#dang lightfoot

[speench]

I haven't seen anyone talk about this yet and I just need to point out that everything Jacob does at the table is the reason I as a DM adore new players.

Like everyone else this season has at least some experience with ttrpgs in general, and once players start getting comfortable with rules I notice that a lot of their energy goes to 'what can i get away with by bending the rules of this system to my will' which can get fun and hilarious don't get me wrong.

But Jacob is pulling directly from the genre they're doing a parody of (for the most part) Like of course Greg Stocks just, has a car, of course he can take a jet to space. He's an international super spy, that's what they do.

I don't want to discredit anyone else, the absolute batshit things that have come out of these players this season could put any dm in a coma and I love them all so much for it but seeing Jacob at the table is such a delight as a dm. He's clearly having an absolute blast and is 150% committed and I love that for him. Every DM needs a Jacob at the table to ask the question that everyone else would have discarded immediately bc it may not work out immediately within the rules.

Idk NSBU just has absolutely become a favorite d20 season for me as a dm for so many reasons but mostly because everyone is just having such an absolutely insane fun time. The energy at that table is insane, this is the kind of energy that should come out of the tail end of an 8hr session over discord when you're all incoherently tired and the dm is in absolute shambles trying to keep things on track. The only difference being that Brennan has just decided to be even more unhinged than all of his players and Izzy seems to be there to challenge that at every opportunity

anyways dropout give us more of this table please I love them they're so unhinged together

[18catsreading]

Brennan: Dang, its chaos everywhere. Dogs --

Rekha: dog men

Brennan: -- people going berserk. And you see that none of the humans can hear it, but they've agreed to be dogs and they know what's going on so they're honor bound to freak out.

Jacob: mm-hm. The dog show's all about honor bounding.

Brennan: honor bound!

[hinge]

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[t1r3dr3pt1l3z]

This episode is going to put me in the ground /nsrs

[nichetheorist]

Wait…

Am I late to this? This might be a reach, but lest we forget…

[saingirl101]

Omg its really is movie jumanji. The real life characters are controlling the movie characters

I see this only as a win as usha continues her old lady dominance.

So many potentially amazing interactions. Plus the homebrewed aspects of kids on bikes is so cool. I am so excited for the rest of this series.

Us for the rest of the season.

[closetextrovert]

Rewatching episode 2 of Never Stop Blowing Up... everyone has such fantastic wild great moments here but I just keep thinking about Dang Lightfoot as the James Bond expy.

Neurodivergent slacker finding himself in the body and role of a suave secret agent, an anonymous blunt instrument of a government agency, and thriving in it because he's been given a role, a purpose, and it's something that both he and others KNOW he's able to achieve despite the high stakes and danger.

"I think it's the idea that, whoever that guy at the other end of the phone was, he didn't think you were a shithead. There was trust there... you were capable of doing it, and it felt fucking AWESOME."

Yeah I'm totally rooting for Dang, y'all. Can't wait to see more of Jacob gets up to in the dome this season.

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

"Down By The River" - Neil Young & The International Harvesters, Pier 84, New York City, September 10, 1985

As I'm sure you've heard, Neil Young will release the third volume of his Archives project in just over a month. Weighing in at 17 discs (plus five blu-rays), it's a ridiculously large collection, with dozens of unreleased tracks. I've heard the whole dang thing via a promo stream and Vol. III will make Neil fanatics very very happy. And yet! It wouldn't be a Neil Young situation if there weren't some very questionable choices made ... As always, I've got quibbles! Quibbles, I say!

For one thing, the International Harvesters era ... Most of what shows up on Vol. III has already been released on A Treasure, well over a decade ago. The additions are great — a gorgeous live version of "Interstate" with a fiery electric solo from Neil and a sweet rendition of "Misfits." But Neil should've added this legendary "Down By The River" to the mix (in fact, he seemed to be considering it). It's a truly insane performance, with Old Black moving unexpectedly into almost Sonic Youth-y zones during the long instrumental sections. Neil duels magnificently with Nashville session pianist Hargus "Pig" Robbins (who you know from classic recordings with Dylan, Lightfoot, Parton and countless others), taking things to unreal heights. Over the rainbow, indeed.

And hey, one good "Down By The River" from the 1980s deserves another, right? Here's Neil and the International Harvesters doing it about a year before Pier 84 down in New Orleans — notable not only for its awesomeness, but also for its rare spoken intro, wherein Neil evocatively sets the scene:

I'd like to sing you a song about a guy who had a lot of trouble controlling himself. He let the dark side come through a little too bright. One afternoon he took a little stroll down through a field and through a forest, till he could hear the water runnin' along there. And he met his woman down there. And he told her she'd been cheatin' on him one time too many. And he reached down in his pocket and he pulled a little revolver out. Said "Honey, I hate to do this but you pushed me too far."

By the time he got back to town he knew he had to answer to somebody pretty quick. He went back to his house, he sat down on the front porch. About two hours later the sheriff's car pulled up out front. It started sinking in on him just what he'd done. The sheriff walked up the sidewalk. He said "Come with me son, I want to ask you a few questions." As he heard the jail door shut behind him he sat down on a little wooden bench — and he looked out of the door through those bars at this kind of wimpy looking sheriff out there. He started getting mad again and he realized what he'd done. There wasn't nothing he could do about it now though. He just sat down and put his head down and started thinking to himself — I'm all by myself here, there's nobody on my side...

Because I care deeply about you, there's another little bonus in the above download, too — a very early "Razor Love," also recorded live with the International Harvesters in 1984. Just wait 'til you hear the synth-pop version included on Vol. III!

[princessmo]

well if i wasn't supposed to be canadian why do i listen to so much rush and gowan and gordon lightfoot and great big sea. why do i watch so much trailer park boys and letterkenny. why do i like (the way) tim hortons (used to be) and poutine so dang much

[melinoelabs]

Oh dang, did we miss a public service announcement? We should have told you guys about this stuff back in 1993!

Well, lets start with the obvious one: As stated on the contraindications on the package, once daily Lycantrozine™ has severe reactions to persons with type 1 and type 2 vamprism. While it will eventually solve the problem, this is a weakness in precisely the same way PCP is a weakness for lowland gorillas, and is recommended with a similar lack of enthusiasm.

The following works of music repel vampires of types 1 and 2 precisely like the lord's prayer, hymns, and the psalms*:

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald (Gordon Lightfoot)

Old Man Mose is Dead (any version)

Won't You Be My Neighbor? (Fred Rogers)

Believe it Or Not (Joey Scarbury)

Rapper's Delight (the Sugarhill Gang)

Stayin' Alive (Bee Gees)

Opblaaskrokodil (Ome Henk)**

Time (Full Album, including Julie Don't Live Here Anymore) (Electric Light Orchestra)

My Ding-A-Ling (Chuck Berry)

the Mennen aftershave jingle

Complete Discographies: (Queen, Dolly Parton, Sir Mix-A-Lot, Johnny Cash, RATT, Spike Jones, Donna Summer, Kraftwerk, Andrews Sisters)

No Guts No Glory (John Van Tongeren)

Super Mario Brothers Underwater Theme

Buttermilk Biscuits (Sir-Mix-A-Lot)

Beautiful World, Through Being Cool (Devo)

What is Love? (Haddaway)

Kiss Kicker '99 (The Fontanelles)

The Monster Mash (Any Version)

Valerie (Steve Winwood)

The End of the Century (SEIKIMA-II)

Go Robot (Red Hot Chili Peppers)

The Battle Hymn of the Republic

*These were all deduced by brute-force testing undertaken by Liberace Liverpool Labs. There's a Nobel in it for ya if you can discern a pattern! ** But NOT French Erotic Film (Albino Blacksheep)

If you lack grains of rice or fennel seeds, you can achieve a similar arithmomania reaction by brandishing a match-3 puzzle game or any variant of Bubble Bobble long enough to catch the vamp's attention then immediately handing the device to the vampire. This keeps them locked down until the charge dies or they can no longer afford the microtransations. This is both only applicable to type 1 vampirism and ethically questionable, but will provide an opportunity for escape.

White Gatorade - Supernormal stimulus for feeding instincts while providing no useful nutrition.

Vampires with type 2 vampirism are vulnerable to one or more of the following (consult their DracAlert™ bracelet or their Ailments, Limitations or Undeath Card):

Wouldn't it be entirely possible, even likely, that with all the silly weaknesses vampires and stuff were supposed to have, they'd also turn out to be weak to any number of things that have only been invented more recently? Like who's to say vampires aren't also repelled by the smell of play-doh or driven insane by MIDI music? We've invented so much shit in just the last century there'd be NO predicting this. For all we know they burn to ash if they look at Luigi.

[babycharmander]

[ID: A screenshot of a search engine with a search for Gordon Lightfoot, with the tip result coming up being a link selling concert tickets for a “2023 Concert Tour” for Gordon Lightfoot. The second result is a news article reading “Folk singer Gordon Lightfoot dies at 84” /end ID]

Boy I sure do love how modern search engines prioritize selling products over anything else!!!!

[tigreost]

H.E.L.P I've already read all fics abt my himbo-boys

(Read and re-read, for that matter. The romantic ones at least, like xreader/ xoc. I'm thorst for luv)

I'm now in the void, suffering from abstinence

(edit: guys, I'm seriously willing to commission whoever is open for it)

[imaginetheonwardmagic]

Imagine Barley’s bedroom theme looking like a mix of Lord of the Rings style

Sparta 300 style

And a slight hint of an Onward-version of a punk rock style that looks similar to Sid’s room from “Toy Story”

[heckin-music-dork]

Guys I just watched Onward for the first time and now I’m Emotional(TM)

[fleetwaysonicheritageposts]

submissions are open

"rules" for submission

- should exist. idc if it's a post from 20 years ago or from 2 seconds ago, just gimme gimme gimme

-no note requirement really since this is kinda meant for a slightly niche part of the fanbase

-must relate to a fleetway sonic character, besides the obvious ones like fleetway sonic (me), fleetway knuckles etc, this includes: porker lewis, johnny lightfoot, tekno the canary, shortfuse the cybernik, ebony the cat, pyjamas the sheepdog, etc. feel free to message and ask if a character counts, but as long as they're from sonic the comic anything goes

-i roleplay as much as i dang well please, i'm awesome and am not afraid to let that be known. sonic the hedgehog is always cool as hell

-if you'd like to submit original fanart or memes, or literally whatever of sonic the comic those are cool too

-i don't have things on a queue for now so i'll just spam post then disappear maybe. depends

ooc: if yall want me to do a super sonic arc i can. i just need to think of a way to make it feel not just random i guess

edit: it happened

[redrosesartcabin]

So yeah, I wrote the thing based on an anon message for @itsme-star

I made it a Barley x (female) reader (based on my self insert character) fanfic ‘cause I had to be a little self indulgent lmao

I hope you enjoy it! It turned out longer than I had planned xD

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The double-decker couch

Barley x (female) reader fanfiction

———

Around three months ago:

Y/n’s boyfriend, Barley Lightfoot, had knocked on her window… with small stones… in the middle of the night:

At first her ear just twitched and the noise had mashed with the dream she was having, but the more the noise repeated, the more her consciousness felt pulled into the physical realm again, and with a groan, she had to face the reality that the noise would not stop until she got up (she already had a suspicion as to who was causing the noise).

With a heavy sigh, y/n forced herself from under her comfortable blanket, before ripping the window open.

‘Of course it’s him’, she thought, looking down at Barley as he waved his hands up at her, somehow wide awake.

‘How much energy can a person have?’, she asked herself, before she motioned with her hands, that she’d come outside.

“What in the world are you doing here?”, she asked as she arrived, whisper-yelling at him.

“Well you know how it is my lady: sometimes one just drives around at night after finishing a campaign of quests of yore and sees the poster of a double-decker bus and then one might think: ‘Wouldn’t it be cool if one could have a couch after that structure?’ After having had thought about a new couch for a while and ‘wouldn’t it be cool, if one might be able to build that with their girlfriend?’”

“I can’t say I relate, though I am impressed by one having the idea”, she said, deliberately accentuating the word ‘one’, as she couldn’t now but smile at her beautiful dork, “And I have to say I love the idea, though I still have to decide whether it was worth waking me up at three a.m… but for now I’ll just say yes, because I love you too much to be mad at you for this”

“I know: I’m irresistible”, he winked, pulling her closer to him and engaging her in a sickeningly romantic kiss.

“As nice as this is, I would still like to catch up on some sleep. We’ll write later and you tell when we should start building”

“I actually thought… you know… that maybe now-”

“Don’t push it”

“Right”

Now:

It hadn’t been easy. First they had to scavenge several junkyards for old couches (because let’s be real: They were both poor college students and buying material or new couches just was too expensive), who weren’t completely busted. Then they had to figure out how to build the thing.

After studying art for a while, where y/n had to do a bunch of installation projects, she had gotten significantly better at building things with woods and such, though she still wasn’t an expert. And whilst Barley also got crafty from time to time, he also wasn’t a master.

But somehow, after sweat, and even a couple of tears after y/n once got her hand stuck under one of the couches, they had finished it: The double decker couch.

“This-”, Barley said, pointing his finger at it, “This is beautiful”.

It was a yellow and a green couch, connected through metal poles and stabilized with old wood planks with two ladders placed on top of it and just enough space between the couches, so that one could sit up straight. It sort of looked like a bunk bed, but with couches.

“It is. It really is”, y/n agreed, looking at her bandaged hand, “totally worth busting my hand”

“Totally worth going through every junkyard in the city”, Barley added.

“Totally worth being awake once for 48 hours”, she added as well.

“This should be awarded some kind of price… maybe I’d also just be happy for some money for a wellness weekend ‘cause my back could really need a nice massage”, Barley groaned, touching the small of his back.

“Hard agree”

They stayed standing there for a while, looking at it, before y/n occurred a question that should’ve occurred to her much sooner.

“So-uhm-”, she started, “what do we actually do with it now?”, she asked

“Sit on it of course. You sit below and I above so I can feed you grapes like you’re a roman emperor”, Barley explained matter of factly.

“That sounds lovely darling but that’s not what I mean”

“What seems to be the issue then?”he asked, a little frustrated. What could she possibly have to say now? After so much hard work?

“I mean… where do we put it?”, she asked with a sincere expression which immediately washed away his annoyance, “because it certainly won’t stay in my parents basement”, she stated.

“It’s certainly more worthy than this old, dusty room with your family's junk. And also because this place is crawling with bugs that I will have to remove every time because you’ll just screech and run away until it magically disappears”

“Hey!”, y/n interjected

“It's true!”

“Ok yeah fair enough, though seriously- where? I also can bet’ya we can’t put it anywhere in our homes either. It probably barely fit under the ceiling”

“Yeah no”

A moment of contemplative silence spread across them.

After a while, Barleys thoughts wandered to the night where he had gotten the idea. He thought about his beloved car-

‘OH. MY. GOD. That’s it!’, he thought to himself.

“I got it!”, he then yelled excitedly, his face contorted into one of the most adorable expressions y/n had ever seen anyone wear. No matter what it would be: She couldn’t but say yes to that smile.

Still she asked, “What’ya got?”

“You know how I got my idea from a poster with a double-decker bus?”, he asked her, still smiling like he had won the lottery

“Yes?”

“And you know how I have a van, right?”

“No”, she answered sarcastically, “I know absolutely nothing about your most prized possession of a van that you called Guenivere the second after you sacrificed your first Guenivere when on a quest-”

“Ok I got the gist”, he chuckled, “but ok hear this: Since I have this wonderful van, this wonderful BIG van-”

“Wait a minute: You really want to put the couch in-”, she interrupted as she realized what he was saying, but got immediately interrupted back as he realized she had caught on

“Yes! I absolutely am”

“Dear lord… but ok I have no better idea, let’s do it”

“YES”

“Barley I am telling you, this is NOT working”, y/n huffed as she let her side of the construction gently land on the ground once again.

“Come on, just one more time!”, Barley pleaded.

“You’ve been saying ‘just one more time’ for an hour!”, she argued, “there is no way around: this just doesn’t fit inside the van. You underestimated Guenivere”

“Hey! There is no underestimating Guenivere! It’s not her fault”, he pouted.

“Ok ok ok... Sorry Gueni”, y/n said, giving the car a sincere pat on one of the back doors. She has gotten used to treating the car similar to a pet, “but seriously: We’ve been trying this at every angle, and as cool as Guenivere is, she can’t magically shapeshift”

“Magically shapeshift”, Barely repeated her last words, suddenly deep in thought, before an “ohhhh”, sound escaped him, “wait here my lady, I’ll be back in a sec”

“O...k”, she said, a little confused.

Five minutes later, she saw Ian storm out of his house, his hands clenched around his magic staff, with Barley closely behind him. “WHAT'S THE EMERGENCY?”Ian yelled as he came to a hold, which caused his brother to almost crash into him.

“I need you to make Guenivere big enough so that our self made double-decker couch fits into her”, Barely explained, breathing as though he had just run from death.

For a moment nobody said anything to that before Ian and y/n both shouted

“WHAT?”,at the same time.

“So much for an emergency”, Ian also mumbled, a little annoyed at his brother's antics.

“I mean: If she’s too small, then we can just make her bigger, right?”

“Technically yes but I think you didn’t consider a very small, tiny detail”, Ian commented.

“And what would that be?”, Barley asked irritated, not understanding what the issue was.

“You are aware as a supposed magic expert, that I can’t only enlarge the trunk, right? I would have to make the entire car big, and that would lead-”

“-to the entire street being filled with the car”, y/n finished the thought, apologetically laying her hand on Barleys shoulder, “I’m sorry my love. It was a nice thought”

“Dang it”, Barley breathed out, “I was looking forward to make my own uber-van-couch-double-decker-business”

“Hm”, y/n simply hummed. She had known from the beginning it would probably go south, but his enthusiasm had given her hope.

“Sorry Barley”, Ian said quietly, now feeling bad for having been so harsh beforehand , before slowly heading inside again.

Y/n and Barely sat down on the edge of Guenivere’s trunk, tired and disappointed that it all hadn’t turned out like they wanted as they looked at their creation.

Y/n leaned against Barley’s shoulder, lovingly rubbing her cheek against him like a cat (she loved doing that).

After a while Barley decided he had enough of sulking, standing up to go to the front to put on some good old metal (which luckily she enjoyed too).

As he however returned to the trunk, he noticed some ropes laying around.

He had used ropes last time to tie up some of the material he had bought for their project, so they wouldn’t move around- what if though…

“Ok I’ve had enough”, Barley decided, “I WILL have my double-decker-couch-van for more people to ride with me and my buddies and if its the last thing I’m gonna do!”

“Barley, what are you-”, y/n wanted to ask, but as she saw him pick up the ropes from the trunk floor, she understood, “- Are you sure this will work out?”

“Nope”, he answered truthfully, “but I will surely try!”

She was still skeptical, but at the same time she would try anything with him, and if it meant helping him tie a double-decker-couch to the roof of his van.

“If you believe it can be done, I will too”, she smiled, giving him a quick peck on his cheek, “let’s do this!”

It was eight p.m. The sun was almost behind the horizon and the streetlamps threw dodgy looking lights in the middle of the street and kept the corners dark.

But the elven couple, who stood in front of a yellow van with a double-decker couch tied to its roof, couldn't help but see what they had accomplished: Which was accomplishing what, at least the female elf, had thought was impossible… yet again.

“I can’t believe that worked”, Y/n mumbled.

“Told ya”, Barley hushed back.

“Should we drive around? See if anyone is crazy enough to go on a drive?”, she asked.

“You bet we are. And tomorrow… and whenever we can. I’ll be the driver and you the tourist guide.. or maybe some kinda sturdess, after all you’re good lookin’”

“Oh hush”, she giggled, visibly blushing

“And-”, he continued, though not without giving her a good wink after his compliment, “then we’re gonna show the dear people of this town another perspective to life”

“That we can promise”, she laughed, “that we sure can”

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[the-quotable-alberta-hansard]

November 23, 2021

Mr. Schmidt: Now, I certainly remember as a child that Alberta was the place that people in other parts of Canada wanted to move to. My friend from Edmonton-Mill Woods gives me a hard time about how old a man I am, and I’ll age myself here. I remember distinctly Ian Tyson singing about moving out to Alberta. He had a friend that he could go working for out here, apparently. Well, nobody has friends that they can come working for in Alberta. Now, Neil Young, I understand, also recorded that song. He’s probably not the most popular artist among government backbenchers, but he also recorded that song. Gordon Lightfoot sung about being Alberta bound.

Mr. Neudorf: Hear, hear.

Mr. Schmidt: I hear the Member for Lethbridge-East saying hear, hear. Well, people aren’t Alberta bound anymore. In fact, they’re packing up their bags and leaving. Now, I will apologize to my friends from Edmonton-South and Edmonton-Highlands-Norwood. I don’t have a more contemporary example for them. The best that I can come up with is a song that Big Sugar recorded in the early ’90s.

Mr. Dang: The early ’90s?

Member Irwin: Thomas was not with us.

Mr. Schmidt: Yeah. Exactly. They talked about how they’ve heard about a heaven in Alberta, where they’ve got all hell for a basement. Well, this government has done everything in its power to leave nothing but the basement of Alberta exposed, Mr. Speaker, and I fear that the damage that the government has done has been so bad that my friends from Edmonton-South and Edmonton-Highlands-Norwood may never know a time when Canadian singers sing about the wonders of moving to Alberta.