I WANNA HEAR SOME FUNKY DIXIELAND PRETTY MAMA COME AND TAKE ME BY THE HAND 🕺
ok actually I really love this song tho... really calming and I love the guitar. maybe josh lyman was onto something with being a doobie brothers fanboy lol
i actually halfway felt like i wanted a kid for a second the other day.
not in this society where a child is made a financial burden that destroys your self and locks you into nuclear family commitments to the detriment of yourself, the child, and everyone you ever knew
i just thought itd be fun to get made fun of for loving Hybrid Theory and Meteora so much then catch them listening to it in 30 years like yeah thats right bitch
Hi guys, this has nothing to do with... literally anything else I post here but I figure that I need to document this somewhere.
I like mashup music, the kind of stuff where one song is smashed into another one by people who know what they're doing. Here's an example:
youtube
Anyways I found a website called rave.dj, who purport to have a way to do this AI.
Great! I think. There's only so many people to make these, now I can get custom ones whenever I want!
The first result... did not go well.
That's... supposed to be a mashup of Echoes of Love, by the Pointer Sisters, and Waiting for a Star to Fall, by Boy Meets Girl. They're both very good songs, and could go together, if done right. That is not it.
So, as a test, I decide to try something: mashups are subjective by their very nature, but there is one that has an objectively correct version.
See, both the Pointer Sisters and The Doobie Brothers did versions of Echoes of Love, and wouldn't you know it, they toured together in 1979.
Speed on my love, I’m coming to meet you in the field (my spirit team knows we are of a bellicose nature (how God intended us to be he told me) and I personally enjoyed my lives as a medieval knight so they use a lot of medieval knight imagery in the visions they send me and I’ve been in our castle awaiting you to return from the battlefield but I can’t take feeling the pain you’re going thru that I feel in my bedchamber & they know how willful I can be so they’ve dressed me, gotten my horse saddled & brought to me and here I fuckin’ come to escort the king (you) home)
i will say my tastes are almost definitively shaped by classical and prog anyway so when a pop band makes a song that sounds like four different songs broken into pieces and arranged together to make one smooth, groovy but cohesive song, i foam at the mouth. also obviously ballads and theatric albums but like you know
These aren't ordered, I usually categorize hcs but not this time!!
Obsession(?)
Stalking
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
he keeps a photo of you with him at all times, one in his pocket, and one in his wallet.
He has so many photos/videos of you, he genuinely does adore you
he especially likes to take candid photos of you when you're doing random tasks, whenever he's away from you, he'll scroll through his phone's gallery looking at the many pictures of you, they remind him of his home, with you.
he still actively pursues cinematography and gets you to star in his little films.
he's a heavy sleeper, and when he sleeps he spawls all of his limbs out, kinda like this "🤸" taking up the whole bed
If you wanna sleep, you're either gonna have to sleep on top of him, or on the couch cause that man is NOT getting up.
he has a box fan going at all times, all year round, no matter what season it is.
He's a morning person, he'll be up at 5 in the morning filled to the brim with energy, no coffee needed.
Sometimes, he'll accidentally wake you up, but he always makes up for it by making you breakfast.
he listens to yacht rock (america, the doobie brothers, steely dan.. the works)
he has a slight southern accent, but it's not too heavy.. until he says something like "oil" or "white" then it really comes out
he has a few freckles on his back
He enjoys tracing your features, gently gliding his fingers against your eyes, nose, cheeks, etc.
Sometimes he'll just look at you and smile, like if you're doing laundry or dishes he'll just stare at you with a grin, admiring you.
he enjoys a little gossip I won't lie
He's the type to sit in the car with you after picking you up from work, and let you tell him all about whatever drama is going on at your job.
If it's something REALLY messy, he'll ask you about it later.
He drives an old, blue and white 1972 Chevy C-10
he follows you around like a lost puppy, a creepy, kinda off-putting puppy that you don't know is there unless he wants you to know, but a puppy nonetheless.
He keeps mental tabs on people you interact with, he won't follow them around or anything, but he remembers things about them.. their name, age, how you know them, their home address, etc.
You'd be surprised at how much you could find out about a person online
The quote "I'm not a stalker, I'm an investigator" fits him perfectly
he has to make sure you're safe, it's a dangerous world out there yk.
he never ever talks to you about his emotions, or how he feels, unless you ask him directly. but all you'll get in return is:
"Honey, I'm alright.. really."
"I'm fine, how are you though?"
"Can we talk about this later?"
he feels that his problems are his own to deal with and that he shouldn't bother you with them.
when you two fight for whatever reason, (which rarely happens because he purposely goes out of his way to avoid making you upset) he has a habit of gaslighting you
he'll say things along the lines of:
"I understand but.."
"I never said that.."
"we talked about this.."
he only really manipulates/gaslights you when he's genuinely worried you may leave, (even if you aren't actually going to) he uses it as a way to make sure you stay.
for him, there is no stopping point unless knows 100% that you're gonna stay.
He will literally fall to his knees, and break down in (fake) tears in a public area and BEG you to stay with him.
He doesn't get embarrassed by it because he knows it's "necessary"
If an argument is getting too heated, he may bring up your ex-partner(s), or people you just went on dates with before you two got together, even if it didn't go any further than that. Especially if you didn't tell him about them previously.
Don't ask him how he knows about them, he'll immediately take that chance to shift the blame onto you, asking why you didn't tell him about them beforehand if you had told him about them earlier, he wouldn't have had to go digging to find out about them.
when he does that, It's really just him grasping for straws, usually in an attempt to change the subject.
If you couldn't already tell he's a smooth talker, not just in a manipulative way.
he is such a flirt, there's rarely a conversation between the two of you where he doesn't slip in a little flirting, whether you pick up on it or not.
He's sneaky like that
Since we're on the topic of him being sneaky, he's a bit of a thief.. he'll steal your things and carry them with him whenever he leaves you for more than one day at a time.
that old T-shirt you haven't worn in a year that was sitting in the back of your closet collecting dust? yeah, that's his now.
If you collect little trinkets, you'll definitely have to buy a lot more of them because he'll steal them and hide them away in the glove compartment of his truck.
He doesn't steal with malicious intent, he'll return them eventually (except for the trinkets) he just feels like he needs something of yours, other than pictures to be close to you when he can't be, yk?
Something that smells like you, to remind him of what he has waiting for him at home.
Kind of like when you randomly catch a whiff of a nostalgic smell from your childhood, how it brings you peace, even if it's only for a second.
honestly, he's not very big on physical touch. he does enjoy having little intimate moments with you, like cuddling or playing with your hair, but other than that.. he's never one to initiate it. unless of course he really needs your touch.
just being in your presence eases his mind, you're like a lighthouse standing still in the vast, dark, uncontrollable ocean he considers "his life"
You're the only person in his life whom he feels he can be truly vulnerable, truly safe with.
which is why he won't let you go, no, can't let you go. you're the only stable thing in his life, and he'd be damned if he just let you walk away.
I've decided to try a new writing style cus I like rainbows and stuff! ^^
I will be re-reading this later, please tell me if you spot any errors !!
Also, I apologize for this being short, but I kinda ran out of ideas so-
Summary: Headcanons about celebrating the spooky season with Michael Afton
Description: Gender neutral, fluff, domestic, established relationship? a little angst? Cringe?
Other: Yes, I know it's past Halloween. :/
This was originally written for game! Michael, as I haven't watched the movie. I don't know if movie! Michael would match this, but imagine how you please.
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Since Michael has the daytime off (although he sleeps most of the day, reasonably so from his late night shifts), he likes to spend his time with you!
Like watching scary movies!
Yeah..Michael is not so into scary movies. He will watch anything you pick that isn't too gory. He prefers to watch dramas or pg/pg-13 Halloween movies/tv shows.
So something simple like the Addams Family, Scooby-Doo, or something romantic like Nightmare Before Christmas, Corpse Bride, he would enjoy.
"Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you? We got some work to do now!" You both would idiotically sing along, almost choking on popcorn.
Horror movies are just a bit too real when he is trying to enjoy his time away from the horrors already. He would much rather watch something you both can enjoy and cuddle on the couch to watch.
Would he like to carve pumpkins? Yes
Would Michael be good at it? No
While Michael would enjoy going to a local pumpkin patch (or more likely picking one out from the store) and picking out the perfect pumpkin and getting the special tools, he would not be good at carving.
Good carving takes practice. It's fair to say he didn't have the practice when he could carve. Meaning Michael remembers carving pumpkins with his dad and brother, but couldn't really carve.
As a teenager, Michael spent his Halloween out of the house at parties or 'pranking' other houses, he was out doing anything to stay away from home. When he moved out, he didn't go out of his way to celebrate the holiday. Maybe a bucket of candy outside and a decorative pumpkin but that was the extent.
But you were more than happy to teach Michael how to carve. Or perhaps both of you will learn together!
"Brains!" Michael groaned, imitating a zombie, holding a handful of pumpkin innards to your face.
"Eww!" You laughed and slapped his hands away, making the innards splatter on both of your faces.
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Post-Scoop Headcanons: (more angst)
Michael would also enjoy classic movies like Frankenstein and Dracula.
He would 1. enjoy Dracula for the vampire drama and 2. like Frankenstein but could only watch it once a year since it's sad (especially for Michael), which you would comfort him.
You would definitely have to physically help Michael carve a pumpkin. As much as he wouldn't like to admit he's weak, he's not afraid to ask for help getting around on his elbow crutches, getting up, eating, or other tasks, and you gladly help him with an exchange of a kiss.
Your body hugged around Michael's back as he leaned forward on the counter, your arms slithered around his waist while your hands rested on top of his to help steady the knife on a pumpkin you deemed perfect. The cuts were jagged and uneven, but perfect, perfect in your eyes.
In which Peter nearly gets killed because he's a dumba** so you do a lot of screaming at him.
Warnings: swearing (whaa ikr?) Injury, insult to injury, Rocket being himself, Peter being an idiot (aka himself) mebbe some slight foreshadowing for vol. 3 but it ain't a spoiler if you don't think too much about it.
"Rocket, where's Peter?" You gasped.
In your glorious retreat back to the Bowie, you'd lost him in the chaos that he caused. How does the idea of stealing a heavily secured antique piece of junk sound now?
"He had to go and get the damn Zune he dropped in the hallway of that security station."
"He told me he was down to one blaster!?" You shrieked, realizing that this was not, in fact, going well.
"And he's the lazy asshole who didn't charge them up!"
"You didn't think to, I dunno, COVER HIM?" You flapped your arms in disbelief.
"Hell no, you're the girlfriend!." The insufferable Raccoon snarled. "If you wanna go get Star munch, he's all yours missy."
You muttered under your breath as you turned to go get your boyfriend. "That stupid Zune is gonna be the death of him someday I swear. Thanks a lot, Yondu."
You readied your blaster and dodged bullets in the space between the ship and aforementioned security station, before kicking the door open to find an incredibly absurd sight.
The Doobie Brother's 'What a Fool Believes' blasted from the ridiculous object he went back for, as he was trying in vain to fight off the security droids. Sighing, you stepped in and blasted to your heart's delight, until the two of you (or, mostly you) successfully eradicated the rest of them.
"Thanks, babe." Peter offered a sheepish smile and you just rolled your eyes in frustration.
"Let's go before these guys blow a freaking hole in our ship!" You growled.
His eyes widened and the smile dropped. "Ohh ok yeah you're like really mad."
Once again you we're crossing the distance back to the ship, only this time, you didn't dodge one of the bullets as it lodged itself in your calf. You were already frustrated beyond rational capacity, and physical pain just added insult to injury. But you were too hyped up on adrenaline to care. Tumbling into the ship, Peter in tow, you sat down and glared.
He wasn't sure whether to apologize or leave you be, when he noticed your leg trembling. That's when your world went fuzzy and you sorta just, checked out of reality while somehow staying conscious.
"Shit! I need a med pack and a pair of tweezers." He hollered for anyone in earshot as the ship lifted off and set out for Knowhere. Soon, the bullet was pulled out of your leg and the med pack placed over the hole.
And this...this, is where you snapped back to reality.
"You asshole!" You screamed, "You could've gotten yourself killed!"
Kraglin, who had brought the medical supplies, just cringed and stepped away, leaving you two alone.
"I'm sorry, y/n..."
"Sometimes I feel like that stupid thing is more important than any of us!"
You regretted the statement as soon as it left your mouth. The Walkman was one of the only things he had left of his younger years, and when his father had destroyed that, the Zune was all he had left of Yondu.
His eyes fell and your heart broke. He moved to stand up, but you stopped him.
"No—wait. I'm sorry. I shouldn'tve said that. I'm sorry." You repeated.
He relaxed and sat back down, giving you a lopsided apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry I freaked you out. I wasn't trying to get killed back there. I feel like it was my fault that you got shot, too."
"Its fine, baby." You smiled sadly. "If I hadn't been seeing red, I probably would've payed more attention."
The med pack needed a bit more time, and Rocket was calling for him, so he kissed your forehead, then your nose, before finally catching your lips in a sweet, tender kiss.
"Aw perfect," Cecelia said, inhaling the smell of the fresh brownies that had been pulled from the oven. She set it on the back burner to cool off, grabbing the broom from the kitchen closet to sweep up the small dustings of flour that had gotten on the floor, when a loud meow caught her attention.
"Damnit cat!" she exclaimed. "C'mon get outta here."
She nudged Garfield, the orange tabby cat with the broom but he refused to move, having just plopped himself right on the mess she was about to clean up. No matter how hard she nudged him with the broom, Garfield refused to move and kept meowing at her.
"Rhett!"
"Sup Ma?" he called from the living room.
"Fat ass parked himself in the kitchen again."
Rhett laughed and nudged Garfield with his toe. "Alright dumbass, up.....c'mon, stop botherin Ma when she's gotta clean up."
Garfield gave him a cheeky little meow before he finally moved, slinking off to go and catch whatever house pest was sure to catch his attention.
"Oh he'll listen to you but not me?" Cecelia chuckled. "Thanks I feel so loved."
"You are Ma," Rhett replied, hugging his mother. "Don't worry, (y/n) and I love ya'll and so doesn't Dad."
He made his way back into the living room where you were still laid up on the couch with a bad cold, your nose stuffier than ever and your top lip burning from how much you had been blowing your nose.
"Feelin ok sweetheart?" Rhett asked.
"Still feel like I've got the plague," you croaked. "I think I caught it from one of my fifth graders."
Rhett kissed your forehead and pulled you in so you could rest against him. "Just that time of the year darlin," he said. "Bet ya'll ten to nothin it was......"
"Cody Campbell?"
"Yep," Rhett chuckled. "Came to get your kiddos for the woodworkin class and he was snortin back his snot all the way to the practical arts building."
You cringed at the memory, one hundred percent sure that the ghastly illness would be raging throughout the Amelia County Steiner School like wildfire.
"Um......." you heard Cecelia's voice from the kitchen. "Rhett?"
"Yeah Ma?"
"Who got into the brownies?"
You and Rhett shook your heads. "Wasn't us Ma," he answered. "Why what's wrong?"
"Those weren't supposed to be eaten," she answered, the panic evident in her voice.
"Why?"
"Your father and I were saving those for the Zac Brown concert next week."
You and Rhett gave each other a look, the realization hitting you a split second later. "Uh oh," you squeaked.
"Did Dad eat one?" Rhett asked her.
His question was answered when the door creaked open and Royal came traipsing into the house, wiping his muddy boots on the doormat before sticking them on the boot rack. "Hey what smells good?" he asked.
"So if it wasn't Dad that got into'em then who did?" Rhett wondered aloud.
"What?" Royal asked. "Who got into what?"
Cecelia bit her lower lip, balling her fist as she pressed it to her mouth to keep from speaking another word.
"What'd you do woman?" Royal asked her.
"I didn't do shit Roy."
"Sugar bear, I know that look and it ain't good," he said. "Now what'd ya'll do?"
Garfield came around the corner, stumbling and meowing with the cheekiest grin on his face, his tail swishing in the air as he plopped himself right on the living room rug. Rhett snorted and Royal started laughing.
"Oh my God," Cecelia groaned.
"This remind ya'll of anything?" Royal laughed.
"Yeah reminds me of that time you, me, John and Evelyn went to a Doobie Brothers concert and I had to drive ya'll home because ya'll got blacked out high from the brownies," Cecelia told him.
You and Rhett had a good laugh on the matter, teasing Garfield until his high finally wore off later that night and making a note that should Cecelia ever make her special brownies again, to put them in the back of the fridge.
Day 6. Machine
Crossover: Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? (and later series)
"Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you?
We got some work to do now.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are you?
We need some help from you now."
I cannot wait for the scene when they take Sammy's mask off :3 I'd watch an episode like that.
Btw. in case anyone is wondering, Shaggy checks whether bacon soups are 20 or 50 years after expired, because it depends on whether he decides to heat them before eating or not :D
Am I a fan of Scooby-Doo? Well... yes and no. As a little kid, I loved the show, I even had VHS tapes of the episodes... But then my lil brother got hooked on it and watched it so obsessively that I hated the whole show (especially since his favourite was that damn Scrapy-Doo, so he was tormenting me episodes with him, and Scooby-Doom, the other son of the b*ch, which I hate). However, I still enjoyed the full-length movies, and to this day I still enjoy watching some of them (for example: "Scooby-Doo! and the Reluctant Werewolf" or "Scooby-Doo! in Where's My Mummy?..." by the way, the former was made in the year of my birth, so he's older than me, yay!)
But then came the era of weird Scooby-Doo series that delighted me again and stole my heart, like "Shaggy & Scooby-Doo Get a Clue!", "Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated" or crazy one "Be Cool, Scooby-Doo!" (I love self-ironical, self-parodying shows). So... yeah, I guess I'm a Scooby Doo fan now. What's more, I will now say something that will probably make some people hate me: I like the "scandalous" show "Velma". Uuuu! Everyone will stop following me now, what a drama.
I have to admit that I had fun - although it was probably one of the most difficult Ink Demonths so far (counting the future ones I've already drawn). Scooby-Doo is damn hard to draw, because he has very caricatured features while having quite a dog's build, and when broken down into simple shapes, he's... just plain ugly to draw. Shaggy was a bit of a challenge, but it was a real pleasure to draw Velma. By the way, these two are my favourite characters - and I ship them in their youth (in their mature life, I prefer Shaggy with that cool alien from one of the movies).
I used, of course, the background from BATIM - and choosing the right one and then framing it the best took me a lot of time and frustration too. I originally wanted a setting from the first chapter, but nothing looked right with the characters on it. I finally made it to the second chapter - and I think it turned out really nice.
However, I am extremely proud of how cans turned out, the expiration date of which is checked by Shaggy.
If anyone doesn't understand why this entry is for "machine" theme, let me remind you that the Gang drove a cool, colourful van called... that's right! The Mystery Machine! If you didn't know that, you can't consider yourself a Scooby-Doo fan :D
Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc.
Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? (c) Hanna-Barbera
Sammy and the Ink Machine (c) Nayia Lovecat
author’s note!: i always say my biggest flex is my music taste. i tried my best to pick songs for the members based on their vibes & personalities. im an old soul & love love love the 70’s. im like a 60 year old in a 24 year old body LOL. 70’s music is one of my all-time favorites other than kpop of course. click the links to listen to the songs & who knows, you might enjoy them just as much as i do! 🪩🕺🏼
choi seungcheol ❀
next to you by the police
waterloo by abba
say you love me by fleetwood mac
yoon jeonghan ❀
silver springs by Fleetwood Mac
i saw the light by todd rundgren
it never rains in southern california by albert hammond
hong joshua ❀ (i can totally picture him in a discotheque… think saturday night fever)
angeleyes by abba
good old-fashioned lover boy by queen
jive talkin’ by the bee gees
wen junhi ❀
love grows (where my rosemary goes) by edison lighthouse
jet by paul mccartney & wings
baba o’riley by the who
kwon soonyoung ❀
i need a lover by john mellencamp
what a fool believes by the doobie brothers
stuck in the middle with you by stealers wheel
jeon wonwoo ❀
burning love by elvis presley
you’re all i’ve got tonight by the cars
rosalinda’s eyes by billy joel
lee jihoon ❀
i was made for lovin’ you by kiss
little dreamer by Van Halen
love will tear us apart by joy division
lee seokmin ❀
don’t bring me down by electric light orchestra
do ya think im sexy? by rod stewart
don’t go breakin’ my heart by elton john & kiki dee
kim mingyu ❀
crazy on you by heart
deuce by kiss
gimme! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight) by abba
Don't you feel it growin' day by day?
People gettin' ready for the news
Some are happy some are sad...
Oh... we got to let the music play
Umm-hmm
What the people need is a way to make 'em smile
It ain't so hard to do if you know how
Gotta get a message, get it on through...
Oh now mama don't you ask me why
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All the time...
Well I know you know better everything I say
Meet me in the country for a day
We'll be happy and we'll dance
Oh... we're gonna dance our blues away
And if I'm feelin' good to you
And you're feelin' good to me
There ain't nothin' we can't do or say
Feelin' good, feeling fine
Oh, baby let the music play
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Like a lazy flowing river
Surrounding castles in the sky
And the crowd is growing bigger
Listening for the happy sounds
And I got to let them fly
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