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inthedarkestofplaces · 2 months ago

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As I lay in bed getting ready for a 10 trip I have some thoughts so personal rant time.

I’m nervous as fuck for London. Like I know it’s going to be amazing but I’m very worried I will stick out as a big dumb American and also that I won’t be able to control myself and I’ll offend so many people by mimicking their accents. I’m really going to try and just keep interactions minimal.

I’ve been trying not to romanticize this trip and make it some big thing in my head because I always do that even with little weekend trips to a city 3 hours away and they never live up to my romanticized version. Like I keep jokingly saying I’m gonna find a husband over there to get me out of this shit hole country (I know it’s not great there either but at least they don’t have a Cheeto) but the rational side of me knows that’s not going to happen because guys don’t acknowledge my existence unless I work with them and they have to ✌🏻

I’ve been going to the gym a few days a week for the last month or so and I’ve been watching what I eat because I would like to lose weight. I kept saying if I could just lose 5 pounds before this trip I’ll feel so much better on it and here I am, getting ready to leave and I’ve actually gained a few pounds so that’s super fucking fun for me. My period is due to start any day now and I’m terrified it’s going to start when I’m in the middle of Camden market or something. So because of that I’m already like on edge and irritable.

Speaking of being irritable. So my best friend lives in my basement - we turned it into an apartment to get her out of a bad relationship I’m talking it’s a one bed one bath apartment down there but not legally since it’s partially underground, anyway - and I feel like I’m being taken super advantage of. She’s supposed to pay half of the rent and half of the bills. Well April is almost over and she hasn’t paid me her half and she hasn’t paid a utility bill since Feb. but she went to a concert tonight with the friends she’s trying to replace me with. She also owes my mom a fuck ton of money because I stuck my neck out and vouched for her and I’m really tired of hearing about it. Like if my “landlord” wasn’t my grandmother this wouldn’t be okay at all - I say landlord but it’s really a rent to own agreement and she gave me authority to basically do what I wanted to the house hence the basement reno - like whatever if you can’t pay it now just say something dude but instead I get ignored for a boy and shiny new friends who like the bands she likes. Ask me when the last time her and I just hung out was. February. And it was a 24 hour trip to nyc that I fuckin funded. Before that? Dunno. We don’t just hang out and go to lunch or go to a local show. She never asks me to do that stuff but she surely asks her other friends. Every single weekend. But it’s cool I’ll stay home and let your elderly dogs out while you’re out having fun and make sure that the bills get paid on time so that you can sit downstairs with your weird boy not friend and stream movies into the wee hours of Monday morning.

Meanwhile, I’ve been trying to make friends myself because we are going to LTL in September and then the weekend after I bought tickets to see sleep token in Cleveland. They are one of if not my favorite band. She doesn’t care for them. Last year we went to when we were young fest in Vegas and it was fine. A few bands I liked were there but it was more her scene. Well I funded that and I’m funding this trip so I decided where we are going. Anyway, I keep getting comments about me making her see sleep token twice in ten days and it’s like bro I never said you had to go to either. And that’s where me making friends comes in. I’m not going to let her being bored and miserable there ruin a festival where every single day there are bands I adore and listen to daily playing. Bands that mean a lot to me. I’m not going to let her standing there all cranky prevent me from having fun. We used to have so much fun at shows dancing and scream singing but now we just stand there. So I’ve been trying to talk to people in LTL pages to try and make friends to meet up with. It’s not going well because making friends as an adult is fucking hard dude. I’ve reconnected with someone from high school but I’m not taking him to either because that would be awkward - long story - so I’m starting to dread these shows in September and that’s not fucking fair.

We both like this band called Grayscale. Well they are opening for two other bands I don’t really care for and she bought tickets for me her and another friend of hers to go. This other friend really likes the second band playing. I’m super fucking tempted to tell her Krystal needs to take her to the show because I’m not staying after Grayscale. I don’t know the other bands and I’ve tried to get into them but it’s just not for me and I really don’t want to sit there for 2 hours on a work night not enjoying myself.

Anyway, she’s feeding my cats while I’m away and I’ve asked her all week to come up so I can show her how I feed them and she’s ignored it and she’s going to her parents - 3 hours away - tomorrow for her brothers birthday and I leave tomorrow so hopefully she gets what I say in the note I’m going to leave.

It’s been about a year that she’s lived in the downstairs apartment and over that year the feeling of being used has just been getting worse.

On the plus side I’m going to lie and tell her I didn’t sign up for the international plan so I’ll have 10 days away from these thoughts to think about how I’m going to handle it when I get back.

Oh and being gone and having a busy schedule for 10 days is crazy but when I get back it will be May and that’s means less than 10 days left until the new Sleep Token album and that’s very exciting for me.

Okay that’s all time for bed.

If for some reason you actually read this and I’m not just ranting to the ether, here have a cookie 🍪

#personal #personal rant

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badjokesbyjeff · 5 years ago

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A woman is walking through the park when she sees a very attractive man sitting on a park bench. He's reading a book and eating some fruit out of a Tupperware container. Slowly the woman gathers the courage to go ask the man out.

So, she walks over and takes a seat next to him on the bench, turns to him and says, "Sorry to bother you. I know this may be a little forward but I would love to grab coffee with you some time." Flattered, the man responds, "Sure... but what makes you so certain you and I would get along so well?"

"Well," the woman says, "A couple things, actually. I noticed you were wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt. Iron Maiden are my favourite band of all time. When they went on their reunion tour in 1999 my parents took me to see them in Cleveland. I was 12 years old, it was the first concert I ever went to. I absolutely love Iron Maiden. "

The man can't believe it. "I saw them play Cleveland in '99! First concert I ever went to on my own. My best friend Jimmy Spitz and I told our parents we were sleeping at each others' houses, snuck out, took a bus into the city and saw them play at the Plain Dealer Pavillion!" Naturally, they're both shocked.

"If that isn't weird enough," says the woman, "I noticed you're reading Mark Twain. I was a communications major in university and I actually wrote my thesis on Mark Twain, how he used satire as a lens to comment on current events of the time, comparing him to satirical news sources of today. He's my favourite author"

Now the man is really taken aback, "Get out of here. I was an English major in university! I specialized in 19th century American literature, this is like my fourth or fifth time reading Tom Sawyer, I absolutely love Mark Twain."

They both can't believe it, this has got to be a match made in heaven.

"Ok," the woman says, "well, buckle up because here's the icing on the cake. I noticed you're eating a prune. Prunes are my absolute favourite fruit. When I was a kid, my grandfather lived on a farm. He had an orchard that mainly grew apples and some lemons, but he knew how much my sister and I loved prunes so he kept a couple of plum trees. Every year at the end of the summer, we'd go up and harvest the plums with him. He'd dry them and by the time we'd go back to his place for Thanksgiving he'd always have those prunes saved just for us. They're my favourite fruit! I love prunes, you're eating a prune, this has got to be fate. What do you say?"

The man puts down his fruit and responds,

"It's a date."

#funny #humor #jokes #lol #comedy

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x--daughters-of-darkness--x · 3 years ago

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IN THIS MOMENT Singer MARIA BRINK Falls Ill; Charlotte Concert Postponed

Due to illness, IN THIS MOMENT was forced to postpone its concert last night (Friday, September 9) at The Fillmore in Charlotte, North Carolina.

On Friday, The Fillmore shared the following statement via social media: "ATTENTION IN THIS MOMENT fans: Due to illness, Maria Brink of IN THIS MOMENT will not be able to perform and the band must unfortunately postpone their show this evening in Charlotte. Please hold on to your tickets, and more details will be forthcoming ASAP."

Late last month, IN THIS MOMENT launched its "Blood 1983" tour with special guests NOTHING MORE, SLEEP TOKEN and CHERRY BOMBS. The trek has the group set to take over stages in major markets, including Dallas, Atlanta, Boston, Philadelphia, Cleveland, Los Angeles and Chicago from August through October.

As previously reported, IN THIS MOMENT will release a new EP, "Blood 1983", digitally across all digital service providers as well as CD on October 21 via BMG. The "Blood 1983" EP commemorates the tenth anniversary of IN THIS MOMENT's gold-certified album "Blood" (2012).

Brink said: "We are excited to celebrate the tenth anniversary of our album 'Blood' by bringing this new EP to life. 'Blood' changed our lives and shifted our career in a way we will never forget. We created this reimagined version because we wanted to give our beautiful fans something to be excited about. 'Blood 1983' is just that… We can't wait for the world to hear it."

"Blood 1983" was co-produced by Tyler Bates and Dan Haigh, and mixed by Zakk Cervini.

Bates said: "The collab between IN THIS MOMENT, the inimitable Dan Haigh of GUNSHIP and myself yielded an awesome reimagining of four of the band's classic songs; leaning into synth wave and industrial music that has inspired all of us throughout our careers in music. We love it."

Since coming to life in 2005, IN THIS MOMENT has presided over a diehard fan base under the watch of "mother" figure and frontwoman Maria Brink — joined by co-founder and lead guitarist Chris Howorth, bassist Travis Johnson, guitarist Randy Weitzel and drummer Kent Dimmel. As millions convened upon the group's otherworldly and unforgettable concerts, they quietly emerged as one of the most influential and impactful bands of the 21st century.

To date, in addition to the gold-selling album "Blood", the quintet has garnered two gold singles — "Blood" and "Whore" — followed by Top 25 entries on the Billboard Top 200 with "Black Widow" (2014) and "Ritual" (2017). Bringing their total stream tally well past 200 million as of 2020, "Ritual" elevated them to new creative and critical peaks as well. Between selling out headline tours coast-to-coast, the group performed in arenas everywhere alongside DISTURBED and appeared at countless festivals from Welcome To Rockville to Sonic Temple. Along the way, they assembled their seventh full-length, the aptly titled "Mother" (Roadrunner) with longtime collaborator Kevin Churko (OZZY OSBOURNE, FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH).

IN THIS MOMENT is Maria Brink (lead vocals),Chris Howorth (guitars),Travis Johnson (bass),Randy Weitzel (rhythm guitar),Kent Dimmel (drums).

#maria brink #In This Moment #2022 news

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buckyscrystalqueen · 4 years ago

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Too Smart for Your Own Good: Part 5

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader, (Past and Future) Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, PTSD

Word Count: 4,758

A/N: Doesn’t have a completed end yet, but just giving you more content to try to get myself out of a writing funk.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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You should have been doing your last minute research on baby products to get your shopping done before the start of your third trimester, but your relaxing beach study session was welcomingly interrupted within a matter of minutes.

“You are a terrible person.” You muttered as Henry dropped a large duffle bag of work out equipment beside you.

“Like your tan.” He started as he pulled off his tank top and dropped it on your lap. “Muscles need work. You want me to be healthy, don’t you?”

“I want you to stop distracting me with the sexy.” You laughed as you locked the screen of your phone and dropped it in the cup holder of your beach chair.

“Oh, perfect.” He said as he unzipped his old work out bag, which hadn’t seen the light of day in years. “You can help.”

“You’re impossible.” You huffed with a smile as you held out your hand for whatever he was going to hand you. “What am I doing?”

“You are simply keeping me company.” He replied with a heart melting smile. “I miss your company.”

“Well you are not alone there.” He bent over long enough to give you a chaste kiss before he got to work. “Sooo… I’m assuming I’m allowed to ask questions… about over there.”

“You are.” He confirmed as he started with a slow stretch that momentarily made you forget all about your questions. A small smirk pulled at his lips as he looked up at you through his lashes while bending over to touch his toes. “Questions, my darling.”

“God, I fucking hate you.” You muttered as you bit your lip and rested your arm on the arm rest of your chair. His chuckle sent shivers up your spine as he twisted into a lunge, which made you simply want to die. “Fuck, how did you get so ripped over there? I mean, I’m absolutely not complaining at all, but… damn, baby.” His laugh blended perfectly with the waves crashing beside you as he switched sides in a different lunge.

“Well, we used what we had. The rusted metal beds made good weights, push up and sit ups worked too. Did a lot of boxing type work outs.” He shrugged and sat down in the sand in front of you to start. “Same things I do here just had a lot more time. Feet.” You nodded and picked up your feet so he could put his under yours for the first few of many sets of sit ups. “Now may I ask you something?”

“You just did.”

“How did you meet this baby daddy of yours?” You couldn’t stop your sigh, knowing that you would have to answer these questions some time, just not the day after he got home.

“His name is Colson.” You started as you pushed against his feet with yours to hold them down. “Or Kels… I call him Colson now. He’s some rapper, rock star that Ashleigh represents.” Henry stopped mid sit up and stared at you in shock.

“Darling… really? A rapper?”

“Shut up!” You squealed as you pushed his forehead so he would stop giving you that look. “Look, he needed a guitarist for a concert after his guitarist broke his arm and I was the only person Ash knew that could learn the music fast enough.”

“My little genius.” He said with a proud smile. “My little roadie genius.”

“God you’re impossible.” You laughed as you grabbed your water bottle and opened the top. “Look, I lasted six years, and had a momentary lapse of judgement. Sue me.”

“Does he know about her?” He asked as he sat up completely, tapped your calf to get you to move, and turned to the side at your feet to keep going.

“He knows. He’s showed up for appointments and wants to be in her life. He has another daughter who lives in Cleveland so she has a sister.” His head nodded the slightest bit as he started in on a variation of sit ups that incorporated his arms and legs.

“He know about me?”

“He does. He knows how we met…”

“Good ol’ Jersey Reds for the win.” Henry chuckled with a gorgeous smile.

“And he knows we are engaged. He knows I still love you.”

“Didn’t talk about me much, did you?” He asked with a hint of regret in his tone.

“No. I couldn’t.” He nodded his head and sat up in front of you with a small sigh.

“(Y/N), I’m…”

“Hey!” You sat up and looked over as Colson headed down the steps on the side of your house toward you. “Private property, dick head!”

“No, it’s OK.” You said as you got up and stepped over Henry’s legs. “We, um… we need to talk.”

“The fuck is this guy?” Kels asked as Henry watched on from a few feet back.

“That’s Henry.” You breathed as you crossed your arms over your chest. Colson’s face dropped from angry to speechless in less than a breath, and you nodded as you pushed your sunglasses on top of your head. “Kels, I’m sorry, it’s really complicated…”

“Nah.” He said with a shake of his head as he looked between you and your fiancé. “Not complicated at all. You said if he came back, you’d stay with him. Ain’t nothing complicated about that.” You nodded as he pulled a small box from the pocket of his jeans. “It was Casie’s when she was a baby. Emma found it in a yard sale and Cas used to listen to it every night before bed. She wants her sister to have it…”

“Oh, Colson.” You breathed as you pulled a small music box that resembled a record player from the box. You smiled and turned the little crank as Colson reached out and opened the top. ‘Let It Be’ started playing sweetly and you smiled and held the music box down by your stomach for your little girl. “Thank you. And tell Casie thank you as well. Hey, come meet Henry…”

“Nah. It’s all good.” He said with a sweep of his hand as he put his hands in his pants pockets. “Just dropped by to let you know I was back and to give you that. I’ll meet him eventually. I’ll see you ‘round, (Y/N). Welcome back, my guy.” You sighed as the father of your child turned to walk away at the same time Henry gently touched your back to come over to introduce himself.

“Guess he doesn’t wanna meet me?” Henry asked, making you shake your head.

“I think it will just take some time…”

“What drugs is he on?” A loud sigh left your lips as you leaned into his side and watched Kels disappear around the side of the house.

“That I don’t know. The little time I spent with him for the concert, I saw a lot of weed and coke. Alcohol in the masses. But every other time he’s been sober-adjacent…”

“Sober-adjacent.” Henry mutter under his breath with a shake of his head. “That’s one way to put it.”

“I’m aware of the man’s life choices, baby.” You said as you closed the now silent music box and put it back into the box. You looked up at the empty staircase with a shake of your head before looking up at Henry with a small smile. “Don’t worry so much, sweetheart. That’s my job.”

“And worrying about you is mine.” He reminded you as he turned you back toward your chair. “And I’ve obviously been off my game for you to have thought that mess was a good idea.”

“Oh God, Henry.” You laughed as you sat down and pushed your sunglasses back into place. “That’s the father of my child and you will be nice.”

“I will be nice.” He said in a slightly mocking tone as he tapped your calves to stand on his feet again. “Just for my girls.”

“Mmmm… I like the sound of that.”

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“So, when should I start planning our trip to London?” You asked gently as you walked into your pool after a long day of hanging out on the beach, catching up your fiancé on the last six years of your life, and reminiscing about the past. Henry looked over at you as he set his workout bag, and your chairs against the wall, and cocked his eyebrow.

“Why…”

“Because I know you, Henry.” You laughed as you sank down into the cool water. “Because I know, your first stop was my house, and I know you haven’t called your mother, because I would have heard from her…”

“You still talk to my mother?” You sighed and shook your head.

“I did for a year. I umm…” You bit your lip for a moment and shrugged the slightest bit as he came over and picked you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. “We talked every single day, going over and over why you would disappear on us without a word. And when it hit the one year anniversary of radio silence, I walked away, because I didn’t want to keep reliving it. So now your mother hates me, because I went radio silent on her too. So if you had called her, she would have wanted to talk to me, probably to yell…”

“Oh, you know my mother well enough to know that she doesn’t hate anyone.”

“Well if she finds out that you are back, and you didn’t tell her, she’ll hate you, especially since your birthday is in three days. And she’ll keep hating me when she finds out that I haven’t told her. OH! And let’s not forget her hating me being pregnant…”

“OK, so we’re going to London.” He interrupted with a smile. “So no one hates you. Now when…?”

“I can get us on a red eye tonight.” You said as you poured water from your palms on the back of his head so you could run your fingers through it. “Just have to text Negan and the sperm donor first.”

“Why would you need to tell him?”

“Verbal contract.” You told him as you glanced down at your barely five months along bump. “Can’t leave the county with the baby without the other person knowing, because you can bet your ass, the first time he tries to take my child out of LA, I will send the club after him. And I can’t expect him to do that and not follow the same rules myself.”

“God, I forgot you were my little moral compass.” He cooed as he kissed you gently. “Such a goody goody…”

“Just remember that I finally know where you sleep now…” You replied in a sing song voice as you leaned back in the water to rinse your hair out. “And I may be small, but I am mighty.”

“Fuck… how could I have ever left the sexiest woman in the entire world?”

“You just forgot the sexiness amidst the camouflage and manly bearded men.” You laughed as you sat up and cupped his jaw. “Wanna grab a small bite before we go? We can even take the Charger which yes, I kept and yes, I frequently maintained.”

“Pretty sure my license is expired but I’m also pretty sure being a prisoner of war will excuse that.” You rolled your eyes and kissed him again before forcing yourself out of his arms to go get ready for your last minute trip. You were glad that you had kept Henry’s clothes and belongings right where he had left them, no matter how many nights it had caused you heartbreak to see them, because it made it so much easier for him to slip back into his life now that he was back.

It didn’t take long for either of you to pack- him because he was always a light packer, and you because you knew exactly what you needed, and where it was located to travel to see your future in-laws. The call to Negan lasted all of two minutes so he got the where and why from you, and could make the request that you kept him posted while you were gone, and to let him know when you would be back, which was a typical call to your father when he was busy with the club. But getting a hold of Colson proved to be a little harder.

“Darling, we’re getting ready to take off.” Henry said softly as you dialed Colson’s number for the thirty-seventh time.

“OK, you know as well as I do that this will bug me the entire flight if I don’t get a response from him. Colson, last chance. I’m going to London and don’t know when I’ll be back. Can you fucking acknowledge my existence for thirty seconds and text me back or something already?!”

“You worry to much, my love.” Your fiancé sighed on the other side of the lowered partition separating your two first class seats.

“Yes, well it’s not just my child, sweetheart. And I made this damn rule to begin with and I’d also be livid if he only left one message.”

“I know, my love.” He placated as he handed you the blanket you liked to travel with because you always got super cold on planes. “But we both know he’s probably off galavanting with the homies, or some other shenanigans or tomfoolery at this hour on a Friday night.”

“Did you just say shenanigans AND tomfoolery in the same sentence?!” You laughed as you put your phone in airplane mode and set it aside for the time being. “Who even uses those words?”

“I do.” He chuckled as he took the beer he had asked for from the stewardess. “Because it makes you smile.”

“Aww, how cute!” You teased. “I forgot how sappy you can be.”

“And here I am to remind you.” He laughed as he reached through the pass through to brush his thumb across your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You replied as you kissed his palm. “Am I am so glad you’re finally home where you belong.”

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“Think she’s going to be mad?” Henry asked as he parked your rental car in front of his parent’s house.

“No, baby.” You soothed. “She is going to be so happy you’re alive and safe, she won’t even care that any time has passed.” He nodded and glanced up at the house through the rain with a heaved sigh.

“Alright, let’s go. I’ll come back out for our bags if we’re staying here.” With a nod, you braced yourself for the cold rain, threw open the door, and ran around the car. Marianne had changed her garden so much since the last time you had seen it, and you absolutely loved what she had done with it, but that idea was fleeting as you stepped under to the quaint cottage’s awning. You purposely gave your fiancé no time to think, you simply knocked on the door and gently pushed him forward so he was front and center.

“... in the bloody rain...” Was all his father, Colin could get out when he looked up at his fourth son in shock.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Oh, praise the Lord. Marianne! Come in, come in. Get out of the cold. Marianne!” You smiled to yourself and stepped just inside the door to be out of the way as your mother-in-law came around the corner from the kitchen, screamed, stumbled into the wall in disbelief, and then finally came over to touch her son.

“I must be dreamin’.” She gasped through her tears as she ran her fingertips across his cheek. “I must...”

“I’m here.” Henry said as he, too teared up. “I’m really here.” His mother started to sob and pulled him into her arms, giving his father room to hug the both of them as well. While they had their family moment, you checked in with Negan, and sent a message to Ashleigh to get to Colson, and didn’t look up until Marianne said your name.

“Let me take a look at you.” She sniffled as she came over and held you out at arms length. Her eyes trailed down to your stomach for only a moment before meeting yours again with a small smile. “I’m sorry I ran you off.”

“No, mum, never.” You breathed as she pulled you into her arms. “I just needed to try to move on…”

“And you did that?” She asked as she stepped back to look at your stomach again.

“She’s… I didn’t want to be alone anymore. Dad was in prison, Henry was gone. So in a very poor lapse of judgement on the other half of her genetics, I made a choice. And now I have her, and my father out of prison, and the love of my life back.”

“And the rest of your family, too.” She said with a smile as she pat your cheek. “You have always had us, whenever you were ready.” You nodded your head and closed your eyes for a moment with a content sigh. “Alright, you two go up and get settled. We’ve to call the boys. They’ll want to see you.”

“See if they’d like to do a late dinner.” You suggested with a smile. “So everyone can catch up… no, it’s my treat, I insist.”

“You both know you can’t tell her no.” Henry laughed as he took your rain jacket from you to hang up.

“We’ll make the calls.” Colin said with a nod. “But we’ll pay.”

“Oh, Papa C, you know as well as I do I can out bribe the waiter for that tab with my stunning personality alone.”

“It’s only because she’s much, much more pretty.” Henry teased before dashing out the door to grab your bags with a laugh.

“He is right, you know.” Marianne giggled as she picked up her cell to start making calls. “She is much more pretty.”

“Oh, not you, too.” Colin whined as he picked up his phone as well.

“I’m sorry, Papa C.” You joked as you moved out of the way for Henry and the first round of bags. “I should have stayed in LA to spare you my American looks.”

“And her way more annoying American sass.” Henry teased before running out into the rain to avoid your whack.

“You two haven’t missed a beat, have you?” Marianne asked as she hung up with Charlie and looked up at you.

“In some ways, it’s like we haven’t…” You breathed as you looked out the open front door. “But he’s not my same Henry. I can see it in his eyes…”

“He just got back, sweetheart.” She said softly as she came over to watch her son as well. “And I can only imagine the horrors he’s seen. Give him time, (Y/N). And get him to talk about it. You’ll be the only one of us that can.” You nodded your head and smiled at the love of your life as he handed you his small duffle of both your things from the plane.

“You want first shower before dinner?” He asked as he closed the door behind him. “Since I just took mine running out for your bags.”

“Oh, you poor, unfortunate soul.” You teased as you headed up to the guest bedroom, while siblings were still being called to come over for reasons unknown to them for the time being. “And now you’re going to go from cold rain water to a cold shower since I’m going to purposely use all the hot water.”

“Guess I’m getting in with you then.” He growled softly into your ear as you stopped at the guest bedroom door.

“Oh, yes sir, soldier boy.”

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There where very, very few decisions you had made in your life that you regretted, but suggesting dinner with Henry’s family after all he had been through was one of those few decisions. Despite how hard he tried to ignore the loud chatter of everyone deciding what they wanted to eat and asking him a million and one questions that he gave half answers to and pretended he was OK, you could feel how tense he was beside you. His hand movements were slightly jerky and he startled easily when the waiter came around for orders and to drop off drinks. You knew no one else but his mother noticed, and she kept shooting you looks, but you were more concerned with your fiancé than you were with her.

“Henry.” You said softly when the plates were starting to be served. He looked over at you, but almost completely through you, making your brow furrow in concern. “Sweetheart…” You both startled when one of his younger nieces he hadn’t gotten to ever meet before dropped her water glass on the table, hitting every single piece of metal silverware and the glass plates around her, and you could see the terror flash in his eyes.

“Hey, shhh.” You whispered softly as you gently laid one hand on his cheek and held on to one of his tightly clenched fists with the other. “Hey, you’re here with me.”

“Hey, what’s…?”

“No, leave him alone.” His oldest brother, Piers said before his mom could reach out for her son. “Let her. She’ll get through to him.”

“What’s going on?” His brother, Simon called out from halfway down the table as everyone turned to stare at the pair of you.

“Well he’s obviously he’s having a melt down. Been in the bat cave just a little too long.” Charlie said slightly jokingly, which made Henry tense up even more.

“Leave him alone!” Marianne barked at her sons as you tried to bring your fiancé back down to Earth. “He has been through hell and back and you lot aren’t helping!”

“Just let her do her thing.” Niki said as he picked up his fork and knife to start eating. “She’s the only one of us that can pull him out of this, and they don’t need us staring at them while they do it.”

“Sweetheart, come back to me.” You said softly as you pulled his hand toward you and gently placed it on your daughter. “The little squirm bug is moving around again. Think you could tell me if you can feel her yet? She is your future step daughter after all.” You watched the blue in his eyes shift in shade as he finally focused on your face and not looking through it.

“What?”

“She. Is. Your. Step daughter.” You repeated as you used your fingers to uncurl his fist. “I mean, you’re the one that moved the ring back in place, you should have realized that gave you a second title, Daddy.” He smiled and started to tear up as you tilted your head to the side. “You didn’t realize that until just now, did you?”

“No.” Your smile grew as you nodded your head.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think about the noise. So we can get outta here now, or we can hold out for a bit. Either way, I’m about thirty seconds from digging into this filet with either proper silverware or my hands, I don’t care. And there’s like four desserts your child wants after, so you have to spilt those with me, too.”

“I think I can do that.” He agreed as he rubbed your stomach, letting it be something beautiful for him to hold on to for the time being.

“So we’ll stay here? Hang out until you get overwhelmed again? Then we’ll just call it a night, order our desserts to go, and finish them in bed in your mother’s house, leaving our smudgy chocolate fingerprints behind like the grown up children we are.” He nodded his head and reached out to squeeze your thigh.

“Thank you.” With a nod, you pat his cheek, and gave him a chaste kiss.

“Can I eat my thirty dollar steak now? With the garlic and herb butter glaze, and the parmesan mashed potatoes, and the cute little baby salad… oh.” You laughed when your stomach growled. “See, interrupting your kid’s meal schedule. Bad step-Daddy.”

“OK, let’s eat.” He said as he took a deep breath and turned back to the table. “My apologies.”

“Don’t apologize.” Marianne said as she reached over and pat her son’s hand. “What do you need from us, dear?” Henry shrugged and you glanced over at him before smiling at the rest of his family.

“Let’s not rapid fire questions?” You suggested, hesitantly. “Just enjoy the fact that we have our Henry back. We can delve deeper into it all in time. We have lots of it now.”

“To having Henry back.” Colin said as he picked up and held out his wine glass.

“To having Henry back.”

——

After dinner that night, you bought and read every book, and article you could find on post-traumatic stress, and how to handle it. You helped play the middle man when his brothers all stopped by, one at a time, in those next few days; spending an equal amount of time catching them up on your life as well, so that Henry was able to just get up and walk away if and when he needed it. Everyone was more than willing to follow your suggestions, since you were able to read up on it as fast as you could, and they also turned their jokes from being a prisoner of war to being a future parent instead, giving him wild, and teasing parenting advice just so he’d have something else to think about.

Henry’s birthday came and went, with a simple meal with just his parents. It was peaceful, and full of only a televised rugby match, and an ordered in meal. You knew Marianne was concerned every minute of the day as she, like you, watched her son, finally seeing what you meant by ‘it’s him but not’.

“Do you think he needs to see someone?” She whispered to you as you helped her wash and dry dishes, while the men watched the game.

“He does.” You confirmed with a nod. “But that will be on his time. I can make the suggestion, but he won’t go until he’s ready.” She sighed, solemnly and stopped what she was doing for a moment to look back at her son, so you reached out and took her hand, gently. “We’ll get him back, mum. It’s just not going to happen over night. Give it time. He’s only been home a week.”

“I’m so glad he came to you first.” She said softly as she met your eyes. “I would have thought surrounding him with family would be the best thing...”

“It is... but it isn’t.” You breathed. “He just needs to find his spot in life again. For years, it’s been a war zone, with people yelling and screaming, with guns in his face being forced to help the people that were killing our soldiers against his will. And now he’s back and simply expected nothing of him. No purpose, no focus. It’s chaos to him, and every little thing brings him back to that. I’m not saying I know what’s best for him, because I don’t. I can’t even begin to make heads or tails of what I’ve read...”

“But you can steer him in the right direction.” She finished for you with tears in her eyes. “You are still the best thing that I could ever ask for my son.” You teared up with her as well and let her pull you into a short hug, before pulling away to go back to the dishes. “I think you should take him back home.” She breathed so softly, you barely heard her. “Back to the home he knew best before he left. Get him some help...”

“Is that what you really want?”

“I want what’s best for my son.” She said quickly as she handed you the last dish and turned off the water. “And you have always been that for him. You can understand all of this way better than any of us could, and he needs that right now. We’ll be here.” She finished on a whisper as she looked back out at her child. “We’ll be here... just take good care of him, alright?”

“You know I will.” You promised with a nod. “And I won’t ever stop again.”

Part 6

#too smart for your own good #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker x reader #henry cavill x reader

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harringtonstudios · 5 years ago

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teenage dirtbag. (part I)

plot: you’ve just gotten a job at Chipotle, your co-worker’s kind of an ass. part 2!

A/N: icky day of another icky week. this keeps me sane! lemme know your thoughts :) gif credit: @mgkgifs; inspired by Kells’ own interview haha

masterlist!

Life after graduation was supposed to be amazing. Some big thing, attending college and living up the seemingly best years of your life. Of course, that’d all gone up in flames when you’d been kicked out over some stupid argument, leaving you to fend for yourself.

Cleveland wasn’t the nicest place to sit on the streets until the sun came out, but you’d managed to nap on park benches until you could piece some things together. A week later, you were staying with a friend, sleeping on their couch and you’d finally gotten a job at Chipotle in the mall.

You’d caught a break for the first time in a while, and after knowing that you had secured that stupid job, you’d ended up crying just thinking about everything. It was time to get your life back on track.

The next morning, you’d walked in to Chipotle, changed into the uniform in the employee’s only bathroom and that’s when you had run into him.

He was waiting right outside, leaning against the wall. His head was hanging down, sunglasses on, as his fingers fumbled around with a bright green lighter.

Stumbling out of the bathroom, you ran a hand down your apron before muttering out, “Hey! I’m Y/N.”

He looked up at that, acknowledging you through a nod. The lighter in his hands flickered. You stared a second before extending out your hand, hoping for a shake.

“Colson,” he mumbled, letting his hand meet yours, slightly shaking it. You smiled before leaving the area, walking up the counter. Nothing was going to ruin your mood right now, not even the weird co-worker with shades on inside.

Twenty minutes into manning the front by yourself, Colson had come up, standing by the cash register.

“So you’ve been trained?” he asked, hands stuck in the pockets of the apron.

“No,” you muttered, rolling up a customer’s burrito at the other end of the counter. The customer gave you a look as you finished wrapping the order in foil before throwing them a dazzling smile.

Looking back at Colson, you saw a surprised look on his face. His mouth was open and he scoffed a little as he rang up the order.

“So what you’re just a Chipotle fan? How’d you get everything down so fast?” he asked, returning the change before turning his attention back towards you.

“I read the instructions,” you responded, pointing at the directions that were printed and pasted on the countertop.

“Mm, rule follower,” he declared, leaning over to fiddle with the stereo system.

“I literally just got hired,” you stated back, trying not to be short with him.

While he’d been fooling around in the back, you’d snuck a peek at the work schedule for the next month. Most of your shifts were with Colson B., written in a scrawly scratch on the big calendar. You didn’t want to fight with your co-worker.

Soft static filled the air between you two, and Colson grimaced before moving back to change the radio station. Within seconds, Iron Maiden flooded the speaker system and you lit up.

“Keep that on?” you asked, already feeling a little lighter as you bounced on your heels to the music.

“You like Maiden?” he responded, tone sounding incredulous.

“Yeah dude. They’re my favorite band,” you responded, tapping to the beat now.

“Sick,” he shouted out, throwing up a rock sign. You smiled at him, maybe he wasn’t insufferable.

An hour later, you took that thought back. Colson had disappeared again, claiming he had to piss ten minutes ago. The lunch rush had started, and you were struggling to keep up with the crowd.

People were shouting over each other, loud in the small store. You couldn’t hear the customer ordering, and you’d already messed up an order, having to refund the man.

Shoving lettuce into a bowl, you moved a strand of hair out of your face before sliding the bowl down to the next station. Colson stepped back out and you huffed before muttering, “Finally. Little help?”

“Yeah,” he laughed, before shouting out, “Yoooo!”

You looked up to catch him reaching over the counter to dap a couple of guys up. They all started chatting with him, and he was pulled into the ebb and flow of their conversation.

You scoffed. Typical, you were stuck with most of the work and you were putting up with it too.

Baring a grin, you walked to the cash register, slamming the bowl on the tabletop. Colson looked at you, unimpressed as you mumbled, “Steak burrito bowl. Extra guac.”

“Congrats princess. You’ve charged someone for guac,” he stilted, reaching to put in the order. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused at his words.

“Lots to learn young padawan,” he responded, waving a tattooed arm around.

“Oh shut up,” you mumbled under your breath, turning to make the next order.

Fifteen minutes later, the store had cleared out. Exhausted, you slumped on the plastic crate sitting in the corner of the little space behind the counter.

Looking up at the thud, Colson laughed before walking over.

“First lunch rush is over!” he put his palm up for a high five, and you gave him a glare before reaching up to hit it.

“Yeah man, no thanks to you,” came tumbling out of your mouth. Immediately, you paused, trying to gauge his reaction.

He gave you a once over, then shrugged his shoulders before saying, “Don’t really care about this place. I’ve been here too long.”

“Well, I haven’t. So could you please just help me along? I don’t wanna fuck this up already,” you muttered out, exasperated with his reactions.

“You’re good dude. Prime example of a Chipotle worker. Reading all the instructions and shit, I just played around with the food the first day,” he counted off, knocking your shoulder with his hand.

“How haven’t you been fired?” you prompted, looking up at him.

Raising his sunglasses, he put them atop his head, smirking he stated, “Guess I’m just that charming.”

You rolled your eyes, hearing him laugh. His own eyes were on display, blue laced with just a little bit of bloodshot. The door dinged and you started to get up before he waved you down, moving as he mumbled, “Stay. I got this one.”

A week into, things had gotten better. You and Colson turned out to have a lot in common, falling in love with the same bands, following the same artists.

He had apologized for his behavior the first day, claiming he was just super hungover. At first, you’d been reluctant, but then he’d worked through every lunch rush to make it up to you and you’d felt good about something.

Learning more about him, you had been kinda shocked to see he was still working in a shitty Chipotle. He was talented, way beyond anyone you’d ever met. Could rap real fast, creating lyrics out of thin air.

Sometimes, during the empty parts of the day, you throw him over an ingredient, ask him to freestyle something. It was great, never the same thing twice, and always to a different beat. It drove you crazy knowing he was filled to the brim with talent, but was stuck here instead.

“Ay Y/N! Come here,” came his voice, shouting from the front. You had snuck to the back, calling up your friend to let her know you were going to be home later tonight since you had to do closing.

You walked out front, shoving your phone in your pocket only to see a group of guys gathered around the first table. They looked oddly familiar, and then you placed them. They were the guys that had come in during your first day, the big distractions.

“Y/N, these are my dudes. Dudes, Y/N!” Colson offered, waving his arms to the both of you. You got on your tip-toes, reaching across the glass to shake their hands.

“I’ve definitely seen you around. Where ya from?” one of the guys asked, hand lingering on yours. Pulling your arm back, you grinned before saying, “Around here. Graduated from Shaker.”

At that Colson gave you the strangest look as his friends laughed.

“We’re from Shaker. Class of 08. I’m Slim,” the guy clarified and you gave him a thumbs up, tuning them out as they continued talking.

A few minutes later, they waved at you, stepping out of the store. Waving back, you awkwardly turned to look at Colson, reluctant to admit that you weren’t really paying attention to his friends.

“You weren’t listening huh?” he asked, not even letting you fully turn. Laughing a little, he took his visor off, running a hand through his hair. You grimaced, laughing back before saying, “Sorry, it’s not like that. I just didn’t really know any of them.”

“So what I’m getting from this is you can be bad sometimes?” he continued, scuffing his Chucks against the linoleum.

You let out a snort before going, “Colson what does that even mean?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” he mumbled out, securing his visor back on as the doorbell rang.

Returning your attention to the food in front of you, you thought it over. Ever since you’d started here, he’d made fun of you, constantly egging on you for the way you followed the rules.

He was much more lax with his position, coming in high or hungover, playing with the radio all day long and once even lighting up in the backroom. You didn’t really care what he did on his own time, but the last one had caused your anxiety to spike and you’d yelled at him just a little.

Finishing up, the customer dropped a dollar into the tip jar before heading out the door. It was just you two again.

Reaching over to tune the radio, you grinned as another Iron Maiden song came on. He smiled, eyes not really leaving his phone but you were determined to spend just the right way killing time.

Poking him in the shoulder, you danced a little on the floor. He looked up at that, nodding along to the bass. Soon enough, the both of you were shuffling to the song, hands in the air. He was playing air guitar, and you laughed at his technique, mimicking it across from him.

“What,” he breathed out, flushed from the rock concert you’d just put on.

“Never saw someone play guitar like that,” you uttered, moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You play?” he asked, motioning the fake guitar towards you.

“Yeah, I used to,” you responded, taking it from him. Adjusting the air strap, you flashed back to high school days when your guitar was your escape. Playing the strings, you let a couple of chord songs drop out of your mouth.

“Learn something new about you every day,” he observed, watching you string with your eyes closed.

“Huh,” you asked, breaking out of your bubble.

“You had a guitar?” he continued, running his tongue over his teeth.

“Um yeah, back in high school. I had to leave it at my old place,” you mumbled out, fingers going to run over the small tattoo on your wrist.

“Sorry,” he peeked out, seeing the discomfort on your face.

“No, you’re good. So, you went to Shaker?” you asked, changing the topic.

He snorted out before saying, “Messed around at Shaker is more like it. Don’t really know how I graduated but here I am,” he finished out, waving his arms around at the empty space around you.

“Hey dude! Same!” you shouted out, palms reaching over to clap them onto his shoulder. He laughed at your enthusiastic face, shaking away his smile as you tapped your fingers against him.

Motley Crue filled the air and you bit your lip, resisting the urge to bang your fists onto his shoulders with the beat.

Moving away, you handed him two straws, taking a paper cup of your own. He got the message, drumming in thin air as you pretended to string along the guitar.

The whole song, you two kept flashing smiles at each other, raging as the music just got louder. Finally, the song came to an end and you grabbed two cups, moving out of the counter to get water from the fountain.

Trying to catch your breath back, you smiled to yourself while pressing the buttons, thinking about how Colson’s energy had matched yours perfectly.

“C’mon live a little,” came a voice from right behind and you turned your head to see Colson right behind you, closer than you expected.

“Mm no thanks,” you responded, bringing up the second cup to the water option. Within a second, his arm came from behind, hand guiding yours to the Lemonade option.

You begrudgingly held the cup as he filled it up, waiting to hand it back to him.

“We’re not supposed to do that,” you murmured, moving back to the counter, moment gone.

He let out a loud groan, facing you from the other side before saying, “Y/N. I promise you they don’t care.”

“How do you know that,” you spit back, sipping at the water, eyes motioning to the cameras on the ceiling.

“They don’t work. Believe me, I’ve been doing stupid shit since I got hired and I’m still here.”

“Stupid shit?” you wondered, interest peaking a little.

“Yeah extra chicken if I’m on scooping. Don’t charge for extras, and sometimes you know I just give out food,” he listed before continuing, “it’s why the tip jar’s usually full. You gotta work for the people.”

You laughed at his self-righteousness, watching him refill his cup. “You do all that?”

“Yep,” he popped, flashing you a grin.

“What a rebel,” you sighed out loud, mocking his whole spiel.

“Shut up, corporate doesn’t care if you suck their dicks,” he shot back, eyes twinkling.

“Hey give me some credit, I’m a lot more selective with the dicks I suck,” you shot back, laughing at your own joke.

He moved closer to the counter, leaning on his elbows so that he was looking up at you, hands balled up at his cheeks.

“Tell me more about these dicks,” he asked sweetly, grinning at the blush building on your cheeks.

The door rang and you threw up a peace sign, moving over to assist the customer, happy with a distraction. Colson sighed again loudly, before walking around to get at the cash register. You moved along the line, filling the burrito with all the items before rolling it up just right. It was like a secret talent, folding it up perfectly so that none of the contents would fall out. Satisfied with your roll, you put paper over it before passing it off to Colson.

He looked at you for a second, winked and then faced the customer. “Hey dude, it’s on the house. You’re our 100th customer today, enjoy!” he rattled out, smiling as he handed the food over.

You widened your eyes before smiling over at the customer, blurting out, “Happy 100!” making jazz hands. Dropping a $5 into the tip jar, he turned around, leaving with his free food.

As soon as he left, you wacked Colson in the shoulder, grumbling, “What the fuck was that man? 100th customer bullshit?”

“So we were talking about your type?” he continued, without missing a beat.

“Huh?” you asked, shaking your head.

“Your type of guy? Like what you’re into,” he gestured, focused on you.

“Uhm, I don’t know. Why does it matter?” you questioned, turning away from the bore of his eyes, taking off your plastic gloves.

“It doesn’t I guess,” he murmured, letting the air around you fall into silence.

You threw out your gloves, and then turned around just to see him biting his lip over at you.

He took a breath before saying, “You wanna go out with me after this?” eyes meeting yours.

“Like- on a date?” you clarified, playing with your own fingers, nervous for his reaction.

“Yeah,” he nodded out and you tried to hold in your smile.

“Nope, I don’t like you,” you answered, keeping your voice as montone as you could.

He grimaced, shoulders sagging a little. Watching him, you burst out laughing, going over to his side.

“Yeah dummy, I’ll go out with you. No more of that good girl shit though,” you slightly scolded, hand reaching up to pat his cheek.

“Rule breaker huh?” he mumbled, tilting his head just a smidge to lick your palm.

“Colson!” you shouted, pulling your hand back, rubbing it on your apron.

He just grinned over, teeth shiny white on display and you rolled your eyes before saying, “Dude stop looking at me like that!”

Your heart was fluttering just a little and even though you were dreading the closing rush, knowing that Colson was stuck here with you and that there was something to look forward to tonight made you feel so much better.

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papermoonloveslucy · 4 years ago

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OLD GOLD COMEDY THEATRE

“A GIRL, A GUY, AND A GOB” ~ February 11, 1945

The Old Gold Comedy Theatre (aka Harold Lloyd Comedy Theatre) was NBC Radio’s attempt to replicate the success of CBS’ Lux Radio Theatre. It debuted on October 29th, 1944. Silent film star and producer (and Lucille Ball’s mentor) Harold Lloyd introduced condensations of movie comedies. This film happened to be one of his own. NBC programmed the series Sunday nights at 10:30PM for east coast audiences. The series was cancelled on June 10th, 1945.

Lucille Ball had done the second episode of the series, starring in Ball of Fire on November 5, 1944. Ball took the role originated in the 1941 film by Barbara Stanwyck while Cary Grant reprised his role for radio.

A Girl, a Guy and a Gob is a 1941 RKO film produced by Harold Lloyd and starring Lucille Ball, George Murphy, and Edmond O'Brien. Ball and Murphy reprise their film roles for radio.

The film had previously been dramatized for radio on “The Screen Guild Radio Theatre” on October 9, 1944, also starring Ball and Murphy.

Synopsis ~ A shy, quiet executive for a shipping firm who finds himself with a dilemma: he's become smitten with his young temporary secretary but she's the girlfriend of his Navy buddy - and the buddy is scheduled to be discharged in only a few days.

Note: “Gob” is a slang word for a sailor. This term first showed up in regard to sailors around 1909 and may have come from the word gobble. Reportedly, some people thought that sailors gobbled their food. The term also may come from the word gob, which means to spit, something sailors also reportedly do often.

CAST

Lucille Ball as Dorothy (Dotty) Duncan aka ‘The Girl’

George Murphy as Claudius (Coffee) Cup aka ‘The Gob’ ~ was in four films with Lucille Ball between 1934 and 1941. In 1959, Murphy served as guest host of “The Westinghouse Desilu Playhouse” when Desi Arnaz took a role in his own anthology series. He was also a performer in “The Desilu Revue” aired in December 1959. As the host of “MGM Parade”, he interviewed Lucy and Desi in February 1956.

Will Wright as Pop Duncan ~ would appear with Lucille Ball in the 1949 film Miss Grant Takes Richmond, and played the locksmith in “The Handcuffs” (ILL S2;E4) in 1952, and the Bent Fork Sheriff in “Tennessee Bound” (ILL S4;E14) in 1955. The role was played on screen by George Cleveland.

EPISODE

The announcer introduces the evening’s play and its stars as well as the director, Harold Lloyd. Lloyd states that he has recruited the original stars of the film version. Murphy and Ball take the microphone. Lucille’s next film, MGM’s Without Love, is briefly mentioned. Llloyd sets the story,

Executive Stephen Herrick is taking his date to a piano concert at Carnegie Hall when he discovers people are already sitting in his usual box seats. It is Dotty (Lucille Ball) and Coffee Cup (Murphy). Lucy whacks Mr. Herrick in the head with her handbag when he threatens to call the manager. Coffee Cup admits that he did not exactly purchase the tickets legally and they decide to make a hasty departure.

COFFEE CUP: “For my money, Count Basie’s got it all over this guy Josie Iturbe.”

José Iturbi Báguena (1895-1980) was a Spanish conductor, pianist and harpsichordist. He appeared in several Hollywood films of the 1940s, playing himself in the 1943 musical Thousands Cheer, which also featured Lucille Ball. Lucille Ball mentions Iturbi again on an October 7, 1949 episode of her radio show “My Favorite Husband.” William James "Count" Basie (1904-84) was an American jazz pianist, organist, bandleader, and composer.

Next day, at Mr. Herrick’s office, his new secretary arrives - it is Dotty! Herrick threatens to throw her out if she won’t leave and Dotty quickly explains that she gave him the money for the tickets but he lost it on a horse. Herrick reluctantly agrees to hire her anyway.

Sailors Coffee Cup and Eddie meet Dotty for lunch. He begs Dotty to allow him to get a tattoo like Eddie. She is adamant - no tattoos. Eddie claims he can grow four inches right in front of them - with his heels flat on the ground. Mr. Herrick comes by and sees the growing crowd watching this. A bet is wagered if Eddie can truly do it. Dotty borrows five bucks from Mr. Herrick so that Coffee Cup can make the bet.

When Eddie succeeds, the assembled crowd soon turns into a mob and there is a fist fight and a broken store window. Mr. Herrick gets knocked out by a big lug, who in turn is knocked out by Dotty’s lethal purse.

END of ACT ONE

A live Old Gold Cigarette commercial touts that the tobacco blend includes apple honey, to prevent dryness.

Earlier in her career, Lucille Ball was a spokes model for Chesterfield Cigarettes. Later, she would be associated with Philip Morris when they agreed to sponsor “I Love Lucy.” Despite this, Lucille Ball herself remained a Chesterfield smoker for most of her life.

“And remember, when the gremlins gang up on you, why be irritated? Light up an Old Gold.”

ACT TWO Eddie and Coffee Cup have taken Herrick back to Dot’s busy brownstone to calm his nerves, giving him a sleeping powder. There he is watched over by Mr. and Mrs. Duncan, Dot’s parents. Her father is listening to “The Lone Stranger” on the radio while Mrs. Liebowitz (an upstairs neighbor) is about to have a baby!

“The Lone Stranger” is a comical reference to “The Lone Ranger.” The masked cowboy first appeared on radio in 1933 and proved to be a hit. It spawned a series of books and later an equally popular television show that ran from 1949 to 1957.

Coffee Cup comes by to check on Mr. Herrick, who is only concerned with finding his pants. Dotty comes in to help him find them. They are about to set the table for dinner - corned beef and cabbage - when Liebowitz number 9 comes in to the world. Mr. Herrick wins the baby weight pool. He agrees to go out on the town and celebrate with them.

A few days later, Dotty is late back from lunch, showing off her new engagement ring. She tells Mr. Herrick that Coffee Cup has a wrestling match that night. If he wins, the prize money will pay for their wedding. Mr. Herrick confesses that he hopes Coffee Cup loses.

At the wedding chapel, Eddie wonders why he asked Mr. Herrick to be their best man when he is obviously in love with Dotty. Mr. Higgenbottom, photographer, interrupts to get a photo, mistaking Mr. Herrick for the groom. The sailors need to get back to the ship, so Coffee Cup allows them to give Dotty a farewell kiss before the wedding. Mr. Herrick gets in line. Dotty suddenly feels awkward and runs out.

Coffee Cup follows her to talk privately. She has been crying. He wonders if she has feelings for Mr. Herrick. While she fixes her face, Coffee Cup steps out and tells Mr. Herrick he should go in and console her. Coffee Cup tells Eddie to inform Dot’s mother that he went to get cigarettes.

END of ACT TWO

Another live commercial for Old Gold Cigarettes. The announcer reminds listeners that the men in uniform get first consideration in the distribution of Old Gold Cigarettes.

ACT THREE

Harold Lloyd sets the scene. The bride and the best man are at the alter, but the groom is nowhere to be found. Mr. Herrick realizes what has happened and rushes out to follow Coffee Cup, who has driven away on motorcycle. Mr. Herrick yells at him from a taxi cab.

Suddenly, Coffee Cup crashes, but is unharmed. When Herrick threatens to bring him back to the alter, Coffee Club slugs him and tells the cabbie to take them back to the chapel. He writes a note on the unconscious Herrick’s shirt front and with a loud honk of the taxi horn, speeds away toward the ship yard. Dotty and the wedding party find Herrick on the street and she reads the note:

“Dot, this guy loves you and I know now you love him. It’s a good thing I found out before it was too late. See you next time I’m on leave. ~ Coffee Cup. PS: The wedding’s all paid for, why don’t you use it and you and him get married.”

At the shipyard, Eddie catches up with Coffee Cup, who reports that Dot did indeed marry Mr. Herrick. As they board the ship, they discuss plans for Coffee Cup’s new tattoo.

END OF EPISODE

Harold Llloyd, George Murphy, and Lucille Ball bid audiences goodnight. He reminds them to tune in next week for Jack Haley, Jimmy Gleason, and Eve Arden in The Milky Way.

The Announcer thanks RKO, producers of Experiment Perilous.

George Murphy appeared courtesy of MGM, producers of National Velvet.

#Lucille Ball #George Murphy #A Girl A Guy And A Gob #Radio #Old Gold Cigarettes #Harold Lloyd #RKO #The Lone Ranger #Thousands Cheer #Will Wright #1945

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random-crappypasta-qoutes · 4 years ago

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This will probably be my longest post ever lol. Well, get ready for this behemoth of a story called Happy Tree Friends: The Funeral.

nscript

(the movie begins in the hospital showing Lumpy as a doctor, he comes across Buzz Lightyear, who has broken his arm off)

Lumpy: Hello, do you need fixing up?

Buzz Lightyear: Don't talk to me!

(Lumpy comes over to a bruised and bloodied Cuddles' hospital bed)

Lumpy: So, you were beaten up by Scoutmaster Lumpus?

Cuddles: (coughing up blood) Y-yes....

Lumpy: Hmmmmmmmm…..don't worry, I can make you better! (rubs two defibrillator paddles together) CLEAR! (electrocutes Cuddles, which burns him until his heart explodes)

(everyone shrieks)

Lumpy: Whoops, sorry....

Toothy: He's not the only one you know, Russell died of lung cancer, Flaky had of a heart attack from entering a chick farm, Cub was shot by a black guy because Pop wasn't there to protect him, Mime was shot by Cleveland Brown, and Splendid puked his organs out after swallowing the Kryptonut.

Nutty: Oh, why would we lose them too?!

Petunia: This is just terrible!

(later, at the funeral)

(The Intermezzo of Cavalleria Rusticana starts playing as the remaining Happy Tree Friends mourn for Cuddles, Russell, Flaky, Cub, Mime, and Splendid)

Reverend Lovejoy: Here lies Cuddles the bunny, Russell the pirate otter, Flaky the porcupine, Cub the baby bear, Mime the mime deer, and Splendid the super squirrel. We shall never forget the times we had with them.

PhantomStrider: (blows a horn) YAY!!!! 6 OF THE HAPPY TREE FRIENDS ARE DEAD!!!!

Happy Tree Friends Hater #1: LET'S CELEBRATE!!!!

PhantomStrider: (starts playing the Chicken Song by J.Geco)

Flippy: You evil disrespectors! I swear I'll cut you in your sleep!

Reverend Lovejoy: Question, how did Cuddles die?

Sniffles: Lumpy shocked him to death after he got beaten by Scoutmaster Lumpus.

Reverend Lovejoy: Oh, okay.

Diesel: Alright people, LET'S TEAR THIS PLACE DOWN!!!

PhantomStrider: I’m full of surprises, they ought to say of me, I bring some razzle dazzle to the yard, I’m full of surprises, as you can plainly, I don’t find being surprising all that hard. Some would probably say, I’m only up to my old tricks, but I’d say I’m a problem solver, looking for a nice quick fix. I’m full of surprises, they ought to say of me, I bring some razzle dazzle to the rail, I’m full of surprises, as you can plainly see, I’m trusting my surprises to prevail, I hope this time being surprising doesn’t fail! They used to call me devious, because I had a pit of previous, but please you must believious, I’m not that bad… Well maybe just a tad.

Crowd of Characters: (applause)

Russell Ferguson: That's what that pirate otter gets for stealing my name!

PhantomStrider: Come here, Happy Tree Friends haters!

Happy Tree Friends Haters: Coming!

PhantomStrider: Are you a real villain?

Hater #1: Well, uhhh….technically not

PhantomStrider: Have you ever caught a good guy like a real superhero?

Hater #1: Nah!

(Hater #2 shakes his head)

PhantomStrider: Have you ever tried a disguise?

Hater #1: Nah, nah....

PhantomStrider: Alright! I can see that I will have to teach you how to be villains!

Happy Tree Friends Haters: Hey! We are number one! Hey! We are number one!

PhantomStrider: Now listen closely. Here’s a little lesson in trickery. This is going down in history, If you wanna be a villain number one, You’ll have to chase a superhero on the run. Just follow my moves and sneak around be careful not to make a sound. (Happy Tree Friends Hater #1 steps on a branch) No! Don’t touch that! Ha, ha, ha! Now look at this net I just found. When I say “Go!”, be ready to throw! Go! Throw it at him, not me! Ugh! Let’s try something else. Now watch and learn, here’s the deal, you’ll slip and slide on these banana peel, (Happy Tree Friends haters slip on the Banana peels) What are you doing?! We are number one Hey! Hey!

Crowd of Characters: (applause)

Handy: Hmph!

Lumpy: I kinda like it!

PhantomStrider: And for you guys, I have something to say to you.

Giggles: Oh, great.....

PhantomStrider: A man has fallen into the river in LEGO City! Start the new rescue helicopter.

Crowd of Characters: HEY!!

PhantomStrider: Build the helicopter, and off to the rescue. Prepare the lifeline, lower the stretcher, and make the rescue. The new emergency collection from LEGO City!

Pop: My son is dead and you're telling us songs and quotes that make no sense?!

Flippy: (flips out) THAT IS IT!!!! WE WILL KILL YOU!!!!

(Silence breaks for 10 seconds)

PhantomStrider, the Happy Tree Friends Haters, and Crowd of Characters: (booing and throwing things at them)

Duck: Dingus!

Oliver: You shut up!

Smudger: Preachy!

Lammy: We’re not being preachy.

Yong Bao: (throws a jar of macaroni and cheese at Disco Bear)

Happy Tree Friends Hater #1: I thought they touched on a vital issue.

PhantomStrider: I beg to differ, hi-yah! (throws a rock)

Flippy: Okay! Okay! Uncle! We give up! Can we please call this a truce?

(Meanwhile…)

Frankie: (recording) Theo, this is not safe at all.

Theo: Shut up, Frankie! Just keep filming, Okay. I’m Theo, and I am The Greatest American Hero, my special power is being somehow memorable after a very short run on TV.

(Merlin, Hurricane and Lexi set off)

Theo: (singing) Believe it or not, I’m walking on air, I never thought I would be so free…

(Hurricane, Lexi and Merlin let go of Theo)

Theo: (still singing) Flyin’ away on a wing and a pray’r, who could it be? (could it be) believe it or not, it’s just… (crashes into a tree and falls into the lake at PhantomStrider’s concert, everyone stops booing and starts laughing at Theo)

Reverend Lovejoy: In many ways Cuddles, Russell, Flaky, Cub, Mime, and Splendid were supporting characters in our lives, they didn't grab out our attention with memorable catchphrases or comical accents.

Nutty: Awwwwwwwwwwww..........

PhantomStrider and Haters: (Singing) These guys are not use at all; Thinks they’re very clever. Says that they can manage us; that’s the best joke ever! When they order us about, with the greatest folly, we just kill them! Pop Goes Old Dummies! (PhantomStrider and the haters laugh and then run up to the Happy Tree Friends with spears, torches, pitchforks, katanas, battering rams, axes, pistols, chainsaws, whips, bazookas, tasers, pepper spray, medieval flails, maces, shis, staffs, nunchucks, rolling pins, shurikens, broken glass bottles, and plasma cannons making battle cries and kill them)

(later, they all respawn back in a different timeline)

Cuddles: Well, of course we'd all be back. It's Happy Tree Friends, for goodness sake! Next time I'll stay away from Scoutmaster Lumpus. Hmmm....that's funny, I feel hungry for some cat all of a sudden. (sees a cat on the floor, pupils dialate) Come here, after-death snack! (iris closes up on the cat as Cuddles eats it offscreen)

(after-credits scene, July 19, 2069…)

Hater #1: Uuuuuuuuuuh, PhantomStrider? I don't think we should be here again.

PhantomStrider: Come on, the Happy Tree Friends are all dead now.

Hater #2: But you know they can respawn, right?

PhantomStrider: I know, but they'll respawn in a different timeline, so there's nothing here to be afraid of.

(a hand grabs PhantomStrider and throws him off a bridge)

PhantomStrider: (screams)

(the Happy Tree Friends haters watch PhantomStrider fall to his death, now more scared than before, they turn around and see Jack Skellington heading towards them)

Jack Skellington: GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!

(cuts to static)

(after-credits scene second part, Cuddles is fast asleep with Giggles in their bed together, when their room is intruded by PhantomStrider's ghost, just as PhantomStrider raises his arm to attack them, Cuddles wakes up and finds that the room is empty. Assuming PhantomStrider's ghost to be a dream, Cuddles goes back to sleep, oblivious to the presence of PhantomStrider's shirt on the floor)

This is... *inhales* *exhales*

What does PhantomStrider has to do with Happy Tree Friends!?!

You do know the characters don't talk right?

WTF!?!

How is this supposed to be scary?

#crappypasta #qoute #happy tree friends #what is this #crossover

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thealternateuniverse · 5 years ago

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EST (Part 1)

word count: 2204

WARNINGS: Drugs and Language

Please bear with my typographical and grammatical errors.

"Hello Colson, it's nice to see you again. How are you?" Dr. Martin greeted but my mind is somewhere.

"Colson?" She waved her hand and that's when I am cut off from my train of thoughts. "Sorry. I'm....good." She gave me a troubled smile. Dr. Martin is my therapist and will be my only therapist. She's Pete's therapist when he was in rehab and he recommended me when I came to realization that I need to get my shit together. I was hesitant at first cause she is a female but Pete convince me to try trust another female aside from Ashleigh and other close girls from my circle. Dr. Martin was patient since the start, she understand how fucked up I am. I've been trying to get help but after one session I give up. "So what happened?" She look at her charts. Our sessions were smooth. She got me to trust her and I've never felt relief than ever. "I.....well I tried being sober for a day. No alcohol, weed, coccaine, just cigarettes." I tried. But the day felt long without my poisons. "Okay, how did you feel?" I spaced out for a moment. "It was horrible. It felt like a year but it wasn't so bad. I felt myself " Dr. Martin nodded. "Uhuh. I know it's hard to get out from those habits Colson, but take it slow, the process is not overnight. For example, make a list of those habits and cross one out if you haven't done or take one in a day." I really wanted to be better so I'll give it a try though I can't live without those sometimes. "Okay. Next how about you? I mean you? Not your habits." Me? How am I really? "I......don't know doc, yesterday when I was sober I realized how lonely I was. All I want is a someone who understands me. Sees me as Colson not MGK. Someone who stays despite how fucked up I am. Listens to me when I rant. Takes care of me when I'm sick, holds my hand when I'm fighting my demons, tells me about her day. And loves me unconditionally." I sighed. Fuck this mommy issues. Dr. Martin put down the chart she's holding. "You know what, I remeber the nun said to me before. We are so focused and fixed to what we want that we didn't realize it was already given to us but in a different package. Anyways, that's all for now. I'll see you on thursday." I shake hands with Dr. Martin and left her clinic. What does she mean by that? I shrug it off.

I got home with groceries. It's me being sober cause I realized I don't have anything in my fridge but booze. "Colson, where have you---ohh." Ashleigh was shock to see me holding a bunch of grocery bags. "Uhm need a little help Ash." Ashleigh helped me with some, putting all the bags on the kitchen counter. "I can't believe this." She mumbled but I heard. "What? Is it bad? I don't have anything in my fridge." Ashleigh shook her head in disbelief. "Whatever. Okay, I already arranged your schedule the whole off tour is yours and then I booked a trip to Germany. We're all having a break." I look at her intently. Ashleigh's been my manager for almost 10 years and I couldn't be who am I right now if she didn't let me stay in their home. "Thanks Ash. You're the best." I hug her she hugs me back. "Colson, you're creeping me out. Are you dying?" I laughed. As in laugh hard. "No....oh my god. I'm just sober." Ashleigh smiled in relief. "This is me saying thank you for staying." A tear dropped fron the corner of her eye, she wiped it off and slaps my arm. "Stop it. Of course I know how fucked up you are and you can be. We're family here." I hug her again and we begin to put the items in place.

--------- "Ash. It's okay, I'll do it." Ash is everywhere with her phone calling everyone to cancel my appearance in redfest.

"Dude. You can't even get up. It's your health that matters." Slim scolded me. All of the EST family are here.

"I feel better now. We didn't travel overseas just to cancel." I force myself to get up. When I can manage they all nodded. Ash is on her phone again.

"Dude. Are you sure?" Rook taps my shoulder. "God damn it, it's just sore throat and fever." But it's not just sore throat and fever. It's my body reacting without drugs. I am tempted to take some line of coke but I remember I'm clean for 3 days. "Rest dude. We still have 3 hours, don't worry about everything we got it." Slim patted my back. "Thanks." I slept the whole afternoon and Nicole my PA woke me up when its. "Na ah. Chill, don't get up yet. There's plenty of time." Nicole is a very efficient assistant of mine, she's the longest assistant I had so far plus we don't have that sexual tension unlike my past assistants. She's nice and chill so we don't have a problem getting along, she's more like a sister to me. "I'm fine, I feel better now." She just shook her head. "Ashleigh strictly told me to take care of you while they take care of everything. So chill." She left the room and comes back later with a tray. "And you need to eat stubborn ass or you won't have energy for later." The tray contains a mac n' cheese, fajita and a soup. "I'll eat, now go away." She didn't budge and stayed on her place. Whatever, I let her be and I feasted on my food. The food tastes bland, maybe because I'm sick but I force myself to eat. Nicole played mother hen and took care of me, she even gave me an energy drink. "Drink this, instead of snorting some angel dust later." I uttered thanks and drink the drink. I feel better afterwards but I'm still sick and I think I'm going to puke. "Okay time for your make over." I got up from bed and went to backstage to change, the show is starting at 8 so I make it all quick. Everyone's busy in the backstage since it's not just me but Noah, Thugger and the others are also here too. "Kells! You okay now?" Noah went to me and greeted me with our handshake. "I feel like shit but I'm good."

The show started and Thugger hyped the crowd, thank god he's here and the crew or I'll be damned. Noah appeared also after Thugger and then it's my turn.

The show was hard and I almost forgot I'm not feeling well. I ran backstage after the encore, hyperventilating and nauseous, Rook ran after me and help me through the way. One of the crew placed an oxygen mask while I'm half running to the comfort room. I relaxed my breathing before removing the mask and puke my guts out.

"That's nasty." Rook commented but I just flip him off. I puke all the contents I ate in dinner and everything is yellow. Drei massaged my back while I puke and I couldn't thank him enough for that. "God damn you Colson and your stubborn ass." I really wanted to lay on my bed. I feel sicker every minute. "Kells. I got you." Didn't knew Noah followed us here. She has towel already and some wipes. She helped me clean my self and wrapped the towel around me. I'm half naked by the way. "Where the fuck is Nicole, you aren't supposed to be here." Noah just rolled her eyes. "Shut it. Just be glad a lot of people cares for you." Everyone went to an after party that night while me I chose to stay in my bed and sleep.

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"Colson! Thank god you answered!" Halsey called the next morning. I feel better now. "What? Are you scolding me too?" I can imagine her rolling her eyes. "Of course! You should take care of your self! And I know you're stubborn and won't listen so I won't make anymore fuss about it. Anyways I'm in Australia with Evan. And guess what???? We're official!" I giggled at her enthusiasm, it's good to hear and see that she's happy with him. "Oh really? That's good to hear. We'll see each other when we're in LA. I'm happy for you Ash. Really." My past with Ashley/ Halsey was rough at the start, we're good now though and that's how look for each other telling about our days. "Okay when are you coming back?" We're on our flight to LA now. "Well we've check in already. I'll text you when I'm at the states." Our flight's being called and everyone settled already. "Okay cool. Bye." The flight from Dubai to LA took 16 hours and I realized I hated flights.

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We arrived at LA at 12 noon the next day, everyone was exhausted and went to their own places. I was left alone in my house. I just lay there on my couch thinking of what happened these past few days when my doorbell rang. For sure it's just Slim or Rook forgetting something. They have their own keys so I don't know why they use the doorbell. "I swear to god Rook if you're just going to ann--" I opened the door but no one is outside. I shrugged it off, maybe someone from the neighborhood just messing around. I'm about to close the door when someone popped out from nowhere. "Hi....hi oh my god wait." A girl maybe around 9 or 10? I dunno she's tall for 9 or 10, maybe 11? "Hello. Uh sorry can't entertain fans right now. I'm not in the mood. Does your parents know you're here?" Tsk young fans can be agressive sometimes. This is not the first time.

"Uhm no. Actually one of my parent lives here. " I look around if her parent's house is just around. "Uh from what block?" I asked again. The kid might be selling girls' scout cookies. "Right in this house. Hi dad." She lunged me with a hug. "I'm Casie by the way I'm your daughter." She said happily. I pulled her away from me. "Hey dude. I don't know who your parents are but I'm sure it's not me. " I laughed awkwardly. This kid is crazy, no one pops out of nowhere proclaiming they're my child. Man I should get used to this. The kid pull something out from her bag. An envelope.

"What's this?" I asked when she hand it to me. "That's the proof that I am your kid." She shrug as if it's not a big deal. I open the paper and read all it's content searching for any discrepancy to prove she is not my kid. But there's nothing, it was stated in the document that I am the father. How the hell could this happened? "Is this a prank? Am I in some tv show or what?" I asked and scanned the area if there's any camera hidden. You gotta be serious, this ain't funny. "Do I look like I'm kidding? Okay, my mom is Emma she's from Cleveland and you two met at a Blink 182 song concert. Then poof! You had me."

Emma?? Wait what the fuck? Emma? As in Emma Cannon? "Shi----Shoot. Get inside kid." I let her in before someone sees or hear us. "Wait here and eat that." I offered her the pizza we brought home. I went to the kitchen to call Ashleigh. "Ashleigh! Oh my god I know we're all tired but what I will tell you will make your tiredness go away." I heard a baby's cry on the background, must be Ashton. "What is it kells? It's better be important." Ash sounds like she just woke up from a nap. "I have a kid. A daughter." Silence.

"What the fuck is that a joke? You called just for that?" I can tell she's pissed off but I am not joking right now. "I am not joking Ash. A kid showed up with documents, plus she's claiming Emma to be her mother." I heard her sigh. "Are you sure it's not some fan? Or a prank? Are the documents legal?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm stupid but I'm not dumb. So get your ass here and tell the others." I hang up before she can answer. I went back to the living room and the kid is still sitting there. "How did you got here?" I asked.

"Does your mother know you're here? And how old are you?" I met Emma 11 years ago so this kid must be around 10. "I'm 10, my school is just around here in LA, I'm in a boarding school by the way." She didn't answer my question but that explains why she's in LA. Why the hell Emma let her in a boarding school? She's just 10. "Mum visits me weekly, so no worries." Damn now I have a kid.

#machine gun kelly #machine gunner #colson baker #est #slim #rook #bazexx #ashleigh #casie baker #kells #hotel diablo #redfest #estxx #mgkfanfic #mgk imagine #mgk

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blackkudos · 5 years ago

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Benny Bailey

Ernest Harold "Benny" Bailey (13 August 1925 – 14 April 2005) was an American jazz trumpeter.

Biography

A native of Cleveland, Ohio, Bailey briefly studied flute and piano before turning to trumpet. He attended the Cleveland Conservatory of Music. He was influenced by Cleveland native Tadd Dameron and had a significant influence on other Cleveland musicians, such as Albert Ayler, Bob Cunningham, Bobby Few, Bill Hardman, and Frank Wright. Bailey played with Tony Lovano, father of Joe Lovano.

In the early 1940s he worked with Bull Moose Jackson and Scatman Crothers. He later worked with Dizzy Gillespie and toured with Lionel Hampton. During a European tour with Hampton he remained in Europe and spent time in Sweden, where he worked with Harry Arnold's big band. He preferred big bands over small groups, and he became associated with several big bands in Europe, including the Kenny Clarke/Francy Boland Big Band. His time with Quincy Jones led to a brief return to the United States in 1960. He was invited to the studio as part of Freddie Redd's sextet to record Redd's Blues after meeting the pianist during a tour in Sweden. He returned to Europe, first to Germany, then the Netherlands, where he settled permanently.

In 1969 he played on Eddie Harris and Les McCann's album Swiss Movement, recorded live at the Montreux Jazz Festival, although it was not his usual style of music. In 1988 he worked with British clarinetist Tony Coe and recorded albums until 2000 when he was in his mid-70s.

Bailey died at home in Amsterdam on April 14, 2005.

Discography

Quincy - Here We Come (Metronome, 1959) also released as The Music of Quincy Jones by Argo in 1961

Big Brass (Candid, 1960)

Soul Eyes (MPS 1968)

Folklore in Swing (MPS, 1966)

The Balkan in My Soul (MPS, 1968)

Soul Eyes: Jazz Live at the Domicile Munich (MPS 1968)

Mirrors (The Amazing Benny Bailey) (Freedom 1971)

Islands (Enja 1976)

Serenade to a Planet (Ego, 1976)

East of Isar with Sal Nistico (Ego, 1978)

Grand Slam (Jazzcraft, 1978)

While My Lady Sleeps (Gemini, 1990)

No Refill (TCB, 1994)

Angel Eyes (Laika, 1995)

Peruvian Nights (TCB, 1996)

I Thought About You (Laika, 1996)

The Satchmo Legacy (Enja, 2000)

With Count Basie

Basie in Sweden (Roulette, 1962)

With the Kenny Clarke/Francy Boland Big Band

Jazz Is Universal (Atlantic, 1962)

Handle with Care (Atlantic, 1963)

Now Hear Our Meanin' (Columbia, 1965 [1963])

Swing, Waltz, Swing (Philips, 1966)

Sax No End (SABA, 1967)

Out of the Folk Bag (Columbia, 1967)

17 Men and Their Music (Campi, 1967)

All Smiles (MPS, 1968)

Faces (MPS, 1969)

Latin Kaleidoscope (MPS, 1969)

Fellini 712 (MPS, 1969)

All Blues (MPS, 1969)

More Smiles (MPS, 1969)

Clarke Boland Big Band en Concert avec Europe 1 (Tréma, 1992 [1969])

Off Limits (Polydor, 1970)

November Girl with Carmen McRae (Black Lion, 1975 [1970])

Change of Scenes with Stan Getz (Verve, 1971)

With Eric Dolphy

Berlin Concerts (1961)

With Stan Getz

Imported from Europe (Verve, 1958)

With Benny Golson

Stockholm Sojourn (Prestige, 1964)

With Dexter Gordon

Sophisticated Giant (Columbia, 1977)

Revelation (SteepleChase, 1995 [1974])

The Rainbow People (Steeplechase, 2002 [1974])

Round Midnight (SteepleChase, 1991 [1974])

With Quincy Jones

Quincy's Home Again (Metronome, 1958) - also released as Harry Arnold + Big Band + Quincy Jones = Jazz! (EmArcy)

I Dig Dancers (Mercury, 1960)

Quincy Plays for Pussycats (Mercury, 1965 [1959-65])

With Billy Mitchell

De Lawd's Blues (Xanadu, 1980)

With Freddie Redd

Redd's Blues (Blue Note, 1961)

With Charlie Rouse

The Upper Manhattan Jazz Society (Enja, 1985 [1981])

With Sahib Shihab

Companionship (Vogue Schallplatten, 1971 [1964-70])

With Randy Weston

Uhuru Afrika (Roulette, 1960)

With Jimmy Witherspoon

Some of My Best Friends Are the Blues (Prestige, 1964)

With Phil Woods

Rights of Swing (Candid, 1961)

#08/13 #04/14

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james-dean-daydream · 6 years ago

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Story time: Body image edition

Buckle up everyone.

Flashback to April 25, 2013: The day of Taylor’s Red show in Cleveland. I was 13 years old, and going through so much change with my body. I was only a year into puberty, but my growth spurt hit me like a TRAIN. I was on my way to being 5’11” with size 11/12 feet to match when no one else in my grade was growing. My spine couldn’t keep up, and I developed scoliosis which I treated by sleeping in a brace for four years. I grew up in a house ridden with diet culture, and I was dieting by age 12. Needless to say, I felt so different. But Taylor was super popular, and everyone wanted to be her. She was tall and long-limbed, and for the first time I had someone to look up to. I bought every magazine she was in. For the first time, I felt like my body didn’t make me an outcast because Taylor made it cool. The night of the concert, I was ~feeling myself~. After being lucky enough to see her Speak Now show, I knew it was going to be a killer night. I did my best to look like Taylor and embrace my body. As the show began, everyone was standing, including all 6 feet of me. Keep in mind that Quicken Loans Arena has stadium seating, meaning that seating is staggered on a slope so everyone can see if people stand. We were seated in the stadium seats directly across the arena from the stage. We were a few songs in and I was having a blast when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn to find an older couple seated behind me, not standing or smiling whatsoever. They ask me to sit down because they can’t see. I could feel my face fall. I sat down and began to cry. I couldn’t believe that in the place I had felt most accepting of my body I could feel this much shame about it. My mom was angry; she felt like the couple was infringing on my 13-year-old fun. I cried the whole show and wished for a different body. I remember sitting by my bed after the show, crying and typing a comment on Taylor’s Instagram about how upset I was.

I struggled in the years after. I felt like my body wasn’t good enough for anyone. I dieted on and off. I tried to be thin and beautiful, but acne tore apart my face as I mentally tore apart myself. Yet Taylor continued inspiring me. She never let anyone get her down. I cut my hair like her and modeled my style after her, and it made me feel so good. I was never immune to the comments people made about my body though. “You have small teeth.” “You look like you just got off a taffy stretcher.” “God, why are you so tall?”

College came when I was 18. I was in a place of half peace with my body, but I gained 10 pounds my freshman year. My struggle with dieting and body image returned. My body changed dramatically: stretch marks, the worst acne of my life, depressive symptoms and mood swings. It really felt like puberty the sequel. The following summer was Taylor’s Reputation show in Cleveland. My dad had so graciously bought me tickets, but not ones with stadium seating. Taylor has re-emerged stronger than before, but I noticed her body changed too. The queen has the most powerfully thighs, a healthy face and a great booty. I saw more of myself in her than ever before, but she was OWNING this change and I wasn’t. I recentered my mindset to accept this womanly body of mine because it’s the only one I have, and I too want to join the “thick thighs save lives club.” Taylor’s comments in her essay about not hating every ounce of fat on her body hit me hard too. I still wonder why I can’t have dainty shoulder or a chiseled chin, but I can’t waste time on those thoughts. The most powerful moment of the Rep show was the little girl in front of me. She was about 6 years old, and I could feel her staring at me. On the middle of the show, she waved me down. “You look just like Taylor!!” I was in shock. She waved me down again. “You’re so pretty!!”

I think I should mention I cried in her face, but made sure to thank her. I think about her every day.

I’m still struggling. Today I was picking apart the new cellulite on my thighs, and everyday I can barely stand to see the acne on my face. But Taylor reminds me every day that a changing body is a beautiful and accepted one.

My point in sharing this is that what brings us together here is that idea that Taylor has taught us something about ourselves that we needed to hear.

#taylor swift #taylornation #taylurking #bodyimage #selflove #bodypositivity

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slcwdisco · 6 years ago

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i’m really feeling like playing some of my older muses.. so like this for a starter from a muse under the cut ! pls reply to this post and specify who you’d like <3

TW : ABUSE / SEXUAL ABUSE ! tamsin page. 28. barista. former french escort. was abducted by french mafia and was used and abused from the age of 21 to 23. escaped and fled to the pacific northwest to start a new life. friendly, quiet, scrappy. has lots of street smarts. the people of the town love her.

rachel mccormack. 27. middle school choir teacher. eccentric energy !!!!!! has a BEAUTIFUL voice and people always told her she could do "so much more than teach" if she wanted to, but she genuinely loves what she does. wouldn't want to do anything else. sparkly dresses and scrunchies and fun makeup for choir concerts. invests a lot into her students. loves musical theatre more than anything. the "cool" teacher. helps at the high school with their musicals. a little bit lonely but ????? she's not gonna mention that.

diana cleveland. 29. one of the best lawyers to come out of harvard law as of late. friendly. leads with her heart and not always her head when it comes to cases she takes on. but she defends people well and she's very passionate about what she does. single mother. has a four year old son. has a good relationship with the father. sometimes wishes she was a little more of a family woman and a little less tangled up by her work.

cecily tananbaum. 28. works as a vintage clothing vendor. repurposes a lot of clothes. is a wizard with a sewing machine. is still very clean and organized. has many hobbies. enjoys art, quilting, is learning trapeze/acrobatics shit bc "it's a good workout". tried the keto diet and hated her life. still SUPER messy. commitment who ????? we haven't met her!!!! had a serious boyfriend in college but things didn't work out and she thinks being a "casual dater" is much more fun. LOVES dating apps. doesn't understand how people she went to high school with are getting married and having kids. she freaks out at the thought. wants to open up her own little vintage clothing shop, but definitely isn't responsible enough to do so.

tessa stewart. 33. forensic scientist. has a brain that's going at a mile a minute, constantly. very enthusiastic about work, finding clues, being on a case. she's bubbly and a little awkward and sometimes too loud. people tell her that she'd be better suited as an elementary school teacher a lot, but then they get a good grasp of her work ethic. has a cat. goes on a lot of bumble dates that go no where.

brock cleveland. 37. diana's ex husband. they're on very good terms still, just decided that as a couple they weren't working any more. there was a lot of trying to mend things but they'd just fallen out of love. computer forensics investigator. WICKED smart. compassionate. people say that maybe brock and diana were too similar and that's why it didn't work. plays the piano. lowkey believes in aliens.

bo bell. 41. rough n tough liberal news anchor. chris cuomo esque, doesn't let any of his guests on his show get away with any bullshit. asks the questions other anchors don't wanna ask. doesn't beat around the bush. but ultimately charming, has a good heart. just wants the truth to be out there when it comes to politics. has a big dog probably. has a sixteen year old daughter athena.

bartholomew “baz” dodger. 31. construction worker stuck in the routine of his life. morning coffee, work, home, sleep. the “most eligible bachelor” of his friend group. has been the best man in 3 weddings. secretly loves art and makes it in various mediums. paints, sculpts, draws. is good at it but would never pursue it because it’s not “practical”. sculpting is his favorite of all. he likes museums. a little bit on the quieter side. smokes cigarettes but is trying to quit. has a little hole in the wall bar he frequents with his buddies. gentle. sweet.

noah judson. bar owner! business owner! oldest of the judson children. he's like the perfect mix of carol and briggs. he's kinda awkward like briggs but also has carol's natural charm. he went to law school and was a practicing lawyer for several years, but really just hated it. was super unhappy, stuck in an unhappy relationship, just felt like shit. he broke things off with the woman he was seeing and decided he wanted to do something for a living that made him happy. and what made him happy? going out with his friends, frequenting the little bars. to him, it was never about the alcohol-- it was about being a space where people could be together and have a good time. so after hard work, he opened an arcade-bar, and it quickly became the hottest ticket in town. he's a pretty chill and funny guy, just likes to have a good time. it takes a lot to get him really upset. most things he can brush off pretty easily. just a big ole angel.

jordan kahale. 38. boxer. doesn't necessarily like what he does but he's good at it and it pays the bills and takes care of the people he loves. has a 10 year old daughter who's his whole ass world. he gets to spend a lot of time with her which is literally everything to him. trains a lot, especially when he needs to get his mind off things. his parents had him when they were young and they died in a freak accident when he was little. was raised by his grandmother. everything he does he does to make sure he can take care of her and his daughter.

#* ooc / i've got tens of dollars.#indie rp #open rp #open starter

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itsluhsbitch · 7 years ago

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rivals

You were laying in bed watching the vampire diaries and facetiming your best friend since first grade, Jack. This was your second time watching the series so you hardly were paying attention, you’d have to admit that at this point you were just watching to swoon over Stefan.

“so how’s tour?” you asked as Jack was sitting on the bus.

“it’s good! The shows are so lit and the fans are crazy. You’re coming to the Cleveland one right?” he asked hopefully.

“yeah, I’ll be in town anyway for my cousins baby shower”

“right, I forgot. What’s she having again?”

“a boy. Grayson Carter” you smiled.

“perfect. And after the show we can get some drinks”

“that’s perfect” you laughed.

“speaking of drinks, is Derek at the bar without you again?” Jack asked, making you roll your eyes.

“no, he’s with Sammy, they’re rehearsing for tour. And he didn’t go without me, he asked if I wanted to go and I told him I wasn’t feeling it”

“well then he shoulda stayed home with you. That’s what a good boyfriend would have done.

“Jack, we don’t have to do everything together. If he wants to go out he can, I’m not gonna stop him.”

“but he wouldn’t let you go out by yourself” Jack argued.

“he always wants to go and I’m not gonna tell him he can’t. You know half the time we get there I go and talk to my friends for half the night while he’s in the vip section, or hanging with the guys. It’s not a big deal” you defended your boyfriend, again.

“it’s not right. He doesn’t even treat you that well. you know on tour he’s gonna be all over other girls”

“Jack, we’ve been together for nearly three years. I trust him with my life. And they’re his fans. It’s not like he’s going out and going home with a bunch of different girls. It’s literally what he does.”

“I just don’‘t think he treats you right. you know how many girls there were before you? he probably doesn’t even remember them or their names.”

“so what Jack. You said it yourself. BEFORE me.”

“I just don’t think he’s changed.”

“I don’t understand why you have such a problem with him. You’re my best friend Jack. You’re supposed to be supportive.”

“I told you, he doesn’t treat you right. He’s gonna break your heart (y/n)” Jack spoke again.

You were about to defend your boyfriend, yet again, when you heard someone call out to G about something you couldn’t quite hear.

“I gotta get going, we’re going to go grab a bite to eat but I’ll text ya yeah?”

“yeah. that’s fine.” you smiled, waving and ending the call with G, and setting your phone down.

Not even 5 minutes later your bedroom door was opening and Derek was walking in, peeling his sweatshirt over his head.

“mmmmm baby” you teased, biting your lip as he pulled his shirt off, throwing it in the hamper and turning to look at you, a devilish smirk on his face as he approached the bed.

He crawled over top you, growling and squeezing your sides, causing you to let out a little yelp because you were so ticklish, and Derek gave you a sweet and sloppy kiss.

“hi baby” he muttered into your neck, pulling you closer to him.

“how were rehearsals?” you asked as Derek repositioned himself, sitting up more, resting against the headboard, pulling you into him.

“they were good. I’m so excited for this tour baby, you have no idea.” Derek smiled, playing with your hair.

“I’m glad. I’m excited for you babe. I know how much your fans mean to you.”

“yeah. I can’t wait to get out on the road and see them again. You’re coming to a few shows right? You know the fans love you” he smiled.

“yeah. You think I’d miss it?” you looked up at him with a furrowed brow.

“of course not. I’m just checking.” he smiled, leaning in and giving you a small peck on the lips.

You and Derek stayed like that, watching a movie on your tv, just waiting for sleep to take you over, when your phone went off.

“who is it?” you asked, since your phone was on the nightstand closest to Derek.

“Jack” Derek replied, handing you your phone, to which you unlocked it and read his message, just a small little text about how he couldn’t wait to see you in Cleveland, which you should start packing for honestly.

“what’s he saying? more shit about how I’m a terrible boyfriend and how you should be with him?” Derek asked, causing you to roll your eyes.

The two boys didn’t quite get along. It was easy to see. But it sucked. Jack was your best friend, and you loved Derek with everything in you. They just couldn’t stand one another and it really upset you. Derek got along with everyone else, and so did Jack; group functions were just problematic because those two hated one another.

You weren’t exactly sure if it was Derek’s jealousy that started it, or Jack’s over-protectiveness.

Derek didn’t like how close you and Jack were at the start of your relationship. You thought it was kinda cute though, how jealous he would get when you would talk to Jack or mention hanging out with him. Truth be told, at the start, you would talk to Jack about Derek and how you liked him, but you heard of his reputation.

And Jack had known of Derek for quite some time, and you’re his best friend after all, and he wanted you to be happy, and he could see how happy Derek made you, so Jack talked to you about Derek numerous times. You also had this horrible habit of over thinking, so when Derek wouldn’t text you back for an hour or so, you panicked and freaked out to Jack, who had no doubt in his mind Derek was with other women, but said he was probably just busy. And he was right. Derek had been working on new music when you two first met, so he was usually very busy in the studio and would just forget to text back.

Regardless of it all. Derek had a problem with Jack and Jack had a problem with Derek. And you loved them both to death, but you were getting so tired of listening to them bitch about the other.

“no, he’s just talking about how when I go to Ohio for my cousin’s baby shower that we’re going to meet up and I’m gonna go to their show”

“I’m sure he’s glad to get you away from me for a weekend” Derek spoke.

“I’m literally seeing him for one day D. He’s my best friend. And just like I support you, I support him” you reasoned.

“yeah, well I still bet he’s glad you’re leaving me for the weekend. I bet he’ll try to make a move on you”

“Derek” you spoke, sitting up more to turn and look at Derek “he has a girlfriend.”

“so”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed Derek’s face and pressed your lips to his, pulling back slightly before replying.

“so, regardless of anything, I don’t want to be with anyone else but you D, and setting aside the fact that he has a girlfriend, and is literally just my best friend, even if he tried to make a move on me, which he wouldn’t, I wouldn’t let him, because I’m kind of madly in love with you” you reasoned.

“I love you too” Derek spoke, leaning in and capturing your lips in his, rolling over top of you, where things quickly escalated.

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You woke up the next morning tangled in the sheets with Derek. You smiled as you looked over at his sleeping figure and saw the purple marks littered around his neck and chest.

Getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom, you started to run some water for a quick shower.

After you had dried off, you took the towel to your hair, walking back into the bedroom and over to one of your dressers, searching for a pair of leggings.

“damn, talk about a view” you heard Derek from behind you, causing you to stand and look over your shoulder at your boyfriend laying in bed, the only covering of his skin coming from your thin sheet on his dick, which you could see was hard.

You just smiled and shook your head, turning back to search through your drawers.

Putting on some leggings and one of Derek’s tee’s you made your way to your closet and pulled out your suitcase, packing for your trip to Ohio for the weekend.

“babe, come back to bed.” D whined, watching you grab some clothes out of one of your drawers.

“I leave tomorrow morning D, and I haven’t even started packing, and I kinda need to have clothes.” you teased, looking at him over your shoulder.

“but you look good as fuck without them” Derek winked “plus I need your help”

“Derek, I will come suck you off once I get some clothes together, but I really need to get a dent on this, because you know in a few hours I’ll remember something I’m forgetting.”

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Your plane landed and as soon as you were off it you called Derek, letting him know you had landed and were meeting your cousin and her husband, Chad, and staying with them. As you continued to talk to Derek, after getting your bag, and receiving a text from your cousin that they were outside, you quickly made your way out the doors.

“yeah I will babe, I love you” you said as you smiled at your cousin walking to the car and ending your phone call with Derek.

“Y/n!!” your cousin, Molly, squealed, engulfing you in a hug.

“it’s so good to see you Molls” you spoke.

You and Molly were exceptionally close. She was your best friend. Growing up, your parents lived next to one another, and you and Molly practically lived at one anothers house.

“it’s been way to long” she spoke, getting in the car, you following her suit, greeting Chad.

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Your cousin’s baby shower went great, and you were so glad to have a weekend to see her, although tonight was the night of the concert, and Jack had texted you to come early so he could hang out with you, so here you were, leaving her house at 1 to get there around 1:30, on the phone with Jack the whole way.

“there’s my favorite girl” Jack teased as he saw you walking towards the bus, Jack having told security that he was expecting you.

“hey” you smiled, running and giving him a hug.

“someone missed me” he joked.

“well yeah, I haven’t seen my best friend in what now? 3 months?” you spoke, following Jack onto the bus.

“sorry, but I’ve been on tour. You know you easily coulda came out whenever.” Jack spoke as the two of you sat down on the couch on the bus.

“Yeah I know. I’m sorry, just Derek’s getting ready for his tour too and I’ve been trying to spend as much time with him as I can” you said, waving as JJ walked through on snapchat.

Jack just rolled his eyes at the mention of Derek, and you tried to ignore it, as it was something you were used to when mentioning one boy around the other.

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You were currently backstage, facetiming Derek before the show started. The boys were currently meeting fans, so you were just hanging out.

“how’s my girl?” he smiled.

“good, I just miss you” you pouted.

“I miss you too baby. But you’ll be home in a day.”

“I know. I can’t wait.”

“tired of Jack already?” Derek smirked.

“babe” you rolled your eyes before switching subjects and talking to him until the boys came back.

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The Jacks were coming home, finishing off their tour, so everyone decided to get together at Nate’s, especially since Derek and Sammy were getting ready to go on tour as well. This would be one of the few times we could all be together.

You were in the middle of fixing your hair when Derek walked up behind you and slipped his hands onto your waist.

“mmmm baby” Derek muttered in your ear.

“not now D” you managed as his lips made their way to your neck, “we can do this later, I just wanna see the boys”

“you’re killing me babe” Derek groaned.

“I’m sorry baby, but” you spoke, turning and looking at him with lustful eyes “if we go now I’ll do that one thing with my mouth that you like”

Derek’s eyes lit up and he practically dragged you down the stairs and out to the car.

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Derek drove around the block at least 3 times so he could finish, loving the way your mouth wrapped around him, and that one thing you did with your tongue that had him ready to stop on the side of the road and wreck you on the hood of the car.

You wiped the corner of your mouth and smiled at Derek who just stared at you in awe.

“damn baby, how did I get so fucking lucky”

You just smiled before reaching for the door handle and saying “you just better be sure to return the favor later” and then exiting the car, Derek immediately by your side as you two walked towards Nate’s, letting yourself in where a party was already in full swing.

You had been here for some time, Derek off with Sammy smoking. Normally you would have joined, but decided to stick to alcohol tonight. You were talking to Alissa, one of your friends you’ve met through everyone, when an arm was slung over your shoulder.

You smiled when you saw it was Jack, who managed to peel you away from Alissa, and outside.

“what are we doing out here Jack” you laughed as he pulled you towards the pool, rolling his pants up and dipping his feet in, waiting for you to do the same. Following suit you plopped down next to him.

“I just wanted to talk, away from everyone else.”

“well what did you wanna talk about?” you asked, concerned because you knew Jack very well and could tell something was heavy on his mind.

“just...Madison.”

“well. what about her?”

“I don’t even know. I just kinda miss her.” he shrugged, swinging his feet around in the pool, clearly deep in thought.

“that’s understandable. But Jack, you loved her. She was the first person I’ve ever seen you love really. It’s hard to just get over that. Yeah things might have been hard or whatever, but it’s hard. I get it.”

“yeah. It just kinda sucks sometimes.” he muttered resting his head on your shoulder.

You two sat there like that for a while, starring out into the pool in silence, the thumping from the house making it’s way outside.

“yo what the fuck” you heard behind you, causing you and Jack to turn and see Derek standing there.

“hey babe.” you smiled, Jack remaining silent.

“what’s going on here?” Derek spoke.

“nothing D, just talking” you replied, pulling your feet out of the pool and going to stand, Jack following your actions.

You walked up and pecked Derek’s cheek, but his eyes were on Jack the whole time, who was also glaring at D.

“whatchu looking at?” Derek asked, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side.

“nothing.” Jack spoke, a scoff in his voice.

“D, can you not” you asked from beside him.

“I just wanna know what the fuck he’s looking at.” Derek spoke, his eyes never leaving Jack’s.

“so you’re just gonna ignore your girlfriend and try to start something?” Jack spoke.

Soon they were yelling at one another back and forth, Jack telling Derek he was a shitty boyfriend and Derek accusing Jack of wanting you, which in return had Jack talking about how much better he would be for you, and then Derek freaking out about that.

“YOU’RE JUST MAD SHE AIN’T WANT YOU BRO” Derek yelled as him and Jack were extremely close. You honestly were surprised one of them hadn’t thrown a punch.

“YOU’RE JUST MAD I’M BETTER THAN YOU AND EVERYONE KNOWS IT” Jack countered.

Finally having enough, you stepped between the two of them, pushing them apart.

“THAT’S ENOUGH” you yelled, causing Derek and Jack to both stare at you. They’ve never seen you like you were currently.

You were livid. You have had enough of them constantly going at one another, and constantly dogging on one another. You loved them both.

you looked back and forth between the two of them before talking.

“I am so fucking sick of your shit”

“you know I don’t like how close you two are.” Derek spoke. And he was right. You did know. Derek had expressed his concerns to you multiple times, and you reassured him he had nothing to worry about.

“Derek grow up! You know I love you, but stop acting like a damn child. Jack is my best friend. He has been for years, and you know that.” you looked at Derek, only to have Jack make some sort of noise behind you causing you to whip your head around to look at him.

“and you!” you started. “you know how much I love Derek. Not once have I told you one bad thing about him. Not once have I said he’s treated me poorly or cheated on me or anything, so stop telling me he’s this bad guy because he’s not. He treats me better than I’ve ever dreamed of. Both of you need to grow the fuck up and get over yourselves. And until you guys figure out your shit don’t bother me. Jack don’t text me, don’t call me, nothing, and D? you can sleep on the couch.” you spoke, leaving to head inside.

“wait babe, where you going?” Derek called out, only for you to turn around once more.

“home”

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It had been two days. Jack has been blowing your phone up, and Derek has literally been following you around the house trying to get you to talk to him. The only response he got from you was “have you and Jack gotten over yourselves yet?” and when Derek didn’t answer immediately you were back to giving him the cold shoulder.

You felt bad, but having your best friend and boyfriend at war with one another was mentally exhausting for you. It had been like this for at least a year and a half, and you had finally had enough.

You were home for the day cleaning around the house, Derek had been at the studio all day, he’s been spending a lot of time there the last few days. Honestly, you couldn’t blame him though.

You were upstairs cleaning the bathroom when you heard the door downstairs open and close, and Derek calling out asking where you were.

“bathroom” you yelled back.

“can you come down here please?”

You considered it while you finished scrubbing the toilet.

“Please! I know your mad at me but please just come down here”

You finished your scrubbing and headed down the stairs. Reaching the bottom of the steps you turned to look at the door and you were shocked to see Derek alongside Jack.

“we uh, we wanted to talk to you” Derek spoke.

“o-okay” you stuttered, following behind them as they walked towards the kitchen. You stood across from where they sat at the breakfast bar.

“I don’t know where to even begin.” Derek spoke, looking at you.

“I’m so sorry babe. I can’t express how sorry I truly am. It was so dumb and childish to act how I was.” he continued.

“and I’m sorry too.” Jack cut in. “you’re my best friend and I just want what’s best for you, and I’m sorry I couldn’t see that Derek was it for you.”

“and I’m so so sorry that I freaked anytime you were with Jack or spoke about him. I hate to admit it but I was just jealous. Jack’s a good dude, and I was just afraid he would take you away from me. And I can’t lose you.”

“and I’d hate to admit it, but I was jealous too. You and Derek had, or have such a good relationship, and I saw how happy you two were together, and you know mads and I were so rocky. And I guess anytime I was in a bad mood I took it out on Derek.”

“regardless of it all, there was no reason for either of us to act the way we did. You’re just such an important person in both of our lives.” Derek spoke.

“You guys are so important to me, and it was just so exhausting to me to have the two people I care the most about hate one another.” you sighed.

“so do you forgive us?” Jack asked.

“you guys are such idiots” you let out a little laugh, walking around to hug them “but I love you guys.”

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so this was long. wtf. also sorry it kinda sucks. pls bear with me. It’s been a while and I’m so so so so soooooorrrrryyy i’ve been such shit at posting. please don’t hate me. also. feel free to send in requests. I need ideas to write.

#derek luh #derek luh imagine #derek luh smut #jack gilinsky #jack gilinsky imagine #jack gilinsky smut #ogoc #ogoc imagine #ogoc smut #freshlee #freshlee imagine #freshlee smut #jack and jack #jack and jack imagine

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lccdctour · 3 years ago

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Day Seven

With a later departure time than previous days, we were able to sleep a bit later and have a leisurely breakfast before starting out on the penultimate day of the tour. Our first stop of the day was at Jennings Retirement Community in Garfield Heights, OH for our final concert of the tour. While Covid restrictions prevented us from interacting with the residents directly, we were still able to present a beautiful performance for a very appreciative audience. (Although given the amount of tears from choir members - and parents - on “Here’s to Song”, we may have to record next year’s spring concert in advance.)

Following our final tour concert, we traveled to downtown Cleveland for our visit to the Great Lakes Science Center. After eating our box lunches, we toured the interactive exhibits in our chaperone groups. The activities ranged from measuring pitching speed to reaction times to balance. There was an entire exhibit devoted to how music is created using various tubes, pipes, and strings. Another exhibit examined the different ways pulleys can be used to lift objects of the same weight and others explored new advances in biomedical technology. An entire section of the museum was sponsored by NASA and devoted to past and future space exploration with exhibits including an Apollo Command Module, artifacts from Ohio astronaut, John Glenn (the first American to orbit the earth), and a giant Mars airbag landing system (and you could get your picture taken in a space suit).

A popular exhibit with LCC members was the giant Lite-Brite board with colorful pegs where several members worked together to illuminate their love for LCC. :)

Following the science center visit, we made our way next door to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. Filled with memorabilia from pop music’s biggest stars, we had a chance to see Michael Jackson’s jacket worn in the “Thriller” music video, tour an exhibit about The Beatles filled with artifacts from the band’s infamous years at the top of the charts (including the original lyrics to “In My Life” written in Lennon & McCartney’s own handwriting), view a jacket and notebooks filled with lyrics from Billy Joel, and gawk at So. Many. Clothes. worn by pop music stars from Elvis Presley to Aretha Franklin to David Bowie to Taylor Swift & Lady Gaga.

In addition to all the memorabilia, we also had a chance to earn Rock & Roll Hall of Fame stickers by answering questions about our knowledge of African American pop music stars (although our resident radio DJ had an unfair advantage). Along with earning stickers, there was also an exhibit where you could make your own album cover sticker which was a lot of fun. The fourth floor houses the actual Hall of Fame where all the inductees names and signatures are etched in gold.

One of the most popular floors (besides the gift shop on level 1!) was The Garage on level 2. Filled with guitars, electric basses, ukuleles, keyboards, and drum sets, tutorial videos showed museum goers the rudiments of how to play the various instruments, so several members of our group gave it a try. Great music from several decades played throughout all levels of the pyramid-shaped museum to make the experience even more enjoyable. For a bunch of music lovers, this was a great last museum stop on the tour. (And made for a great group shot as we posed on the “Long Live Rock” sign.)

Back on the buses once again, we headed for our tour farewell dinner at Texas de Brazil in Westlake, OH where we had an AMAZING meal. Salads, breads, vegetables, soup, potatoes, rice, fried bananas, and charcuterie items were in (over) abundance at this beautifully decorated restaurant. Meats - chicken, BBQ ribs, sirloin, bacon-wrapped filet mignon, lamb, and more - were served table side on long skewers until we couldn’t possibly eat another bite. Despite that fact, we somehow managed to find room for desserts including carrot cake, crème brûlée, key lime pie, Brazilian cheesecake, and chocolate mousse cake. Luckily, calories don’t count on tour!

Returning to the hotel with (very) full bellies, the rest of the evening was spent playing in the pool, relaxing in our rooms, and making LCC bracelets with friends. What a great way to end tour day seven before heading to the roller coasters and rides at Cedar Point for our final tour day.

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surveys-at-your-service · 7 years ago

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Survey #146

“peace sells, but who’s buying?”

Have you ever been arrested? For what? No. Do you like Pres. Obama? Why? Don't even fight me, dude was funny. From a political position, I can't answer. I didn't pay enough attention to form a well-supported opinion. Do you know how to change the oil in your car? Nope. At what age did you obtain your driver license? I don't have it yet, but I do expect to probably get it this year. Do you like Slim Jim’s? g i m m e What are you favorite kind of chips? Spicy Cheetos. Are there any plants in your house? I think there's none... How important is it for you and your partner or friends to share a similar taste in music, movies, shows, etc? Not very important at all. What sort of compliments make you feel the best? Because I'm a self-conscious piece of shit, calling me pretty or something of the sort and actually sounding sincere can brighten my whole day. Also just a compliment on my behavior means a lot. If you have a pet, do they sleep with you at night? Roman does. <3 He sleeps on my hip, arm, or curled beside me. What is the climate and geography like where you live? Usually warm, humid as fuck in the summer... We live in a pretty flat area. Farming terrain. Do you have a Facebook? If no, then why not? Yeah. Has there ever been a murder in your town? Yeah. Are you someone who has to analyze everything? AAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Are you too sensitive for your own good? YUP. Do you still have pictures of you and your ex best friend? I'm sure in old photo albums Mom keeps. Where does your grandma live? My only living one technically lives in Florida, but she stays in NY with her son's family a lot. Probably doesn't much now that she's married, though. Is there a mirror in your room? We have one we need to put up on my door. Have you ever done hard drugs before? No. Have you ever lived with a roommate before? Jacob and Amanda when I was in the apartment with Jason. What's the littlest you have slept in? Naked accidentally lmao. What is your favorite juice? Mixed ones. Particularly mango ones. Do you love one parent better than the other? Yeah, admittedly. But I adore them both. What’s the best club you’ve ever been to? Never been. Do you prefer hardly toasted at all or burnt toast? You will never see me eat burnt toast. Are there any forms of Art you personally find pointless? I will never in my entire life understand why scribbles a two-year-old could make sometimes sell for thousands. But for the artist themselves, if it's therapeutic, then, *shrugs* Have you ever been told you naturally tilt your head a certain way? YUP and my mom would always try to fix it. I still do it. Who were the last two girls you texted? Sara and Mom. When was the last time you completely broke down? Uhhhh I'm unsure. Have you ever gone to court? Yeah, but only to explain to a judge why I felt I should be released from the mental hospital sooner. Won. They wanted to keep me for a whole month and I was like um fuck no, especially when your facility sucks. When was the last time you felt left out? *shrugs* Do you know if women in your family tend to get gray hair early? Have you yourself ever had a gray hair? Idk, and no. Who in your family has the longest hair? How long is yours? Nicole easily has the longest. The longer side of my hair just barely passes my ear. What professional teams do you and/or your family root for? Dad's for the Carolina Hurricanes and Cleveland Browns. How many people have you truly fallen IN love with? Two. What’s your favorite bird? Barn owls. Does your car have an alarm? I don't have my own car. Mom's doesn't. What about your house? No, but Teddy and Bentley suffice well. Have you ever seen your siblings naked? As kids, sure, and then Nicole has like zero shame walking around the house naked after a shower to get clothes. Did you ever really believe in the tooth fairy? Lol yeah. Would you ever get your legs waxed? No, sounds painful as fuck. Especially when your hair's as thick as mine. @_@ Do you like the picture on your license/I.D. card? HELL NO. It looks n o t h i n g like me. Have you ever had surgery or stitches? Both. Are you unemployed? Yeah. Do you think the govt has a cure for cancer, but is hiding it from public? Tbh maybe. Like, have you not heard the billion ideas that could cure cancer, but these ideas are never pursued? And even those that have been, I would not at all be surprised if one way or even multiple have been found but kept silent because the world runs on money. Might as well let people stay sick and milk millions out of them, right? I don't trust the government for shit. Do you have a Mexican friend? Yeah. Are both of your parents still alive? Thankfully. Was your ex born in America? All but one, although I really don't even consider us as ever dating. What popular social media platforms AREN’T you on? I don't have a personal Instagram, no Snapchat, and I literally only have a blank Twitter to like Mark's shit get on my level. What was the last thing you were stressed about? Uhhh how am I blanking on this. Would you rather have a trampoline or swimming pool? Pool. I could never handle a trampoline again with my knees, plus it just doesn't entertain me as it did as a kid. Do you have the same favorite colors you had when you were a kid? Yeah. My favorite color has always been hues of red. What do you like to put in your tea? I hate tea. Who have you been told you look like? My sisters, at least somewhat. And Mom and Dad. What color are your doorknobs? Gold. Do you own a bobblehead? No. What do you make wishes on? Nothing. What is your city known for? "You mean Tennessee?" What is your state known for? Mountain Dew, Pepsi, Bojangle's, probably half of all country bands... What’s your favorite Paramore song? "That's What You Get." What was the subject of your last photo shoot? I couldn't tell you the last time I was in what I'd call a "photo shoot," not since I was a kid... The most recent one I did was of Colleen and her son. What are some of your favorite sounds? Wind chimes, waves, fire crackling, the breeze through leaves, sARA'S SINGING YOU GO AMY LEE... lots of things. When two family members are fighting, what do you usually do? There's a chance I'll be dumb and butt in if I think I could defuse the situation, but I'll sometimes just awkwardly stay silent. What’s your all time FAVORITE freezer food? Do you eat that a lot? I dunno, that's broad as hell... If you had to choose, would you rather be an alcoholic or pothead? The latter. What are you listening to? A Jeffree Star video oops I've fallen in love with him tbh. What if someone asked you to be in a relationship with them? I'm already happily in one so the answer would be no. What will your next piercing be? It's probs gonna be my collarbones. Your phone is ringing. It’s your ex. What do you say? Well I know none of my ex's numbers but Girt's, but I'll just say I knew them. Aaron, I'd be very confused considering we haven't talked since like freshman year, but greet him like I would any old friend. Juan or Tyler, wouldn't answer. Girt, answer like normal. Jason, tbh I'd answer and do whatever I could to show how much better my life is without him. Bitchy but idc. After the shit he shoved me into, I want him to know I came out better than ever. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed? Quite a few times but still not enough weeps. Will you kiss that person again? YEAH. Do you like champagne? Never tried it. Do you like cinnamon on your apple pie? I hate pie. Do you clap or cheer when at a concert? Only been to one, but yeah. Do you use a comb or brush? Mostly a comb now that my hair's short. Do you eat the crust of your sandwiches? It's the part I eat first. Have you ever had a vacation where you stayed in a cabin? No, I wish. Would you rather call or text? Omfg do not call me. What color would you dye your hair right now if you could, and it was guaranteed to look good? Okay so currently I'm dying (hawhaw) to get this mostly peach color, but have it fade to fiery, reddish-orange on the longer side. It's based on a picture and would cost over $100, so. Guess who's not doing it anytime soon lmao. Do you like the way you look naked? PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF. Have you ever dissected an animal? In high school. Do you believe that humankind has a future in space (will we live there some day)? Maybe. Probably, actually. What (not who) do you care about? Gay rights, animal rights (no, not to PETA degree), equal human rights in general, the first amendment, maintaining peace/pacifism, conservation efforts... I'unno, lots of stuff, if you want the answer to be like, big topics. Who or what is really the absolute root and source of all evil? Discontent. Now this itself doesn't always lead to evil actions, but just about any malevolence I can think up stems from that. Has anyone ever led you on? No. Would you rather date someone 4 feet tall or 9 feet tall? The former. What is the one thing you do that your friends wish you didn’t? I've heard "don't be afraid to reach out first" a billion times. Do you believe you have a soul? Yes. Would you rather have a child that is more confident or more curious? Curious. Ask questions, learn things. Who influences you to be the way you are? LOTS of people! What is one idea that you live by? Yikes, that's hard. But I suppose one of the biggest is that caring about the world and what's within it does wonders. How can people act to make you want to get to know them? Be super open, honest, and shameless of yourself. See the positives, SHOW you clearly care about others, have passion... and if you're funny, that's a bonus. When are you at a loss for words? It's honestly rare I seriously am. If I in person was to witness something like abused dogs screaming at being pet for the first time, that'd almost definitely get me. What is the worst time to be alone? When suicidal. You. Need. To. Talk. What do your parents do that you will try never to do? I'll never smoke like Dad. And I'm never having kids, but if I did, I would never, ever spank them like Mom did me and my sisters. Who is your favorite visual artist? Some folks on deviantART. The three probably in a tie are NukeRooster (I prefer lots of her older stuff, though; also got permission to tattoo one of her paintings one day yeets loudly), sandara, and Culpeo-Fox. What is the most magical thing that has ever happened to you? I'm fucking pathetic that time Mark reblogged my gif lmao my soul evacuated my body and left me for dead for like three days & nothing felt real. Whenever that gif comes up in my activity now, a single tear falls. Do you have high blood pressure? No, it's usually kinda low. Have you ever pumped gas? No. I'm 22. Weeps. Do you have any appointments this month? I have a therapy and psychiatry appointment monthly, so yes. Do you like bras that have removable straps? h u n n y I ain't in the Itty-Bitty Titty Committee so it makes no difference to me, me wearing bras without straps is a danger to society. What are you the most sensitive about? Can we like never comment on my weight. Actually, scratch that, that's not the worst. I would probably rip someone's eyes out and sob for a week if someone claimed I did Jason wrong. I'd fucking lose it. Have you ever left a mean unsigned note? No, I don't think I've ever left a mean note. What are three things that you try not to think about? Perhaps more than anything is the fact one day, I may become immune to the medications that played a big role in saving my life. I try really, really hard to never think about that. I do pretty well at that, thankfully... Two others are hazards of me driving and the possibility of getting another job that only flops. Is casual sex acceptable for you? Abso-fucking-lutely not. What form of sexual protection do you use? Being in a gay relationship lmao. Okay but seriously I take birth control, but for my period. Do you believe in the need for political correctness? It's gone way too goddamn far jfc. Does anyone have a video tape of you doing something embarrassing? Mom probably lmao. What is the worst fault a person can have? Abusive. Who have you read a biography about? Ozzy Osbourne. What do you find yourself encouraging others to try? BELIEVE IN YOUR CAPABILITIES!!! Are there any animals you flat out refuse to touch? Maggots, slugs, some spiders and insects, centipedes... If it were legal would you own a human slave (race unimportant)? Nope. Do/did you always say goodnight to your parents before bed? No. Are there any holidays you don’t celebrate? It'd be easier to tell you what we do celebrate.

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