found it’s light again.

Love is wild

#nick jackson fanfiction #nick jackson x reader #nick jackson imagine #nick jackson #young bucks imagine #the young bucks #young bucks #masochist writes #Spotify

[beardedmrbean]

Nunya it’s zoomer Huey, so as you know that Elmo was choked by Larry David on live tv.

Now I hearing that Elmo is a black 3 and half year old child

Now I know Sesame Street was created mostly as a way for inner cities kids can get knowledge as the places their in several lack the resources to let them to learn

Jeez almost like most cities planners never thought about kids and such

But anyways can you look up the idea that Elmo is meant to represent a black boy? Of course Elmo represents all kids now. But I find it interesting as that group of kids are often forgotten.

Perhaps I’m sound weird as I just got off my shift as I wrote this

You're fine I saw that whole thing.

I don't believe that Elmo was put in as a substitute for a black kid, just on the basis that it's Sesame Street and they don't do things like that, or they didn't.

No dancing around things there, the first lesson on death I had was Big Bird bringing a picture he'd drawn of Mr Hooper to him to show him, but Mr Hooper had died.

And Sesame Street handled that in a honest and age appropriate way that made death real but not scary, so if they'd wanted to introduce a black kid Muppet they'd make em a black kid.

All that and I remember Elmo from when I was a kid, before he became "ELMO" and there was nothing like that there either to my memory.

And we had human performers of all kinds even then, back when everyone was supposed to be wanting to treat everyone equally regardless of external factors, which apparently is racist now.

I could be wrong though, so I'll look and regardless of what I see I'm leaving that top bit.

Go easy first.

Elmo Monster is a red Muppet character on the children's television show Sesame Street.[3] A furry red monster who speaks in a high-pitched falsetto voice and frequently refers to himself in the third person, he hosts the last full five-minute segment (fifteen minutes prior to 2017) on Sesame Street, "Elmo's World", which is aimed at toddlers. He was most often puppeteered by Kevin Clash, but since his resignation in late 2012, he has been puppeteered by Ryan Dillon.

However, in 1985, Hunt was so frustrated with the puppet, he squeezed it and threw it at Kevin Clash, who then performed Elmo. Clash said that Elmo should be a character who is kind and loving. Sans says of Clash, "one day in 1985, Kevin Clash, a talented puppeteer, raised him up and brought energy and life into Elmo and from that day forward we would all write for Elmo." Modern Elmo debuted with the Season 17 premiere of Sesame Street, episode 2096 (first aired November 18, 1985, following the release of the Sesame Street film Sesame Street Presents: Follow That Bird). In the episode, Big Bird is tired of the adults refusing to believe him about Snuffy, so he decides to arrange for them to come to his nest and meet Snuffy, and Elmo offers to help. Snuffy returns, then tells Elmo he had better go home and brush his fur to prepare for the grown-ups' arrival, but Elmo holds on to his snuffle so he cannot go; as such, the adults meet Snuffy for the first time ever. Clash cites a moment later in season 17 (from Episode 2215 in which Elmo packs for an imaginary vacation) as the moment when he "found his voice" as Elmo, and by 1987, he became added to various episodes and product lines. __________________

There's lots more but nothing to indicate he was supposed to be any kind of stand in for a black child, people may be projecting because the guy playing him was a black dude, but didn't start that way so not looking good for that theory.

Before moving on, we'll get to that elephant in the room about the guy that does the voice.

Since this is the dude doing it now, and there would be hell to pay somewhere if he was actually supposed to be black. _______________

Not gonna vouch for facts DOT net, but with a URL like that I think it's likely they're going to know what they're talking about even if it is obviously a clickbait site.

OOP maybe this is something

That's Roosevelt Franklin, not Elmo. So there's another nope.

But as I've said if Sesame Street wanted a black character they wouldn't have used a red monster.

They'd have made a black human(ish) Muppet. _____________

Sesame Street was created so there could be a quality educational program for kids of all walks of life, it was set where it was set for reasons I don't know but could look up if I felt like it, but likely convenience since that's a easy enough place to see everything that's there with all the shops and stands and what not, gotta be in a urban area for that to work.

Again I could be wrong, but either way.

Elmo isn't black and wasn't meant to be seen as a stand in for a black kid to the best of my knowledge, which now includes the stuff here as well as about 8 other sites I skimmed through.

I think people might be trying to make something bigger than a joke out of a Jewish man having a laugh by attacking a Muppet, wonder if there's anything going on in the world that might be generating that kind of need to misdirect people and make something like that out to be something it's not. ______________________

And finally, I gotta say thank you Elmo.

When you sent that tweet out there you weren't expecting to get the level of truth and honesty you got, but you and the rest of the gang really stepped it up and brought the conversation front in center.

In the most absurd way I can think of.

And even us old's are gonna get some good out of it by revisiting our friends at Sesame Street I think.

#zoomer huey anon

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2022: #10 - #6

10. UNITED KINGDOM Sam Ryder - “SPACE MAN 2nd place

Decade rank: 18/79 [above Last dance, below Je me casse]

UP IN SPACE MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN

There are moments I forget Sam Ryder and Space Man are real things that happened. A good song representing Union Jack colours, by an influencer who looks like a labrador superimposed onto the face of Janice the muppet through deepfake software. Are we sure this was not a fever dream? 😳 Are we sure this is the BBC ? 

So uh yeah, the UK had a pretty good entry last year. 🙂 At last, a British hopeful who isn’t embarrassing right out of the gate and could unironically be described as enjoyable. If The UK were winning a jury vote any year, then 2022 was that golden opportunity.

The crazy part is that they did AND it felt earned? “Space Man” is so unequivocally British-sounding. The score effortlessly conjures up that unique Brit-rock vibe that we know from Queen, David Bowie, the Beatles, and turns it into something that sounds like a clarion of triumph thundering gloriously over the Turin 2022′s remaining proceedings.

I feel like Space Man’s inherent sense of achievement and of victory - despite the lyrics dealing with the dark side of success and the return to the simple life - (you know i love a clever lyrical contradition) made so many people flock to it. There WAS some lameness to be found (”searched around the universe / been down some black holes” did the songwriters look at grindr bio’s for their material?) but overall Space Man stood up as the rare Good UK entry.

So if you have all that empowerment jazz in your song, you need a good act to bring it out? Fortunately, the BBC for once did well there too. As soon as I saw they had built a spacecraft out of scaffholding (clever lateral staging btw), had stuffed in Ryder into a swarovski-studded leotard and forced him to perform a cheesy guitar solo I knew. I knew they had managed to summon the spirit of Ziggy Stardust to bless Ryder with winnerness and that he would steer his rebar rocket into a top finish. And so he did. 

Now, as for my reservations because I have a few

One, Ryder. Yes, Ryder had the best vocal out of anyone this year, period. I have no doubts he’s a genial young man too. Cool if you care about these things. I however do not, because I don’t find him charismatic. 🙂 First of all, he does fucking look like a deepfake what the hell is up with that? Secondly, the adlibs. Normally I like it when contestants go full ham but here I find it irritating. Space man is good and doesn’t fucking need embellishment. Therefore the adlibs must be some kneejerk instinct Ryder inherited from his influencer days, which ew. The BBC have taken Ryder out of the TikTok but they have not managed to take TikTok out of the Ryder. 

Two, The Social Media Craze. You already know I feel about that stuff and how it interacts with Eurovision, although I mind it not so much here - Space Man came fifth in the televote and not first (and thankfully, also not seventeenth), and was also adopted by the radio stations ahead of its viralness. Also Space Man went less viral than Snap. Its popularity was a natural evolution.  All of these things are preferable when you’re solidly into “Good Not Great” territory. 🙂 Still, any mileage derived from braindead spyware apps is a sin on principle, so ::ding:: 

Three, Irrespective of anything else I’ve written above, I’ve always solidly liked, but never fully loved Space Man. This applies to both the song and its staging. I don’t mind that it got second, but it did beat better entries while doing so. Eleven months later I still feel that way, and as we go forward in this ranking, it has to leave within this update. If I have to choose who to rank higher between an annoying influencer with a good song and a bunch of lovable randoms with clown fiesta music, the randoms always win! 

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09. IRELAND Brooke - “That’s rich” 34th place

Decade Rank: 16/79 [Above Destiny, below Natalia Gordienko]

NO TITLE SCREEN?! ROBBED!!!! RIGGED!!!

God I wanted it for Brooke, I really, REALLY wanted it! In the same vein as Ryder, finally an entrant for Ireland that isn’t a walking cringe, or a dead on arrival lamus or an offensive sap. Finally an Irish entry that isn’t fucking HOPELESS. (um ignore that I believed in Maps until it crashlanded into last place lol)

But of course, less hopeless than the average Irish entry only meant "another solid NQ, just not in last place this time”. lol. 😥 

I greatly enjoyed Brooke though. Here’s yet another flawlessly flawed combination of song and singer, united in holy floptrimony. “That’s rich” is a trash baby of the finest camp qualité, and at least half of its sassy vernacular belongs in an Almanac for All Time Eurovision lyrics. LOSER LOSE YOUR ATTITUDE I’M DOING GOOD YEAH THAT’S ON ME and BYE BYE FOOL are and will forever be a part of my brain-to-post jargon from this Brooke onwards. Me and the friends even conjured up a French version called “C’est Riche” which is the ultimate high honour you can get, as I’m sure you’ll agree.

The way Brooke and That’s Rich synergize together spoke to me. The song is very sassy and feisty and playful, whereas the singer is kind of... a dorky shrew (<3). Reminder that Brooke is a friend to all Spanish Customs Officers and dedicated enough towards maintaining that friendship to greet her Italian audiences with  “OLÉ OLÉ OLÉ” . She went ALL IN on channelling ALL the emotions during her live performance. Unlike Ryder’s, Brooke’s adlibs felt genuine enough to adore. Let the GIF reel commence: ´

É, CRETIN

C’EST RICHE, J’EN AI EU ASSEZ DE VOUS

C’EST RICHE, T’AS UNE AIRE DE CLOUN

C’EST RICHE; TU N'AS QU’AUCUN CLOU

DONC C’EEEEEEEST RIIIIICHE

VA T’EN, CON 🙂

Ryder dead in a ditch. Brooke broke from her betadom to live the ALPHA LYFE on that stage and based on merit, I thought she had it. Yet almost nobody (of relevance) cared?! How? Well ok I know why (it’s eurotrash <3) but honestly how difficult was it to just penalize all the cheaters on the spot? I guess garbage like Fade to Black and River absolutely DESERVED those algoritm points!!! In the end, I can accept this outcome because WRS also served edible fun and I sorta nibbled, but Europe denied us a feisty feast here! Another year were Ireland deserved better! WILL IT EVER END?!

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08. AUSTRIA Lum!x ft. Pia Maria - “Halo” 36th place

Decade rank: 14/79 [Above Natalia Gordienko, below Senhit]

LEMME BE YOUR HAY-LA HOOOOOOOOOOOOO

There you have it. This year’s best non-qualifier. And its journey was through Eurovisionland was WILD. 😍

Where to start? Like always and more pressingly than usual, at the selection.  Imagine waking up to Austria declaring that a 20 year old Gabry Ponte protégé with no solo experience will be their rep, accompanied by something or someone called “Pia Maria”, a name that gave you zero hits if you put it through google or spotify. So of course me and the gang instantly started spec’ing whether “Pya Mariyah”  was a huge untapped talent discovered through chance by Lum!x (not implausable! Janet Grogan is, after all, a better vocalist than Adele), a highly advanced neural net or Philipp Kirkorov in disguise.

Then “Halo” was released, and it doled out BpM at a faster pace than most nightcores and had an absolute word casserole for lyrics. 😍 “Philosophers like Socrates go find something to get on your feet. Go sharpen your teeth” lmfao what?! 

 And like that, the journey dove head-first into hilarious absurdity. WHAT IS THIS ENTRY?! This was chosen by the SAME people that bored us with Cesár Sampson and Vincent KinderBueno? HOW did ORF land on Pia Maria? Where did they find her? Did they select her via a raffle, or was she in the room when Lumix realized he needed a vocalist? Was she a random they snagged off the streets? Is she someone’s secret nepobaby? It honestly fries my brain that this was deemed a serious attempt at a qualifying entry by the fandom.

So yeah the second they had set a foot in PalaOlimpico,  Pia and Luca immediately immolated themselves to death in a blaze of chaotic neutral. I hope everyone saw this coming because I sure did and relished every nanosecond of it. Pia became winded approximately 40 seconds into the performance and spent the rest of the performance running a losing race against her vital capacity.

Luca meanwhile, oh man. Pia gets a bad wrap for her vocals, and she was Not Very Good, but like what do you expect from a newbie cajoled into performing a litany of jibberish. What really took “Hayla Ho” on a ride down Hysteria Lane for me were Luca’s jubilant adlibs juxtaposed to Pia’s visible failure. Every time Pia missed a note she at least looked a bit disappointed with herself. Luca went on a fucking runner’s high with every passing beat, blissfully unaware to the hellscape forming itself around him and Pia.

He absolutely CANNOT contain himself. 😍 So much so that his voice cracks THREE SECONDS INTO HALO. 😍 The true insane asylum heights of fusedmarc were never reached, but they came sorta close.

So yeah, like That’s Rich, Halo was instantly ironic eurotrash. Unlike That’s Rich, I not once thought Halo would do well lmfao. How could anyone think that?! Its entire purpose at Eurovision was to be a great and memorable trainwreck. They passed with flying colours <3

Oh and as all great morality tales go, this one ends with Pia deleting Luca off her social media mere hours after the live performance, having accomplished her goal of getting a three-week free holiday 😍  If that doesn’t cement her as the most relatable neural net of this decade, then idk what will. 

K and now for a MASSIVE leap in quality: 

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07. THE NETHERLANDS S10 - “De diepte” 11th place

Decade rank: 11/79 [above Manizha, below TBA]

🦉😂 -- S10, me.

Yep, above Manizha who was top five for me in 2021. 2022 is strangely top-heavy, where the good entries are all GREAT and the rest of the contest simply doesn’t exist. 

So yeah, time to discuss a few Real Songs before the final countdown. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that Eurovision is a music contest. This selectful forgetfulness is achieved when great music fails to reach the top 10! 🙄 And people wonder why juries are important. Forget the Die Togethers and Fade to Blacks of this world - THIS is sort of interpretation juries ought to reward. 

Anyway, “De diepte” is kind of my jam and you may think this would make the write-up easier and you’re so so so wrong. Stien dwells deeply (ahem) in that Victoria zone where the quality is so obvious it renders further words redundant. WHICH IS PERSONAL RANKER HELL!!! 

 “De diepte” is not some dreck-wreck featuring several layers of mass hysteria (some of which only exist in my head <3) that I get to describe in various degrees of colourful language. "De diepte” is a song. A real song. It’s emotionally layered, intelligent, well structured and easy to listen to on repeat, and I have for several hours total. The moment RIGHT after the big note, when S10 looks almost overwhelmed with emotion and is about to cry man, I Felt That. I Felt it in my core, in my bones, in my soul. I’m not made of concrete. The contrast with Botmanda couldn’t be greater:

Now as far as my random things I specifically loved about S10 go, they include: her nom-de-plume which caused several people (including Matt 🥴) to pronounce her name as “Season Ten”, the fact that AVROTROS wanted to push a song in Dutch and then came up with a chorus that can mostly be summarized by two emojis, and of course this:

It’s not quite the Tinkara sorcery, but the intent is there, and I appreciate it. 

Other than that, “De diepte” is a very good showcase of Dutch indiepop, which -living 30 km from the NL border- is a genre I know very well and fucking love. It’s what I would call A Real Song, a song that actually speaks to people and has legs outside of the contest. It’s defo something I would listen to during the off-season when i’m detoxing from ESC if it had not been ESC itself.

However, I have to also put my Big Ranker’s Pants on and make my Big Ranker decisions: When picking who I rank ahead of other entries I like roughly the same, I need to assess the contest. 2022 was light on europulp spectacle and heavy on the”“Good Musical Quality” type of entry. So in a sense, I feel like i need to prioritize spectacle over song to a certain degree. Or at least those I am able to praise with more profound terms than “this is very good, not a top 10, REALLY, Europe?”.

And on that note~

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06. PORTUGAL MARO - “Saudade, saudade” 9th Place

Decade rank: 10/79 [Above S10, below TBA]

Ok so, S10, Maro and the 5th placer are basically three acts I like equally much, and they’re ranked based on how much I can talk about :-) 

THOSE ARE THE RANKER’S RULES, SORRY! Speaking of things that rule, I present Maro: a woman who forgot to stage her song in the semi of FdC because she assumed nobody would like her and then won the final in an overwhelming landslide <3 

and for good reason because “Saudade Saudade” is berry gud. Like “De diepte” i feel like its appeal is just very obvious? It’s clever, it’s emotional, it’s very well performed. It is one of those songs that would find their way to an audience even without the exposure of the Eurovision Song Contest.

That said, Maro *very* narrowly edges out S10 for me for a handful of reasons. First off, while beam sorcery is a nice staging trick, I do find the circle of wymyn powah a slightly stronger visual representation. It creates some interaction on the stage,which translates to spectacle, which translates to good television. 

Secondly, the vocals: Systur’s harmonies were already outstanding. Maro and her backings are even better. Maro’s own hoarse vocals holy heck. t’s difficult to fully engage into praise because Cornelia exists and we’ll get there in the next post, but talk about a song whose rawness came alive through sheer vocal timbre. Anyone who can sing is able pull off a “De diepte”. The list of people that are capable of doing a “Saudade Saudade” is very short.

Thirdly, both songs deal with break-ups and letting go, but I find Maro’s methods more wholesome.  “Saudade, Saudade” is literally an attempt at unspooling raw thoughts being put into little word blankets, and coming to the realization that the best memories and strongest emotions cannot be turned into lyrics. They exist in the heart. And that I can feel.

Ok some other little details here include Maro recruiting her former rivals Ginger Ale Lady and Woman’s Corpse Lady into her backing cabal, the fact that her fucking insta handle is or was @ItsAMeMARO and her growing disbelief that people really *truly* liked her as much as they did, and you know you have a pretty awesome contestant on your hands. Maro feels humble in a genuine and endearing way that you rarely see in Eurovision where most contestants are inexperienced, ambitious or huge fans. 

Overall though, Maro runs into the same ranker curse as S10. There just isn’t much to discuss beyond the music, and the music is really darn good. Still, it’s a very positive sign that the juries recognized that by giving her 5th place (without a single 12? lol?) and countered her bad position in the R/O. In the full picture she falls a bit short for me though. 🤷‍♀️

CONGRATULATIONS TOP FIVE!!!

WHO. WILL. WIN?!

#Eurovision 2022 #Turin 2022 #ESC 2022 #Full Ranking #Eurovision Song Contest #Netherlands #Stien den Hollander #S10 #De Diepte #Portugal #Maro #saudade saudade #Austria #Lumix #Pia Maria #Halo #Ireland #Brooke #Brooke Scullion #That's Rich #United Kingodm #UK #Sam Ryder #Space Man #BorisBubbles #topte

[dragonmuse]

how do Frenchie and Roach start with Frenchie asking permission before saying I love you? I think that's very sweet and wondered how it came about

(excellent question! I'd love to tell you. This ficlet does contain discussion of vomit, sorry all.)

Frenchie was holding onto the bar very firmly. It had gotten a little slippery since he polished off his last drink which was just rude. Rude and disrespectful. 

“Okay, okay,” he told the polished wood. “You stay there.” 

Everyone else was still having fun. Stede’s birthdays were always events, lots of food and the bar was open for once. There’d been a lot of food and Frenchie had built several very very interesting combinations of nibbles, but apparently not enough to line his stomach appropriately. Lucius categorically refused to work after hours though, so they all had to make their own. Or trust someone else to do it. Jim poured very very heavy. 

“Damnit, Jim,” he muttered, then laughed. “I’m a stabby person, not a doctor!” 

“Aannnd we’re talking to ourselves,” Roach swam into view. 

“I’m talking to you,” Frenchie pointed out. “Or I am now.” 

“Yuh huh,” Roach agreed. “We are now talking. How many Jim specials did you have?” 

“...dunno,” he sat up a little straighter, then had to wait for his vision to stop swimming so he could count the glasses. “Four.” 

“In an hour?” Roach whistled. “Okay then. Let’s get you aimed towards the bathroom.” 

“I’m not gonna puke,” he denied. 

“Sure, but you’re gonna have to piss, that’s a lot of fluid.” 

Frenchie closed his eyes, evaluating. “Oh yeah.” 

“Okay, on your feet then.” 

And Roach watched as Frenchie pushed himself up, lost his grip on the bar and almost hit the floor. One hand under one armpit stopped him from complete contact. 

“Bathroom,” Roach repeated, getting him and propelling him that direction. 

“I lied,” Frenchie said miserably as the floor went wobbly. “I totally have to puke.” 

“I know, you lightweight.” 

“How many did you drink?” Frenchie pouted. 

“I don’t let Jim make my drinks. I’m only one sheet to the wind.” 

Roach did look and feel steady, but sometimes he was like that and then immediately keeled over, so who the hell knew? 

They made it to the bathroom. Frenchie locked himself in a stall and Roach sat on the sink, his feet visible underneath swinging back and forth. He was wearing one yellow pump and one orange pump, both glossy and catching the light. It was hypnotic and soothing while Frenchie waited for the inevitable. 

Afterwards, he staggered to his feet and Roach hopped off the sink to let him rinse out his mouth. 

“You want to head home?” 

“Yeah, let me tell John,” Frenchie sighed. “Ugh, I was really looking forward to that stupid cake too.” 

“I mean you could eat it,” Roach considered. 

“I’m not doing experimental vomit art for you,” Frenchie warned him. “Ugh, okay.” 

“Want me to tell John? You can make sure the sink stays put for a bit.” 

“Fuck. Please.” 

Roach darted off. John came in a minute later with a damp bar cloth that he pressed right to Frenchie’s neck, 

“Rough night?” 

“Only for the last twenty minutes,” Frenchie assured him. “You having fun?” 

Leaning back, letting John take his weight, helped tremendously. 

“Yeah, gonna push back the tables a little and get some dancing going soon. You sure you don’t mind me staying?” 

Frenchie frowned, “What?” 

“Roach said he’d take you home.” 

“Huh,” Frenchie nodded slowly. “Yeah, that’s okay with me then. Not going to be very good company for the rest of the night, anyway.” 

Roach had their coats when Frenchie emerged, thrusting the downy monstrosity that Frenchie preferred in his direction. Roach’s coat was more of a skinned muppet vibe, but it did look cozy. 

“You don’t want to stay?” 

“Nah,” Roach waved a hand at the crowd, either in goodbye or dismissal. “Not in the mood for it tonight anyway.” 

The booze was still very much with Frenchie, so he walked slowly and tried not to crash into the doorway on the way out. The air was bracing outside, viciously cold after the pleasant drunken warmth of the bar.  

“C’mon,” Roach laughed at him, hooking an arm around Frenchie’s elbow. “Messy fucking drunk.” 

“Like I haven’t scraped your ass off the floor.” 

“Takes one to know one.” 

They made it down the subway steps even though Frenchie needed to close his eyes and stop for a second halfway down. Eventually though they were in, Roach sat down heavily and Frenchie went with him, collapsing like a bundle of sticks. 

“Do you think we’ll ever be that old?” Frenchie mumbled. 

“What? 49?”

“Uh huh,” Frenchie closed his eyes again.  

“Only six years away for me. Seven for you. What’s stopping us? Aiming too fucking low.” 

“Let’s go for a hundred,” he decided. “Nice big round number.” 

“Uh huh,” Roach stretched out his legs, ignoring the glares from the woman across the aisle. “Get to be on the local news and everything.” 

“TV fame at last.” 

Frenchie lost a bit of time after that. The next time he checked back in, he was being prodded back up the subway steps and then into the elevator in his building which always smelled a little like melted crayons. 

“You staying?” 

“With you people?” Roach pulled a face. “What’s in it for me?” 

“Bodega hangover breakfast with access to my hot sauce collection?” 

“I’m cheap,” Roach realized. “So cheap.” 

“You can have my bed,” Frenchie pat his chest. “I put the down comforter on for the winter. Roach burrito time.” 

“Ugh.” 

Frenchie mostly made it to bed himself, clutching a glass of water as he went. Vaguely he was aware of Roach pottering around for a bit, then leaving, door closing behind him. 

Hours later, the mattress dipped and Frenchie woke up just long enough to roll over and plaster his face against John’s chest. A hand went between his shoulder blades, rubbing in vague circles and sending him back under. 

Thanks to the early bedtime (relatively), Frenchie woke up first. He reached for his water and his hand connected with something soft and spongy. Blurrily, he sat up and brought his hand to his face. It smelled delicious. He licked it. Frosting.

He grinned and claimed the plate, carrying it out to the kitchen. A fat slice of cake sat on one of the paper party plates. Roach had definitely put it in his pocket, a horrible muppet fuzz stuck to the outer rim of frosting. Picking it off, Frenchie shoved a bite into his mouth, the sugar instantly clearing away the gross taste left in his mouth. 

He made Roach’s tea and just took some for himself too, doctoring it liberally with honey. Not long after, the man himself came out, comforter still folded down around him like a cape. 

“Good?” Roach asked, glancing at the cake then seizing on the mug Frenchie had left for him. 

“Perfect, thanks.” 

The winter sun was weakly shining through, leaving everything a little gray around the edges. Roach’s hair was a mess, flattened on one side and crimped on the other probably from bobby pins left in overnight. The glitter eyeliner had trailed down one cheek. He was a hot fucking mess and Frenchie was overwhelmed with affection for him. 

He sipped his tea and considered. “Hey.” 

“Hey,” Roach clutched his mug.  

“I like you.” 

“Cool,” Roach groaned. “Is this hangover heart to heart time? Cause you did fuck all, but drool on me a little.”

“What? No. I don’t do that. Do I do that?” 

“You love feelings after you drink. Some people, better people probably, just get headaches.” 

“Sad for them,” Frenchie decided. “Anyway, yes, it’s feelings.” 

“Blech. Fine. I like you too. Happy?” 

“Thrilled, but I have a point,” Frenchie said, sitting up a little. “If I wanted to tell you a big word for how much I like you that would be a lot, right?” 

Roach’s head dropped to the counter, forehead resting on chipped formica. “Yes.” 

“Like I can’t say it just whenever.” 

“I can’t actually stop you,” Roach said to his knees. 

“But okay, okay, hear me out...what if you could? Stop me.” 

“I’m listening,” Roach allowed, though he didn’t move. 

“I could just ask. If you want to hear it. And if you say no, then I don’t.” 

Roach groaned, “Are you giving me an affection safeword?” 

“I mean, if you want, but I figure you can just answer honestly when I ask and then I’ll do whatever.” 

“What if I never say yes?” 

“Then I keep it to myself,” Frenchie shrugged. “And eventually I stop asking so I don’t bother you about it.” 

The messy bedhead retreated until Roach was making eye contact. 

“...ask me.” 

“Can I tell you how I feel about you?” 

Roach nodded once, very shortly. 

Frenchie didn’t reach for him, let the space between them sit as it was. 

“I love you, Roach.” 

Roach nodded again, this time very slowly, and then dropped his forehead back to the formica. 

Frenchie left him to it, taking his mug to the couch. There’d be breakfast sandwiches in another hour or two, that would pep him back up. Maybe they could all scrap themselves together to do something fun today. Maybe go to the movies if nothing else. 

A few minutes later, a bundle of blanket and stick thin legs collapsed on the other end of the couch. It tilted slowly then collapsed across his calves. Frenchie laughed and closed his eyes. If he drifted back off, the call for a breakfast order would wake him anyway.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #frenchie #roach feldman

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

Why I can never watch Sing 2 again

It's not only because of a pairing, but also because llumination does poorly to make it not look like an imitation of other things we've seen before that has little charm or effect:

Before we're introduced to Crystal, Suki's thought of as an individual but after that no one acknowledges her, not even Jimmy (he says Jerry's name but not hers), the gorilla thugs (they could have beaten her up as well since she worked for the bad guy but just ignore her like everyone else) and none of the Moon gang acknowledge her (they don't say "thanks for saving Buster's life"). She's basically been given the whole "secretaries are props, not people" treatment even though she kickstarted the sequel's plot and proved to show potential. She could have just not followed them at the end.

After witnessing the kind of boss Suki has to work for, I can't say that I side with Buster and the gang's views on her in the beginning when they never change their mind about her afterwards. It feels like they're getting butthurt over one person's statement, and that person does not have the best boss. I need something canon to prove otherwise or I'll never be convinced. I need something that doesn't imply "Thanks for helping, now get the hell out of here, you stupid judgy bitch!"

Jerry's just a cheap generic knock-off of every Disney villain's sidekick ever that is so annoying he makes Smee look like a rocket scientist.

Meena is still a shy worry-wart and her crush on a nice guy subplot is generic as crud, and not to mention, Alfonso is just a gender-bent clone of her and a way of shoehorning in Illumination's golden boy Pharrell.

Klaus is just a discount neighsayer with little to no charm.

Darius: not even remotely charming.

What could have made the thugs a bit more likable is subverting the scary thugs trope for one scene with them having idle chit chat like normal people.

Jimmy Crystal: another angry dictator with an attractive woman he doesn't deserve and who doesn't tickle my funny bone.

Clay Calloway: Illumination's Doc Hudson.

Nooshy is just a lynx Esmeralda who's overconfident enough to sass the a-hole monkey teacher, and the whole fandom has to be all under the impression that she's "there I taught you to dance and am an appropriate companion because I'm funny and young now let's get each other laid", and I do not remotely ship them.

Porsha: every furry may be easily appealed by her being a wolf, her being Halsey, her being into vintage (which I'm also into), and her brash loudness and poor acting, but I'm not

The 'being yourself and achieving your dream goals' message is hammered in along with the implied symbolism that ugly is good (most of Moon's crew are cartoonish and funny-looking) and good-looking (that would be Jimmy Crystal, Suki Lane, Porsha, Linda Le Bon, and the gazelle receptionist) is bad. Seriously, why can't we just live in a world where both funny-looking and not-funny-looking are valued equally, like we have a model human married to a fucking cartoon rabbit?

Suki at first to show potential as a brilliant subversion of 'all critics are bad' or 'businesswomen aren't likable' or 'salukis are worthless' is going straight into the trash bin due to Meledandri's statement: Illumination CEO Chris Meledandri stated, "It will involve characters from the original cast, but it will take us into a new world. It means she's getting axed in favor of Mike, Eddie and the new characters instead of squeezing her in somehow. They literally could have given her a short explaining that she'll never have anything to do with them again, acknowledging the furries who like her and her design.

I cannot watch this when they don't even try to mask that it's an uncharming imitation of the Muppets (2011) and Dreamgirls that doesn't break enough rules.

[countesspetofi]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms, 10 Tags!

Thank you @celestial-alignment for tagging me to share my 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms!

(Favorites subject to change without warning, void where prohibited. I'm just proud of myself for finally actually completing a tag post. I had a hard enough time narrowing down the fandoms!)

LET THE PARADE OF BLORBOS COMMENCE

Star Wars: Princess Leia Organa

The original galactic girlboss. She is beauty, she is grace, she will shoot you in the face, and kick your ass to outer space. She fights hard because she loves hard. She doesn't know who we are or where we came from, but from now on, we do as she tells us.

Star Trek: Commander Deanna Troi

Patron saint of situational disability. Does a thankless job and does it well. If she makes you uncomfortable it’s probably for your own good. (Just like Mom, but don’t let her hear you say that.) Hair goals.

Batman ’66: Batman

The Bright Knight. The man himself. He’s a weirdo and he leans into it. Pulled off a conference call with Jim Gordon and Bruce Wayne. Has his own dance craze and a killer theme song.

Night Court: Judge Harry Stone

Has every right to be sad and bitter, chooses laughter instead. Will drag you kicking and screaming out of your own bad mood. Turns down the lights and plays Mel Tormé for lesbians. 

Babylon 5: Lennier of the Third Fane of Chudomo

To right the unrightable wrong, and to love pure and chaste from afar, this is his quest to follow that star. Sweet boy who came to a bad end.

Dark Shadows (Original Series): Jenny Collins

If you read Jane Eyre and stanned the mad wife in the attic, Jenny’s your girl. I know if I married a Victorian cad who ran off to Egypt with his brother’s wife, MY big sister would turn him into a werewolf, too. Trivia: I once played the Third Witch in Macbeth by just pretending to be Jenny Collins.

The Vampire Chronicles: Louis de Pointe du Lac

Bit of a Gloomy Gus? Sure. Brings the room down sometimes? It’s a fair cop. But boy, can this dude weave a story. The author might have switched her allegiance to the bad boy, but the first book is what drew people in and it’s all Louis and his Byronic brooding. (Using an image from the 1994 film adaptation, but it’s more about the books for me.)

Our Flag Means Death: Lucius Spriggs

Reminds me of my oldest friend, who I met in junior high school. Sometimes you just need a friend to tell you you're going to end up another leather-clad, middle-aged sad sack dying alone in a puddle of your own piss, so hang onto him.

The Muppets: Forgetful Jones

You’re spoiled for choice with this bunch, right? But ol’ Forgetful was my first love, consarn it. Miss you, Richard Hunt. I had more to say, but… I FORGOT!

Forever Knight: Nick Knight/Nicolas de Brabant

With the face of a fallen angel and the blackest silk pajamas in the Greater Toronto Area, our vampire himbo prince was the best undead Canadian homicide cop of the late twentieth century. Being cute covers a multitude of sins

ETA: How the hell did I miscount? I’ve been working on this forever! I bumped Miss Parker, so she might come and kill me..

I tried to come up with a fancy system for randomly selecting blogs to tag, but it didn't go so well, so I just picked the first ten blogs I instantly recognized from my followers list (which is sorted however tumblr sorts these things). If you're tagged and don’t want to do it (or have already done it), that is cool! If you're not tagged and do want to do it, that may even be slightly cooler.

@ilovemesomevincentprice @tunglo @agent-troi @oysterloaf @dunkaroosandglitter @megalokalypse @gooosetooth @rose-of-pollux @righteousnerd​ @gaslightgallows​

#10 characters #tag post #star wars #leia organa #star trek #deanna troi #batman 66 #batman #night court #judge harry stone #babylon 5 #lennier #the pretender #miss parker #dark shadows #jenny collins #the vampire chronicles #louis de pointe du lac #our flag means death #lucius spriggs #the muppets #forgetful jones #forever knight #nick knight