#...or whiskey i guess

[dimpletheheck]

It's a bell🔔⭐

Drew the best girl💅

She needs a raise.

Get yourself a dog who can tell you your island evals and then beat you tf up.

We love to see a powerful woman on the go👑

[hallowshumour]

🐂🔥🍖‼️

[xxplastic-cubexx]

idec anymore. sending this out into the wild

[hornfreaker]

can i be controversial. the terms TME and TMA are inherently just another binary that is used to sort you into one or the other based on your genitals and the fact that the queer community uses it because it's somehow more "progressive" than the other binaries we've been forced into pisses me off. it does not account for the existence of intersex people it does not account for people who are supposedly TME experiencing trans-based misogyny (citing them as outliers that shouldn't be counted on the "rare" occasions it does happen ???) it doesn't account for people who "look TME" but are actually TMA or vice versa, it's just. a whole fucking row of hoops to jump through. it's an incredibly online terminology and no one uses this shit in real life. no one irl will look and you and think ah yes you are obviously Transmisogyny Applicable which means i don't want to interact with you and will instead find someone Transmisogyny Exempt. trans people irl will just say hey man how's it going what are your pronouns

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

coney island x mbobhft

WHAT A COMPLETE SHOCK I WONDER WHAT INSTIGATED THIS /ijbol

Sorry for putting you on blast friend but also this is a very unique experience we share 😂

Ah, London N6, a night that will live in infamy for many reasons, not the least of which being IT WAS RARE WE WERE THERE WE REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL.

As many of you will know (and @claudiajcregg literally witnessed next to me as I mouthed WHAT THE FUCK), this is the mashup that broke my brain because it made my third eye open in the rafters of fuckass Wembley Stadium.

Warning: this is going to be a very long one because I am far too personally invested in it 😂

(It's so interesting seeing it from this angle head-on given that we were behind the stage 😂 I don't think I've ever seen it properly lol.)

First of all, My Boy was one of those songs that I loved as a bop when TTPD came out, but then when the voice memo version was released last summer (iirc a few weeks before this?) it made the song click even more pointedly because it made it infinitely sadder (and clearer and maybe confirmed my own inklings but anyway). Looking over my blog archives the day it was released is a trip because it can just be summed up as: IT'S SO FUCKING SAD! The idea that someone who you considered your closest confidant also being the one to help break you into a million more pieces? Devastating! "It sounds sad because I'm sad in general," ugh. But I digress.

Then you have Coney Island, which is where I confess that despite evermore being my favourite album, the song was one I didn't particularly gravitate towards. It's beautiful! It's evocative! It just wasn't one that like, permeated my consciousness all that much. It was one of those "wow she's sure telling a sad story with pretty words" type of things. Until, of course, she combined it with My Boy to maximize their joint slay that wrecked my brain and made me reconsider BOTH of them.

OK ENOUGH BACKSTORY LET'S GET TO THE PLOT 😂

Should've known it was only a matter of time, my boy only breaks his favourite toys... Break my soul in two, looking for you but you're right here, and if I can't relate to you anymore, then who am I related to? I loooooooove that transition! Again, one of the fun parts of the mashups that has become more evident as I've been on this exercise is that sometimes you can see the "hook" lyrically of what makes her craft the mashup. Here, it's the break toys/break my soul parallel.

And I *think* this might have been the point at which my brain went WAIT WHAAAAAAAAAAT in real time lmao. Again, I don't know why Coney Island never quite rooted itself in my brain, although thinking back on it, I do wonder if the fact that it's a duet played a role in that; as someone who tends to gravitate towards melody/sound before lyrics, maybe the fact that it's split between Matt Berninger and Taylor just made the story "split" in my brain? I don't know, but Taylor playing it on her own on the piano somehow made it click haha.

So back to the story of the mashup: You have the start of the story about the a cycle of depression (voices in his head), resentment (only breaks his favourite toys) and lashing out (I'm queen of sandcastles he destroys). And the cycle is on both parts tbh (sickest army doll/rivulets descend my plastic smile). It's a contrast to the early days of the relationship, where she felt like they were something special (but you should have seen him when he first got me/it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night), even though reality would set in and destroy it.

So then enter Coney Island, where she/the narrator is saying: you keep breaking me because you're pulling away from me (ostensibly because of said cycle) and I don't know why. You used to be the person I relied on the most in this world, and now I feel like half of me is drifting away. (At least, that's how I read "break my soul in two.") Like, this person is still physically there, but in every other respect, they're a million miles away. (Looking for you, but you're right here.) You used to be my everything, my other half, but if you're now pulling away from me, how am I supposed to exist in this world without you? (if I can't relate to you, then who am I related to?)

So admittedly this is where the duet vs. solo gets complicated in the narrative lol and I'm probably going to contradict myself just as a warning. But the theme from the start of My Boy is totally reflected in, "If this is the long haul, how did we get here so soon? Did I close my fist around something delicate, did I shatter you?" Again, the idea of: this was supposed to be our forever, yet it seems like we have just hit the beginning of the end. Was it something I did? Did I break you the way you've broken me? Is that why I'm in so much pain? IT'S SO SAD. (And again: is not only very similar to the theme of My Boy, but IMO of TTPD in general.)

The chorus of Coney Island is what this mashup REALLY illuminated for me: The idea of remembering the good times at a spot that used to be yours together, and wondering how the hell you lost sight of each other (lol) and ended up here, broken and alone. "Sorry for not making you my centrefold, over and over" is so ouchie because if it's the narrator singing that, it could almost be a little resentful, like, "I made you the centre of my universe, sorry I couldn't keep doing it again," but if it's the subject, it's like, "sorry I could never prioritize you the way you did me," and either way it's SAD.

"Lost again with no surprises, disappointments close your eyes and it gets colder as the sun goes down," REALLY got me, because it's just so resigned! Like, you keep expecting things to get better, but they don't, and you're just continually disappointed and floored with every setback. There's no grand gesture, no magic cure to save the day, everything just wilts and fades away. "It gets colder and colder as the sun goes down," is just like... all the life in your home and your relationship bleeding out like, well, death by a thousand cuts.

The bridge of Coney Island finally really hit me here because it's like the promise of youth being completely replaced by the jadedness of adulthood. "Were you waiting at our old spot in the tree line by the gold clock, did I leave you hanging every single day?" to me just feels like: I knew you were waiting for me [to join you-- and IMO that's a metaphor for "you were waiting for me to be ready for our plans"], but I kept stalling and with every day that I stalled I hurt you even more. Obviously this may be reading too much into it, but I could make a case for the "old spot by the tree line" being a stand-in for a familiar beloved space (e.g. home) and the gold clock being a stand-in for counting down to life plans that had once been on a timeline that no longer were. But this is getting deep into literary analysis instead of a walk down memory lane with the mashup itself 😂 Anyhoo this just gave me more thoughts about another song but we are not going there on main.

And of course, "did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray a universe away" ties into so much of what we hear on TTPD (and imo much of rep through Midnights too), but also calls back to "here we go again, the voices in his head call the rain to end our days of wild," in the My Boy intro of this mashup. Like I said, this is where the duet vs. solo gets complicated if you're looking at it from a performance point of view here 😂 but it makes sense to me. (And to borrow from twitter brain rot, it fits my narrative.) But, this person drifting away emotionally and taking it out on her (a universe away) completely tears her world apart and turns her world into sadness in kind. (Which: again, is the theme of My Boy too.)

And maybe my favourite part of the mashup, thematically and sonically because it brings it all together:

When I got into the accident, the sight that flashed before me was your face, but when I walked up to the podium, I think that I forgot to say your name... but just say when I'd play again, he was my best friend down at the sandlot, I felt more when he played pretend than with all the Kens, cause he took me out of my box, stole my tortured heart, left all these broken parts, told me I'm better off, but I'm not.

It's this idea of: this person loves you more than anything (e.g. your face being the first they see when their life flashes before their eyes), but being unable to show you that kind of love and taking you for granted in spite of it (forgot to say your name). Like, I'd die for you, but I still can't be there for you. THAT IS HEAVY. (Yes, complicated by duet/solo, no, I don't care.) And in spite of it all, I would have still tried again! (And she did, ahem.) Because even when you hurt me, I still loved you more than anyone else! This love felt like it was worth more than the pain it caused, even when I was denying how much it was hurting me! I somehow believed you every time, but I know it was killing me. OOF.

(I could say "told me I'm better off, but I'm not," sounds like "You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?" but I don't mean to veer into muse discourse because the mashup stories stand alone on their own etc.)

In the end, it comes down to "he saw forever, so he smashed it up." If you're looking at it as one full story, My Boy is like the context about the dark place they both find themselves in, and Coney Island fills in the lines about how said boy broke said favourite toy, little by little, until it turns into the destructive force you find in My Boy that leaves her in pieces to pick up on her own. And this is a case where the mashup really deepened my understanding of BOTH songs! Coney Island wasn't just a tale of fading love in the backdrop of the place of childhood dreams, it's a whole metaphor for a shared life disintegrating. And while I got the themes of My Boy instantly, pairing it with a song that's a little more grounded in reality kind of highlights the darkness behind the toy box conceit even further. My Boy sets the stage for the fallout from mental health and personal struggles, and Coney Island shows how that happens.

As an aside, she does some incredible things vocally in this mashup, and the way she belts out "I'm not" repeatedly is one of them! The power! The emotion! Master class in using your voice as a tool to tell a story! From the first quiet "I'm not," to the final angry one, it is a journey!!!

Thank you so much for this bestie!!!! It took me literal hours but it was worth it 😂 Aaah August 2024 you will always be famous.

(And for everyone else: we are still on a moratorium for mashup madness asks because I still have too many to go through lol. I will let y'all know when I am accepting requests again!)

[thelaurenshippen]

hi! I hope you're doing well.

apologies if this has already been asked, but I was wondering: what made you decide to record Breaker Whiskey on an authentic 1970s radio? did you find the radio first, then get the idea, or did you buy it specially for the show?

thank you for creating such a brilliant show, and have a great day!

hey!! I don't believe this has been asked, thank you for asking it!

I bought the radio specifically for the show. when I was first figuring out the details of the show - the fact that it would be CB radio transmissions, the years it would be taking place (based in part on when CB radios would have been still used but no longer licensed to the same extent) - I had to figure out how best to make it. I knew I wanted the show to be as lo-fi and low lift as possible, so I wanted to keep the sound design I had to do to a minimum. thankfully, my partner is a sound designer/sound engineer/general sound wizard, so I was able to pick his brain about whether it would be possible to record through a CB. and he was like, "yeah, probably".

so then it was to ebay I went! iirc, I think I spent about forty bucks on the CB - making sure to get one that was listed as definitely functioning - and then it was just a matter of taking it apart to clean it thoroughly (people used to smoke literally constantly, and as someone who a) can't stand that smell and b) fixes up old typewriters, I'm familiar with this particular issue) and then getting the right cables to connect it all to my audio interface! I do have an antenna for it, so it does work, but I don't have the antenna hooked up when I record.

I hope that answers your question! it is specifically a 1976 Midland radio. incidentally, the emergency radio I have in my go bag in my car, which has USB ports and everything, is also Midland. they figured out how to do a thing well and never stopped.

I hope you have a great day as well! thank you for listening!

[try-set-me-on-fire]

I bet on losing dogs

I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place

By the ring

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down

I'll be there on their side

I'm losing by their side

[cyellolemon]

Whiskey Trio

[sarcosmiiic]

in case yall didnt know renthedog is my dad and dolly parton is my mom. hope this helps

[i-eat-mold]

I love that Too Sweet by Hozier has all kinds of people blasting this song like. People who have never had a sip of whiskey, take coffee with an unhealthy amount of creamer and go to sleep before 11pm, just as much as us insomniacs who have to drown in sleeping pills every night, who drink probbaly more than they should and who take coffee for the sole purpose of not dropping dead in the middle of the day. We unite under this song.

[catz4ever]

Just found out today that our beautiful Sam Hazeldine is 52 years old.

I'm sorry... 😳

WHAT!?! EXCUSE ME?!

He's two years older than Joseph Mawle and walking around like this?!

[berdyayeva]

i don’t think harry du bois is particularly good at sex but i do think he eats pussy and sucks cock like a starved man. also not saying he’s particularly good at it either, very little actual technique, he’d just be really eager. good if you like comical levels of sloppiness and don’t mind some accidental teeth.

[dracrownian]

For the micro stories ask, 15 (trembling hands) with Akai please :)

I'm sorry or you're welcome. I don't know where this came from.

(for the micro stories ask.)

15. trembling hands // Akai. (warning: I feel like this needs some kind of warning, but I'm not sure what. so I'm just going to say "warning: Scotch" and I'm sure you can imagine what that entails.)

Don’t hesitate!

His heart pounding in his chest, Shuuichi wills his hands not shake. He knows what happens if he fails here. He can’t let it happen again. The cool metal barrel of his revolver bites into his skin, already chilled from the December air.

You hesitate, he dies.

“Listen to me, Scotch!” he pleads; he’d get on his hands and knees and beg if it didn’t mean letting go of the gun. “You don’t have to do this! Trust me, you don’t want to do this!”

“I know what I’m doing.” His tone is clipped, his eyes wild. “Let go.”

The wind picks up, howling in his ears, as heavy, harried footsteps thump on concrete stairs.

It’s just Rei; there’s still time!

“My name is Akai Shuuichi-”

BANG!

Pain rips through him from behind and he gasps, before, suddenly, he’s no longer on the rooftop. He’s sitting up in bed, covered in a sheen of sweat, hands trembling, tears at the corners of his eyes.

Early morning sunlight filters through the blinds, and he grabs his phone to check the date.

December 7, 5:03 AM.

He has another chance. This time, he’ll get it right.

[ideasnstuff]

Dazai's headcanon

He drinks "double black"

And it started as a joke between him and Mori.

I will write something soon about this.

[wiskiemonk]

the questionable devil's bargain that is falling deep for one of the Joui 4 ships (among the most popular in Gintama, a rare Monk W!) except the specific one your tiny cluster of brain cells has opted to go all-in on happens to be the least popular by quite a long margin

how bad can it possibly be, I asked myself?

the answer is 'bad'

[paranormaltheatrekid]

the holy trinity

red wine jaime

whiskey jaime

tequila jaime