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A Clean Slate (Balkan x OC)

I also have a request. Balkan x OC. Idc what happens in it, I just need him!

Another sunny day. Too bad I have to spend it working indoors.

“God I hate this place,” Rita groans from across the shop. “I can’t wait to get outta here!”

“Calm down, mi querida!” Valentina assures her. “You may not like it here, but some of us had to work hard to get here!”

My coworker goes on complaining while I zone out and scrub the counter. Rita’s always complaining because of her position in the Jet gang. Apparently the Jets are a big deal, but I’ve never personally met them because I just moved from Brooklyn. My father’s in the police force and he transferred to the West Side, which meant I had to wipe a clean slate and start over with making friends. Turns out the goils of the West Side ain’t so friendly and instead of being social I’ve decided on keeping a steady job during summer vacation. Doc’s is the perfect place because Valentina needs all the help she can get.

I hear the door bangs open and a man wearing jeans and a white tank top steps in.

“Ey, Rita! Ya done woirk’n yet? We’s got business in ‘Hattan to deal with!”

“Alright, alright.” Rita follows the brute out, strangely looking more bored than before.

Time slips by, only providing us with a few customers, and before I know it it’s already 5:30.

“Time to clock out, Lottie.” Valentina walks out from the back room holding the keys. “Don’t worry about the clean up. Tony’s stopping by to mop. Buenas noches!”

“Good night, Valentina.” I grab my purse and head into the cool summer night. The sun hasn’t set yet and a gorgeous collage of orange and pink spreads across the sky. I clutch my purse close and begin the walk home-

“Hey! Runaway coin!”

The clinking sound of metal draws my attention to a silver-colored coin rolling down the sidewalk. It nearly reaches the sewer until I step on it with my blue heel.

“Much obliged, doll!” A man jogs up from behind and kneels down to look for his coin. “Um, where’d it go?”

“Oh, sorry.” I lift up my foot to reveal the gleaming coin. “Here it is.”

The man keeps his face down as he retrieves his possession. What I don’t expect is for him to lean down to kiss my foot.

“Excuse me?” I jerk away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Now the man stands up and I can see him. He’s wearing an olive-green shirt with the sleeves rolled up under a blue vest, along with dark jeans and sneakers. At first I think he’s too bizarre to trust, however the thankful expression on his face makes me reconsider.

“Sorry, doll. ‘S just that this coin means everything to me. Guess I overreacted.” He holds out a hand and we both shake, causing my heart to respond by racing much too fast than I’d like it to.

“You ain’t from here, are ya? I’d remember you if you were.”

I shyly shake my head and fidget with my purse. “No, I just moved from Brooklyn.”

“Brooklyn, eh? Well then let me be gentlemanly enough to officially welcome you to the West Side!” He gives me a quick salut. “Name’s Balkan, from the Jets.”

My breath catches and I step away. “Jets? That’s the gang everyone talks about. I heard some people were almost killed in a fight last month.”

Balkan pockets his coin and holds up a steady hand, eyeing me with a calm demeanor.

“Yeah, there were a few close calls. But that was before the peace agreement. You got nothing to worry about.”

I want to believe him, but my father’s teachings are spinning through my head.

“My father’s a police officer. If you do anything to me, he will find you.”

There’s a noticeable spark in Balkan’s eyes, something that imitates fear. But it only lasts a split-second. He steps a few feet back and holds his hands out for me to see.

“I’m unarmed, I swear. I don’t want you to feel unsafe. What’s your name?”

He knows his law procedures. This is how dad says criminals are supposed to stand when they’re arrested. Has he ever been arrested? Calm down, Lottie. He asked a decent question.

“I’m Lottie.” My voice shakes a little. “Nice to meet you, Balkan.”

Balkan nods respectfully. “That’s a pretty name. If you want you can call me Marcus. That’s my real name, Marcus Jackson.”

I’ll have dad run a background check on him later.

“Since you’re new, would you want me to show you around?”

Keep calm, relax. He’s just being friendly.

“Um, maybe some other time? During the day?”

It’s strange how Balkan isn’t getting annoyed by my paranoid behavior. He’s been nothing but respectful, which is something I don’t expect from a gang member.

“I get that. Is your home nearby? I wanna make sure you get there safely.”

I inch further away towards the direction of home. “I’d rather not have you know where I live, if you don’t mind. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

Taking a deep breath, I swiftly walk past the now-stuttering Jet.

“What’s it gonna take for you to trust me?”

I keep walking. “In Brooklyn I learned to trust nobody. People are disappointing, they will take what they want and spread lies when they’re through with you.”

Now Balkan is walking to keep up. “I’m sorry that happened, but not everyone is like that. It doesn’t have to be too serious. I’ll start.” He clears his throat. “Hello, my name is Marcus. I come from a broken family because my own father left when I was 5. I met the Jet leaders Tony and Riff a few years ago, and since then I've become one-a the Jets’ best fighters. I know that sounds whacky to you, but to me the Jets are my family.”

His sad background sounds like lots of the cases dad talks about at home. He says delinquents are unpredictable. But this is the first time I’ve heard the other side of the story.

I stop walking and look at Marcus with a different perspective. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through that. We both have conflicted pasts, but that shouldn’t define the future. Would you, um, still be willing to walk me home?”

Dad’s going to kill me.

Marcus grins in delight and offers an arm. More gentleman than delinquent. “I’d luv to, Lottie.”

I take his arm and we resume walking. Another trait that surprises me is his smell. It’s mint. Like a fresh peppermint pattie.

“Why is your coin important to you?” Just keeping up the conversation.

“It was my old man’s. He gave it to me before he left, said a million-dollar fortune could be made out of a single coin.” Marcus shakes his head and laughs. “Some fortune now, huh?”

His unfaltering optimism is something to admire. “What is it you plan to do for a living after school?”

“Dunno, maybe something with mechanics. I’m pretty good with building things. Have you met Jackie yet?”

The name brings no familiarity. “No?”

“She works with me in the shop. Jackie’s Velma’s little sister.”

I grit my teeth. “I do know Velma. Her and Grazie are… interesting.”

Marcus chuckles. “Yeah, they can be a handful. Jackie ain't like that, though. She’s nice.”

I give him a questioning look. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you’re new here and I can tell you’s looking for friends. Am I right?”

Ok this guy’s growing on me. First he offers to take me home, now he’s taken interest in helping me fit in.

“Y-Yeah. I’m not too good at finding friends. Thank you.”

“No problem.” We turn the block and start walking down my street. “So what’s your plans for after school?”

I don’t wanna lie, but I feel that my planned career will make him feel embarrassed.

“Um, I’m looking into being a professor of anatomy.”

Marcus’ head swings to look at me with wild eyes. Here it comes. Go ahead, make fun of the weird, nerdy outcast newcomer-

“That’s amazing!”

What?

I stare at him. “You’re not upset?”

Balkan repeatedly shakes his head, still smiling. “Why would I be? That’s a top-notch job! You must be one smart cookie, Lottie!”

I slowly realize that my brain isn’t going to get me mocked. “Thank you! Normally people hear that and think it’s crazy for a woman to be teaching at a university.” I bite my lip. “That’s- that’s actually part of the rumors I had back in Brooklyn. The girls used to say I was less feminine for wanting to take up a man’s job.”

Balkan stops walking and puts a hand on my shoulder. Earlier my instincts would’ve been to kick his crotch and run, but now I’m not afraid anymore.

“Those bitches don’t know what they’re saying. They’s jealous because you’s smarter than them, Lottie. Being smart don’t mean you’s less feminine. In fact, lots-a guys admire a goil with brains.” A smile grows on his face. “I know ‘cause I’m one-a them.”

Oh God. Steady, Lottie. But it’s no use. The walls I’ve built to keep people out are cracking. How has this man been able to make me feel special when he literally just met me?

“Who are you, Marcus Jackson?” I whisper. “You show up chasing a coin, a complete stranger. And now you treat me like an actual person.” My body reacts by giving him a soft hug, one that Marcus accepts gently.

“You’s a real nice goil, Lottie. Anyone should treat you like one.” I hear him sigh. “I’m probably gonna get killed for this.” Before I can ask Marcus pulls away and looks down at me with soft eyes. “Lottie, would you maybe wanna go out with me sometime? It don’t have to be much, just- Maybe as friends?”

It’s a good thing Marcus is still holding me because if he wasn’t I’d be crumbling to the floor.

“You mean that? An actual date?” I can’t hide my excitement. “No one’s ever asked before. Are you sure?”

The Jet boy’s eyes widen. “Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!”

Through my sudden happiness I feel tears beginning to form. “I’d luv to, Marcus. But first-” I give a small laugh. “You should probably meet my parents first.”

He doesn’t even flinch. “Absolutely!”

“Good! Because… This is me.” I point to the door of the small house we’re standing in front of.

“Nice place,” the Jet compliments.

“Thank you. Would you like to come in? Dad won’t be home for another hour but I can ask if you can stay for dinner.”

Marcus looks as if I’d just offered him a million dollars. “Um, yeah! I mean, if it’s alright with your folks- Am I dressed well enough?”

I can’t help but laugh at his adorable statement. “You’re fine, Marcus.” Taking his hand, I lead him to the front door and lead him deeper into my life.

“Mother! I’m home! I brought some company.”

“Hello, dear!” Mother comes bustling from the kitchen. When she sees Balkan she freezes and her eyes narrow. “Lottie, who is this man?” she asks in a stern voice.

I give Marcus’ hand a squeeze. “Mother, this is Marcus. He walked me home from work.”

The Jet sets himself in a respectful stance. “Good evening, ma’am. I just wanted to make sure your daughter got home safe. I meant no disrespect.”

“Could he stay for dinner?” I ask hopefully.

Mother stews over my words with a conflicted expression. “Could I talk with you for a moment? Your friend can wait outside.”

That’s not exactly a no. Balkan doesn’t seem to mind because he gives a nod and walks back out without question. Once he’s gone, mother rushes over to put her hands on my shoulders.

“Sweetie, I am so happy you are trying to socialize. But is that boy the kind of crowd you think is right to be around?”

My confidence doesn’t slip. “I didn’t trust him either, but Marcus is a good man even if he is part of the Jets. You know how hard I’ve had it trying to find friends, mom. Well, Marcus and I are both starting with a clean slate. He’s not like the criminals dad deals with.”

Mother lets out a deep sigh. “Your father may not be happy at first.”

“I know. But please at least let him stay for dinner? Give him a chance for you to warm up to him.”

I think my goose is cooked. My parents have always been strict, and someone like Balkan isn’t exactly the prime example of dinner company-

“Very well, he can stay.” Mother’s worried look changes to a smile. “We’ve raised you well enough to have good judgment. I’m sure this young man is quite catching enough for you to bring him home. You’re growing up so fast, Lottie!” She gives me one last squeeze. “Alright, let him in.”

Feeling full of giddy hope I rush back to the door and open it to find an anxious-looking Balkan.

“My mother passed her blessing for you to join us! Come right in.”

Marcus looks like I just hung the moon. “O-Ok!”

I show him to the dining room and we both help set the table. Mother keeps a watchful eye as she brings out dishes of chicken and potatoes, but relaxes after she starts to see Marcus isn’t a threat.

“We usually eat before dad gets home,” I explain as we sit down. “Sometimes he gets overbooked with paperwork and doesn’t want us waiting too long.” I lean in and whisper: “You’ve met my mom, now you just need to survive my dad.”

Balkan’s face freezes in a look of new-found terror, but mother just laughs.

“I’ll talk him into it,” she assures. “Your father may be the head of the house, but the mother is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants.”

Marcus and I grab hands under the table, and for once in my life I’m glad we moved from Brooklyn. This new start is refreshing for both me and Marcus, one that I hope will lead to something special.

(Sneaked in a My Big Fat Greek Wedding reference!)

#balkan #balkan wss #wss 2021 #west side story #west side story 2021 #west side story imagine #west side story x reader #tony west side story #maria west side story #riff lorton #riff west side story #west side story jets

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dichromaticdyke · 28 days

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🗣 - sorry for the m.i.a. I have been trying to force myself to watch Bookklok and it's just not working (executive dysfunction be damned because the funniest joke is in that episode!) Anyway 💕 I had a small HM!Toki thought while dying at work today (Happy Good Friday!)

So, the beloved Dethphones. Toki's lockscreen is definitely some kind of risqué photo of Skwisgaar. I dont think it would be a full nude, but its VERY close. Very Playboy Bunny-esque. (Imagine Dethklok hangs out with other bands for a sec) Everyone knows about her lockscreen, I mean, its RIGHT there. And Toki adores it. But what they don't see is her homescreen, which is a photo of Skwisgaar during one of their indoor dates, where shes in a sleepshirt she should of thrown away ages ago, her hair is up, shes clearly got her skin care on, in bed, but shes full on laughing out loud at something. A real candid shot. It's Toki's favorite photo of her. She makes kissy sounds to it when Skwisgaar isn't around.

Now Skwisgaar is flipped. She's got the goofest fucking photo of Toki on the front. Either she's drunk, upside down in a bush or it's just a really unflattering photo of her. Something stupid and others always look at it and laugh and think "Oh its an inside joke" or whatever. And Skwis is like "Yeah thats my dumb jerk off girlfriend. 🙄" but her home screen, which no one has ever seen, is a professional shot of Toki on stage during a show, COMPLETELY in the zone on her guitar. Just, fully empowering the instrument. Skwisgaar actually paid the photographer to let her have the photo and then deleted from their drive because no one is allowed to look at her girl when shes looking THAT good. She makes goo-goo eyes to it all the time by herself. (Toki has never seen this photo either.)

This is just a little something I cooked up while trying to keep my cool at work. Okie byes! 💕

okay first of all. i swear to god you’re in my brain because. well. look kandi and i are working on smth playboy related with the goils that’s all i’ll say for now. 🐰

second of all. GAH these are so so so good. it’s so like toki to try to embarrass skwisgaar publicly but having the intimate stuff be her faves, and SOOOO like skwisgaar to tease toki publicly but keep just how much she adores toki AND HER MUSIC to herself. they’re so so cute oh my god.

i want toki to find out about skwisgaar’s home screen. you know she’d break and tear up a bit at the idea that her cold tsundere gf deeply adores her music more than she thought 🥺

#ask.mj #beloved anon #WELCOME BACK YAPPER!!!! bookklok is great it makes me crazy #🗣️ anon #♀⚙️#skwistok

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freeasfishes · 1 year

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It's always funny when I see something in the Newsies fandom saying like "goil" to mean "girl" because I wind up accidentally reading it as "goy," which we all know is a term that applies to approximately None of the newsies.

#newsies

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fireworkss-exe · 9 months

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the masculine urge to draw more of my newsies mean girls au

#aka mean goils #newsies #92sies #what scene/line should I draw

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newsies-of-newyork · 1 year

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Your real name is m/n but the boys call you Short Stack

Probably because you hadn’t hit your growth spurt yet

Does it look like it’s your fault? You’re just smaller than the rest

And that means the Newsies are overprotective of you

That’s a good thing and a bad thing

“Where were youse last night, Shorts?!”

“Uh— Sleeping?”

“I’se gots my eye on youse, Shortstack. Stay outta trouble, gots that?”

You nod your head, dodging Race’s eyes. “Uh, yeah, yeah. Totally.”

So you eventually meet this girl named Eliza

she bought your paper every morning, spotting you a few dimes every now and then

It was decent that you actually could eat for a few days, and you made a few cents a day. Probably around three dollars

She was dressed in expensive clothes, so probably came from a rich household.

So one day, you went up to her while she was reading the daily headline, and you waved.

“Hi, I’se m/n,” you said, giving her a sheepish smile. “I’m the guy you get the papes from every mornin’.” You tried your best not to show off your accent.

She grinned. “I’m Eliza! Nice to meet you!” She patted the bench. “Here, come sit with me. It’s nice to finally have someone to talk to!” Your eyes widened, and a flush of red came from your cheeks.

“Alri,” you said, sitting on the bench.

“So how old are you?” Eliza asked with a hopeful smile, kicking her legs.

“I’se almost fifteen! It’s my birthday next month!”

She gasped. “That is amazing! I gotta get you something!” She thought for a minute, then lifted her head up. “How bout’ you come over to my house? Just for tonight. You can tell your mama and pa about it.”

You looked down. Should you tell her that you’re an orphan? And you lost your parents when walking around the streets of Manhattan?

“I… I’se ain’t have a mudder. Or fadda,” you admitted, watching the people on the street pass by. “But I dose have brothas! A lot of them. They’se really annoying sometimes, like how overprotective they gets but I’se gets it. I’se the youngest”

Eliza laughed and your heart fluttered a little. “That’s nice. All I’ve got is my uncle and my two older brothers. They’re all not that nice and all. My parents, uh, died when a newsie attacked them in an alleyway. My brothers held a grudge on newsies ever since.”

Your eyes widened. “Geez. I’se… I’se sorry that that’s happened to you’se, Eliza,” you muttered. “My mudder died when I was born. My fadda got caught nickin’ somedin.”

“Where you okay after that?” Eliza asked, her eyes widening in concern. “I mean- did you miss your parents?”

You chuckled. “Only a little bit. Neva knew my mudder and my fadda blamed me for my mudder’s death and well,” you made eye contact with her. “That’s where I’se got most of my scars from.”

She gave you a slight nudge. “Hey. We can be friends. Or even more then friends!” Your eyes widened.

“Best friends!?” You exclaimed excitedly, jumping up from the bench. “Gee— that’s the best idea evah!”

Eliza looked down. “Yeah… best friends,” she said, looking away.

You turned to her. “You’se alri, goily?”

“I’m fine!” She yelled, drawing attention from the crowds of New York. Eliza sheepishly smiled. “I’m okay.” She hopped to her feet, her white dress looking as stylish as ever. “I gotta go, m/n.” She grabbed the pape off the bench, and drew a pen from her pocket. Eliza scribbled on the paper as you watched her with a content expression on your face. She shoved the pape in your hand, tucking your newsie hat down. “Don’t read it until you get home, News Boy.”

You bit your lip, trying to adjust your hat. “I—” when you looked up, she was lost in the crowds. You chuckled and nodded. “One smart goil.”

#newsies #jack kelly #newsies broadway

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lady-tortilla-chip · 2 years

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TAG GAME: Reveal the significance/meaning of your username

Thank you @an-ime-goil for tagging me lol this is a super fun lil idea for a tag game!

Unfortunately, I don’t have a super fun or particularly interesting story behind my username. I literally came up with it on the spot when I made my tumblr and thought ‘well that’s kinda hilarious’ so I didn’t try and come up with something else. Sometimes I regret it because I made it my brand and now I can’t change my pfp (tho someone suggested just editing a character onto my existing pfp which is hilarious and will happen one day).

Tagging: @stargirl720, @athina39, @praetorqueenreyna, @walking-meme, @thinkingisadangerouspastime, @all-inmoderation, @aucatgirl, aaaaand anyone else who would like to!

#seriously any of my followers are free to consider themselves tagged!!!

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scotianostra · 11 months

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On 16th June 1947 the Paddle Steamer Waverley made her maiden voyage.

The first photograph was taken 76 years ago today It shows the brand new Paddle Steamer Waverley approaching Dunoon for the second time in her long career. Having left her base at Craigendoran at 08:45 that morning she took the service run down to Rothesay, coming back up as far as Dunoon.

Thereafter, she carried on northwards into Loch Long and Loch Goil to make her maiden calls at Lochgoilhead and Arrochar. At the latter pier passengers could disembark and connect with the Loch Lomond paddle steamers at Tarbet. As a result this service was called the ‘Three Lochs Tour’ and it was this route more than any other that was the raison-d'etre of P.S. Waverley, the last in a very, very long line of Clyde paddle steamers.

Built in 1946 by A & J Inglis, the Waverley, named for Sir Walter Scott’s novel of the same name, was launched on 2nd October 1946 and saw her trials over the Skelmorlie Measured Mile in early June 1947 with full bunkers and water tanks and added weight sufficient to simulate a 50% maximum passenger load.

She was given a celebratory send off with a piper in Glasgow before retracing her first voyage.

The Waverley is the last remaining sea-going paddle steamer in the world, and is part of the National Historic Fleet as a ‘vessel of pre-eminent national importance’.

She was in danger of being decommissioned in the early Seventies, but in 1974 she was bought by enthusiasts from the Paddle Steamer Preservation Society (PSPS) for the bargain price of just one pound from her then-owners Caledonian MacBrayne.

She underwent a major rebuild between 2000 and 2003, and passengers can still go ‘doon the watter’ on the Clyde from Glasgow to Dunoon and the isles of Bute and Arran during the summer months.

The vessel only sailed for two weeks last year due to the pandemic and a crash at Brodick in which 24 of the 239 passengers and crew were injured. She has suffered a number of previous incidents including a serve grounding that badly damaged her in 1977 as well as hitting a breakwater in 2009 and a similar accident hitting another dock in 2017.

It was announced a man who had been on board when it ploughed into the pier on Arran had received a five-figure pay-out after suffering a broken arm - one of three out of court settlements. An undisclosed number of other cases are still being pursued.

And although the world has certainly changed around the Waverley, the experience of stepping aboard and being charmed by the ship and the sights of Scotland’s west coast remains more or less the same, 75 years on.

The Waverley is far from immune to the record high fuel prices across the UK, meaning the paddle steamer racks up a huge bill every day she sails, sparking concerns for the years ahead.

The Waverley is touring on the South West Coast of England just now but to find out when she returns home and lots more about the Waverley and how you can sail doon the watter this summer, you can visit the Waverley website here.

#scottish #scotland #paddle steamer #ps waverley #history #maritime history

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corhore · 1 year

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Been watching Dragon Prince on Netflix cause i heard one of the main writers of Avatar is involved. I’m liking the protagonist’s aunt Amaya. She’s mute and she kicks ass

Been meaning to watch that show for a while. Looked like it had some nice goils in it.

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adultswim2021 · 1 year

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Metalocalypse #18: “Girlfriendklok” | December 3, 2006 – 11:45PM | S01E18

This one rocks! Because it’s SEXIST. This episode is about how bad it is to have a girlfriend, because she is mad at you all the time and makes you do boring things. Nathan Explosion gets an awful girlfriend in this episode. The opening scene shows hot chicks all desperately begging Nathan to gangbang them at a Dethklok show. He grumbles that he can’t blast all over them; for he has a girlfriend now. Cut to a bitchy looking blonde woman crossing her arms and scowling. This is basically her one character trait in the entire episode.

She is one-dimensional, but that is entirely the point; this episode is basically an ironic expression of the meathead urge to complain about your bitchy girlfriend who in that moment of anger it is UNFATHOMABLE to you that you could somehow be wrong in this situation. Dethklok are characters who are eternally wrong. But the idea that Nathan and his bitchy girlfriend are together in this joyless union is meant to be uncannily absurd. What I mean is, It weirdly resembles life, especially younger days when you knew (or were) people who dated conventionally attractive people for their looks and absolutely nothing else. I myself have observed friend dating dated terrible women like this one and observed that their relationship seemed awful. Could it be people just get addicted to having sex on a regular basis or something? Could it really be that simple?

This one could probably come off as MRA-ish, or politically anti-feminist or something, but it really is just a parody of easy-observed real human behavior like what I just described. Just a heightened version of a bad relationship. It plays into stereotypes that don’t flatter women too well, but that’s just part of the mindset this episode is essentially mocking.

The tribunal attempts to destroy this relationship by dangling a carrot in front of the now-whipped Nathan Explosion; an invite to present at a porno awards show. Tensions over this invite become exacerbated by the fact that if he doesn’t go, the rest of the band won’t get to go either. After an intervention of sorts, Nathan finally decides to break up with his girlfriend over this, a thing he absolutely correct to do. Before he can get the word out, she accidentally falls down a huge flight of stairs, sustaining various brutal injuries and putting her into a vegetative state. Nathan sits at her bedside and admits that he as about to break up with her, but now their bond can only get stronger since she is now the perfect girlfriend: comatose.

This episode has one of my favorite bits in the show: Toki’s way of being excited about the porno awards and getting to kiss those “beauty-full goils!”. It’s so sweet the way he sees the world. I agree with him that porno ladies are nice and should be protected at all cost. And kissed!!!! You gotta kiss them!

MAIL BAG

san jose sharks pillow

hmm?

i heard u were sweet on it: a san jose sharks pillow

OH! Uh... (sweats)

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #metalocalypse

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