#jimmy firecracker

[everymangavegeta]

[dragonsballsz]

ah fuck what'd vegeta do this time

[airshipsinking]

Ngl, cosplay is the last thing I expected to get in a "Jimmy reacting to art made about him and his friends" video, but I'm thoroughly excited nonetheless!

[kriosv]

Absolutley wild filmography

[seeksstaronmewni]

My own “layout” or plussing of a John K. sketch of George Liquor, Jimmy the Idiot Boy, Ernie, ‘n’ Slab for Firecracker Day (posted July 5th, 2020, A.D.)  which I did last year.

Originally I worked on the pencil roughs on the night of July 4th, 2021 A.D. into July 5th, 2021 A.D., and began to ink the drawing that day, but that’s when Looney Tunes Cartoons began its limited runs (and no reruns so far) on Cartoon Network, so I finished the inking on July 15th, 2021 A.D. I scanned this on October 1st, 2021 A.D. in preparation for next Independence Day but forgot to post it on Tumblr in 2022, but I managed to post it practically 2 years later.

Tweet version here.

[potassiumsworld]

Happy late Cell games!

[antigoneikk]

“That's when I started to think that the wisest guy in Led Zeppelin was John Paul Jones. Why? He never got caught in an embarrassing situation. He would always show at the very last minute for anything. You'd never even know where he was staying. He drove himself, and was independent from the rest of the band. Peter and the band were always saying, 'Where the fuck is he?' It upset them that they couldn't manipulate him. He didn't give a damn. I would say that he was the most mischievous in the band. He was the kind of person who enjoyed mind games. He might say, 'Hmmm, Jimmy seems tense, wouldn't it be funny if someone threw a firecracker at him.' And of course John Bonham would then throw the firecrackers at Jimmy. I thought Jones was brilliant.”

“You wanted to be bright, intelligent and cultured with him. He was so smart, and could have been the most vicious and dangerous of all of them; he wasn't, but he could have been. He happened to be the act, but he could have run the record company as well.”

-Excerpts From Hammer of the Gods

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Martha Sleeper (Penthouse, Broken Dreams)— Her eyes are enough! She is one of the most beautiful women in old hollywood and should be more well known

Joan Blondell (Footlight Parade, The Public Enemy)—My Pre-code QUEEEEEN. Joan is a large part of why I love 30s movies. She's got such a flair and presence. She's not known for her voice, but her rendition of Remember My Forgotten Man will grab you by the heart. She played a variety of roles, and held her own with major stars like Bette Davis and Hot Vintage Poll icon James Cagney. She was a hardworker, even as Hollywood stopped giving her prime roles, and continued working in film and television up until her death. She's an absolute firecracker, even in her supporting roles I end up focused on her. Also, I just think it's cute that her name (real!) is Blondell.

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Joan Blondell:

A pre-code sweetie. Hot, funny and practical.

Criterion retrospective:

Sharp-tongued, sharp-witted, and beautiful - what more could you ask for from a dame of the gangster film/screwball comedy era? (Also, James Cagney would want you to vote for her!)

with her sunny smile and characters tending to exhibit a blend of happy-go-lucky cheerfulness and scrappy toughness, joan blondell is one of the quintessential stars of the pre-code era. she and fellow fast-talking wisecracker james cagney were close friends, having met when they were in a broadway play together in 1929, and made seven movies together that ran the gamut from gangster pictures to comedies to musicals.

She's absolutely hilarious and I love her

She's the wisecracking blonde who has been around the block and knows the score, but just look at those big blue eyes gazing at Jimmy Cagney as she burns the midnight oil to help him achieve his dreams and picks him up when he gets buffeted by life

Smart, snarky, and so sexy!

My Forgotten Man is one of the most haunting depictions of the consequences of WWI that I’ve ever seen, knocked out of the park by Joan Blondell’s performance. In one song number it traces sending the boys off to war, bringing them back to die in the streets maimed, drunk, and full of PTSD, then leaving them to starve in the Depression, framed by the suffering of the women who loved them. Holy shit? This is a musical number? They fucking produced this barnburner in a mainstream musical?

My Forgotten Man, in two parts:

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

It had all been Sausage's idea in the first place. Or at least that's what fWhip planned to tell Gem, if word of this got back to her and she gave him that Look. He'd only tagged along to keep their friend from getting himself into too much trouble with the head of the Codlands anyway! How was he to know the day would take such an unexpected turn?

In fact, Sausage's whole reason for visiting had been to apologize to Jimmy for his last prank. The colorful dyes dropped into random pools around the swamp were non-toxic - fWhip had made sure of that, had offered Sausage the dyes as an alternative to the glitter he'd originally planned to use - but that hadn't stopped Jimmy from being absolutely furious when he saw the state of his waters. As cute as the mer was when he was angry, fWhip felt a little guilty that he seemed genuinely upset instead of his usual over-the-top but lighthearted reaction, and spent the whole evening convincing Sausage to go back and say he was sorry.

Sausage really had intended to apologize properly when they returned the following week, fWhip was sure of that. But Jimmy had his back to them as they approached, and Sausage still had some of fWhip's popping firecrackers in his pocket, and the temptation was just too great. They exchanged a grin, snuck up behind Jimmy, and threw several of the little paper bundles against a rock at his feet. Jimmy jumped out of his skin, then spun around and swore at them in what fWhip was fairly certain was at least three different languages. Sausage and fWhip laughed until they couldn't breathe, and Sausage was still giggling when he snapped open his glider and took off to avoid Jimmy's swinging fist.

"Sorry - I'm sorry!" gasped fWhip through his glee. "But you should have seen your face! Er, or your body language, I guess? Either way, it was great - hey!" He jumped back with a grin as Jimmy lunged for him. "Aw, don't be mad, codboy, it was just a little joke."

"I've had it with your jokes," Jimmy snarled, trying and failing to tackle fWhip again. "Do you know how long it took to clean up your last stupid mess?? What if one of the kids had seen it first and tried to swim in it?"

"Oh, please, it was all high quality, food safe - ow!" fWhip wasn't fast enough to avoid Jimmy's next swing entirely, and it clipped his shoulder.

"Yeah? Try breathing it instead of eating it, you idiot!" Jimmy got him in a headlock, but it wasn't hard to wriggle out of it. "I have had it with you two and your nonsense!"

fWhip laughed and swept Jimmy's legs out from under him, giving himself a head start as Jimmy scrambled after him and chased him across the swamp. "I'd say you seem a little upset, but I wouldn't know," he teased over his shoulder. "Hard to tell through that stupid mask."

Jimmy's growl might have been intimidating coming from anyone else, but in the years since he'd been appointed to lead the Codlands, fWhip hadn't found him to be anything other than a pushover who was fun to toy with. His fingers brushed the edge of fWhip's wing as he reached for him, but fWhip danced just out of his reach before spinning around to face him and grabbing the mask.

"Gotcha," he grinned, the sudden about-face catching Jimmy off guard and letting fWhip slip the mask off his face with ease.

They both froze in place, for entirely different reasons. fWhip stared at a freckled face that was far more handsome than he'd expected, mesmerized by shocked hazel eyes that gleamed golden brown and ocean green in the sun, until it was all hidden behind the hands Jimmy clapped over his face.

"Give it back," he said, words muffled behind his palms.

"Wow. You're..." Breathtaking. Stunning. "...not a bad-looking guy. Why hide behind this thing?" fWhip looked at the mask in his hands, tracing intricately carved scales with his fingertips.

"fWhip! Give it back!" Desperation tinged Jimmy's voice. "No one's supposed to see. No one. Not even my - my lover has seen my face."

It was kind of cute the way Jimmy's voice turned bashful over the word lover. fWhip swallowed the strange feeling that absolutely wasn't jealousy, spinning the mask absently.

"You have a lover? Now I've heard everything." He took a step back, watching Jimmy peek through his fingers as he held up the mask. "Put your hands down."

"What? No!"

fWhip smirked. "Why not? I've already gotten a good look at you. Let me get a second one, then I'll give it back."

Jimmy ground his teeth. "This is blasphemy."

fWhip rolled his eyes, but watched the marshy ground around their feet warily as the water heaved in a way that felt unnatural this far away from the shore. "What, worried some god's going to strike you down just because someone got a glimpse of that pretty face? That's stupid."

"Please."

The quietness of Jimmy's voice and the slump of his shoulders made something twist uncomfortably in fWhip's gut. "Fine. Here." He held the mask out, looking away as Jimmy snatched it away from him and put it back on. "Kind of dumb to make that big a deal out of just seeing someone."

"It's not your place to comment on our customs, thanks," snapped Jimmy. "Now get the fuck out."

"Gladly," huffed fWhip, unfurling his wings and taking off.

It wasn't as if he'd wanted to come to the Codlands today anyway, he grumbled to himself. It had, after all, been Sausage's stupid idea in the first place.

The Codfather's Court AU

[everymangavegeta]

[stygiansauce]

Read Margin of Error

Fell in love with it

Head is now filled with scenarios

Now I need a jealous southern tango because my brain can’t shut up

(Feed us)

Possessive Tango certainly exsists. You'll actually get to see him a bit in chapter three (though its hidden under layers of plot). I think his idea of possession comes off much more like protection. He's a very caring and gentle lover. His anger doesn't fire up as much in this AU because, though his brain doesn't stop moving he lets his feelings wash through him. He acknowledges that he feels things, then moves on (except when he can't). He just cares so hard and gives so much of himself and protects with his whole being (not just Jimmy and thats what's so interesting about his character) that it doesn't even look like possession, but it is.

I'd like you to consider though (for reasons chapter three will explain. dear lord I promise it's almost done, we're almost out of the woods I can see the light), that Jimmy is the jealous and territorial one. Jimmy is the kind of character to over think. He'll roll thoughts around untill they don't make sense anymore. He tries to digest his feelings for Tango and because he can't he pushes the boundaries of thier relationship to find answers. ( "I don't see why we couldnt" he says while impulsivly touching his crush. GOD THEY'RE IDIOTS) He knows he has a crush on Tango. He knows he feels some kind of lust towards him. He has a very loose grasp on why Tango, though. I'm dropping so much Jimmy lore in chapter three. Like theres such a big chunk of his personality missing from the story right now that I needed to do a bit of character analysis before we go back to primarily Tango POV. I'm actually 90% sure that chapter four is all Tango.

Still, putting myself back on track. Tango's cannon character has that firecracker energy that we all know and love. In the life games it normally portrays itself as sharp anger, revenge, and quick-wit. MOE Tango will have his sharp anger moment, but untill then, a lot of his fire is put into flirting. He has very good self control ("Tango’s hands itch to reach out. He sets them on the table just behind him out of caution. He’s unsure. He’s almost never unsure, apprehensive, hesitant- any string of synonyms that will express how Jimmy is constantly tipping Tango over onto his head. The last time he had to physically stop himself like this was well before he left Texas."). But all resolve has to break somewhere :). Jimmy will push untill Tango is forced to shove and when it happens, it will be an explosion worth watching.

They're narrative foils your honor. They will always yin and yang eachother, its simply the law. (Probably one of my favorite possessive Tango scenes isn't untill much later at Jimmy's birthday party... I've said too much) Here are some tunes to add to the Possessive Tango fire. Not all of these are on the MOE playlist but are like unoffical anthems I regularly listen to when writing. Hope you understand - Del Water Gap Ode to a conversation stuck in your throat - Del Water Gap (Del Water Gap my beloved please stop making me feel things) Cry for me - HUNNY Hover like a GODESS - WILLOW

[greendayauthority]

Theo Stockman and Billie Joe Armstrong as St. Jimmy in the Broadway adaptation of American Idiot. Theo took the photo of Billie Joe on the back cover of ¡Uno! and the outtake 'Hello Firecracker' may have been about him, since his nickname at the time was Firecracker.

[pastlivesandpurplepuppets]

I found myself surrounded by all sorts of guys who came to be my friends. Bain, of course, was the first guy I’d met, and growing up on the Columbia, he knew the difference between a chinook and a sockeye salmon. As a native North-westerner, I appreciated that. Jimmy Alley, a kid from Arkansas, wanted me to believe that grits were actually food; guys like him had no idea how wonderful a crab cocktail or razor clams tasted. Alley was a bundle of energy, but it was sometimes like the energy of a firecracker—prone to blow up in his face. Sobel was always giving him extra duty for this or that.

~ Don Malarkey

[ourshadowstallerthanoursoul]

On this day... - June 25th

On this day Led Zeppelin performed:

+ 1972 : The Forum in Inglewood, California, USA

“Led Zeppelin appeared in concert at the Los Angeles Forum on Sunday night without a support act. It was definitely for the better as far as the audience was concerned, for they received nearly four hours of music from their heroes. I haven't seen a crowd with as much energy and enthusiasm in years. From the minute the group walked out on stage the crowd went wild, throwing firecrackers and smoking mounds of dope. […] All in all, there were five encores because the audience screamed and stomped like spoiled babies till they got what they wanted. […] I heard after the show that Plant's voice was beginning to go and Jimmy Page had to stay in bed on doctor's orders. It means a lot when you see a group as big as they are putting so much into their stage act.” by D. Holloway (NME)

+ 1977 : The Forum in Inglewood, California, USA

[tobiasdrake]

How strong is Mr. Mark "Hercule" Satan in the manga? From what I know, in the anime we see him either vanish or use the afterimage technique (forget which) and I think dodge bullets - is that in the manga too, or he is just meant to be at the peak of real-life human ability (like the guys Kid Goku and Krillin fight in the preliminaries of the World Tournament)?

Peak of human ability. Within human limits, Mr. Satan is the world's greatest martial artist.

Right off the bat, he's identified by martial arts lore guy Yamcha as the martial arts champion of the world. The Cell Games reporter, known in the dub as Jimmy Firecracker, corroborates this statement at the tournament.

The anime hypes him up by pulling multiple buses and ripping phone books in half. However, in the manga, the Cell Games start like right after Mr. Satan steps out on-panel for the first time and gives his speech. Goku and the others have one chapter to wrap up the revival of Shenron and then it's off to the tournament.

The first we see of what he can really do is when he steps into the ring, bringing with him a tremendous demonstration of his power.

Jimmy's right. This is very impressive.

Uh. Within human limits.

It's just that we're a bit beyond that baseline by this point.

Incidentally, a common misconception for Mr. Satan is that he won the 24th Tenkaichi Budokai leading up to the Cell Games. He did not. The Tenkaichi Budokai was cancelled after Piccolo nuked the island it was held on, and wouldn't be revived until after the Cell Games.

That said, he did compete in it after the Cell Games, and he did win the gold.

This is a very easily confused plot point, so much so that even the Daizenshuu gets it wrong and pegs the 24th as having just happened five days before the Androids activated.

But although Mr. Satan was the world champion, he was not the champion of that tournament. Not yet.

All indications seem to be that Mr. Satan won the 24th legitimately. No tricks, no shenanigans, no fooling around. The punch machine records Satan at 137 points of... whatever measurement they're using.

It's just a couple points under the all-time record set at the 24th, also by Mr. Satan.

This slightly lower reading is probably due to the, uh, changes in his workout regimen since the 24th.

We never get to see this tournament, but we get a glimpse of it and its structure through its contestants. A few of the contestants at the 25th are veterans from the 24th, coming back to try and take another crack at the champ.

Satan is the leader of this pack, having won his championship belt in a stunning final bout against Jewel that left the announcer underwhelmed and disappointed.

Goku and his rivals have absolutely ruined this man for standard human-level martial arts. They've raised the bar so high, Mr. Satan couldn't possibly compare.

Though, by Gohan's estimation, Videl's outgrown him too.

Had the 25th not had all these aliens and gods and warlocks cluttering it up, there's a real chance this tournament would have ended in Videl dethroning her father in the finals. Something I would dearly pay to see.

As far as dodging bullets, I think the closest he comes to that is when these two idiots attack Buu.

When he scurries out of the way of this RPG they fire at Majin Buu. Though we don't see how far he got, as he momentarily vanishes from the manga following this blast. Perspective remains on the attackers reloading and firing on Buu some more while Satan makes his way to their position under cover of tunnel vision.

The actual gun that's shot at him in this fight hits its mark. But also it was a shot from behind so he couldn't have dodged it even if he could dodge bullets.

So I'm gonna call that "inconclusive" on whether he can dodge bullets. By battleboard logic, I'm sure escaping the RPG is an incredible feat. Mr. Satan is only peak human but, like, so is Batman. He's within human limits, but "human limits" can be extremely flexible in animation.

This is the same kind of thing as when cartoon characters dodge lasers.

And that's Mr. Satan's career in a nutshell. He's the biggest fish of a small pond (except for his daughter who's outgrown him). Talented and formidable in his own right, supremely impressive within his weight class, but woefully out of his league.

[ciissy]

jimmy as a teen would be one of thise guys who lights firecrackers in public places to scare people