#the vintage caper

[gameraboy2]

Batman and Robin in the Cheetah Caper

#Batman #vintage #comics #Batman and Robin in the Cheetah Caper #peanut butter #comic book #comic book art #comic books #art #illustration

[ohmygodthemuppets]

finally finished my set of these <3

#napkins are there so the designs can be seen #i want to use them sooo bad but lead paint bad :( #the muppets #muppets #kermit the frog #miss piggy #fozzie #fozzie bear #the great muppet caper #vintage glasses #my things

[anerdwithapen-blog]

* Cryings intensity * I wannnttttt ittttttt-

Here's some finds that I wanted

* cries in poor-

#dr teeth and the electric mayhem #the muppets #dr teeth muppets #zoot muppet #floyd pepper #janice muppets #animal muppet #vintage #the great muppet caper #happiness hotel #70s #80s #vintage toys #muppet babies #jim henson

[emeraldexplorer2]

1962

#vintage #1962 #men's magazine #caper

[wackypalooza]

hello animaniacs and muppets tumblr 🩷 look at what i thrifted

first off, always a good day when i can get another muppet movie to add to the collection! i plan on getting every dvd release of the movies/tv specials.

second off I WAS STOKED ABOUT THESE ANIMANIACS MCDONALD'S TOYS! these are from 1993 and are still in the bags!!! that's so cool!! i got four for a dollar, isn't that awesome??? :3

#the muppets #animaniacs #the great muppet caper #animaniacs 1993 #mcdonalds toys #vintage toys #thrift finds #90s cartoons

[joshof13thfloor]

Spinning this one for Rosalina this morning. Not nearly as iconic as the first Muppets album, it's still pretty darn good. #TheGreatMuppetCaper #TheMuppets #Muppets #JimHenson #VinylRecord #Soundtrack #VintageVinyl #VinylCollector #VinylAddict #VinylLover #VinylJunkie

#the great muppet caper #the muppets #muppets #jim henson #soundtrack #vinyl #vinyl records #vintage #vinyl collector #vinyl love #vinyl addict #vinyl junkie

[thecoparoom]

An Arby's dress? Shirt?

Youngstown Vindicator - Jan 2, 1972

#arby's #vintage ad #the 70s #kodak #fast food #vintage fast food #kodak instamatic #vintage camera #camera coupon caper

[deepdreamnights]

From the Trophy Case of Captain Janet Starcraw

Gathered from her many adventures. (top to bottom, left to right):

European ChemoStunner - Taken from Bulge-Eye Blorks, space pirate and tax evader, after his third ignominious defeat.

European DeLiminator - From Blorks' first mate, Mr. Krispin, used by Captain Starcrew to navigate to an exterior airlock after being made to walk the plank.

Baron R'Man's Bespoke Calcinator - Planted on Princess Xil to frame her for the Baron's murder, foiled by Captain Starcraw in the Star-Ape Caper.

Palatial Calcinator - The actual murder weapon, taken from the Captain of the Guard as he slept by Orbian saboteurs.

L'l Squirt (European XL Holdout) - Cadet Candi's first off-regulation sidearm, given to the Captain as a thank-you gift.

Hawkbright - Prince Karax's favorite hunting disruptor. Once possessed of a Class IV artificial sapience. Bequeathed to the Captain for acquiring the replacement vessel (now designate Princess Comprixa Hawkbright Karax.)

Lucky Longshank's Piece - A custom negamatter hand cannon, which took the lives of a dozen lawbeasts before the Captain was unlucky 13.

Sunbolt Radium Pistol - The Captain bought it on a trip to a flea market outside Helium. She thought it was nice.

Stool Pigeon (73L Neutron Derringer) - A customized snub-nose neutronizer used by the hitman Mr. Moonshadow.

Samantha (99K Quark Inverter) - The only thing to survive the explosion of Johnny Horus's Starsled. The Captain remains convinced the na'er do well will return to reclaim it. Its ability to scramble physical properties has come in handy more than twice.

Various prompts used. Most were along the lines of "a ray pistol shaped like a fish" with one ore two image prompts of toy and prop ray guns, both vintage and otherwise.

#unreality #worldbuilding #ray gun #ray pistol #retro science fiction #sci-fi #pulp #midjourney v4 #midjourney art #midjourney ai #ai artwork #laser pistol #raygun #atomic age #buck rogers #flash gordon

[kmomof4]

Destination Dream Weddings, Driving Disasters, & Dented Derrieres: A Fic Collaboration Between @kmomof4 @snowbellewells @whimsicallyenchantedrose and @jrob64

Hello everyone!!! We are back again!!! After the fun we had turning last year's trip into a fic, we decided to do the same with this years Girls Vacay!

Summary: Picking up one year after last year's fic collaboration - Cave Cruises, Cabin Capers, & Cracked Craniums - the six couples and Roland meet on St. Simons Island off the coast of Georgia for Mary Margaret and David’s dream wedding.

Rating: T

Words: Almost 4800 of approx 21k

On ao3 and ff.net

Under the cut, unless Tumblr ate it

Emma Swan was truly glad that they were finally on the road and making progress toward their destination. While attempting to leave the previous morning, Elsa had needed to say goodbye to Liam “just once more”, visit the restroom again, and they’d had to rearrange the luggage to fit something else in, as well as call to coordinate with the other members of their friend group numerous times, before they’d actually set out on their travels. Liam needed to lead one more previously scheduled Lake Michigan boat tour before he could follow them from Chicago to Bowling Green, Kentucky.  After a long day of driving, an exuberant reunion with Emma’s dashing and altogether irresistible boyfriend- whom she hadn’t seen in months- and a good night’s sleep in his arms, they were all back on the road again, Liam and Elsa following in his Expedition with Graham and Will in the back seat. 

Now that they were rolling down the highway, wheels on the pavement and making good time toward Georgia, she felt much of her frustration melting away. It had been well past time for a break from her job - even loving it as much as she did - and a few hours of girl talk in the car with Elsa. But now having Killian in the seat beside her, their fingers intertwined where hers rested on the gearshift of her vintage yellow VW, made all the difference in the world. Though she wouldn’t want to admit it to most people, her stomach still fluttered at his nearness with all the excitement and joy of their first date, even a year into their relationship.

She had been pleasantly surprised by how easily Killian had acquiesced to being her navigator and co-pilot rather than trying to take over driving duties himself. She had dated a few guys who would have been unwilling to allow her to take control on the road, and would have had their masculinity insulted if she insisted on driving. Killian had simply taken her hand gallantly, bent over it to kiss her knuckles playfully - much as he’d done the first time they’d met - and helped her into her seat, before rounding the front to get into the seat beside her. “As you wish, Emma Love,” he’d agreed gamely. “It is your chariot which awaits us after all.” Since then, he’d proven to be a very apt and helpful navigator, more so than “the Google Woman” whom he had groused at repeatedly for offering them longer trip times and trying to take them on unwanted scenic detours. She couldn’t help but laugh when Killian managed to find a reroute that shaved fifteen minutes from their drive time and then berated the automated navigator proudly. 

As glad as she had been having Elsa to keep her company on their way to Lost River Caves to pick up the guys, Emma was thrilled to have a little time with just Killian now.  He launched into some story from a recent tour group they’d seen through the caves, and she marveled again at how seamlessly they had navigated into being a couple - even with the physical distance between them. Warmth swelled in her chest and a small voice in her head whispered just how happy it made her that he was hers and she was his - when not so very long ago she wouldn’t have believed such a thing was possible.

She knew that Elsa was equally glad to be back with Liam, despite being apart for just a few hours. Though her friend and Killian’s older brother were both more quietly reserved in their affection, since they had eloped in the spring, they were nearly inseparable unless parting was absolutely necessary - and only then for as short a time as possible. The other members of their group were easy to spot in Liam’s stuffed-to-the-gills SUV as they all traveled to meet the rest of their friends for David and Mary Margaret’s week long nuptial celebration, culminating with their wedding the following weekend on St. Simon’s Island off the Georgia coast. 

For several hours they made decent time, passing from Kentucky to Tennessee and into western Georgia without a hitch. They’d texted back and forth from one vehicle to the other about roadside billboards seen, accompanying commentary that those in the opposite car would enjoy, and when to stop for gas and a restroom break. 

Emma was just settling into a calm stretch of highway and feeling as though they had thankfully reached the last leg of the journey, when dark, jagged detritus reared up in her vision spread across all three lanes. Not even sure what it was, Emma let out a shocked cry, veering as best she could without swiping the traffic on either side of her, in an attempt to avoid the worst of whatever had seemingly exploded on the interstate.

“Well done, Lass!” Killian congratulated - a bit too soon as it turned out, when a moment later a loud thump sounded and their tire and the car’s undercarriage undoubtedly made contact with some of the debris Emma had hoped to miss. If the sound hadn’t alerted them, the jolt they felt could not be ignored. Once they were past the area, Killian breathed out a deep sigh, looking back over his shoulder at the road behind them. “I think someone violently blew their tire, Swan. I doubt anyone could have missed that mess entirely; you really are quite the captain.”

“Learned from the best,” she sassed back at him with a wink, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand affectionately. A moment passed silently as they both calmed down after the alarm of the past few moments. “Still,” she finally added, “just for peace of mind, maybe we should pull over, check the tire pressure, and be sure there wasn’t any damage done the next time we see an exit with a service station.”

“Aye,” Killian agreed. “Good plan. I’ll let the others know.”

Neither of them felt that the car was riding any differently, and Emma accepted that she was probably being overcautious, but the Bug had been with her a long time - longer than any other person or thing, in all honesty - and she wanted to make sure all was as it should be so it could hang in there with her a few years more. Killian texted their intentions to Elsa, got an assurance that the other group would stop as well, and soon they were exiting off the interstate and pulling into a Chevron station, stopping near the air pumps in case they needed them.

Unfortunately, though it hadn’t been apparent on the road, when they pulled into the lot, it was obvious serious damage had been done. Emma hadn’t even made it around the car before Killian was trying to slow her progress, hands gently cradling her shoulders as if to brace her for impact. “Now Swan, don’t get too upset. It’s not as bad as it may look at first.”

She didn’t like the sound of that at all, and coupled with the horrified look on Elsa’s face as their friends had parked alongside them and gotten their own glimpse of Emma’s front passenger tire, it was far from comforting. Nudging her well-meaning boyfriend to the side, Emma rounded her car only to groan and feel an almost irresistible urge to kick the curb repeatedly in frustration. Her tire wasn’t just a little low - it was completely flat! How had they not felt that?!? How had they managed to avoid wrecking her beloved Beetle?

“Great! Now what?” She couldn’t help the snap in her voice as she threw up her hands and let them slap back down against her jean-clad thighs exasperatedly. “We’re due to meet everyone at our rental cottage in two hours. I never paid to join AAA, so it’ll cost a fortune to get anyone else out here to tow us to a repair shop - if they even come within the next century! And - ” She was just gathering up steam to continue on her rant, when she looked around her, realizing that everyone else looked either pitying, rather bemused, or down right biting back laughter at her expense.

“Ya do know we could just change the tire ourselves, don’tcha?” Will suggested cheekily, shrugging as if it wasn’t any big deal. 

“You say that like it’s so easy,” Emma grumbled, narrowing her eyes at him. “The jack never wants to work right, or the lugnuts are screwed on too tightly to remove by hand - not to mention that my cheap little doughnut spare is hardly what we want to be driving on for long.”

“It ain’t all that difficult neither,” Will insisted, giving her a more genuine smile, and taking in the other guys in turn as if to garner their agreement. Killan wasn’t about to get in the middle of this little debate, nor would he side against his lovely Swan, but not hearing much support had yet to deter Will Scarlet when he got an idea in his head. He stepped right up to the passenger side, with a “Budge over, won’t cha?” to Emma, before crouching down for a closer look and then asking for the wrench to begin loosening the lug nuts.

Well used to Will’s good intentioned but often accident prone brand of assistance, Elsa looked to Emma uncertainly from where she stood, cell phone in hand, rather surprised at having had Will brush past her and move into action. “Should I still call for a tow, just in case?” she asked meekly.

Graham snorted and shook his head, sharing a grin with Killian as he spoke up. “No, don’t worry over it yet. Will might just manage this, and we’re all here to help if he needs it.” 

The Jones brothers nodded their consensus, even as Will let out an indignant, “Oi! Some friends the lot of you are! Try to do something nice for a person, and this is the thanks I get? No one even believes I can change a tire!”

Shaking his head and muttering to himself, he put each of the lug nuts into Emma’s waiting hand, while Killian went to fetch the spare tire from her trunk, despite his supposed unbelief in his friend’s capabilities. Rolling the tire with him, he brought the jack to Will, who slid it under the car’s frame to what seemed the appropriate spot. Soon the car was rising, one slow increment at a time, Will now carrying on to himself about the cheap manufacture of the jack in Emma’s kit and how awkwardly constructed the jack’s crank was for anyone to operate. 

Suddenly, without warning, there was a frightening screech that brought yelps of surprise and dismay from all of them. The car lurched sickeningly back and to the right and then to the ground, landing precariously with the wheel sticking out and only partially off the lugs which held it in place. If the sight had looked pathetic before, it was now even more so. 

“Will!” Emma yelled before she could stop herself. “You’re making things worse!” 

Will picked himself up from where he’d ended up on his backside, rubbing the tender spot where he’d landed atop the discarded wrench when he’d quickly moved to avoid being hit by the shifting vehicle. He shot Emma a rather grumpy look. “Well your precious classic isn’t exactly a model of perfection anymore. The wheel didn’t come off as smoothly as it might’ve. This flimsy excuse for a jack is a piece of junk! Bloody thing bent and that’s what made the car fall!” he snarled back.

At this point, Killian took pity on his mate and crouched down beside him to help. Between the two of them, they cranked the jack back down, managed to reposition it further under the car’s chassis and cranked it up once more, finding they could get it even just a little bit higher. This time, with Killian carefully bracing the jack so it wouldn’t shift, Will managed to wrangle the ruined tire from the VW and get the spare into place. All of them cheered heartily, along with letting out several deep breaths of relief, and Will’s friends were all patting him on the back in turn. 

After that, they managed to avoid any more mishaps and were finally able to get on the road again. Emma even gave Will a quick hug and apologized for snapping at him, giving him a teasing kiss on the cheek and declaring him her knight in tarnished armor. 

“And what about me, Swan? I did have some role in his eventual success,” Killian prompted as they got back into the car and began to carefully back out of their parking spot. He waggled his eyebrows at her mischievously, tapping two fingers against his lips and waiting in expectation. “Perhaps some gratitude might be in order?”

She was tempted to tease him back, make him wait until they arrived at their final destination, but she was too relieved to be back on the road and with her dearly loved VW still in one piece to hold out on him. Leaning over the console briefly, she gave him a quick peck on the lips, brushing her nose along his cheek for a moment and smiling warmly. “Hold onto that thought for later,” she purred. “And thank you too, of course -  my real hero.”

~*~*~

“Oh, isn’t it beautiful?!” Mary Margaret exclaimed as David pulled into the driveway of their home for the next week. They’d just dropped off Belle and Ruby at the cottage next door, after driving the past two days from Portland, Maine and then New York City, where Ruby lived. With all the actual wedding preparations on her plate, Mary Margaret was ever so grateful that David had been in charge of the logistics of their respective annual guys and girls trip this year. Since they were planning a summer wedding with all of their friends comprising the wedding party, Mary Margaret had the idea for them to join their two respective groups again - to commemorate how they all met the previous summer - before marrying the love of her life at the end of the week. Mary Margaret hadn’t even seen pictures of  the rental David had reserved for them, and she was blown away by the quaint romanticism of the cottage in front of her. 

Fairy lights were draped along the eaves of the wraparound front porch, which boasted plentiful seating, in addition to the wicker sectional around a romantic firepit next to the driveway where they were parked. They climbed the steps to the porch and typed in the code to unlock the door. Mary Margaret gasped as they stepped inside. The interior was just as lovely as the exterior. Soaring ceilings and tall windows coupled with nautical and beach decor in soft blues and warm creams created a space that was as inviting as it was relaxing. To the left of the door they’d just entered was an open air kitchen and eat-in dining area, while on their right was the living room, with two bedrooms and a bath in between them on the other side of the large welcoming space. 

“How do you like it, Sweetheart?” David asked, a wide smile on his face. He knew his bride well enough to know that she’d love just about anywhere he picked as long as they were together, but he felt his heart skip a little as he finally laid eyes on the charming bungalow. 

“I love it!” she exclaimed, spinning toward him and hugging him tightly. “It’s so light and airy with all this room.” She released him and moved into the kitchen area. “Coffee maker, gas stove, microwave,” she listed, opening and closing the cabinets to see how stocked the kitchen was. She was pleased to find plenty of dishes, condiments, and pots and pans for cooking. Not to mention the terribly organized junk drawer filled with all the unthought of but sometimes necessary things that come up occasionally - scissors, twist ties, Ziploc bags, a small sewing kit, pens, and pads of paper.

“Our room is over the garage,” David informed her. “Come on.” 

She followed him out the side door of the kitchen into the garage and was immediately greeted with a closed door on the other side of a very small landing. David opened the door and they ascended the stairs to the room above. Mary Margaret gasped again when they entered the room. Small lamps on either side of the king-sized bed cast the room in a soft warm glow. Scattered across the cream colored bedspread were red and pink rose petals with a string of pink lights draped from the four posts at the corners of the bed. There was a crystal vase on the low dresser across from where they stood filled with red roses next to a silver tray with an ice bucket holding a bottle of champagne and twin flutes.

Mary Margaret launched herself into David’s arms, kissing him passionately. Given that they were the first ones to the cottage and no one else was expected for at least a couple of hours, she drew him further into the room, determined to show him just how much she loved him and how ready she was to be his wife.

~*~*~

Mary Margaret descended the stairs some time later, to find Robin, Regina, and Roland entering the cottage. Loud exclamations of joy and delight came from the ladies as they rushed toward each other and embraced. Robin grinned as he held Roland back for a moment from joining the heartfelt reunion. As soon as the friends released one another, he let go of his son, who ran as fast as his small legs could carry him to all but tackle Mary Margaret.

“Aunty M’s!” he cried, as she picked him up and spun around with him in her arms.

“Hi there, Roly Poly,” she said, hugging him tightly.

“I hear a little boy in my cottage!” David’s voice boomed as he descended the stairs. “Where’s my Roland?”

“Uncle David!” Roland cried, squirming to get down. 

David laughed and picked up the small boy. “You act like you haven’t seen me in a month instead of a few days,” he said. 

Roland shrugged. “I’m just happy to see you and Aunty M’s.”

David smiled fondly at Mary Margaret. “We’re happy to see you too, Roly Poly.” He ruffled Roland’s curls and put him down, approaching Robin and Regina to exchange enthusiastic hugs and handshakes. “Y’all’s room is back here. I’ll show you,” he said, turning the corner out of the kitchen and down a short hallway to the master bedroom. He flipped on the lights and let the others precede him into the large room. 

“You should have the master,” Robin protested. “It’s your wedding after all.”

David shook his head. “We wanted the room above the garage so we wouldn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone else. Plus, this room had the child’s bed in here,” he said, motioning to the huge walk-in closet that not only had plenty of room for clothes and shoes, but also housed a small bed and dresser. “I didn’t figure you’d want to be too far from him at night.”

“You guessed correctly,” Robin replied. “Where’s the rest of the group? Shouldn’t they be here by now? I thought they were leaving earlier than we were.”

“Emma got a flat and that put them behind just a bit. I think they’ll be here in about an hour.”

Regina exchanged a nervous glance with Robin. “Oh, man…” she trailed away uncertainly. “We’ve been putting Roland off stopping for food the last couple of hours, promising him we’d get dinner with everyone once we arrived. Adding another hour - or more - might be a bridge too far.”

“Roland,” Robin said, poking his head in the closet to find his son jumping up and down on the bed contained within. He immediately stopped, a guilty look on his face when his father appeared and frowned at him. “You know better than that, young man. It’s dangerous. And besides, this bed is not yours. It belongs to the person who owns this cottage. You do anything to damage any of the furniture and you will be in big trouble. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Papa.”

Robin nodded. “Everyone else won’t be here for about another hour. Can you wait that long for dinner, or do you want a snack?”

He climbed down from the bed and took Robin’s hand. “A snack, please.”

“Alright, let’s go, then.”

Killian and Emma arrived not quite an hour later. Killian, trying mightily to contain his laughter and failing miserably, told them that Liam and Elsa were next door, dropping off Will and Graham. As he and Emma were pulling into this driveway, they could see Will, carrying his luggage, hadn’t time to brace himself before Belle threw herself at him, toppling him in the process. He’d landed on his butt again, but Killian didn’t think he minded all that much as he returned Belle’s ardent kisses. 

It was just a few minutes later that Liam and Elsa arrived. After another round of enthusiastic greetings, with Mary Margaret and Regina exclaiming over the beautiful wedding ring set Liam and Elsa wore, the newcomers adjourned to their respective rooms to unpack and relax for a little while before regrouping to decide where to go for dinner.

Mary Margaret came back to the bedrooms containing the other two couples almost thirty minutes later. She was about to knock on the door on the left when she heard Liam and Elsa talking in low voices inside.

“Should we say anything yet?” Elsa asked.

“I don’t think so,” Liam replied. “This week is to celebrate David and Mary Margaret. I don’t think we should take away from that. We can announce it after the wedding.”

Mary Margaret’s eyes got wide and her brow furrowed in thought. What could Elsa and Liam’s secret be, and was it good news or bad? From the tone of their voices, she couldn’t help but speculate that it was good. A smile grew on her face as she imagined the possibilities.

“Time to circle up and decide where we want to eat dinner,” she called, knocking on one bedroom door and then the other. “Come on.” She turned around and went back into the living room to find the rest of their group sitting around waiting for the last two couples.

She entered to uproarious laughter, Ruby grinning unrepentantly, and Graham’s face aflame. “What’d I miss?” she asked, sitting on the arm of the chair David was in.

“Will here was complaining about the noise,” Ruby began, her eyes dancing mischievously, “and I was just explaining that we were only doing what the sign said. Did you all see the Speed Hump sign just before the cottage? Since we had some time before coming over to decide about dinner… we did.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “And it’s not like you were twiddling your thumbs and trying to plug your ears while we were busy, anyway,” she said to Will, causing both he and Belle to blush furiously. Everyone howled again, Mary Margaret, Emma, Killian, Liam and Elsa - who’d just arrived in the room - included. 

“What’s so funny?” Roland asked, coming in.

Regina tried to put on a serious face and motioned him over, picking him up and placing him on her lap. “Nothing, baby. Don’t you worry about it. Now, where are we going to eat? I don’t know about the rest of you, but I do not want to have to drive far.”

“And I’m liable to fall asleep before we get our food if we don’t go very soon,” Elsa added, smothering a yawn with her hand.

Fortunately, David had already done some research, and from print and online reviews, as well as word of mouth, he’d found a well-loved island gem right around the corner from the cottages that apparently wasn’t to be missed.

They all agreed and left to pile into the respective vehicles.

~*~*~

It was a pleasant evening with a cool, gentle breeze blowing as they pulled into the parking lot of the Southern Soul Bar-B-Q and began walking toward the entrance. As they came around to the front of the white painted brick structure, Regina pulled up short, bringing Robin to a stop as well since their hands were joined. “Wait just one second,” she spoke up, her polished voice expressing the exact measure of disdain which served her so well as a practicing lawyer. “This is the famed establishment you’ve been talking about?” she addressed David with arch disbelief. “I am not about to sit down for a good meal in what looks more like a gas station than anything else!”

The rest of them paused, not sure how to counter her logic. The place’s appearance from the outside didn’t quite look like what any of them had expected, but the rest of them were generally a lot more easy going in their tastes and were willing to trust the local reputation and let their taste buds, rather than their eyes be the judge. 

Robin, however, had clearly learned how best to proceed with his regal girlfriend in the time since they had all been together last. He moved closer to Regina, whispering low, cajoling words in her ear, and though the rest of them couldn’t make them out, the tone was clearly doing its job at melting her usually rather inflexible demeanor. And if that hadn’t been enough, there was the added secret weapon of little Roland. When Robin’s young son tugged on her hand, urging sweetly with his open, dimpled smile and adoring brown eyes gazing up at her, there was no way even her sophisticated queen persona could hold out against his, “Come on, Miss Gina, let’s try it! I think it looks like fun.”  

Between the two Locksley men turning their charm on her, Regina finally capitulated and followed the rest of them inside.

Despite any initial reservations, they were presented with a feast of authentic Southern sides like Brunswick stew, Hoppin’ John, and hushpuppies to accompany the variety of brisket, pulled pork and ribs they ordered. Will had insisted on trying the Knuckle Sammich, and Regina had finally settled on a chicken strip basket similar to the child’s version they got Roland, deeming it unlikely she’d be able to order much of anything else which wouldn’t have either sauce or juice dripping off of it.

It wasn’t long before Ruby and Graham drew attention to their end of the table when he attempted to feed her brisket by hand. She’d stared him down sultrily, a glimmer of seduction in her dark eyes before delicately nibbling the morsel he offered her. All would have been fine if she’d stopped there, but that wasn’t Ruby’s style. Instead she’d held her boyfriend’s gaze and then wrapped her bright red lips around his fingers, bringing her tongue into the action as well, and slowly dragging them along his calloused skin as if enjoying a succulent treat. Graham flushed all over as red as her signature shade and seemed to be having a little trouble even drawing breath. He’d started a fire that he wasn’t capable of keeping under control, and clearly he knew it. Sputtering for some sort of response, he quickly pulled his hand away when Ruby released him, glancing around nervously as if afraid their friends might be judging them. “I know I sorta asked for that, Babe,” he murmured under his breath, “but there’s a kid at the table, for crying out loud!”

Unabashed, Ruby merely shrugged her shoulders at him, and grinned at the table as a whole. Her friends knew her well, and were largely unfazed by her brazen behavior at this point. 

Nearly an hour later, they were stuffed and ready for home and their beds. David laughingly joked that Mary Margaret would have to roll him back to their rental to sleep off the meal, but it was a delicious close to day one of their reunion.

~*~*~

Notes:

Welcome to our 2024 Girls' Trip fic! This year, as I'm sure you've already deduced, Krystal, Joni, Marta, and Jen travelled to St. Simons Island, Savannah, and Jekyll Island, Georgia. Along the way, we met up at various times with Giennie and Randi as well. When a group of fic writers get together, naturally, every event is seen through the lens of "how can we fic this?" While normally we'd be looking for ways to turn our adventures into Captain Swan stories alone, we had a lot of characters to work with this year! (Truth be told, most moments were seen through the lens of "How can we comically whump Will with this?" or "What kind of innuendo would Ruby make about that?") As last year, we'd like to give you some idea of what we took from our actual experiences and what we chalked up to creative license.

While a small detail in the fic, the need for creative packing was real with us! It took Jen, her dad and Joni (with Bear supervising) to figure it out on the way there and Krystal and her family (with Minnie supervising) on the way home.

You might think Killian’s frustration with the “Google woman” was a call back to his lack of knowledge of technology in canon, but it was indeed a factor in our trip. Jen’s GPS seemed to have a mind of its own and routinely offered alternate routes that added significant time to the drive.

Regrettably, the “driving disaster” was rather close to real life. On the way to Savannah, Jen was not able to avoid the debris from a blown semi tire strewn across all three lanes and got a flat as a result. Joni tried valiantly to come to the rescue and change the tire, but the jack did, indeed twist and the car fell. Luckily a couple of Good Samaritans helped us out and got us back on the road, all in one piece. (And Jen’s new vehicle seems no worse for the wear.) 

The description of the rental house was true to life–with a bit of creative license taken. As there were four of us and the cottage had four bedrooms, we didn’t rent a second cottage. Marta stayed in the room we gave David and Mary Margaret, but in reality it had two queen sized beds rather than one, and there were no rose petals or romantic candle light. The walk-in closet of the master bedroom contained a high chair and changing table rather than a child’s bed for Roland.

There was indeed a sign warning of Speed Humps on the road in front of our cottage. Naturally, we decided Ruby would run with that.

Southern Soul B-B-Q is a real restaurant only a couple miles from our rental that is apparently highly acclaimed, but we never made it there on our trip. We were struck by the fact that it clearly used to be a gas station and decided Regina would balk at that.

Thank you for reading and sharing! We'd love to know what you think! Stay tuned for day two of the character's adventures posting on Thursday. In the next chapter, they explore St. Simons Island.

#destination dream weddings driving disasters & dented derrieres #vacay fic #collab fic #krystal writes #art by joni

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Rei Suwa and the psychology

of holding a cigarette

You have probably seen this vintage poster often. I first encountered this via Whores of Yore.

First off, you have to give allowances that this strange psychoanalysis done by a certain doctor in the 1950s that appeared in a magazine was the time smoking was seen as glamorous and sexy without thinking of the health consequences. Tobacco companies were getting the leeway forcing the people to smoke with their excessive advertising campaign. Misogyny in the West was blatantly rampant.

This article, from a 1959 issue of Caper Magazine, shows a few examples of what psychoanalyst Dr. William Neutra hypothesized after observing the ways people chose to smoke. According to his psychoanalysis, the body language of the method an individual uses to hold the cigarette shines a light onto their character traits, exposing their personality type, moods, and insecurities. If you are a smoker, perhaps you recognize some of these yourself? ( x )

I want to believe that the “Buddy Daddies” writers did some research about the psychological makeup of their characters apart from their design, costuming, and characterisation. They have prototypes to convey their messages.

If they came across this poster and the accompanying article, would that be so amusing?

So far, I have seen Rei holds his cigarette in two different ways.

Based on the examples, Rei on Episode 4 is Type E.

Very tense individual, direct, straight-forward, inclined towards stubbornness

Episode 4: What Will Be Will Be

E (left); I

Episode 2: The Kiss of Death

On the second episode where the scenes take place at their loft, the way he holds his cig is Type I.

Very pessimistic, excessive in business caution

The descriptions sort of fit him and the way his mind operates.

The most important question is : are we going to see him smoking during the assassination duty, which I doubt as he seems to be more focused, more intense, as if he were in a trance. He is a monomaniac, his killer instinct activated and his laser eyes focused on the targets. He is a different person when he’s doing the job. As if he has a split personality.

Cigarette smoking entails curbing the stress and boredom.

This quickly changes when he’s at home. Still cautious, but freer, more himself, his downtime. And maybe more stressed or bored?

Hopefully, Miri is giving him the will to live, a sunshine in a dark place they are in, and his newfound relationship with Kazuki as a co-parent.

#buddy daddies #buddy daddies anime #suwa rei #rei suwa #kazuki kurusu #tw smoking #rei s and smoking #buddy daddies wall of text #buddy daddies misc #unasaka miri #kazurei #this post is an excuse to include his scenes where he’s smoking #rei suwa files

[thedarlinglimited]

It's The begining of the New Year for Me and my daughter Lily🦄; there are new adventures to embark on and new reasons to smile and new winter adventures await!🐻‍❄️

Our style at this moment is inspired by the super vintage, candy-colored ode to winter The Grand Budapest Hotel.

For anyone who isn't familiar with the pink and peculiar film of Wes Anderson then I'll explain in a pastel pink Mendls bakery box tied with a ribbon. The quirky caper of comedic errors and stylish silliness takes place against a beautiful backdrop of a wintry hotel wonderful that's as visually stunning as it is incredibly vintage.

The vibes at the Jean Gorges Tin building at the soul street seaport have the same vibe. Walking distance from Michaeli's bakery ( the sweet apple raisin babka that almost tastes like rustic stollen pastry is incredible) and nestled amongst the most stylish ships is the most incredible ode to vintage visuals that I have ever seen in NYC. Maybe it's the glowing art deco globe lights that dot the golden ceilings almost like golden clusters of grapes or maybe it's the attention to detail that's so Impeccable there isn't a napkin holder that doesn't reference a richly vintage European era of cafe society...but this building is cinema at its best.

To chill in such a lush building one needs to wear something statement making. Lil and I chose candy pink. To match the vintage candy shoppe all pink and gold and white and magical. My pink vintage trench by French brand apostrophe is vintage and a gift from one of my best friends. My light pink sweater, also vintage, and glasses-warby Parker are also a reference to mid-century sophistication that is as polished as it is Parisian. My daughter Lil also wore all pink and to usher in a sweet new year we had candy and coffee and marveled in the magic of the place.

We definitely recommend visiting the south st seaport and if your feeling really grand wear a conversation piece something vintage something and something unexpected.

#wes anderson #vintage #vintage style #grand budapest hotel style #style #pink #jean gorges tin building

[livingcontrivance]

@webxfshame // starter call

Reaching for the rung of a ladder, he concentrated on climbing, ascending as fast as he could whilst looking over his shoulder. Ever vigilant, it was an inevitability that his latest caper would garner attention, a development that meant the world to a showboating fraud like himself. All that he needed to do was reach the roof, call in an extraction, and he'd be home free. But alas, in a city stuffed with so many annoying heroes, the chances of such a notion coming to pass were not just slim -- they didn't exist!!!

"Bonjour, Spider-Man! Your reputation precedes you!" Feigned accent marring each syllable, the thief, despite himself, welcomed the hero as he came upon the scene. Delighted to have crossed paths with the eponymous wallcrawler, when Fantomex reached the topmost rung of the ladder, he adjusted his grip so that he could turn around, his body dangling freely from it as he strained to get a good look at the bug -- make him the subject of their conversation, rather than his act of thievery.

"A vintage costume of yours fetched me a pretty penny on the black market a while back. Is it true that there are so many more of your fellow Spiders slinging around the place these days?" His chest heaved with a hearty chuckle, already envisioning the potential of making a quick buck. "I must see if any of your friends wouldn't mind if I lightened them of their old costumes! Très excitant!"

#webxfshame #heyo there! #he's a menace i am so sorry tgyhu

[daisiesonafield-blog]

“Don’t Worry Darling” ★★ (out of four)

Movie review

There’s a scene in “Don’t Worry Darling” where Harry Styles, playing a character named Jack, is shown onstage at a large raucous gathering, spinning and capering before the crowd in a frenzied solo dance. Capering and spinning. Spinning and capering. The camera cuts away briefly to another scene. Then returns to Styles. Capering and spinning. Spinning and capering. Cut away. Back it comes. And he’s still spinning. Still capering. 

On and on it goes.

Conveying that Jack is a puppet, a prisoner, actually, of a Svengali-like figure played with silken malevolence by Chris Pine. Pine’s character, Frank, is the mastermind ruling over a cultish upscale desert community where time has been frozen in the suburban 1950s, the era of “Father Knows Best” and “The Donna Reed Show.”

The overt repetition of that dance incident is a recurring quirk of director Olivia Wilde’s handling of this story. Whether it’s close-ups of coffee splashing in a cup or tight shots of a bloody raw steak or overhead views of dancers performing Busby Berkeley-style kaleidoscopic routines, Wilde seems overly fond of her stylistic flourishes. There’s a sense of “look at me, look at this.” Points are made, then underlined, then hammered into the ground. 

The points here are in support of a narrative in which ‘50s-era sexism rules the roost in the community of Victory where the men leave each morning in a synchronized departure of vintage cars (Jack’s ride is a cool black T-Bird, maybe a ’56 or a ’57) for a mysterious destination while their adoring wives stand out front of their spotless homes smiling synchronized goodbyes. Then they go inside to spend their days mopping floors and cleaning tubs. 

When the husband returns from work, there’s the wife, glowing and smiling with cocktail glass in hand to greet him at the front door. Followed by sex on the kitchen counter. Followed by a steak dinner. A departure from the “Father Knows Best” scenario there. The picture earns its R rating.

It’s creepy. And that’s the story’s point. It’s too perfect, and the perfection is toxic. It’s clean and bright and overwhelmingly white. 

The society is too regimented. The women are too compliant. They’re mere adjuncts to their men. And where is this community, really? Palm trees line its streets, but the community is surrounded by desert and mountains. 

One wife, Alice, played by Florence Pugh, senses that something’s not quite right here. There are moments when the facade momentarily slips. Flashes of those Berkeley routines intrude on her consciousness. Her dreams take on a nightmare quality. A lone Black wife warns that something’s amiss. 

And what are the mysterious jobs the men go off to each day? They won’t say, and questions are discouraged. 

There’s a “Twilight Zone” quality here. Actually, it’s more of a “Stepford Wives” vibe. Compliant wives. Fixed smiles. We’ve seen this sort of thing before. 

The more Alice questions, the deeper the mystery goes and the more danger increases, with smiling malevolent Frank intoning “we crave order,” and hinting he’s willing to do anything to ensure order is not disrupted.

The screenplay by Katie Silberman, with whom Wilde previously collaborated on 2019’s “Booksmart,” a much more inventive and funnier picture, has little in the way of fresh ideas. And with the exception of Pine, the performances are undistinguished. Pugh seems oddly disengaged from Alice. She doesn’t own the part. And Styles’ work is often tinged with hysteria. 

There’s nothing original in the movie. Indeed, the off-screen controversy that’s been consuming social media lately over the casting of pop superstar Styles and whether Pugh and Wilde are at odds overshadows the movie itself.

Review for The Seattle Times by Soren Andersen - link

#dwd reviews #Soren Andersen #don't worry darling #long post #dwd

[agentnico]

They Cloned Tyrone (2023) Review

Taking a break from the Barbenheimer talk to discuss Netflix’s most recent cinematic outing.

Plot: A pulpy, sci-fi mystery caper in which an unlikely trio investigates a series of eerie events, alerting them to a nefarious conspiracy lurking directly beneath their hood. Fontaine, a neighbourhood drug dealer, is shot dead by rival Isaac and then is very shocked to wake up in his bed the next morning unharmed.

Was sold by the film’s trailer using Rockwell’s ‘Somebody’s Watching Me’ and now having seen the actual movie have discovered it’s an unofficial remake of the 2013 Edgar Wright film The World’s End. I doubt the director and cast will admit it’s a remake however there are simply too many similarities to not make comparisons. I should note that The World’s End is one of my favourite films ever. So yep, They Cloned Tyrone is my kind of entertainment! And it’s a very entertaining movie. Fitting nicely into the Blaxploitation subgenre, with having a vintage grainy filter aesthetic; characters wearing funky clothing and crazy hairdos; and an energetic soundtrack, all adding to the 1970s feel of the movie. The story itself tackles the serious subject of White supremacy and institutional overlords trying to control the Black community however without trivialising or preaching the themes as if we are in a lecture. The social commentary is there, but overall this is a funky science fiction comedy featuring a trio of heroes I never knew I needed.

I need these 3 characters solving mysteries/conspiracies from the hood on a regular basis. Have the same actors (Boyega, Parris and Foxx) playing the pimp, dope boy, and ho uncovering everything from aliens, secret experiments, and every conspiracy of this generation. These three have amazing chemistry and riff jokes off each other so well. Their constant bickering was hilarious. The balance of these personalities clashing and complimenting each other... it’s genuinely great! If nothing else that’s the takeaway from They Cloned Tyrone - these three together are a match made in heaven. 

It’s fun science fiction shenanigans all around, however this movie does suffer from a shed load of plot holes. Especially at the end where our heroes infiltrate the underground base, a lot of things only worked out because they needed to, and real life they would have all been caught/stopped without any issue. But it’s a harmless comedy so I am happy to forgive these. It very much takes inspiration from various movie auteurs such as Jordan Peele, Stephen King, and Edgar Wright as well as having a Stranger Things vibe throughout. If you like the actors and enjoy old-school sci-fi, then you should go and check out why they cloned Tyrone. 

Overall score: 6/10

#they cloned tyrone #netflix #juel taylor #john boyega #teyonah parris #jamie foxx #kiefer sutherland #j alphonse nicholson #2023 #2023 in film #2023 films #they cloned tyrone review #the worlds end #movie #film #movie reviews #film reviews #science fiction #comedy #mystery #thriller #action #blaxploitation #streaming

[richaldis]

The cocktail menu of the bar AS was drinking at;

Prairie Oyster

Tomato Yolk, Horseradish Vodka, Oloroso Sherry, Shallots, Pepper Sauce, Celery Salt, Oyster Leaf

House Martini

Caper Leaf - Dry Martini - Woodland - Terruno

Apple & Hay Bellini

Apple & Hay Puree, Prosecco

Jasmine Kir**

Apricot, Jasmine, Champagne

Grand Margarita

Olmeca Altos Tequila, Grand Marnier, Ancho Chilli, Acidify Orange

Cameron’s Peach

Laphroaig 10, Creme de Peche, Orgeat, Lemon, Soda

Bloody Mary

Horseradish Vodka, Tomato Juice, Worcester Sauce, Lemon Juice, Pepper Distillate

Colombia Hi

La Hechicera Rum, Verjus, Bergamot, Candy Ginger, Gunpowder Tea, Soda

Heather Negroni

Gin, Campari, Sweet Vermouth, Heather Flower

A Cuppa Tea*

Cachaça, Earl Grey Tea, Soy Milk, All Spice Berries,Lime

HoneyMoon

Silent Pool Gin, Sweet Vermouth, Chestnut Honey, Kumquat Bitters

Rye, Rye

Sazerac Rye, Rye Bitters, Rye Syrup

House Manhattans

Steel Corp - Vintage El Presidente***

Funny how everyone was named in the pics - no one who could be V though :-)

[dangarretjournal]

Introduction

Pictured here is Dr. Daniel Garret. If you’re at all familiar with him, then it’s because of his contributions to the field of archaeology, or his rivalry with the man known as Maxwell Miracle (formerly Maxwell Grant). He went missing some time in the early ’80s, and this photo is the last one taken of him (I believe the context was he or someone else was showing off vintage camera equipment… I know it was nearly 40 years ago, but there were color photos back then). Due to his dedication to the field, he never really talked to his daughter, my mother. Consequently, she couldn’t really tell me much beyond him being an archaeologist and fighting in WW2 (which may as well be a freebie for people who were alive back then).

Recently, my mother died, meaning I inherited what could generously be referred to as clutter, some of it hers, and some of it inherited from my grandfather. Normally, I’d be the sort of person to maybe look there once and never again, but then I found something rather interesting; a paperblank diary with a blue scarab beetle engraved on the front (specifically the pattern used by the vigilante “The Scarab”, a very commonplace symbol used by people who were politically active in the 50s and 60s, unfortunately commodified by a company in the 70s who started slapping it on everything… including expensive notebooks. Based on his profession, I doubt Garret saw it as anything more than a beetle reminiscent of etchings found in Egypt). 

The contents of this diary are a good argument for the use of pencils. Many of the pages were written with ink (probably from a fancy fountain pen I found in a desk) that has since smudged and spread due to water damage from the condensation in the attic. A couple of pages were written in pencil, making them the most easily legible (though not by that much; sorry grandfather, but your handwriting could use a bit of work), and contained unexpected insights into the world of what he calls “Capers” (an archaic term for vigilantes and superhumans coined by newspapers in the 40s), including many claims that are largely unknown to those who study this bizarre area of history. 

Mixed in with this are incidents that Garret believes relate to a folkloric figure known as “Fantomah” that he focused his studies on later in life. Of course, some could argue that she was a very early example of a superhero, what with how most stories around her talk about protecting people from invaders, but I’d argue that her system of punishment isn’t really in line with the typical Caper. 

Because of this (and, admittedly, a hope to know more about my grandfather), I’ve set about transcribing as many pages as I can. My hope is that his unique insights will garner the interest of historians who I may be able to send the journal so that the rest of the pages can be transcribed. Until then, these are pages from the journal of Dr. Garret.

Sincerely, Gale Porter

P.S. From now on, all notes from me will be italicised, and all excerpts from the journal will be normal.