#͙͘͡★ rel. bob

[swashbucklcr]

( @starbvund from Bob ) "All right I see yer rum over there. I raise ya that homegrown moonshine is better. Will melt the paint off your house." Bob was already piling more ingredients into this barrel. In the process of making said moonshine that smelled rather potent.

@starbvund | BOB

"The fuck do I want melted paint for, Bob?" Finn asked, striding toward the source of the moonshine stench and peering down into the container. "Mate, have you ever thought of enjoying the taste of a drink? This shit looks like it'll just burn you from the inside out... but..." Finn studied the concoction for a long moment, his mind sluggish from the rum but still turning over ideas.

"This stuff’s gotta be flammable as the Hells. Bottle it up, lob it at a few goblins, and get the wizards to light it up. What do you think? Instant bonfire, goblin-style." He grinned, the glint of mischief in his eyes betraying his excitement at the potential plan.

[miupow]

투모로우바이투게더 一 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌。

★ pairing。txt x fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎g。⧼ 📖 ⧽ smut , pwp ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cw。dom!txt , unprotected sex , creampie mentions , men whimpering and moaning 🙏 , praise kink , dirty talk , pet names/name calling (bitch is used in bg’s sorry) , breeding kink if you squint | to library。

notes from lia。inspired by a skz post i saw on my dash teehee >_< a little drabble thingie to help me get back into the swing of writing ! hope you enjoy~ <3

수빈 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

while soobin is a yapper outside of bed, he’s relatively quiet in it— that being said, that doesn’t mean he isn’t noisy. cute little whines and whimpers spilling out from between his plush bunny lips, staccato moans that grow higher and higher in pitch the closer he gets to his orgasm. but god he’s anything but quiet when his climax overtakes him, his eyes rolling back in his head as he moans so deep and broken, a complete 180 from his falsetto hiccups from before >< he pants like a dog as he rides through it, hips stuttering and twitching like he can’t bare the thought of staying still. his big cock spills so much cum everywhere, thick and sticky, makes a complete mess wherever it lands (in your holes, on your face, on your tits, on his own hand and belly, etc..) immediately floods you with praise once he remembers how to speak again, he’s so sweet <3

“o-oh, fuck, bunny, i’m cumming—! t-take it all, that’s it, that’s a good girl…”

연준 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍

the prettiest porn star moans you’ll ever hear, pouty lips open in a perfect “o” <3 he gets so stupid on pussy he can’t even think straight, babbling complete nonsense cos he can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life !! his moans get so whiny and pathetic the closer he gets to his climax, his whimpers sounding almost like he’s crying as he’s chasing his orgasm <3 lets out one long, loud, shrill pretty whine when he cums, high pitched and needy, trailing off into broken little sobs as his hips keep thrusting like he’s trying to milk himself dry, he just can’t stop!! his face gets so pink when he cums too it’s so cute :( buries his face in ur neck to hide his embarrassment as he comes down from his high hehe huffing like he just ran a marathon

“oh god, baby, i’m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum, i c-can’t— w-where do you want it? i-inside?! oh, fuuck…”

범규 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔

throws his head back and lets out a moan so deep and broken it almost counts as a howl, so animalistic as his body shakes with his release. his pretty adam’s apple bobbing up and down his veiny neck, sucking on it will only make him cum harder <3 gets so loud you’re always worried he’ll wake up the neighbors, but if anything that’s what beomgyu wants— he loves letting everyone know how good you make him feel, how hard you make him cum with your pretty body beneath or on top of him ! won’t stop yapping even when he’s in the middle of the throws of his orgasm, stuttering out in his gravely low voice broken, nearly nonsensical dirty talk as he struggles to gain control back over his body <3 mixing up praise and degradation and everything in between, he’s just so cute you can’t help but giggle

“fuck, fuck, fuck! ‘m gonna cum, don’t fucking stop, shit—! fuck yes, take it, take this cum, that’s my girl, that’s my bitch!”

태현 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍

loses all composure once his climax starts creeping up on him, suddenly all he can think about is how badly he needs to cum!! he’s always so focused on your pleasure over his own, but once his orgasm is close he becomes nothing more than an animal !! huffing and puffing like he’s in the middle of a serious workout, so poised and focused even when his head is all empty except for pussy teehee <3 he’s always on the quieter side in bed but he gets pretty loud when he cums, crying out all high and whiny as he spills hot thick cum everywhere, preferably in your pussy, he hates letting his seed go to waste ! <3 sucking his dick is the best way to get him to get really noisy , he loses his mind with his cock in a tight wet throat <3 always grits his teeth and bares them like a predator, sharp canines on display with his pretty face all screwed up ..

“i-i— oh, fuck, fuck! i’m gonna cum if you keep doing that!”

휴닝카이 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐀𝐈

kai gets so lost in pleasure sometimes, he just can’t help but turn into a wild animal… and it’s even worse the closer he gets to his orgasm, the tightening knot in his belly all he can think about, focus on.. practically starts using you like nothing more than a pocket pussy , big hands grabbing tightly ahold of you and moving you against him however he wants, just lay still and take it!! <3 cums so hard he cries sometimes, pretty broken moans sounding like angel choruses, rendered completely unable to speak the closer and closer he gets! just grunting and moaning, slack jawed and cross eyed, pussy drunk and fucked stupid… his cry of relief gets so loud that sometimes he has to bite down on either a pillow or your flesh, just to keep from waking everyone up !! whiny, high pitched, almost a sob.. he sounds so completely broken when he cums, fat dick spurting so much cum it’s insane.. leaves the whole bed wet and messy with both yours and his release by the time he’s done with you <3

“i’m gonna cum, i’m— im cumming, baby, oh my god, please don’t stop! o-oh fuck, i’m cumming, i’m cumming—!”

[htchnr]

ミ★ unsure touches ꜜ ASH WILLIAMS.

𖦹 masterlist. 𖦹 buy me a coffee!

「 ꜜsummary,, comforting is something Ash has never learned or mastered. but when you come home worn out, he sucks it up and tries his best. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, old!Ash x younger!Reader ⋆ written with a burn out in mind ⋆ not mentioned age gap ⋆ Ash sucks at comforting but still tries ⋆ need this old man to tell me it's okay :,). ꜜwc,, 1,1k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

Ash no longer snapped up in panic as the door to his trailer opened, the telltale sound of your footsteps stepping into the space. he looks up from the crappy tv, tired eyes meeting your even more tired ones.

" heya, sweet cheeks, " he smiles, though the expression falters as he notices how worn out you look as you kick off your shoes and drop your jacket on top them. Ash never minded the mess, he knew he made enough of a mess that he can't be one to judge.

he watches with saddened eyes as you slowly make your way to the couch, pulling your uncomfortable jeans off before sinking down into the couch beside him. you exhale deeply, laying down with your head on his thigh as you curl up beside him.

Ash's brain malfunctions — he's never been one to comfort anyone. sure, he's patted Cheryl's shoulder when they were kids, or held his friends close to him in the horrific events of the cabin — but never has he had to comfort you in this way. worn down and exhausted from whatever happened to you today.

his flesh hand twitches, throat bobbing as he swallows. he apprehensively reaches his hand out, dipping between your arm and your ribs as he rests the warm prehensile against you. his thumb rubs unsure circles into the clothed skin, the rhythm faltering and speeding up.

you curl up tighter the moment his hand touches you and Ash flinches, nervous that he made a mistake. " you're doing okay, " you mumble, in response to his flinch. even when you're feeling so down, you manage to make him feel better.

the circles resume again, more firm and sure of themselves. " do you, want to talk about it? " he offers, pain and unsureness laced together. he hated seeing you like this. hell, he had never seen you like this before — the relationship was still relatively new, you had only been together for a little over eight months.

you shake your head against his thigh. okay, noted. he lets go of the breath he was holding, a sad frown now taking up residence on his face. what could have happened today? he knows that whenever you're ready you might tell him, but he's also swallowing down the fact that you might not want to share what happened and that he'll have to be fine with that.

he reluctantly lets his eyes return to the tv, though unable to pay attention to what was playing.

" what are you watching? " comes your quiet and slightly raspy voice after the longest ten minutes he's experienced.

he shrugs, " i think it's some fantasy thing, Thrones something, uh, " he trails, he hadn't been paying much attention to it when he turned the tv on when he got home, and he certainly wasn't able to pay much attention to it once you got home.

" Game of Thrones? " you offer, the scenery and characters looking vaguely familiar. it was probably a new episode.

" yeah, yeah! something like that, "

silence takes over the trailer once more, the only sound is the quiet noise coming from the tv. after a while he looks down at you again, noticing your slowed breathing. he reluctantly pulls his hand from your ribs, reaching for the remote to turn the tv off.

he stretches his arms above his head with quiet grunts, trying not to move too much. he lets his hand drift back down again, rough fingers gently stroking your hair. " lets get you to bed, yeah? " he whispers, his face scrunching up in displeasure as he lifts your head and gets up from the couch. you looked too peaceful to disturb. but he knew that sleeping on the couch would kill your back as well as his.

Ash stands before you, reaching down to lift you into his arms with low grunts as his body cracks at the movements. he carries you to the large, plush bed at the foot of the trailer, carefully laying you down. he pulls his own jeans off, leaving him in his underwear and his stained wife beater.

he watches you for a moment, brows still furrowed even in your light sleep. his own brows furrow at the sight as he kneels onto the bed and gets settled beside you, pulling the soft blankets up your figure. he tucks you in, gently pulling you against his chest. you shift in your sleep, tucking your head below his and nuzzling against his warm chest.

he sighs, his left arm wrapping around your waist as his hand lightly strokes your lower back. " you'll get through this, " his face twitches at his own words, so, unfamiliar on his tongue yet they feel right in this moment. " i know you can do this, sweetheart. "

you shift in your light sleep, curling up tightly against him at his words, your face twitching with sadness. it hurts him to see. " i'm here for you, always. " he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he shifts against the pillows.

he'll hold you close until it all hurts less, and even then, he won't let you go.

[orangeswithsquirrelfaces]

★Intro Post!!★

Salutations! Nice to see ya stopping by, why don’t ya grab a cup of tea and ignore the glitter sticking to every surface of this blog? Nobody knows where it came from. It’s probably maybe not radioactive or a biohazard.

Some important snippets that really nail down what who you’re witnessing:

I go by any pronouns, and my preferred name(s) are Meorey, Sunny, Lumen, and Rowan.

I have an art blog!! The URL is sunnysk3tches

I am genderfluid and aroaceflux, emphasis on the aroace part

I am a creative in many different ways, including visual art, writing, and crafting in many of its forms. I’m always looking for new ways to express that creativity!

I am relatively unhinged (no longer attached to the doorframe) and generally pretty cheeky. I don’t take myself too seriously, though I will respect you :]

I am an absolute nerd and know too much about too many topics for my own good

I am a safe person for all trans, queer, and otherwise not cishet individuals! Share your fun neopronouns with me!! :>

I am, to put it lightly, eccentric. I may go on long rambles, share my absurd sense of humor, flit from topic to topic like an over caffeinated moth, or use excessive metaphors and similes in speech though if you have trouble with those do ask for clarification! I won’t mind :)

I am a therian with a few notable theriotypes. Those include cat, moth, crow, and arctic fox.

Hmm, hmm, what now what now.. I suppose a list of things I adore?

★ Shows: Bob’s Burgers, The Good Place, Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, Carmilla, Ramshackle, Helluva Boss, Welcome To Hell, The Owl House, The Great British Baking Show, and a lot more honestly

★ Video Games: Portal, Inscription, Pressure, Subnautica, Minecraft, The Sims 4, Hades, Dialtown, The Stanley Parable, etcetera etcetera

★ Podcasts: 99% Invisible, Welcome to Night Vale, What Roman Mars Can Learn About Con Law, The Magnus Archives, and more I can’t remember right now

★ Musicals: Heathers, SIX the Musical, 36 Questions, EPIC the Musical, Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along-Blog, Hazbin Hotel, etcetera etcetera

★ Books & Series’: The Skyward Trilogy (and counting? By Brandon Sanderson), The Toby Daye Series (Seanan McGuire), The Sabriel series (Garth Nix), The Manual Of The Planes (D&D book), and probably some I'm forgetting

★ Songs: Butcher Vanity (Flavor Foley), A Human’s Touch (TWRP), The Dismemberment Song (Blue Kid), Writing On The Wall (Will Stetson), Igaku (Trickle), and MANY more I couldn’t possibly list them all..

★ Miscellaneous: (Any unique artistic style such as ascii, hyperpop, found object, etc), (random shiny lights for I am a moth at heart and own many, too many for my own good), (creative and delicious drinks like boba tea, those interesting sodas where you pop down the lid, and any odd flavor of fanta), (anything outdoorsy or nature related, many have described me as having a strong connection with nature and I couldn’t agree more), (collecting random shiny trinkets like a crow)

And now, it is time for you to witness my coveted userbox hoard!

Oh, and important generic DNI to zoos, pedos, TERFs, and proshippers

To everyone else, welcome to my radioactive vessel for glitter and sleep deprivation! Have fun taking mass amounts of psychic damage!

Feel free to send asks, like posts, reblog, or interact with this post in any sfw way!! I’m not a stickler on how you enjoy my blog, if you ever do :)

Tags: squirrel’s art, squirrel’s ramblings, squirrel’s terrors, squirrel’s worlds

!!This mortal vessel is subject to change!!

[amoirsetpacis]

★ --;; The port where Vash's mechanical arm it connects to the rest of him itches; it hasn't been much help in this situation, either. While he could deal relatively easily with the changes to his own organic hand, the irritation from his prosthetic makes his skin crawl every time he becomes aware of it-- something he'd thought he'd grown out of decades ago.

The lights serve as just enough of a distraction though, causing the sky and snow both to almost glitter. Warmth against Vash's palm is as well; steals his gaze away from the heavens and thoughts away from too many pinpricks to his cabin-fever addled sanity. HIs smile is easy and instant despite all those things, too; Wolfwood's hair (nd therefore, buts of plumage ) sits at weird angles at the back of his head from where his hair's wet. It's cute.

The crinkle of paper reaches his ears first, followed by the reflective shine meeting his eyes right after, and any of the remaining niggling of annoyances ceases, gaze fixated as he tilts his palm back and forth. At his back, his wings ruffle a bit against the snow where the tips of them sweep against it.

"Don't let the cat get it," he murmurs, eyes wide. "She'll probably try to eat it." Whereas the both of them are far more likely to simply befall to the far less egregious crime of hoarding, regardless of whether or not the soft little nest of blankets they've made for themselves in the living room has any height to it to hide all their shiny little bits and bobs away in.

Without warning, though, a cold gust lashes through what remains of the garden, buffeting up against Vash's side, knocking him over with its suddenness and sending his weight firmly into Wolfwood's with a yelp of surprise; snow banks are disrupted, sending flakes flying upwards instead of drifting lazily to the ground. And along with it, the shiny foil that had been resting in Vash's palm. So much for distractions.

It's hard to keep all these feathers under his clothes—he's not sprouted any wings as of yet, but the feathers are still puffing out from his back and shoulders, and the growth is both a little painful and a little itchy. He's already caught himself picking at them before and rubbing his back against random things in the house to relieve the itch.

Vash, while used to sprouting feathers, still seems to be having a pretty difficult time. This many probably isn't bringing back any good memories. Wings, too, probably. They're giant, cumbersome things and they don't get a lot of room to stretch. Probably not a good idea for Vash to walk outside shirtless in this weather to let them breathe.

Hmm.

Wolfwood sits up when Vash sits down. The back of his head is wet from the snow. He reaches over, taking hold of the other's hand. His own nails have started becoming... a little pointed, making gloves hard to use, but he's finding that his hands aren't getting all that cold. Still, the warmth of another's is welcome.

"It is," he agrees. The way the colors reflect off the snow, making the expanse of white sparkle, tickles his brain in a good way. Wolfwood scoots closer, pressing up against Vash's side. He always runs warm. It's comfortable. "Hey, check this out."

He digs into his coat pocket. Something crinkles in there. When he pulls it out, it's revealed to be a candy wrapper he forgot to toss some time ago. The reflective material glints in the light. Wolfwood's feathers puff. He turns his head, face pressing into Vash's shoulder, grinning.

Gently, he turns Vash's hand over and places the wrapper in his palm.

[burgerdudes]

🍔 Review № 636 ━ 📍 Bill or Beak ★★★☆☆ • Bill or Beak, also known as BoB Burgers, have a small food stall in the busy Camden Market in North London. They've appeared in several lists of the city's best burgers, which of course made us curious. The menu was nice and simple with two options (as reflected in their name); a chicken burger and a smash burger. We ordered their smash burger with double beef patties, cheese, honey caramelised onions, pickles and burger sauce for 14 GBP (17.5 USD). • After jostling with thousands of other hungry guests at Camden's food market in chaotic conditions, our food still arrived relatively quickly, and we were actually impressed that the burger looked as good as it did. The super fluffy bun looked inviting and the smashed beef patties looked great with their golden brown crust. Unfortunately, the bread hadn't been toasted, which we suspected was more due to lack of time and space than carelessness. But it was a shame nonetheless. The honey caramelised onion was tasty, but the sweetness took over after a few bites, and together with the already sugary burger dressing the whole burger became a bit sickly sweet. It would have worked better if their pickles had managed to cut through the sweetness and create a better balance, but they were too bland to make a real impression. • Bill or Beak serve a decent street food burger and with some fine tuning they could go far. But if you only have one burger on the menu, it has to be more well-balanced than this one was to really stand out. ━ @billorbeak #burger #burgerdudes #england (at BILL OR BEAK) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqkCu5qrmyv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[plurestellae]

➘ ° ★ logan browning ? no, that's lennon scott wright, they're thirty years old. they're cisgender female and use she/her pronouns. they identify as bisexual, and their favorite song is i forgot you by phangs.

for more about lennon click here

“ now I can't recall your face ”

Lennon was born and raised in Klover, Colorado

she is an only child

her father was in the military and her mother stayed at home

she has always been creative and bounced around outlets

she still goes back to music

she used to sing in bars on karaoke nights and get hollers to continue by patrons

after high school she married her high school sweetheart and moved to Seattle for his job

he ended up leaving her for another woman before he knew she was pregnant

Lennon is the mother to a beautiful little girl named Elisha, she’s 5 years old

Lennon moved back to Klover before Elisha’s birth and started building a hair salon

she is relatively popular these days

bits and bobs

Lennon’s favorite season is winter, but she doesn’t love driving in the snow

her least favorite flower is an orchid because her ex-husband used to give them to her on their anniversary

she is known to be very maternal towards her friends and family and will often put their needs before her own

Lennon is allergic to peanuts

she actually loves children’s movies and has no problem watching them over and over

[natehoodreviews]

The Addams Family ★★★

[This piece was originally published in the newsletter for the First Presbyterian Church of Delray Beach.]

The essential irony of the Addams Family franchise is that, from its start as a long-running series of cartoons in The New Yorker in the late 1930s, the series has revolved around one of the healthiest, most loving families in American fiction. They might be macabre monstrosities who spend much of their time trying to maim or murder each other, but few families this side of anodyne 1950s sitcoms so cherish one another’s company and take pride in their bizarre eccentricities. Their love of the twisted and corrupt makes their virtues shine that much brighter. Consider the stark contrast between the utterly selfless devotion portly paterfamilias Gomez Addams feels for his spindly wife Morticia—a few words of French from her lips are enough to inspire in him paroxysms of maddened passion—when compared to any number of television couples featuring a stern, clear-headed wife and a dundering boob of a husband. While cultural commentators can re-examine the Kramdens and the Bunkers and find startling symptoms of festering resentment and even spousal abuse, nobody in their right mind could accuse the same of the Addams. Likewise one could never imagine Gomez strangling his chubby son Pugsley like Homer Simpson does Bart or mocking his gloomy daughter Wednesday like Peter Griffin does Meg. They are the model of a perfect nuclear family, albeit one living in a haunted Victorian mansion with a Frankenstein butler and a revolving cast of physically repugnant relatives.

Though the Addams Family were a smash hit in the Sixties due to their classic ABC show and in the Nineties for a trilogy of (more or less) successful live action movies and a popular Hanna-Barbera cartoon, America’s favorite haunted family has lain largely dormant for the past few decades—at least until now with the release of The Addams Family, a 3D computer-animated film that seeks to tell the origin story of how they came to be. The film begins with Gomez (Oscar Isaac) and Morticia (Charlize Theron) fleeing the “Old Country” after their wedding gets interrupted by a mob of pitchfork wielding villagers. Never mind that in other incarnations of the Addams Family they probably would’ve found an old fashioned lynch mob charming—something has to get them to America. And to America they go, or more specifically the wickedest, ugliest, and most disgusting place imaginable therein: New Jersey. They take up residence in an abandoned insane asylum on the top of a mountain and set about having a family. Flash forward thirteen years and two children later and the Addams are threatened by reality TV show host Margaux Needler (Allison Janney), a Julia Child-meets-Bob Vila type who renovates houses into plasticine pastel-smeared nightmares. Her efforts to create a planned community not-so-subtly named “Assimilation” at the foot of the Addams’ mountain forces them to interact with their Normal-with-a-capital-N neighbors for the first time. After a disastrous reception in the town square, Margaux schemes to kick them out of town before Assimilation’s big prime-time reveal on her show.

Some commentators have mentioned that the film significantly tones down the darker material of the earlier live action movies which occasionally veered away from the campy and mischievous to the outright horrifying and cruel—the 1993 movie Addams Family Values sees Wednesday burn a children’s summer camp to the ground. And indeed much of the playful shock value has been watered down: Margaux is a particularly underwhelming villain when compared to past Addams foes like Debbie Jellinsky (Joan Cusack) from Family Values who wanted not just to rob the family but to murder them. But the series’ standby themes of individuality versus conformity and family acceptance still shine through. Of the many subplots, the most rewarding sees Wednesday (Chloë Grace Moretz) befriend Margaux’s lonely, disaffected daughter Parker (Elsie Fisher) and rebel against her family as only a preadolescent life-time goth girl can: wearing pink dresses and unicorn hair clips. In the end the Addams are welcomed by their neighbors in Assimilation, Wednesday returns to the fold, and the Addams resume their place as the most well-adjusted family in American media this side of the Belchers from Bob’s Burgers.

But what of the movie itself as an entertainment? Well, despite its infantilized treatment of the family it still provides enough creative set-pieces and heart-warming character moments to please both fans and newcomers. The 3D character designs and animation by Cinesite Studios really pop and lead to some creative gags that would’ve been impossible in live-action, mostly involving Thing, the disembodied hand that functions as a secondary butler/attendant around the mansion. The one sore spot is the film’s treatment of Gomez’s loving yet moronic (and indestructible) brother Uncle Fester (Nick Kroll): he’s saddled with some of the queasiest and most groan-inducing one-liners in recent kid’s movie history. Can we all please agree that when a character non-ironically quips “I can see my house from here” while up high on a ledge, roof, or mountain the writers should get an electric shock? I think I know a family up in New Jersey that could help us set the whole thing up…

[vinylspinning]

David Bowie: Hunky Dory (1971)

My desire to score a vintage copy of Hunky Dory (rather than one of the recent, very decent reissues) backfired when I snagged this album at a record show, only to notice later it was pressed on RCA’s fragile Dynaflex ... I suppose it’ll tide me over until I upgrade.

Coincidentally, Bowie, too, was “upgrading” himself on this historic LP, following his trend-chasing salad days and the intriguing, proto-metallic detour of The Man Who Sold the World, which really was as much Mark Ronson’s album as it was David’s.

Not Hunky Dory -- though I’m still not sure if it was all Bowie, or all everybody else, for it was here that David started openly (and sometimes shamelessly) adapting the art and artists who inspired him to develop his own musical persona. 

Said influences ranged from relatively oblique thematic borrowings from Nietzsche for “Oh! You Pretty Things” and “Quicksand,” to the self-explanatory side two trio of “Andy Warhol,” “Song for Bob Dylan,” and the Lou Reed tribute “Queen Bitch.”

Heck, even “Kooks,” dedicated to David’s newborn son, was built out of Neil Young spare parts, but this creative approach did generate at least two career-defining compositions that transcended all of their references and now sound like quintessential Bowie.

The first was “Changes,” which became a manifesto for David’s chameleonic career, ever shifting to absorb trends so fresh he could often take credit for inventing them, when all he was really doing was preemptively elevating them out of the underground art scene.

The second was the pivotal “Life on Mars?” (featuring Yes keyboard wiz Rick Wakeman on piano and string charts by Ronno), which neatly bridged the novelty hit of “Space Oddity” to the looming Ziggy Stardust character, and is frequently singled out as his finest song.

More’s the reason that it emerged from the album that, perhaps more than any other, helped to determine David Bowie’s constantly evolving modus operandi for the rest of his career.

More David Bowie: The Man Who Sold the World, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, Aladdin Sane, Diamond Dogs, Young Americans, Station to Station, Low, “Heroes”, Lodger, Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps), Baal EP, Let’s Dance, Tonight, Labyrinth, The Next Day, ★.

[biofunmy]

Chuck Lorre’s latest could be great

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A new season means you need a new show to watch. Here are five series coming this fall. USA TODAY

Where do you go after the “Big Bang”? Back to basics. 

Sitcom king Chuck Lorre, the producer behind massive hits such as “The Big Bang Theory” and “Two and a Half Men,” brings his most surprising series yet to CBS this fall, the sweet and earnest “Bob Hearts Abishola” (Mondays, 8:30 EDT/PDT, ★★★ out of four).

As the title suggests, the series is about Bob (Lorre alum Billy Gardell, “Mike and Molly”) and his romantic pursuit of Abishola (Folake Olowofoyeku), a  Nigerian immigrant and Bob’s cardiac nurse after the goofy compression sock salesman has a heart attack. He develops a crush on her, which Abishola initially dismisses due to his weakened state. Abishola’s Aunt Olu (Shola Adewusi), Uncle Tunde (Barry Shabaka Henley), and friend Kemi (Gina Yashere) push her to date him, but Bob respectfully takes things slowly, and  by Monday’s third episode, Abishola starts warming to him. 

Billy Gardell as Bob and Folake Olowofoyeku as Abishola in “Bob Hearts Abishola.” (Photo: CBS)

Although the jokes are broad and the studio audience laughter as loud and long as any other Lorre show, there’s something quiet, simple and satisfying about “Abishola” that makes it stand out among the producer’s canon. It’s a basic romantic comedy about an unlikely pair, but the people involved, and the way the romance is framed, make it feel refreshingly new. 

TV history is littered with unrequited pining of men that verges on harassing behavior (even gems like “Brooklyn Nine-Nine” are guilty), and it’s easy to see how “Abishola” could have gone that route. But Bob isn’t forcing his affections on Abishola, just hoping short dates over tea and learning a bit of her native language will make him more attractive. He’s not a jerk, a buffoon or an alpha male, but simply a decent guy with a crush. 

Vernee Watson as Gloria, Gina Yashere as Kemi and Folake Olowofoyeku as Abishola in “Bob Hearts Abishola.” (Photo: Michael Yarish/CBS)

Abishola also feels quietly revolutionary. An immigrant who embraces her Nigerian roots and her American home (the series is set in Detroit), she’s not a caricature nor the butt of racist jokes. It helps that the series is partially written by people with the experiences it endeavors to portray. Yashere steals scenes as Kemi, but she’s also a writer on the series, and British Nigerian. She imbues her culture into the show in an authentic way. One scene in which Abishola, Kemi and their African American co-worker Gloria (Vernee Watson) discuss different ideologies among African women and African American women is  nuanced and evolved, funny without making fun of anyone.

Abishola’s over-involved family and friends make delightful supporting characters. But the show’s main problems are on Bob’s side of the emoji heart.

Travis Wolfe Jr. as Dele, Barry Shabaka Henley as Uncle Tunde and Shola Adewusi as Auntie Olu in “Bob Hearts Abishola.” (Photo: Sonja Flemming/CBS)

His family (including several relatives who work with him at the sock company)  verges on grating.  The constant fat jokes feel wildly off-key in this environment. Lorre already gave us years of ill-mannered weight “humor” on “Mike” that wasted the talents of Gardell and co-star Melissa McCarthy. Lorre has clearly grown up so much, it’s worth noting that Abishola is his first lead character of color. It’s a mystery why this lowest-common-denominator joke survives. 

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But if “Abishola” can move its main couple into a romance at a slow but steady pace and still find comedy once the relationship status is a little more official, Lorre may have another long-lasting sitcom on his hands. It probably won’t  have the volume or flair of “Big Bang,” but going small and subtle can work just as well. 

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