#little pip jones

[cody-paranatural]

brothers ♡

#paranatural #pnat #there's no way this is a coincidence they look way too similar here #i need them to meet soooo bad #the real question is if J in PJ means Jones then what is your first name my boy. personally i like to think it's phillip #this is because one of the old nicknames for phillip is pip and i think that's funny #little pip jones

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hey, its Ominoose, your all time biggest fan here. Blue time.

You're a patient at the hospital, his favourite, he's always possessive. A new guy joins the staff and tries it with you, either flirting or getting handsy. Blue finds out, gets possessive. Maybe coddles you a bit ?? Idk, just... Blue <3

Orderly!Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info •

A/N: Firstly @ominoose you are far too kind, secondly I'm sorry this took so long, thirdly I’m so sorry Blue is fucking insane in this. 

He’s jealous! He’s whiney! He's a warning in himself!

Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, there's some power dynamics in here because reader is a patient, swearing, also I haven't proof read this correctly because I just can't look at it any longer, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2079

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“It’s time to go in.” Timothy’s voice made you jump. He was pretty nice, for an orderly. He’d only started two weeks ago and already he had half of the patients swooning and making heart eyes at him. Just over the fact that he seemed vaguely kind, and not the sort of person that would push someone under a bus for the fun of it. 

“Oh,” you closed your book, lightly bending the corner to mark your page. They didn’t let you have bookmarks in here, ‘weapons’ apparently. Though how you could do more damage than a paper cut was beyond you. 

“Sorry.” You mumble as you get up from your spot under the tree, you hadn’t heard the pips which normally alerted you to the end of outside time. 

Timothy smiles and shakes his head. “It’s okay, no problem, I could see you were absorbed in your book.” His expression is soft, caring. “Is it good?” 

You nod, eyeing him with a little uncertainty. 

“It’s nice to see patients reading, I think it’s really calming, you know?” He smiles again, tilting his head to the side and taking a fraction of a step closer. “I’ll take you in,” he places his hand on your bicep gently, just to guide you towards the door. All the other patients have gone inside already. 

“I see you reading a lot, you must like it huh?” He says good-naturedly.

“There’s not a lot else to do.” You say softly when he looks to you for an answer.

Timothy laughs kindly, “Well, that and getting better I guess?”

“Hmm.” While he seemed harmless enough, you knew from experience that it was always better to err on the side of caution with orderlies, especially new ones. And even more so with ones that seemed friendly. 

He pauses, haunting your movements with the hand on your arm. “You know, you should smile a bit.” 

Ah. There it was.

You frown.

“I mean,” he blushes a little and runs his free hand through his hair. “Not like that, do what you want, of course. I just heard that smiling releases happy chemicals you know? Makes you feel happy even if you’re just doing the expression.”

Oh.

You look at him carefully, scrutinising for any malice and find none. You smile a little and nod. Maybe he’s-

“McCarthy!” Blue bellows from across the courtyard, his voice snapping against you like a whip. 

Timothy visually jumps at the sound of his last name, turning quickly, but not letting go of your arm. Blue marches over. His eyes seem brighter than usual, gleaming with a mad, impulsive energy that rolls off him in waves.

Timothy audibly gulps as Blue stops in front of him. 

Blue smiles, all teeth like a chimp bearing a warning. “What are you doing?” He says calmly.

“I, I was just taking them inside.”

Blue doesn’t even look at you. “Why?” 

“It’s, erm, it’s time to go in?” He shifts a little nervously. 

Blue leans a fraction closer, dropping his voice dangerously low. “Is it?”

Timothy gulps and nods, wide-eyed. 

“Take your fucking hand off their arm.” He growls.

Timothy lets go of you as if he’s been burnt, stepping back, holding his hands up in apology. 

Blue clenches his jaw, his shoulders pulled back and begins to stalk forward, closing the gap and removing the slither of space Timothy tried to place between them. 

“Blue,” you whisper, low and soft, as you brush against his forearm with your little finger. 

His attention snaps to you instantly, the tension leaking out of his expression. 

“It’s okay.” You nod at him, keeping your voice that same gentle quiet tone. 

He grabs hold of your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles before looking back to Timothy and giving him a glare that could have easily stripped flesh from bone. “Get back to your post.”

Timothy didn’t have to be told twice. 

He scampered back, rushing through the door and not even giving either of you a glance over his shoulder. 

You squeeze Blue’s hand back. “You’re not going to have any more new staff if you keep terrifying them like that.” 

He doesn’t listen to you, his muscles tense as he lightly traces the place where Timothy’s hand had been. “Why was he touching you?” 

“He was taking me back inside.” 

“And you let him?” He glances up at you with dangerous eyes.

You nod. In your heart of hearts you know he understands why you couldn’t refuse.

His grip on your arm tightens ever so slightly. “Why?” 

“Would you rather I had, and been put in solitary?” 

His expression softens again and he shakes his head ever so slightly. “He wouldn’t have dared.” He whispers, so quiet you can barely make out the words.

Suddenly he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer and pulling up the sleeve of your t-shirt so he can get to your skin. 

You yelp in surprise as he bites your arm, sinking his teeth into the spot where Timothy's hand had rested moments previously, before he soothes the spot with his tongue. Instantly you flinch back, but he holds you firm as he sucks a hasty love bite into your skin. 

His chin is a mess with salvia when he pulls back, his fingers digging into you. 

You barely get a chance to open your mouth, to intake a quick gulp of air before he’s yanking you towards him, snaking his hand to the back of your neck and forcing his mouth onto yours.

Despite the frenzied heat, the kisses are soft, careful as he slides his tongue into your mouth and presses his body flush against yours. He whimpers a little as you kiss him back, nipping a little at your bottom lip and pressing his warm palm against your lower back so that you have nowhere to escape to as he grinds his half-hard cock between your legs. 

It takes him a moment longer than you thought it would for him to stop, pull back a fraction, breathing hard. For a second you think he’s remembered himself, remembered that you’re both in the middle of the grounds with the asylum's large windows looking down on both of you. But the glazed look in his eyes tells you that he doesn’t care. 

“Don’t want him to touch you,” he mutters, tracing his fingers along your jawline. 

“I know Blue.” You say soothingly. 

“Don’t want anyone to touch you.” He kisses you again, three light, quick pecks to your lips. “Other people… they’re not careful. They don’t understand how to take care… they break things.” He shakes his head. “They’re not allowed to break my things.” 

You lean a little closer, closing your eyes and rubbing your nose against his. “I know Blue.” 

His kiss is harder this time, his fingers a touch too firm as he squeezes your jaw and holds you in place. 

You don’t mind though, don’t care as you feel his fingers twitch, his grip relaxing as you lick into his mouth. 

He pulls back a fraction, his warm breath hitting your cheeks. “Need to make you cum.” He mutters into your mouth, not giving you even a second to respond before he turns and marches back, further away from the asylum doors and pulling you along with him. 

“Blue!” Your book slips out of your hands and you practically have to jog as he yanks on your arm, moving with a frenzied energy to the large, old oak tree you were sat underneath moments before. 

He pulls you around so that you’re hidden from the asylum’s windows and pushes you up against the bark. 

“My book-”

“I’ll get it in a sec’ baby,” he murmurs, his voice almost slurred as he gazes over your body, taking every detail in before he drops to his knees. 

“I don’t think-”

“You don’t have to think.” He bites softly at your hip as he hurriedly pulls down your trousers and panties, yanking them off your right leg and not bothering to completely remove them from your left. “Just be good.” He mutters, his mouth thick with salvia. His fingers dig into your skin as he grabs hold of your right thigh and hoists it over his shoulder. Not even pausing before his mouth is on you. 

Your breath leaves your lips as a whine as he licks, broad, fat swipes of his tongue through your folds and up to circle and tease your clit. 

“Blue,” you gasp, grabbing hold of his shoulders so support as he repeats the action over and over again, digging his fingers into your thighs and urging you to buck into his face. 

He moans against you as you say his name, swirling an extra circle around your clit before he’s dragging his tongue back down and up again. Groaning as he completely devours you. 

The wet sounds are practically obscene, even without your building cries that you are trying your hardest to muffle, it would be obvious what the two of you were doing to anyone in the vague vicinity. But you quickly lost any residual thought of caring the second his mouth was on you. 

He pushes you harder against the tree, practically forcing you onto tiptoes as your right leg squeezes against his back and pulls him closer. 

He rakes his teeth over your bundle of nerves, chuckling at your little sharp intake of breath before he sucks on your clit like a man possessed. 

You moan loudly, throwing your head back against the tree bark as your legs shake and nerve endings are flayed raw with pleasure. He keeps sucking, grinding his face against you as he pulls your orgasm from your body, giving you little say in the matter. 

Your vision whites out for a second as your back arches, your fingers digging into and bruising his skin.

You barely have a moment to recover, the aftershock still running along your limbs as he pulls your leg from his shoulder and moves back. You nearly stumble for a second, weak without his support, but then his hands are around your thighs and spreading you wide as he pushes inside. 

He groans as you gasp in surprise, grinning at the way your eyebrows pinch together. He doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, just presses until he is completely sheathed, his length splitting you wide open. 

“Fuccck…” he moans and bucks shallowly, once, twice, before really starting to move. Setting a brutal, frantic pace that has you holding onto him for dear life as sparks of pleasure coil and glide out from your core. 

“You take me so good baby, so good for me,” he kisses you hard, nuzzling into your cheek and neck as he pounds into you in a frenzy. 

It’s like he has you memorised, every spot to make you scream, and cry, and beg for more, as he hits deliciously deep, angling his hips just so that you see stars with every thrust. 

“Blue,” you moan into his mouth, feel him grin at how wrecked you sound. “I’m-”

He changes the tempo ever so slightly and you practically scream for him. 

“That good, huh baby? Need my cock that much, hmm?” 

You nod, unable to form words. 

“Only my cock, yeah? Only me. No one else, no one else is gonna take care of you like this, no one else is gonna make this pussy feel so good, no one else is allowed.” He growls. 

You gasp, pleasure building to a dizzying high. “Please, gonna cum, please.”

He whines, biting his lip, his voice softening despite the sudden increase of his thrusts. “Oh baby please, please, I need it. Please cum on my cock, please. Need you to cum, need you to feel good, let me make you cum,” thrust, “please,” thrust, “ just me,” thrust, “ just me,” thrust, “no one else.” 

“Just you.” You manage to stammer out as bliss overtakes every thought, washing over you in waves and rippling across your very soul. 

Blue lets out a strangled cry as you cum, your walls squeezing him so tightly, urging him deeper and pulling his own orgasm from his bones. He buries his face into your neck and bites down, his saliva socking into your t-shirt as he muffles his moans. 

He stays close as you both recover, littering your face with kisses until you're giggling, and playfully trying to push his face away. 

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Thank you for reading!

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[tarotenvelhecida]

pick a card– which book speaks to your soul?

You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important.

—Conversations with James Baldwin.

this is my love letter to all the bookworms in the tarot community— pick a pile & i'll give you a list of genres + book suggestions carrying important messages to you.

I. THE FIRST

To the daydreamers and the escapists; to the ones that need to rest before following what you need follow.

RELEVANT GENRES & CONCEPTS– fiction in general; romance; fantasy; fairytale; poetry; ‘happy ever after’ endings; hopeful endings; fantasy; magic; dreamy.

AUTHORS – Ursula K. Le Guin; Louise Gluck; Mary Oliver; Jane Austen.

BOOKS FOR YOU–

‘The Paper Garden: An Artist Begins Her Life’s Work at 72 – Molly Peacock'

‘Good Bones – Maggie Smith’

‘If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho – Translation by Anne Carson’

‘Owls and Other Fantasies – Mary Oliver’

‘Dog Songs – Mary Oliver’

‘Emma – Jane Austen’

‘Howl’s Moving Castle – Diana Wynne Jones’

‘The Little Prince – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’

‘Death Comes for the Archbishop – Willa Cather’

‘Sonnets from the Portuguese – Elizabeth Barrett Browning’

‘The Hawk and the Dove – Penelope Wilcock’

‘The Secret Life of the Lonely Doll: The Search for Dare Wright’

‘The Ink Dark Moon – Ono no Komachi & Izumi Shikibu’

‘Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll’

‘The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf’

‘Little Women – Louisa May Alcott’

‘Anne of Green Gables – L.M. Montgomery’

‘Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins – Emma Donoghue’

II. THE SECOND

For the ones that carry the ache to learn and know everything; to the ones bored with life's commodities & seriousness. For the ones that question everything around them – as they should do.

You do not need to fit in. Don't change yourself for other people. If they want to see you this way, then become the proud witch in the edge of the woods.

RELEVANT GENRES & CONCEPTS– books on 'niche' knowledge; science; philosophy; true crime; drama; scandalous romances; adventure, magical realism; YA thriller & horror; comedy & sardonic comedy; ‘controversial’/'weird' books.

AUTHORS– Carmen Maria Machado, Kate Moore, Grady Hendrix.

BOOKS FOR YOU–

‘My Sister, The Serial Killer – Oyinkan Braithwaite'

‘The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales – Oliver Sacks'

‘St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves – Karen Russell'

‘Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife – Mary Roach’

‘The Hitchhiker Guide to Galaxy – Douglas Adams'

‘Inferno – Dante Alighieri'

'Magic for Beginners – Kelly Link'

‘Lace Bone Beast: Poems & Other Fairytales for Wicked Girls – N.L. Shompole'

‘Severed: A History of Heads Lost and Heads Found – Frances Larson’

'The Woman They Could Not Silence – Kate Moore'

‘The Dictionary of Lost Words – Pip Williams'

‘She Kills Me: The True Stories of History’s Deadliest Women – Jennifer Wright’

‘Anatomy: A Love Story – Dana Schwartz'

‘Pretty Dead Queens – Alexa Donne'

‘I’m Glad My Mom Died – Jennette McCurdy'

'Rabid: A Cultural History of the World's Most Diabolical Virus – Bill Wasik'

‘Chilling Adventures of Sabrina – Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa’

III. THE THIRD

You need to put your sadness somewhere. If you can't, remember that someone has done it before – and transformed it into a story. Let the words you'll read be the resting place for whatever you're feeling right now; let yourself remember that not even your pain is lonely in this world.

RELEVANT GENRES AND CONCEPTS— poetry; gothic horror; thrillers; murder mysteries; tragedies; cathartic stories; biographies.

AUTHORS– Shirley Jackson, Osamu Dazai, Clarice Lispector, Sylvia Plath.

BOOKS FOR YOU—

'The Year of Magical Thinking – Joan Didion'

‘The Dead – James Joyce'

‘What The Living Do – Marie Howe'

‘The Hour of the Star – Clarice Lispector'

‘Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector’

‘Some of Us Did Not Die – June Jordan'

Somewhere Towards the End – Diana Athill'

‘We Have Always Lived in The Castle – Shirley Jackson'

'Heaven: A Novel – Mieko Kawakami'

'Journal of a Solitude – May Sarton'

'Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte'

'Grief is the Thing with Feathers – Max Porter'

‘Carrie – Stephen King'

'Of Dogs and Walls – Yuko Tsushima'

'Frankenstein – Mary Shelley'

'The Stepping Off Place – Cameron Kelly'

'Letters to Milena – Franz Kafka'

‘Beloved – Toni Morrison'

#pac #pick a card #pick a card reading #pick a pile #pick a pile reading #pick a deck #tarot reading #tarot #tarot reader #cartomancy #divination #witchblr #witchcraft #witch #tarotblr #tarotdaily #intuitive #tarot community #tarot cards #tarotonline #free tarot readings

[2apples-tall]

Mr. Snake and Mr. Owl

A small kinda funny kinda sweet fic about a class taking refugee from a rainstorm in Aziraphale’s bookshop and Aziraphale having no idea what to do with them

A school trip was all it took to ruin Aziraphale’s day. Well a school trip and a rainstorm. Well a school trip, a rainstorm, and a very overworked teacher who was also having a bad day.

The local elementary school’s 4th grade class was taking a trip to a few museums in the area, all within walking distance, so the teacher took her class through soho to the museums. Until it started to rain and they were all escorted by a very lovely older man into a warm bookshop.

You see Aziraphale, being the angel he is, couldn’t stand seeing those poor kids and that poor teacher get drenched out on the street “Oh no, I insist it is no trouble at all.” He assured the teacher, who informed him her name was Ms. Jones “I’m sure this rain will let up soon”

“Thank you so much, I would run to get some umbrellas but I can’t leave them” Ms. Jones said apologetically, “It’s a small school so there were no other chaperones and I technically didn’t need any for just 10 kids”

The poor girl sounded exhausted so Aziraphale, the angel, got her a nice cup of tea and offered her a seat. This was the particular and exact second things began to go horribly wrong, the kids began…

….I shan’t say it….

pulling the books off the shelves.

Aziraphale did not spend enough time around any sort of children to realize this would happen because kids, especially 9 year olds, we’re very curious.

“Hey mister why don’t these have any pictures?” Said one little boy with snot dripping dangerously close to a first addition of Pride and Prejudice.

“Oh dear,” Aziraphale pulled the book as carefully as he could from the boy’s sticky fingers. “We’ll these books are very old and very uninteresting to you kids, how about…” he paused frantically looking at the books that had already made their way onto the ground. “A magic show!”

“My mommy says magic is devil worship” pipped up a little girl as she flipped haphazardly through a very old and expensive copy of The Invisible Man.

“Right” probably not his best idea anyway.

Ms. Jones, much to Aziraphale’s dismay, was quite proud of her students for taking an interest in the literature at the store and made no efforts to keep them away from books, what kind of teacher would try to STOP kids from reading?

Aziraphale began feeling very un-angelic as he thought of ways to get these kids away from his precious books. Maybe un-angelic is exactly what I need.

Aziraphale opened the door to his back room to find Crowley napping on the sofa. More often than not Aziraphale would walk into this sight and stare, sometimes until Crowley woke up, but there was no time. Very sadly Aziraphale shook the demon’s shoulder until he awoke with a groggy “ngk”

“Good morning dear” Aziraphale beamed down at him

“What’s wrong?” Crowley asked, waking up quicker than he had his whole life. He could practically smell the angels distress.

“We’ll I need you to get some.. people out of the bookshop” Aziraphale said sheepishly

“Why? What’re they doing?” Crowley stood up ready to destroy any human that thought they could mess with his angel’s shop.

“It’s umm just some kids” He admitted quietly

“What”

“It’s a class of kids! They’re going to ruin all my books! I want you to scare them away” Aziraphale crossed his arms looking expectantly at his demon.

“Really angel?” Crowley smiled and shook out his shoulders, slowly slithering down until he was a huge black snake.

Crowley lurked through the shelves until he saw a young girl all pigtails and floral bows. One good scare and the whole class’ll leave

He crept slowly towards her and brushed his scaly side against her ankle, just enough that he expected a scream but instead received gentle fingertips running down his back. She began to pet him.

“Oh what a cute little snake” She crouched to her knees and ran her hands all down his back “Such pretty scales”

Great I got the one little girl in the whole world that actually likes snakes.

Crowley darted back to his sofa and resumed his former shape.

“These kids are tough Angel” Crowley said as nonchalantly as he could after being practically cuddled.

“Please Crowley” Aziraphale gave him that look, that damned look that made Crowley’s knees buckle and head go foggy.

Crowley sauntered out, ready to throw each pesky kid out by the collar if he had to. Or at least that’s what he told himself until the little girl with pigtails looked up at him with tears shining in her eyes.

“Sir did you see where Mr. Snake went? I wanted to be his friend but he ran away”

Dammit.

Crowley kneeled down “You know that um snake is actually a… particularly good friend of mine, and he asked me to tell you erm that he would love to be your friend but his.. owl friend needed him for something very very important” He struggled with the words but thankfully the girl didn’t seem to mind. She just laughed a little and grabbed his shirt sleeve to pull him into the center of the class.

“This guy is funny! And he knows a snake that’s friends with an owl!” She announced

“Ooh” The class gathered around his legs and sat on the floor gazing up at him “Will you tell us about Mr. Snake and Mr. Owl?”

“Oh absolutely” Crowley smiled, he had 6000 years of stories, most, well at least some of them had to be child friendly.

Aziraphale watched, with hearts in his eyes, as Crowley began telling animated stories of the two of them. The children hung onto every word as Crowley spun the tale of Mr. Snake and Mr. Owl as knights, then told them about the pair seeing Shakespeare, then he told about them preforming a spectacular magic show. Aziraphale flushed a bit as Crowley told that last story but he had kept it tame enough. Aziraphale quietly cleaned up all of the books thanking Crowley and God none of them had been damaged.

“Oh look at that, the rain stopped” Ms. Jones said almost sad to leave the warm shop and fun stories “Thank you so much for letting us stay here for the moment and tell your husband he’s an amazing story teller, he should write a novel”

“Oh we’re not, um, I’ll, I will tell him” Aziraphale blushed and stumbled as he opened the door for her.

“Come on kids,” she waited a second while none of them moved. She sighed and called out “Are you ready kids!”

“Aye aye Captain!” 10 tiny voices answered as they quickly lined up behind her.

“Lovely” Ms. Jones counted each head twice then turned again to Aziraphale “Thank you again this was a much better day than I had hoped for”

“Bye bye Mr. Snake, thank you!” Called Pigtails

Crowley chucked and waved at the class as they walked out the door.

“I had no idea you were so good with kids” Aziraphale remarked

“I had no idea you were so rubbish with them” Crowley smirked.

“Well now,”

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #crowly x aziraphale #good ineffable omens #ineffable partners #good omens fix #good omens fan fiction #good omens fan fic #good omens fic

[baddieladdie]

Let's judge the Fallout series collector boxes together ( •̀ω •́ )

FIRST UP! Fallout x Bones Coffee Company

Time for a ROAST hehehe

First impression: she's giving pre-school construction realness.

WHAT ARE THOOOOOOSE?! Look at hose fuggly metal shits. For $60, they might as well make it with real metal clasps.

AND WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!

The box interior is alright, but it feels more akin to artwork or fan art. That this collection box is more faithful to the series itself rather than to the universe the Fallout show is set in.

The skeleton standing in the iconic Vault entrance is pretty neat looking. But the coffee bag 'Pip-Boy item' isn't doing it for me. I think it's the highly detailed logo on the coffee bag that throws me off.

From a consumer/collector perspective: This product was sold out in under 3 hours, per the Bones Coffee website. I saw the tweet yesterday announcing this release. However, the product was already sold out by the time I received the email from Bones Coffee.

Next up! AriZona x Fallout

The variety pack sold by AriZona iced tea feels like it could be found in universe. If the box was dirted up a bit, it would fit right into the games. Essentially, I think AriZona did their research when creating a collector's box that fit in-universe themes.

Additional note for AriZona: They have made some super cute in-universe ads for these drinks! You can tell a fuck was given.

From a consumer/collector perspective: AriZona's twitter does a pretty good job of communicating updates to their exclusive Fallout collaboration. The AriZona x Fallout variety pack pictured above is currently available on Amazon for 36 USD.

Last one! Jones' Nuka Cola

I got more invested in the Fallout Universe after graduating from college. Because of this, I absolutely missed out the NukaCola Quantum release in 2016 (related to the Fallout 4 game release)

I am so excited to try what 'Victory' tastes like. That is certainly a more abstract flavor to cultivate. The packaging itself looks very nice as well. Notably, the bottles are labeled nice. AriZona may have had a fancy box but their cans still have some focus on the brand. The labels here are centered on the Fallout Universe first and the brand second.

For the exclusive marketing imagery: Jones got the label RIGHT! I love how they added that staticky-old screen effect to their logo. It makes it blend right into the art.

Also worth mentioning, unlike Bones Coffee and AriZona, Jones has a whole website dedicated to their Fallout series related product (linked below). What interested me the most on their site was the comment on 'Caps 4 Gear'. I didn't see anything Fallout related yet, but that could be something exciting to look for in the future!

From a consumer/collector perspective: The price did feel a little steep, despite considering the need for amble gentle packaging. A single 4-pack is currently being sold on the Jones website for 25 USD. It'll take some time between placing the order and receiving the product. But if you are interested, there are still pre-orders available :)

#fallout series #fallout series collectibles #prime video #fallout franchise #fallout collectibles #fallout #vault 33 #jones soda #nuka cola #AriZona x Fallout #bones coffee

[lengthy-artery]

got tagged by @gyunikum to do a little tag game so here goes!

Last song: Roll Northumbria (Longest Johns cover)

Last movie: oh boy great question. I genuinely think it was the new indiana jones film? i don't watch movies very often

Currently reading: I have literally just started reading Killingly by Katharine Beutner (as in I'm about two pages in), but before that I was reading The Bookbinder of Jericho by Pip Williams (very good, highly recommend!)

Currently craving: brownies from this one dessert place. also a break. also also to get to one really cool bit in my dnd campaign that we didnt have time for last session >:)

tagging: oh man just whoever. if you want to do this just say that i tagged you! also @essayofthoughts because she's where tag games go to die (her words not mine)

#tag games

[philipcharmont]

𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝟸𝟻; 𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝙽.

                PHILIP CHARMONT.

there are days that philip finds himself wondering if the life he had created with aurora was a beautiful dream. there was a time he thought this future would never become a reality. philip never thought he would become king. he was the youngest of three, it was never in the cards for him unless she married a princess. so learning how to be king was tricky but he was thankful for kit’s guidance. he now understood the pressure that had his brother had endured to some extent. philip is a family man. his wife and children are his pride and joy. although he states he doesn’t have favorites, rosalie does have him wrapped around his finger. the king spends as much time as he can with his beloved wife now that danger isn’t looming over them.

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻

name. philip nicholas charlemagne alexander charmont. nicknames. pip, philly date of birth.  august 2. species.   human. powers.  n/a. place of birth.   ulstead, france. current residence.   ylisse, france. occupation.    king of ylisse. 

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

height.  6′0" build. let me tell you this man looks great  hair colour/style. brunette, beginning to gray at the sides  eye colour. blue. glasses/contacts ?  he wears glasses when doing paperwork. faceclaim.  james marsden. voiceclaim. james marsden. ( x / x )

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷

physical ailments.   you know i like to think he’s a deep sleeper now. before he wasn’t but now it’s harder for him to be woken up. i’m sure he’s gotten some injuries as well. what exactly ?? who’s to say. not me yet.  allergies.   none. sleeping habits. well boy howdy sleep is a little scary now isn’t it. bit of an insomniac now  drugs / smoke / alcohol ?  no / no / yes

𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

children.  william, seviathan & rosalie charmont. grand-children.   none .. at the moment. significant other.  aurora caputlet-charmont closest friends. serena jones, nick wilde, luca paguro-scorfano

𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂 & 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂

languages spoken.   english & french drive ?   yes. jump start a car ?    yes. change a flat tire ?  yes, besties it’s mystery machine 4lyfe. ride a bicycle ?   yes, but you know samson is right there. ( yes he’s still alive this horse will outlive everyone and yes samson jr is liam’s horse ) swim ? yes. play an instrument ?  yes. play chess ?  yes. braid hair ?  yes, he used to braid rose’s hair every morn. tie a tie ?          yes. pick a lock ?          yes. sew ?  yes, rora taught him.

compassion.         9/10.

empathy.         9/10.

creativity.          10/10.

mental flexibility.          7/10.

passion.        10/10.

luck.         7/10

motivation.  10/10.

education.          10/10.

intelligence.         7/10.

charisma.       10/10.

reflexes.          10/10.

willpower.          7/10.

stamina.          10/10.

physical strength.         9/10.

battle skill.          10/10.

initiative.     10/10.

restraint.          7/10.

strategy.     10/10.

team work.         10/10.

#watask #* .・ this is the story of becoming a hero the hard way » future. #blows a kiss to pip nation #where's the king squad

[maccreadysbaby]

CRASH AND BURN™︎

fem!oc x preston garvey

in which a strange girl shows up in the commonwealth to tell the minutemen that an old enemy is rising up from the capital wasteland, and they’re not just coming for kicks and giggles. oh, and an unassuming second-in-command manages to catch her silver eye, even on the brink of war.

❝ if this is what it feels like to fall for you, garvey, i don’t want to stop until i crash and burn ❞

this is chapter four. full chapter masterlist can be found here.

TW: verbal abuse

❝ THERE ONE SECOND, GONE THE NEXT ❞

Vault 62, DC, Capital Wasteland

Aug 7, 2288, 1600

— HEARTLEY WAS FREAKING TERRIFIED. All day she’d been pushing the whole missing thing to the side, because who can go missing in a vault? He had to be somewhere, right? But now that the overseer and head of security were there, it was evident something had gone horribly wrong. What did Riot do?

“Riot’s mother came to me this morning, in a panic, saying that her son was missing. I realize that you guys might know a bit more about his whereabouts than his mother. So, if anyone knows where Riot is, I suggest you speak up now.” Alec ordered. All of the kids looked at one another, which, in hindsight, probably made them look a little guilty.

“We don’t know, sir. We were all in here together, about to go looking for him,” Surprisingly, it was Scout who spoke up. “We’ve checked all over this morning but couldn’t find him.”

“Did Riot say anything… strange to you guys in the past few days? Anything out of character?” Alec questioned, waking slowly around the circle of adolescents like a teacher in class. “Anything that would foreshadow his disappearance?”

Heartley wracked her brain for every conversation she’d had with him recently. The day before yesterday she’d talked to him about a few things. He’d stayed the night with Mercury and was still there when Heartley showed up for dinner. They we’re all random things — about Tuesday, about music, about televisions. Yesterday, she’d only seen him once, in the medbay with Tuesday and Simon. He was angry at Bela for purposefully not buying his stock for the week. He went on an angry rant about life, about the vault, about how it was stupid and he didn’t want to be in there anymore.

“He told me he was tired of being here, but it wasn’t out of character. He says stuff like that all of the time,” She spoke up, earning the eyes of everybody in the room. She shifted uncomfortably, closer to Markus.

“Yeah, I heard that, too,” Tuesday stated.

Alec nodded to himself, leaning on Doctor Jones’ desk and scanning them like some kind of machine. They all shifted under his gaze.

“Did he mention anything to anyone about attempting to leave the vault?”

They all glanced at each other, eyes big.

“He left the vault?” Chicago questioned, stepping forward slightly. Alec shrugged.

“Hannigan and his Coursers did a full sweep of the entire vault. The residential sector, the generator rooms, the atrium, even the security offices, confinement. This entire vault has been picked through, and unless he’s just seriously good at evading them, he isn’t here,”

Heartley was just dazed and confused. They think Riot left the vault?

“How could he get out of the vault, if he didn’t have your pip-boy?” Tuesday questioned, gesturing to the machine on the Overseer’s arm. “You’re the only person that has one and you… obviously wouldn’t let him out.”

Heartley rolled her eyes. Leave it to Tuesday to accuse the freaking Overseer.

“That’s why I’m talking to you guys,” Alec stated, glancing at his pip-boy. “How did he get out without my pip-boy?”

“No offense, sir, but I think we all agree that he couldn’t have left the vault,” Markus stated, shifting slightly. “I think we just need to look harder.”

“Do you guys know of any hidden place he could be?”

They all glanced at one another, shaking their heads. “No. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have one we don’t know about,” Simon stated, glancing up at Alec. He nodded.

“So Riot is a shady individual, yeah? Is that a word you’d use to describe him?” The Overseer questioned, tapping the desk with his fingers. Hannigan shifted against the doorframe, drawing Heartley’s eyes for a moment, and she shifted, too.

“I don’t think he’s shady,” Scout stated, eyeing the overseer a little bit sideways. Heartley kept her mouth shut because Riot was definitely shady. “He’s restless, living in here, but so is everyone else.”

“He’s a drug dealer. That doesn’t qualify as shady?”

Scout went eerily silent, glancing down at the floor beneath him.

“Did you know that, Scout?” Alec pressed, standing up straight and crossing his arms. Scout glanced over at Markus and Heartley with shifty eyes. “Don’t look at them, Scout, look at me. Did you know Riot is a drug dealer?”

In her peripheral, Heartley saw Tuesday inching the empty Addictol inhaler off of the counter behind him at the slowest bodily speed he could muster. Getting it out of Alec’s sight.

Scout shifted his weight on his feet. “I, uh… yeah. Yeah, I knew.”

The overseer nodded. “Did all of you know?”

They all glanced at one another, a quiet confirmation.

“That’s okay. I understand it’d be counterintuitive to rat out your friends. None of you are in trouble. We’ll deal with his situation when he’s found, which is what we’re focusing on right now,”

Alec started walking around the group again, eyeing them like they were convicts. He walked around the whole semicircle until he made it back to Markus. The first in the line.

“How’re your aunt and uncle?” He asked innocently, patting Markus’ shoulder. “You know, with the anniversary of your parents death coming up and all that. Are they doing good?”

Heartley narrowed her eyes at Alec. Was he seriously going to be that way just because he thought they were covering for Riot? Dissecting them with his words until everything they thought was private about their lives was out there on the table? Coating them with guilt, shame and embarrassment until they finally spewed Riot’s location just to make him stop?

They didn’t know where Riot was, and Alec didn’t believe them.

Markus stiffened, eyes shifting to the floor under Alec’s gaze, the mention of his parents hanging in the air like a dead weight. If there was one thing their entire group knew not to mention, it was Markus’ parents. They’d died at the hands of a Courser that’d gone sentient and was trying to leave the vault. Two years ago. When he was nineteen.

Heartley lightly bumped the back of her hand against his. His eyes flicked back up to Alec, and he cleared his throat. “They’re doing fine.”

“Good to hear. What about your sister? Visited her lately?”

Heartley’s mouth fell agape, that time. Markus’ older sister, June, was in lifetime confinement for going a little… haywire after their parents died. She saw Tuesday and Simon glance at one another in her peripheral, obviously flabbergasted at the questions Alec was asking, too. Markus had gone rigid, frozen.

Heartley glanced at him, subtly and slowly lacing her fingers with his to provide some kind of non-verbal support. He gripped her’s back tightly. His was shaking.

“No, I haven’t,” He replied blankly, staring straight into Alec’s ugly green eyes. Alec nodded, stepping forward a few times.

“Heartley. You and your mother still doing well?” He asked, scanning her up and down, something deep in his eyes, like pride. She cocked her hip to the side and Markus squeezed her hand.

“Doing great without you in the picture,” She sassed. Everyone in the room seemed to freeze, and the air grew thicker than butter. “May’ve donated a bit of sperm to aid my creation, but that doesn’t mean you’re anything to me. To us. We’re not hurt you left, actually kind of relieved seeing how your power turned you into a raging dick.”

Alec stared, obviously not expecting the girl’s attitude to flare up: a trait she inherited from him. Hannigan shifted slightly behind him, but Alec held up a hand, and he froze again. The overseer silently moved onto Jericho, who was next in line.

“Jericho. Good to see your mom is allowing you to buddy up with your friends again. Seems like she’s had a… change of heart,” He smiled maliciously at Jericho, who stared back at him, trying his best to have no reaction to the words coming out of his mouth. “Maybe I should ask her about Riot. After all, she knows what you’re up to and who you hang out with.”

Jericho shifted his weight on his feet, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. “Go right ahead.”

“Great, I’ll get on that,” He stated, lacing his hands behind his back and stepping forward a couple of times. He stopped in front of Mercury.

“Mercury Delgado. Grandmother still doing well? Better than her marriage, at least?”

Heartley let go of Markus’ hand and crossed her arms, glaring at the back of Alec’s head like lasers would actually shoot from them if she tried hard enough.

“Hey, there’s no reason to be a jerk to him like that,” Simon piped up, glaring at Alec from his spot next to Mercury.

Alec snickered. “Mercury’s a big boy, let’s let him stand up for himself, hm?”

Alec shifted his gaze back to Mercury, who was glowering at him. “I just hope your dear gramma doesn’t come down with the same disease that took both of your parents.”

“Okay,” Heartley watched in quiet suspense as Simon stepped in front of Mercury, between him and Alec. “Piss off, dude.”

Tuesday reached to slap his twin’s arm, but he missed and hit the air instead.

“You’ve always been fiercely loyal, Simon, even when you were young,” Alec stated, venom dripping from his words. “Always taking blows and getting into trouble for the sake of your friends. Something you’re all about to experience if you don’t tell me where Riot is.”

Heartley shifted. “We already told you we don’t know, douchebag.” She stated. Alec whirled around, and over his shoulder, Tuesday was glaring at her like she’d just killed someone.

“The level of disrespect…” Alec tutted, turning back to Simon. “You do realize the only reason your father became a doctor was because your mother died of a drug overdose, right? And he didn’t know how to save her?”

Heartley’s eyes grew wide, and she sent a quick glance to Markus. They’d never heard what happened to Simon and Tuesday’s mom.

Simon stared at him, dumbfounded, a hint of emotion spreading across his face.

“I know your father is very, very disappointed in you, Simon. Tuesday is trying his very best to be the vaults next doctor, but what are you doing? Hanging out with your friends every day? Being a nothing, a nobody, isn’t what your mother would’ve wanted, is it?”

Simon opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Heartley could see him fiddling with the hem of his pants, averting his gaze to the floor with a sharp, shaky breath.

Hannigan shifted against the door. “Overseer, sir, maybe this isn’t the best-“

“Quiet, Hannigan,” Alec ordered, loud and authoritative. The man against the door silenced. Alec moved quickly, toward Chicago.

“Chicago… or should I say Charlie Dunbar,” He stated, and Chicago immediately grimaced and crossed her arms at the mention of her real first name. “Your parents are quite the Good Samaritans. They can’t help but be kind to everyone in our little community. What would they do if they found out you were hanging out with drug dealers and trouble children?”

“This isn’t right,” Scout stepped forward, crossing his arms with his dark eyes fixed on the Overseer. “You can’t just berate us and expect Riot’s location to telepathically appear in our heads. We don’t know where he is, and we still won’t know where he is no matter how much sh- crap you talk about us.”

Alec chuckled at that, eyeing Scout up and down. “You’re the most likely one in this group to know where Riot is, Scout. I mean, you see him almost every day. Including the colossal amount of drug runs you take for your dad.”

Scout furrowed his brow, but didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, I do see him every day. That’s kinda why I’m trying to find him, here.” He said with a sarcastic nod, letting the mention of his father roll off of his back like water.

“Because he’s your drug dealer?”

Scout shook his head, placing a hand on Alec’s shoulder. “Hate to break it to ya’, buddy, but not everything is about drugs. You sure you aren’t an addict? ‘Cause you definitely talk about them a lot.”

Alec growled, almost like some type of feral dog, and suddenly, he reared back and struck Scout across the face so hard he almost fell over. At that point, everyone was screaming.

“Oh my God!”

“Scout!”

“What the hell?!” Simon had already made his way toward Alec and shoved him so hard he stumbled. Chicago had raced toward Scout, checking his face and head. Markus was gone from Heartley’s side in a blink, next to Simon to glower at Alec, and Jericho, Mercury, and Tuesday had flinched away from the chaos. Heartley was frozen.

Not only was Alec the Overseer, but he was her estranged father. And he just hit a kid. Everyone in the vault loved him, thought he was the best leader in the universe, meanwhile he was berating and abusing kids in his downtime? What was going on?

Heartley’s heart jumped into her throat when she saw Hannigan’s hand land on the grip of the laser pistol on his side.

“Stop. Stop it!” She announced, jogging over to her friends and Alec. “Everybody shut up or Hannigan’s gonna shoot.”

Markus, Simon, and Scout’s eyes all followed Heartley’s words, landing on the Head of security. He still shamelessly had his hand on his weapon.

“You’re a deranged, sick, disgusting, hateful, ignorant excuse for a man. You successfully attacked us all with your words and we still don’t know where Riot is, so you can leave now,” Heartley ordered, taking a place in front of her dad and crossing her arms. “And if you ever hit one of my friends again… you’re gonna see parts of yourself in me you never want to see again.”

Alec kept his ugly green eyes locked onto her gray ones. “I’m not scared of you, Heartley.”

“No, but are you scared of you?” She asked, poking his chest. “I’m not gonna come to you with sass and a bad attitude, I’m gonna come at you with all the manipulative, disgusting violence you imbedded in my DNA. They’re the parts of me you never cared to know about because you decided your pride mattered more than your daughter.”

Alec, for a moment, looked like he was going to hit her, too, but he clenched his jaw and turned on his heel. “If I don’t have Riot’s location by the end of the week, you’re all going to be spending some time in confinement.”

Then he pressed the door release and left the room with Hannigan, leaving the kids in the medbay alone.

Heartley ran a hand through her hair. It was Thursday, so they only had two days to give Alec a location they didn’t know.

She turned and scanned all of her friends. Jericho was talking to Mercury quietly off to the side, probably checking up on him. Tuesday and Chicago were fussing over Scout, whose nose had started bleeding without Heartley realizing. Markus was staring straight back at her, and Simon was gone.

“Jesus, you’re scary sometimes,” Markus muttered, shaking his head. Heartley shrugged.

“You see where I get it from,” She stated simply. “What a pathetic human. Where’d Simon go?”

Markus did a spin, shrugging. “I dunno. I didn’t even know he was gone.”

“He went into the surgery room,” Tuesday muttered without even turning to look at them. He had his hand on the bridge of Scout’s nose, holding a trash can with the other that the stream of blood was dripping into. “He gets really… sensitive when people talk about our mom. Y’know, because he’s emotional like that.”

Heartley shook her head. How was Tuesday able to just… turn it off like that? She guessed it was something doctors were able to do. Can’t work on your patients if you’re too busy crying over them.

Someone tapped on Heartley’s shoulder. She turned, coming face-to-face with Mercury. He pointed at himself, then back at the over left door that went to the surgery room. A silent ‘I’ll go.’

“Okay, go ahead,” She stated. Mercury then went back to the door and disappeared into the room with Simon.

Heartley huffed, propping her hands on her hips. Two days to cough up a complete mystery of a location.

#oc; heartley #mb; crash and burn #vaultdweller #enclave #fallout four #fo4 #fallout oc #fallout 4 #fallout

[courier2lw]

West had never planned on returning to the east coast. If anyone remembered him from DC, well, what a loss for them. Or not. He knew he hadn’t exactly been a good guy. He had made mistakes, bad ones. Genocidal ones. Even ten years or probably more, he wasn’t sure, and a case of recovering amnesia, wouldn’t change the horrible things he’d done.

It also didn’t change the good, or the fact that he was focusing on the bad memories he was gaining rather than the good ones. Things were beginning to feel familiar, though he couldn’t put a clear memory to it. He had made a life for himself in New Vegas, but now he returned before his robo-brain buddy had skipped town with little more than a terminal recording explaining he ‘needed to return to Boston and finish things’. Goddamnit, Betty.

So West was back east, trying to think of better things he had done. He could not remember sweeping the once longer hair from his face, hesitant in throwing a frag grenade into a small crowd of slavers. He did not remember befriending Eulogy Jones with the full intention of shooting him in the head once they were alone or the brainwashed girls who attacked each other and then Wesley after he had. He does not remember freeing the slaves, let alone any of their names or faces.

He also didn’t remember such terrible dust storms. Must have been a Boston thing. He was beginning to feel a little queasy because of it and as the grey oddly fanged mutt beside him whined and stumbled, West heard the click of the geiger counter on his Pip Boy. It was more than just dust. West looked around but saw nothing obviously radioactive. He knelt next to his pup and removed a small box from his bag, taking a pill himself and then shoving one, very carefully, down the dog’s throat. He gave the dog an extra good scratch behind the ears, then pulled a scarf from his bag, dumping the carrots from it and wrapped it around the lower half of his face. West picked up the dog, who was only a month or so away from no longer being a puppy. The grey pup buried his nose under West’s jacket collar.

The dust and faint green glow around them were making it hard to see and West’s eyes water. But there was a bridge ahead, sturdy looking enough. West held his dog tightly and rushed underneath it, burying his face in the dog’s fur, lifting his jacket a little to push more of the dog’s face under it.

"Don't wiggle, Artoo. I gotcha." He crouched down, relieved not to see any bloody ghouls laying out in his hiding spot. He took a shallow breath, hugging the pup close, burying the poor thing's face under his jacket. He was gonna toss his cookies if he wasn't careful and if this weird rad cloud hung around any longer. He had lost his memory before landing in the Sierra Madre, the memory of the Red Cloud was firmly lodged in his faulty mind. He tried to keep that stored away, not wanting to psych himself into a panic attack.

#fallout 4 rp #fallout rp #fallout new vegas rp #apocalyptic rp #open rp #verse: your long lost pal

[lauralot89]

Unnamed Ginger Cats of Live Action Films J-R

I’m compiling a database of every ginger cat in the media. See the master post for all forms of media here.

A-I and S-Z appear in their own posts because this post contained too many links for Tumblr. The cat from Breakfast at Tiffany’s is on the named list because I have too many unnamed film cats already.

If I am missing any ginger cats, please comment so it can be added to the list.

Yes, some of these cats are in black and white films. But they’re played by a cat named Orangey, so they’re on the list

A * indicates that a film has more than one unnamed orange cat.

Jack the Giant Slayer

Jeepers Creepers*

The Killing Kind

Kiss Me Deadly

Koodu

Kumbalangi Nights

The Last Starfighter

The Leopard

Little Richard

Little Women

Logan's Run

The Long Goodbye

Love & Sex

Luxury Cats' Home

Made in America

Madhouse

Maniac

The Man Who Fell to Earth

Married to the Mob

The Matchmaker

Material Girls

Max Dugan Returns

Me Him Her

Micki & Maude

Mindhunters

Minoes*

The Misadventures of Merlin Jones

Mr. Pip

Mistletoe Over Manhattan

Monsoon Wedding

The Moon Spinners

Motherless Brooklyn

Moving Target

The Muppet Christmas Carol*

Mushrooms

My Sister Eileen

Naked Lunch

Nameneko*

Nightmare Concert (A Cat in the Brain)

Nine Lives*

No Country for Old Men

Nothing in Common

Now and Then

The Old Man and the Sea

Once You Kiss a Stranger

102 Dalmatians

Oscar and Lucinda

Our Mother's House

Pale Rider

Parasite

Peeper

Pepe

The Perils of Priscilla*

The Pets Perform

Pillow Talk

Pocketful of Miracles

Police Academy 6: City Under Siege

The Postman Always Rings Twice

Precious*

Rachel, Rachel

Rage

Ramblin Freak

Rats

Rear Window

Redneck Zombies

Regression

Ride Beyond Vengeance

Robin Hood

The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone

Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion

#ginger cat master post #cinema cats #film cats #cats in film #ginger cats #yellow cats #orange cats #red cats #long post

[parkerbombshell]

Rules Free Radio Feb 7

Tuesdays 2pm - 5pm  EST Rules Free Radio With Steve  Caplan bombshellradio.com On the next Rules Free Radio with Steve Caplan, in the last hour, we’ll hear music by the late Tom Verlaine, both as a solo artist and with his band Television. We also recently lost Floyd Sneed, the longtime drummer for the band Three Dog Night. Starting in the late 60s they had a string of hits and their choices of material brought the work of some of Rock and Pop music’s greatest songwriters to the mainstream. In the second hour, we’ll hear his drumming on some early classic Three Dog Night music. In between, we’ll hear a couple of sets spotlighting some new and recent releases including Shang Hi Los, Wet Leg, Arlo Parks, The Morning Line, and a song from a forthcoming release by Everything But The Girl, their first studio release in 24 years. We'll start with classic Soul and R&B in remembrance of Barrett Strong, a legendary Motown songwriter and singer we recently lost. His songs have been recorded by some of the greatest Soul and Pop artists in music. We’re going to kick it off with a segment of Here’s The Original, where we hear an iconic recording that everyone knows and then hear the story and the original version that inspired the classic. It all starts at 2 on Tuesday afternoon on Bombshellradio.com! The Beatles - Money (That's What I Want) Barrett Strong - Money (That's What I Want) Barrett Strong - Sugar Daddy Isley Brothers - That's The Way Love Is Barrett Strong - You Got What It Takes Jimmy Ruffin - Gonna Give Her All The Love I've Got Marvin Gaye - I Heard It Through the Grapevine The Undisputed Truth - Papa Was A Rollin' Stone The Artistics - This Heart of Mine Marvin Gaye - Wherever I Lay My Hat (That's My Home) Jimmy Ruffin - Don't You Miss Me A Little Bit Baby Barrett Strong - Two Wrongs Don't Make a Right The Temptations - Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me) Gladys Knight & The Pips - The End Of Our Road Me'Shell Ndegeocello & The Funk Brothers - Cloud Nine Jr. Walker & The All Stars - Psychedelic Shack Edwin Starr - War Three Dog Night - Chest Fever Three Dog Night - Heaven is in Your Mind Three Dog Night - Dreaming Isn't Good For You Little Daddy & The Bachelors - Junior's Jerk Three Dog Night - Let Me Go Edward O'Connell - I've Got A Million Of 'Em Elvis Costello - Accidents Will Happen Wet Leg - Angelica Shang Hi Los - Monsieur Valentine The Morning Line - Looking Right At You Material Issue - Crazy Arlo Parks - Weightless Beauty Pill - The Western Prayer Everything But The Girl - Nothing Left To Lose Grace Jones - Private Life Television - See No Evil Tom Verlaine - Breakin' In My Heart Luna - Marquee Moon Tom Verlaine & The Million Dollar Bashers - Cold Irons Bound Television - Glory Tom Verlaine - Traveling The Neon Boys - That's All I Know (Right Now) Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers - Roadrunner Velvet Underground - Rock & Roll The Neon Boys - Don't Die The Yardbirds - Evil-Hearted You Read the full article

#rules

[smalltownfae]

My most disliked books according to Goodreads:

I've heard people say that books with an average rating of 3.7 is low for goodreads so that is what I am considering as low rating.

The book with the lowest average rating that I read is something that has just 12 pages and comes as an offer in the portuguese edition of a book of short stories by Joanne Harris. I have no idea if it was sold in english because GR only presents the portuguese version. It only has 10 ratings and an average of 2.60 stars. It's called A História de Anouk (The Story of Anouk) and it's just that character reflecting on some events in her life. I thought it was alright, gave it 3 stars and I think people are being mean about a free thing 😆

The books I agree with low ratings:

At 3.13 there's a short story collection by Mary Shelley (yes, that author of Frankenstein). I gave it 3 stars and it was pretty meh so I can see why the rating is so low.

Ghostgirl by Tonya Hurley

The Casual Vacancy by J.K. Rowling

The Vampyre by John Willian Polidori

The Monogram Murders by Sophie Hannah

Fireheart Tiger by Aliette de Bodard

Nocturnes by Kazuo Ishiguro

The Pearl by John Steinbeck

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child by John Tiffany

Poison Apples: Poems for You, My Pretty

Picture Perfect by Jodi Picoult

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button by F. Scott Fitzgerald

I'm Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid

The Twisted Ones by T. Kingfisher

Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones

Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Sorrows of Young Werther by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Youth by Joseph Conrad

This was fine

Blueeyedboy by Joanne Harris

Night of the Mannequins by Stephen Graham Jones

The Room in the Dragon Volant by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

Tanglewreck by Jeanette Winterson

Lullaby for a Lost World by Aliette de Bodard

The Suicide Shop by Jean Teulé

Jigs & Reels by Joanne Harris

The Last Forgiveness Day by Ursula K. Le Guin

The Red Pony by John Steibeck

Little Tales of Misogyny by Patricia Highsmith

The Grownup by Gillian Flynn

The Chosen and the Beautiful by Nghi Vo

Into the Water bu Paula Hawkins

The Boy with the Cuckoo-Clock Heart by Mathias Malzieu

In the Miso Soup by Ryu Murakami

The Order of the Pure Moon Reflected in Water by Zen Cho

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

The Luminous Dead by Caitlin Starling

How dare you rate this so low?

Give Yourself Goosebumps series by R.L. Stine (you monsters! This series was so fun)

The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters

Watchtower by Elizabeth A. Lynn

Earthlings by Sayaka Murata

The Wonder by Emma Donoghue

Lady Susan by Jane Austen

An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson

Portuguese books:

There are a few portuguese books for those that don't believe me when I say portuguese classics suck: Felizmente há luar (3.21, I gave it 2), Fanny Owen (3.52, I gave it 1) and Auto da Barca do Inferno (3.68, I gave it 3). Not a classic, but the portuguese fantasy trilogy O Cetro de Aerzis has pretty low ratings and I gave it an average 3 stars too. O Cavaleiro da Dinamarca has 3.66 and I didn't even rate it but I remember thinking it was one of the worse books by the author.

Then there are my bad purchases of collections of legends. I say bad because the writing is atrocious and not engaging at all. There's Histórias e Lendas Fantásticas fos Celtas, Scottish Myths and Legends, Irish Fairy and Folk Tales . Neither of them is good but the last one at least has a pretty cover and it's the only one I didn't get rid off.

#most disliked books according to goodreads #booklr

[cwprnest]

Five Must-Read Book Recommendations From TikTok

TikTok has become a hotbed for book-related content. With thousands of ‘BookTok’ accounts dedicated to creating content for readers, there is a never-ending 'for you page' filled with reviews and recommendations. Whether you usually read nonfiction, fantasy, romance, mystery, or fiction, there is always a hot new novel suggestion for whatever kind of read you're craving. Here are five TikTok recommended must-reads to add to your TBR (to-be-read) list:

Romance

November 9: A Novel by Colleen Hoover

Fallon meets Ben, an aspiring novelist, the day before her scheduled cross-country move. Their untimely attraction leads them to spend Fallon's last day in LA together, and her eventful life becomes the creative inspiration Ben has always sought for his novel. Over time and amidst the various relationships and tribulations of their own separate lives, they continue to meet on the same date every year. Until one day Fallon becomes unsure if Ben has been telling her the truth or fabricating a perfect reality for the sake of the ultimate plot twist.

Can Ben's relationship with Fallon - and simultaneously his novel - be considered a love story if it ends in heartbreak?

Fiction

Daisy Jones and The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Daisy is a girl coming of age in L.A. in the late sixties, sneaking into clubs on the Sunset Strip, sleeping with rock stars, and dreaming of singing at the Whisky a Go Go. The sex and drugs are thrilling, but it’s the rock ’n’ roll she loves most. By the time she’s twenty, her voice is getting noticed, and she has the kind of heedless beauty that makes people do crazy things.

Also getting noticed is The Six, a band led by the brooding Billy Dunne. On the eve of their first tour, his girlfriend Camila finds out she’s pregnant, and with the pressure of impending fatherhood and fame, Billy goes a little wild on the road. Daisy and Billy cross paths when a producer realizes that the key to supercharged success is to put the two together. What happens next will become the stuff of legend.The making of that legend is chronicled in this riveting and unforgettable novel, written as an oral history of one of the biggest bands of the seventies

Mystery

A Good Girls Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

The case is closed. Five years ago, schoolgirl Andie Bell was murdered by Sal Singh. The police know he did it. Everyone in town knows he did it.

But having grown up in the same small town that was consumed by the murder, Pippa Fitz-Amobi isn't so sure. When she chooses the case as the topic for her final year project, she starts to uncover secrets that someone in town desperately wants to stay hidden. And if the real killer is still out there, how far will they go to keep Pip from the truth?

Fantasy

The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake

The Alexandrian Society, caretakers of lost knowledge from the greatest civilizations of antiquity, are the foremost secret society of magical academicians in the world. Those who earn a place among the Alexandrians will secure a life of wealth, power, and prestige beyond their wildest dreams, and each decade, only the six most uniquely talented magicians are selected to be considered for initiation

. When the candidates are recruited by the mysterious Atlas Blakely, they are told they will have one year to qualify for initiation, during which time they will be permitted preliminary access to the Society’s archives and judged based on their contributions to various subjects of impossibility: time and space, luck and thought, life and death. Five, they are told, will be initiated. One will be eliminated. The six potential initiates will fight to survive the next year of their lives, and if they can prove themselves to be the best among their rivals, most of them will. Most of them.

Nonfiction

Educated by Tara Westover

Westover recounts overcoming her survivalist Mormon family in order to go to college, and emphasizes the importance of education in enlarging her world. She details her journey from her isolated life in the mountains of Idaho to completing a PhD program in history at Cambridge University.

#booktok #TiKToK #romance #fiction #mystery #fantasy #memoir

[swldx]

RNZ Pacific 1206 12 May 2022

9700Khz 1155 12 MAY 2022 - RNZ PACIFIC (NEW ZEALAND) in ENGLISH from RANGITAIKI. SINPO = 55445. English, music until pips and news @1200z anchored by Todd Zehner. It's time to rebuild the devastated foreign student industry, Minister of Education Chris Hipkins says - but it needs to diversify too. There would be less reliance on work rights and residency to attract students and greater diversity in the countries that students were drawn from, he said. His comments came ahead of the publication of the government's strategy for international education and after announcements on border and visa changes. A curfew was briefly lifted in Sri Lanka. People were allowed out only for a few hours, but tanks are still patrolling the streets. The Indian Ocean nation is in the middle of a spiraling political crisis brought on by an economic one. Security forces are deployed across Sri Lanka with orders to shoot looters on sight amid continuing protests at the government's handling of a devastating economic crisis. Denmark's public prosecutor is set to formally charge former defence minister Claus Hjort Frederiksen with leaking highly classified state secrets. University of Auckland addiction specialist Dr Simone Rodda is researching -- is being hooked on sugar a lifestyle choice or an addiction? The upmarket David Jones apartment store in Lambton Quay, Wellington, will close its doors in a little over a month's time apparently because of the lack of tourism in the area. Reduced speed limits will come into force later this year on the notoriously winding State Highway 75, which connects Banks Peninsula to Christchurch. According to Waka Kotahi, between 2011 and 2020 there were 747 crashes on the 84km-long highway. Nine people died and 74 received serious injuries as a result. Sports. @1204z trailer for RNZ "Country Life". @1205z Weather Forecast: Mostly Cloudy, fine in the afternoon. @1206z "All Night Programme" sent preview anchored by Todd Zehner. Backyard fence antenna, Etón e1XM. 100kW, beamAz 325°, bearing 240°. Received at Plymouth, United States, 12912KM from transmitter at Rangitaiki. Local time: 0655.

[theramseyloft]

Available as of 12/15/21

Only a few more weeks until next year!

Shipping resumes Jan. 3, and two weeks is within our hold threshold.

If you are close enough, visitation is still welcome.

And transport up to 4 hours away is available, for the cost of fuel.

Popcorn and Agatha are going home on Thursday.

Cherub 7/13/21 July Update Seraphim x COF NPA 20 9 CG 157 Tail Mark Ash Red Sired by Dillion out of Diva 3/5/20 Bred by Laura Fratoni Arrived by mail 5/29/20 Paratyphoid booster administered 1/19/21 PMV booster administered 6/19/20 Loft Bird $30 Pending the hatching and weaning of his nestling

Cherub is a lovely boy who may be bold enough to get up on your knee if the hen he wants is there.

He doesn’t seem to have any real interest in people other than that.

He is an excellent father who has sired, raised, and fostered many clutches.

Suki 7/23/21 July update COF-RH x FB-GH Pied Brown Check het Toy Stencil Hen Sired by Betty out of Hagrid 7/6/20 Bred by The Ramsey Loft PMV boosters administered 9/7/20 Paratyphoid Booster administered 8/9/21 Curious $40

Suki is an excellent mother who lays like a machine and throws generally big, sturdy babies, most of whom are in the Comfortable range. (Wess being a notable exception)

She has also fostered a few clutches admirably.

She is interested enough in me to get up on my knee on occasion, though that seems to be more to prove to the younger birds that she isn’t too afraid to follow them up there than an actual interest in my companionship.

Todoroki 9/23/21 Quarantine ends NPA 20 8 BM 2859 Tippler Sooty Ash Red Bar cock Arrived 8/4/21 Initial PMV and Paratyphoid vaccines administered 8/4/21 Rescue $20

Foster whose owner could no longer keep him

He’d make an excellent breeding cock for a tippler project, but he’s too flighty and fractious to be happy as a single pet.

He doesn’t like people, bur he’s very sweet to his lady and would also be a good partner for another rescue or a lovely addition to a decorative loft.

Adoption fee waived for an approved foster home.

Komodore 8/23/21 6 Months Old Komorner Tumbler x ODC-STRH Bald Head Blue Check Hen Sired by Vito out of Cookie 2/23/21 Bred by The Ramsey Loft PMV and Paratyphoid boosters administered 4/27/21 Retired $20

Komodore was extremely human friendly before she had to come in. 

For the sake of full disclosure, she was brought into quarantine for attacking Brightheart, dragging her off her nest and standing guard over it, killing her just pipping nestlings through a combination of stomping on them directly and hypothermia from refusing to let their mother get back onto them.

She has been in quarantine for several weeks because I do not have a separate building for behavioral problems like this.

Komodore is not safe to add to a breeding loft, but could be happy with other birds in a hatch controlled loft.

She might also be happy as a house pet, but her prolonged isolation in quarantine will probably make settling in slower going for her than other previously human friendly birds.

Wess 10/8/21 6 Months Old Chinese Owl x COF-RH-FB-GH Blue tailmark cock Sired by Wukong out of Suki 4/8/21 Bred by The Ramsey Loft Paramyxovirus and Paratyphoid boosters administered 6/10/21 Retired $20 

Wess is a TERRIBLE dad! 

It took him two weeks to start helping Dolly feed their nestlings and never sat on them when they were little enough to need it.

He also had to come in for attacking Brightheart on her nest.

I do not know if he’s just like this with Brightheart or small hens in general.

He is a perfect gentleman with hens closer to his size and would make a good partner for a rescue or pet hen.

He had just gotten to where he would preen me when I had to take him in for his bastard crimes...

He isn’t likely to be especially human-friendly.

Bridget 10/20/21 6 Months Old Feral Blue T-pattern Approximate DOB: 4/20/21 PMV and Paratyphoid boosters administered 6/22/21 Rescue $20

Found 5/25/21 limp on the sidewalk under the Bobby Jones overpass with a broken right wing and foot. 

Wing and foot have both recovered full mobility. 

 Bridget, the vehicle struck feral found under the Bobby Jones overpass with a broken right wing and foot, is still looking for his forever home. 

He's hopped up in my lap all of once. 

I doubt he'd be ok as a single house pet. But he gets along well with his flock mates, and would be happy indoors with a bird friend or in a loft. 

He faithfully sets fakes and could make a good foster dad. 

He also had to come in for taking his frustration with Velour’s refusal to quit their fake out on Brightheart, by trying to drag her off her newest clutch.

Adoption fee will be waived for approved foster home.

Velour 11/14/21 6 Months Old Danzig/RH x Figurita/Lucerne/Danzig Blue bar hen Sired by Satin out of Chiffon 5/14/21 Bred by The Ramsey Loft PMV and Paratyphoid boosters administered 7/16/21 Curious $40  Pending the hatching and weaning of her nestlings

Once Bridget went in, Velour blossomed into a much more openly friendly bird, so there is a decent likelihood of her bonding more happily to a human care taker than I had previously thought.

Checkers 11/18/21 6 Months Old Birmingham Roller x Komorner Tumbler Pied Blue Check cock Sired by Ginger out of Danica 5/18/21 Bred by The Ramsey Loft PMV and Paratyphoid boosters administered 7/20/21 Loft Bird $30

Checkers is the least problematic, goodest boy that isn’t on the breeding roster.

He’s been sweetly devoted to both of his wives and their feggs, and doesn't go out of his way to start shit with any one else.

He’d be happiest with at least a wife.

Kuhcoo 12/5/21 6 Months Old COF/RH/FB/FH x Racing Homer Pied Almond Indigo Sired by Farthing out of Mj 6/5/21 Bred by The Ramsey Loft Initial PMV and Paratyphoid vaccines administered 7/17/21 Retired $20

This dumbass...

He was mated to Brightheart when Komodore attacked her.

Instead of defending her and his own nest and just hatching chicks, he just kept trying to tread her again, even flatting her into the nestlings she tried to recover.

He’s just a horny teenage opportunist, but that was very dangerous to the wellbeing of his tiny wife.

He’s a Farthing kid, so he’s huge and fairly sweet tempered towards people.

Berry is reserved to hopefully go home in July.

Shinobi 12/4/21 5 Months Old Birmingham Roller x PT-RH-ODC-STRH Black Pied hen Sired by Leonard out of Elliot 7/4/21 Bred by The Ramsey Loft Initial PMV and Paratyphoid vaccines administered 8/15/21 Curious $40

Shinobi still likes to get into my lap or  sit on my shoulder or head when she isn’t sitting her fakes.

She’s a blend of very energetic breeds and doesn’t really like to be still for long, but she’s a show off in the air which makes her delightfully fun to watch.

Mote 12/4/21 5 Months Old Chinese Owl x COF-RH-FB-GH Dirty Blue check hen Sired by Wukong out of Suki 7/4/21 Bred by The Ramsey Loft PMV and Paratyphoid Boosters administered 9/5/21 Curious $40

Since Wukong has gone home, Mote has been taking on more of the exceptionally outgoing personality of her big brother, my beloved Nobu.

I do not know yet if this is a bid to impress him, which is why her temperament is evaluated at Curious.

Cinnamon 11/17/21 4 Months Old COF/RH/FB/GH x Racing Homer Pied, Almond Recessive Red cock Sired by Farthing out of Luxotica 7/17/21 Bred by The Ramsey Loft PMV and Paratyphoid boosters administered 9/18/21 Curious $40

Yet another bird that just will not give Brightheart a break.

He tried to tread her on her new clutch so vigorously he actually broke one of her eggs before Imp could chase him out.

This is another case of a teenage boy being stupidly horny rather than overtly or intentionally aggressive.

All the same, he should not be allowed near fledgelings, nestlings, or small breed hens.

This is a Lucy brother, so chances of bonding with a care taker are very good, but I can’t sat how mellow he’ll stay as puberty finishes its course.

Moth 12/9/21 4 Months Old Seraph-COF x RH-ODC-STRH Pied Sooty Blue cock Sired by Cherub out of Tandy 8/9/21 Bred by The Ramsey Loft PMV and Paratyphoid Boosters administered 10/11/21 Curious $40

Moth is a lot more brave than his sister, Berry.

Recently, he’s taken to getting up on my knee to use it as a dance platform. ^v^

I’m not sure what kind of a house pet he’ll make, but he defiitely integrates well with the loft and is very sweet to the hens.

Pidove 12/14/21 4 Months Old RH/PT/ODC/STRH x KT/CO Dirty Blue Bar cock Sired by Nettle out of Hoss 8/14/21 Bred by The Ramsey Loft PMV and Paratyphoid boosters administered 10/16/21 Curious $40

As you can see from the photo, Pidove now gets on my knee long enough to pose and preen!

He’s a flighty boy who will need a LOT of out time for exercise and isn’t likely to ever sit still long, so he’d do best either in a loft, or in a room with at least a wife.

Abys is going home in January

Styx 12/6/21 16 Week Old Danzig/RH x Figurita/Lucerne/Danzig Black undergrizzle Sired by Satin out of Chiffon 8/16/21 Bred by The Ramsey Loft PMV and Paratyphoid boosters administered 10/18/21 Comfortable $50

Styx has developed a personality very similar to Slate, Cotta, and Abys; Extremely out going! One of the first birds to want a spot in my lap when I sit down.

She also lands on my shoulders and preens my hair.

Pete 11/28/21 12 Weeks Old Feral Dirty Blue Bar cock Approximate DOB 9/5/21 Cat attack survivor. Arrived 10/10/21 PMV and Paratyphoid boosters administered 11/14/21 Rescue $20

EXTREMELY skittish due to minor neurological problems from the infection and subsequent starvation he suffered.

Pete has developed the typical bold, aggressive behavior typical of young cocks trying to figure out where they fit into the adult hierarchy.

He charges, boxes, and bites, but only at rivals. Not at hens or peeps.

He’s integrated well into the Ramsey flock and should be happy in any non-breeding, low contact flock.

Adoption fee will be waived for approved foster home.

Nightshade is reserved; going home Jan 3

The new year is only two weeks away!

Shipping resumes on January 3, and we are within my comfortable hold limit. ^v^

We will remain open for local pick up in the meantime, and I can arrange to meet clients up to four hours from the loft for the cost of fuel both ways.

Please email [email protected] if interested in any of the birds available.

This post is going to be used as a sales list template; being edited as birds become available, reach age milestones, improve their temperaments, and go home.

Here is a link to the break down of our pricelist and temperament categories:

https://theramseyloft.tumblr.com/post/667660396880134144/in-a-bit-more-detail

And the beginners’ master post:

https://theramseyloft.tumblr.com/post/667402203113422848/would-it-be-possible-to-arrange-your-pigeon-care 

For the convenience of interested or potentially interested parties. ^v^

#trl current events #pet pigeons #rescue pigeons #available birds

[babybluebanshee]

Went to see a production of Cats with my gf, and here’s some cool shit that I noticed

- The woman they got to play Bombalurina was a goddess. My ace girlfriend actually leaned over to me when she came onstage and whispered “oh my god, she’s hot”.

- Skimbleshanks had a sweater vest and it made me insanely happy.

- Jennyanydots had the most sparkly tap shoes I’ve ever seen and I loved them.

- Rum Tum Tugger was an absolute delight. He wore cowboy boots. Instead of saying “meow” as he came onstage, he cackled like a hyena. He was (rightfully) very proud of his butt, and never missed an opportunity to show it off.

- The actor who played Tugger looked very young, and because of this, the actor who played Munkustrap seemed far more amused with his antics than most other versions I’ve seen. Like he’s watching his himbo younger brother preen like a peacock while the grown-ups try to get him to rein him in, and Munk is just like “nah, let him have his fun before the family anxiety sets in”

- I forget who was egging Pouncival on to scratch Grizabella (maybe Mungojerrie?), but you could tell Pounce didn’t want to. His poor little knees were knocking together.

- Bombalurina got such a death glare when she called Bustopher fat.

- Tugger spent the majority of Bustopher Jones hanging out on top of some junk, pouting because he wasn’t the center of attention. At one point, when Bustopher walks around greeting everyone, he sees Tugger and cheerfully waves at him. Tugger puts on a big grin and waves back...then as soon as Bustopher’s back is turned, it’s back to glaring daggers at him. Tugger is uncomfortable when we are not about him.

- Shae was originally sad Bustopher didn’t say “toodle pip” at the end of his song...until the Macavity crashing sound effect went off and everyone onstage freaked out, and Bustopher said it quickly as he ran off in a panic. I thought Shae was gonna die from laughter.

- Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer didn’t have cockney accents, and I know that’s because it’s an American cast and it wouldn’t make sense, but I just can’t think of that song without those ridiculous accents, I’m sorry.

- Old Deuteronomy’s make-up kind of made him look like a little old lady.

- During Victoria’s coming of age dance, Grizabella was up on the tire, mimicking the moves, like she was reliving when she got to perform that dance herself. It was a very sad, but incredibly clever little detail.

- Grizabella’s actress actually made sounds of pain as she tried to dance at the end of the Jellicle Ball sequence, to emphasize the fact she’s very old and probably sick. Another very sad, but cool detail.

- INTERMISSION ANECDOTES

- Shae and I did not have cheap seats. We were about three rows from the stage (they actually moved the orchestra to have the seating we were in), and for the two of us, the tickets were $300. The woman to my left was not having a good time. I saw her clap maybe three times the whole show.

- The couple to Shae’s right (two adorable lesbians) had never seen anything to do with Cats before, so they leaned over to Shae and said, “you guys seem to know what’s happening here. Why are they so mean to that old lady cat?” This prompted the two of us to give them a crash course on the bare-bones plot, the many fan interpretations of the characters, and the fact they should avoid the 2019 movie like a fungus.

- There was a family of six in the row in front of us, with a daughter who looked about thirteen. She heard us talking to the lesbian couple (specifically me talking about John Mills playing Gus in the 1998 filmed version, and how utterly heartbreaking it is), and mentioned how she knew a lot of that stuff too, but rarely found anyone to talk to about it. I wanted to give her a hug, because that’s exactly how I felt at fourteen when I first discovered this musical.

- Old Deuteronomy wandered back onstage before the intermission ended, and Shae and I made Grandpa Simpson jokes pretty much the entire time (my favorite was “I’m cold, and there are wolves after me!”)

- I did not like the lady they got to play Sillabub (Jemima’s American name for people who’ve not seen a stage version). She just...didn’t sound like she knew what she was doing.

- The guy who played Gus, however, was phenomenal. His voice was very deep and soothing.

- The cast actually gathered around Gus to hear his stories of being onstage, and it was really, really cute.

- The Pekes and the Pollicles actually was in this show, and went where Growltiger’s Last Stand usually goes. Gus plays the Rumpus Cat and it’s less of a hot mess and more of an adorable little impromptu number to make Gus feel better about his bygone youth and career and don’t touch me I’m sad.

- Tugger tattled on Sillabub and Victoria during Skimbleshanks, when they’re causing a ruckus during the “when Skimble was about and on the move” line.

- Macavity’s costume was okay. It was pretty neat because the way it was designed made it look like he was missing patches of fur.

- As per usual, Munkustrap and Demeter nuzzling in the glow of the flashlight after Macavity is chased away is cute as hell.

- Tugger and Mistoffelees have a secret handshake. That is all.

- Memory was immaculate. No notes.

- When everyone is welcoming Grizabella back, she gets to Old Deuteronomy and starts to bow, but he stops her and bows to her instead. It was incredibly sweet.

- Of course, Tugger was the last to leave the stage. He had to give us a pelvic thrust goodbye.

#cats musical #daily life with blue