#lovely honkey

[gianttankeh]

TFEH presents: Glands Of External Secretion / Lovely Honkey / Puppet Midnight at Fruitmarket, Edinburgh: 27/7/23.

We've telt ye before, but we're telling ye again! Sadly, Yol has had to pull out on this occasion , but loveable local Lothians bass bumbler Puppet Midnight has stepped in to restore the balance. Also present will be "Yorkshire's funny man" Luke Poot AKA Lovely Honkey and a special one-off version of the Glands Of External Secretion ensemble comprised of/ compromised by Barbara Manning, Buck Campbell, Firas Khnaisser and the Brothers Usurper. Buy tix here or regret it forever!

[blueiight]

It’s funny because I literally have this fic idea I just outlined last night about Daniel’s thoughts at the end of episode 7 when he turns around to see Rashmand floating, and how for a brief moment before Armand reveals his age and identity, Daniel thinks Rashid is some young guy Louis turned at some point and instead of being horrified at the thought of Louis condemning yet another soul with the Dark Gift like he was literally just accusing him of doing to Claudia, he actually feels ENVY that Rashid was turned and got to be Louis’ companion the way Daniel wanted to be in the 70’s.

u gotta link me this when u finish omg.. love to read <3

[abuddyforeveryseason]

This is the Buddy for July Fourth. It's King Bud!

Now when he was a young man, He'd never thought he'd see, People stand in line, To see the Buddy king

King Bud!

(Modified from this Wikipedia figure of Osiris)

[redflagshipwriter]

Hot Ghouls in Your Area 8

Chapter 8

Masterpost

“You're just now going to campus?” Jazz said. Danny scowled ahead at the sidewalk. Her tone wasn't judgmental so much as mildly surprised. He still hated it. “That's a lot later than usual. Is everything alright?” Danny hunched his shoulders up and consciously reminded himself not to get defensive. He wasn't slacking. He'd gotten home after his class and slept 13 hours. He still felt wiped out.

“Ghost stuff,” he said cryptically. “Ruined my night.” He dodged someone on the sidewalk without thinking about it, used to the crowds by now.

Jazz inhaled sharply into his ear. “They're supposed to leave you alone to focus on your education,” she hissed. “Just so you know, I do have the venomous Fenton electric creep stick-”

“Yeah, I know,” Danny cut her off. She was probably holding it up right now, thumb on the trigger. He couldn't fight off the rueful smile. She had his back, didn't she? Always did. With that in mind… “I think I need help,” he admitted. Oof. Felt bad. Not as bad as failing his classes, though, which was the danger if he got pulled too deep into more Ghost bull honkey.

“Of course!” Jazz enthused. He stepped off the curb and then quick-stepped backwards to avoid getting hit by some asshole running the red light. Danny lifted up his free hand to flip them off as he hung on his heels on the edge of the pavement drop. He dropped lightly back onto the balls of his feet and jogged across the street.

Jazz was still talking, voice clear over the morning meld of honking and running engines. “How about you come over to my place after your classes tonight? My roommate is out for a conference.”

“You just don't want to come to Crime Alley,” Danny accused her. “Even for me, your beloved baby brother.” He dodged a car that was parked on the cross walk and made an ugly face at the driver. “Despite your professed love for crime, when it counts, it's all talk.”

“I don't love crime,” Jazz reiterated with her inhuman patience. She didn't take the bait of his deliberate mischaracterization of her career plans. “But I am exquisitely stabbable." Her tone went lofty with the brag. "So yes, I avoid Crime Alley.”

Danny blew an unimpressed raspberry to show what he thought of that.

He hadn't met anyone in Gotham yet who he thought would really throw Jazz for a loop. She was a 6ft 2 judo black belt, and she was liminally spooky as fuck. “No one would stab you,” he said, making it sound like an insult. His janky ass was more likely to get held up. "But fine, I'll haul my poor broken corpse all the way over there to do you a favor-”

“So I can do you a favor,” Jazz corrected wryly.

“My poor broken corpse,” Danny cut back in, because that was a really relevant factor to him. He put the back of his hand to his forehead and swooned a little. He felt like he'd been in a tumble dryer. Missing a full night of sleep was an insufferable insult to his desperate shoe-string construction of a healthy routine.

“I would so get robbed if I came there,” Jazz argued. “Maybe even kidnapped.” He could all but hear her flip her hair.

He snorted but let her keep her delicate feminine delusions about not being one of the scariest motherfuckers in the crime capital of the country. He wasn't actually worried about her interning at Arkham Asylum. Maybe he'd freaked out a little when she'd moved here, but that wasn't why he was here. No matter what anyone said.

“There's no immediate danger, right?” Jazz checked. “No reason I need to be concerned today?”

“Nah,” Danny reassured her, as the campus came into sight. He had about an hour before class to spend in the lab before his lecture. “It's not that kind of problem.” He felt his face arranged itself into a wry smile. “You might like this one.”

“Oh?” Jazz asked, intrigued. “Do tell.”

“Only after I've sworn you to perfect silence,” Danny shot back instantly. “I mean it, for real, you can't tell a soul living or dead or nonliving or-”

“I think I get it,” she cut him off. Jazz huffed. “As if I can't keep a secret. You think I can't keep secrets? I know the most incredible things that you could never dream up.”

“...Big if true,” Danny snarked, pretending that he wasn't extremely interested.

“You never knew what happened to the Robinsons,” Jazz said airily. “And you never will.”

“...that doesn't bother me at all,” Danny lied. He stopped walking.

“Ahuh,” Jazz said knowingly. “Hey, remember the neon cheese incident?”

Danny gritted his teeth. “Can't say I do,” he said. It was bullshit, and even he knew it wasn't convincing Jazz. He was dying to know the truth. It had been the talk of the town for weeks and was still occasionally featured on unsolved mystery podcasts. He'd gone far enough to ask the Dairy King, but even the dead wouldn't speak on it.

“Have a good day of classes, little brother,” Jazz said sweetly. She ended the call.

He rubbed at his temples. Ancients, she gave him a headache. She was fantastic. She was killing him and absolutely ruining his unlife. He couldn't even beg her for answers about the neon cheese, because if he managed to badger it out of her, it would prove she could be manipulated into telling secrets. That would be a loss anyway. It was more likely that either she didn't know anything or that she knew and her lips would stay sealed: Danny didn't have any to waste his breath.

He did a few calming rounds of breathing, now that he was thinking about it, and then went on with his day a bit invigorated by the familial aggravation.

Danny felt a little better about focusing on class now that he knew he could count on Jazz in his corner. She was the smartest person he knew. She could probably get him divorced by the end of the day. Hell, she probably already had a contingency plan for getting him a divorce. She was so ready for him to have a relationship so that he would have relationship problems to ask her about.

When he finished up on campus, Danny cut across town to pick up takeout food as an offering. He presented it to Jazz as soon as she opened the door, head bowed and food theatrically high.

“Oh, come in,” Jazz said, exasperated. She grabbed him by the back of his collar and bodily pulled him inside. “My neighbors are going to think I'm so weird, Danny!”

“My liege,” he intoned seriously. “I come bearing- ow! Stop hitting my- hey, my face!” Danny wrestled away from the horrible pinching grip his terrible sister had on his cheeks, scowling. “That hurt,” he complained. “Have you ever thought that you're getting caught up in the cycle of violence?”

“I don't lose sleep over it.” Jazz lowered herself delicately onto one of the weird puffs she had instead of chairs and made grabby hands at the takeout. “What did you get me?”

“Coal,” Danny snarked. But he handed over the bag without a fight and plopped himself onto the closest poof thing. He fully laid out and let his head flop past the edge to hang upside down.

“Inversion therapy, so chic,” Jazz said absently.

He considered flipping her off, but his balance was really off in this position and it would be hard to defend himself if she lunged at him. Hell, if she picked up his legs he'd probably tip over onto the floor. Danny dug his heels into the side of the poof in defensive preparation. He kept her in his peripheral vision.

“Oh, Malaysian,” Jazz enthused. “I wanted to have this!” She sounded a little too surprised.

He shot her a thumbs up. Two days ago, she'd sent him a screenshot of a text landing from someone else that had shown most of her screen was the active map app she was using to get to an appointment. The Malaysian restaurant had the star mark that she put on the places that she wanted to try.

He'd gambled that she hadn't gone yet because she hadn't had a late night at work. Jazz only got takeout with company or if she got home too late to cook.

“Cool,” Danny said, because he didn't want his rotten sister to think he cared about her interests. “It was on the way and it smelled good.”

Jazz hummed and put the food on the side table. “So I see.” She folded her fingers in front of her face and peered at him over the steeple. “What happened? What ghost do I need to soup with a fragrant combination of turmeric and saffron?”

“Please don't waste that, ghosts taste fine on their own,” Danny said.

Jazz grimaced. “Ew, Danny,” she enunciated carefully. She paused. “Ew.”

He shrugged and accidentally slipped a little closer to the floor. “Just saying. But actually, no one dead was involved, unless we count-”

“We don't count,” Jazz cut him off, serenely unbothered by his attempts to score empathy points off his death. She was a cold customer.

“Boo,” Danny said, because he knew his brand and respected ghost tradition. “Anyway, Jeremy Waters. Remember -”

“How could I forget,” Jazz muttered. She put her hands on her face.

“Hey,” Danny said, offended that Jeremy got that reaction and he got a big fat impassive nothing no matter how annoying he was.

“What’s Jeremy done?” Jazz sounded exhausted by the concept.

“Well… He uh.” Danny stared at the ceiling. He couldn't look at her directly. “Well. You know how he wants the good favor of the god of the underworld?”

“Yup.” Jazz hit the ‘p’ sound hard.

“He uh, hit the idea that uh. Maybe a Persephone of sorts was just the thing to suck up.”

He heard fabric rustle as Jazz sat up. “He did?”

Wow, she had one of the most fascinating ceilings in the world. Danny stared intently up at a splotch that looked vaguely malign. She ought to get that checked out by an expert before it possessed somebody. “Yeah, so he's been trying to vault people into the Ghost Zone as bridal sacrifices.”

“Ahuh.” Jazz sounded a little bit choked up. She wasn't laughing, so he couldn't complain.

“I had Dani get Vlad look into it-” because Dad or Mom would have been mortifying- “and apparently, he told her the odds of some hack wizard managing to send a living human to the ghost zone was laughable.”

He paused. He couldn't go on.

“And Vlad would know,” Jazz said leadingly.

Danny put a hand over his face. “Yeah, see, the thing is that I'm now very concerned that Vlad might not know.” His words came out muffled.

Jazz was so intent on him. He pretended even harder not to know she was leaning in towards him. “Does- does the ghost king have a bride, Danny?” She somehow managed in a professional tone.

He nodded miserably.

She promptly lost her shit laughing at his misfortune.

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

Hi! How about 47 and 54 for the trope mashup? :)

Hello!!

This was such a fantastic pairing for the prompts!! I hope you enjoy it :)

47 Emotional Support + 54 Mickey’s Mom Is Alive

It was a long ways between Chicago and Eastern Kentucky, and there was a hundred mile stretch of road as they waded through the rolling hills of Appalachia where the only station that would play without static was straight up, honkey tonk country music. 

Ian was loosing his mind at the sound of the fucking fiddle, but he didn’t dare turn it off because then he would be sitting in a quiet car with his husband while they travel to the hicks to visit his apparently very not dead, dead mother. 

Mickey took it upon himself to end the torture with an angry slap to the radios power button. “Jesus,” he muttered under his breath. 

“So, um” Ian said nervously, “you’re going to get off the highway in three exits.”

Shifting into the next right lane, Mickey sighed. The car went quiet again so Ian filled in the silence again, “we should be there in about a half hour, forty five minutes tops.”

Mickey nodded, but didn’t respond. So Ian spoke up again, clearing his throat and wincing as each word came out of his mouth “so are you, uh excited? You know, excited to see her.”

Three months ago, Ian got a phone call from Mandy Milkovich. They were stuck talking to their chattiest client and Ian was going to blow off the call from the unknown number, but he got a weird feeling about it. He had a million questions for her, but she just needed him to talk to Mickey about something.

“What, what is it Mands?” Ian asked urgently. “I can give you his number if you want-”

“No, Ian - seriously just listen. I don’t, I mean - well send me his number in case, I do want to talk to him” she stammered. “I need you to tell him something for me because I just, I can’t have the conversation with him because he’s, y’know a total fucking drama queen.”

“Mandy, what the hell are you talking about?” Ian asked lowly, stepping out of the building with a concerned glance from his husband. 

“I found our mom” she said, exhaling all at one. 

“You found her like - like, you found where she was buried?” Ian asked curiously.

“No, no I found where she is living, alive. As in our mom isn’t dead” Mandy said slowly.

“No but, your mom is dead” Ian responded.

“Yeah” Mandy agreed. “Except she’s not, Terry lied.”

“Why would he do that?” Ian asked incredulously.

“Seriously?” 

“Yeah, right. So your mom is alive and you want me to break the news to Mickey? Don’t you think that is the kind of information that should come from a sibling?”

“Well, I mean, you’re a lot closer to him. Husbands and unconditional love and all that.”

“You could argue that there’s unconditional love between siblings as well,” Ian reasoned.

“Mhm, yeah, not for us.”

“Okay, fine I get it. Um, can you just tell me a little bit about what happened? Mickey doesn’t talk about her.”

“Um, Terry knocked her up with Mickey when she was thirteen, they got married when she was sixteen. Mickey was her favorite and she was his favorite person in the world, one day when we were eleven Terry came home and told us that ding dong the bitch is dead and Mickey didn’t speak except to cry himself to sleep for about six months and then he never spoke about her again and would lash out at anyone who did.”

“Oh, good. I’m glad no one told me” Ian said sarcastically. “What the fuck, Mandy?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Ian” Mandy insisted. “I found her, I’m staying with her for a while and she really wants to see Mickey.”

“Okay, right. My brain is fucking leaking out of my fucking ass right now Mandy, I’m going to talk to him tonight and I will call you back sometime tomorrow and just..um, I will let you know how that goes.”

“Thank you so much, Ian. I know this is hard but I just can’t do the mom thing with him again, and you were dumb enough to marry him.”

“Yeah, I guess I was, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“I’m so happy to hear from you, Mandy.”

She hung up at that. And Ian was left to head back inside and face his husband. 

It was ugly, that night when he told Mickey. He was in denial for a while, thinking Ian was lying or playing a trick on him. He was pacing around like a caged animal, eyes wild and mouth running non-stop. Once he did come to accept it, he stopped talking, stoped moving around and his eyes traveled down that thousand yard path to no where. 

Ian tried to get him to share how he was feeling, but he was completely stone-like, where he’d settled on the floor, back against the couch and knees pulled up to his chest. So ultimately Ian just sat next to him and gently pulled Mickey close to him, until he settled his head on Ian’s shoulder and cried completely silently. 

“I don’t know how to help you” Ian whispered quietly, after a long while of sitting like that. “I don’t know how to make it better.”

Mickey didn’t react except to rub his cheek slightly against the soft wet cotton of Ian’s teeshirt. 

They didn’t mention it again for two days, and then another week went by before Ian hesitantly broached the subject again, only to get shot down over and over again. 

“It’s like living with the worlds angriest rubber band, he is going to fucking snap, Mandy. You need to talk to him, I am going to make sure he’s home alone tonight and you are going to fucking call him and answer all of is questions and help me with this shit.”

Mandy tried to talk Ian down, but reluctantly agreed to call Mickey that night. Which was how they wound up on a highway through Kentucky trying not to scoff at all the ultra-religious billboards. 

His mother lived in a small house with a smoking chimney, framed by the mist floating through orange gold trees on the surrounding mountains. Mandy was standing on the front porch when they pulled up, watching hesitantly. 

Mickey turned off the engine but made no move to get out of the car, so Ian turned to him quickly. “Mickey, listen. Whatever happens today, everything is going to be okay. I can’t promise that she’s okay and that your relationship with your mom is going to be remotely fine or normal. But everything will be okay in the end, right? I love you so much, you’re going to be okay.”

Mickey looked over at him, expression frenzied and helpless, so Ian took his hand and brought it up to press his mouth against it. “Mickey, pause. Take a couple deep breaths with me, and let’s go.”

So sorry to do this, but the prompt was way too good to keep so short so read the rest here if you're interested !

[jerryulyssessmith]

Sometimes I wonder how Mr. Boyd's life would have played out if he was called a "honkey" at any point in his life. Me for instance, my father passed out crack in "those" neighborhoods back in the day so I did not understand much about the world. It took 3 north African boys my son Gilbert Ulysses is friends with calling me a "cracker" to realize what the smaller groups of America go through. In that moment I felt the pain of all. Gilbert has been raised to love and accept all as I did not want to end up like my father. Grandpa also joined the Klan 5 years ago, whatever's left of it now. Just a very messed up sort. I believe Mr. Boyd is an American as he does not possess the grating accent of the Englishman, so my experiences may resonate with him. Just a little food for thoughts. All the love from Jerry.

[strandnreyes]

hiii jen! i too have been debating what to ask you today, so first i just wanted to express how much i love chatting with you and having you as a friend. you know why but…yeah, it means the world <3 i cherish you so so much. and now for the ask! you’ve written an apocalypse au and a vampire au, any other sort of supernatural-y/dystopian worlds you’d want to explore in fics? to you, what’s the best thing about writing au’s versus canon fic? on the flip side, what are your favourite small/“underrated” tarlos moments? any tarlos headcanons that influence how you write them? —maddie/reyesstrand <3

maddie!! endless love for you <3 ditto to everything

I’m not sure if this falls in line with those type of AUs, but I think a time travel type of au would be fun! something along the lines of the break up with TK trying to go back and win Carlos back, but each time TK goes back in time and changes something, the world is even worse. Him and Carlos never got together in 1x10, they hooked up once at the honkey tonk and that was it, they never even met. It sounds like a bit of a nightmare to plan, but could be fun!

my favorite part of writing an au versus canon is quite literally just putting those guys in situations!! I think the whole concept of different universes and that it could be something entirely different from canon, but it’s still TK and Carlos and they’re still going to fall in love no matter what is beautiful

small/underrated moments: in 2x09 at the hospital when Carlos puts his hand on TK’s back to move behind him, both of them showing up at the vet when Buttercup is sick, hand holding in the intervention scene, Carlos repeatedly saying ‘he assaulted a paramedic 😡’, the 2x08 blurry background hug!!!, how they’re sitting when Tommy is singing at their wedding, Carlos in the background when TK is talking to Owen in 1x01 like he’s waiting for his opening

it’s all in the details!! rafa and ronen play these boys so well

omg so many headcanons that I probably don’t even realize! but to name a few based off of what I was writing earlier:

- TK has a green thumb and loves having plants in the loft

- Carlos is much more similar to Gabriel than he even realizes and sometimes Andrea will watch him do something and get such a bittersweet feeling in her chest

- they love date nights in, especially with the jobs they have and the chaos that comes with that, but they love taking advantage of all the things austin has to offer too! live music, comedy shows, renting jet skis on lake austin… they love trying new things together

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

When I come to the "Black female characters" tag and y'all got a gif of some honkey love interest for your fics and not the Black female character... what the fuck are y'all tryna pull in that tag? It's not what I came to BLACK FEMALE CHARACTER tag for and I'm so fucking sick of it. Put that motherfucker under the read more or something and SHOW ME THE BLACK FEMALE CHARACTER I AM SEEKING IN THIS TAG

[starscelly]

23 and 19 for the ask thing ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🐻‍❄️🐻‍❄️ mwah love you cel

TANYA my friend … ily ♥️

19. What're you excited about for next year?

except for the obvious honkey viewings… doing more cool projects and sharing them with everyone and having silly good times tbh!!! esp with the summer free time :3

23. If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?

not to keep talking abt my cat but like . tell my ass to spend AS MUCH time w my cat as possible …. also like literally calm the fuck down your ass makes it into college it will all be okay.. also would spoil the cup results so i could express love and haterisms as early as possible

[gianttankeh]

TFEH presents: Glands Of External Secretion / Lovely Honkey / Yol at Fruitmarket, Edinburgh: 27/7/23.

TFEH are the champions. Come see us parade our Experimental Music trophies by purchasing tickets here.

Barbara Manning will expose us to the side of Glands of External Secretion that Seymour Glass dare not and she'll be assisted by the Brothers Usurper in what will be their penultimate performance together. All this and Luke Poot and Yol!!!

[blueiight]

this arist0crats person on twitter is the only one who makes fye ass vampterview edits that rly resonate with the season. to me. . now how do i get the 70s black existential depression exploitation jingles that ik louis would love on this likeee im tired of tiktok jingles & honkey music (still cant find a better term for this genre of insufferable music to me)

[adultswim2021]

The Venture Bros. #43: "Handsome Ransom" | October 26, 2009 - 12:00AM | S04E02

Listen to me, you mother fucker, I am talking. I don’t necessarily set out to recap an episode’s entire plot. It’s my downfall that for certain shows, like this one, I get sucked into recounting every single thing, because it’s a thorough way for me to make sure I’ve supplied all the context needed for some frivolous tidbit I MUST tell you. I am always in a thorough way, to my detriment. Really, this blog mostly just exists so I can keep track of my progress while I do this watch that I really could just be doing privately. There could be less bad stuff on the internet if only I had the restraint. 

Handsome Ransom is the one where the Monarch attempts to hold the Venture Bros ransom, but Hank (and not Dean) is rescued by Captain Sunshine, a Superman style guy who people talk about. You see, it’s popular opinion among the general public that Captain Sunshine is a pedophile. When a random guy on the street sees Captain Sunshine flying around with Hank, he snarkily makes an insensitive joke to the effect of “I wouldn’t let him around my kids!” causing others to laugh knowingly. 

Captain Sunshine takes Hank as his new ward, believing him to be a homeless orphan. Really, Hank was just mad at his family, and took the out when Captain Sunshine misinterpreted the situation. In one really creepy scene, we linger on Captain Sunshine whispering to his Alfred about issuing a bottle of lube to Hank, who is instructed to rub it where the sun hopefully won’t shine.

It’s genuinely troubling; I’ve watched this episode with people who seemed almost pissed off that the show was seemingly going into Happiness territory. The show even goes to commercial before letting us in on the misdirect: turns out it’s just so the Wonder Boy outfit will side on easier when Hank goes down a chute that apparently dresses him as he slides to the Sunshine mobile.

Basically the sitcom-style mix-em up of this episode is that Venture thinks Monarch still has Hank in his custody, who bluffs that he does have Hank to get a ransom from Venture. They play a game of tet-a-tet that eventually leads to all parties concerned at Captain Sunshine’s house. At this point we discover that he’s a local newscaster, and his news team are also secretly superheroes, which is such a fun idea.

The Monarch has a really twisted moment where he winds up in the Wonder Boy outfit and taunting Captain Sunshine. I forget if I said this, but Monarch killed Sunshine’s previous Wonder Boy. It’s actually mentioned in an earlier episode! The joke-to-lore pipeline is real! I get to say that again! Anyway, that's a big part of the episode: Captain Wonder's psycho attachment to the idea of Wonder Boy no longer being dead.

Okay here’s some stuff I really love in this episode: the “honkey” exchange between Hank and Monarch in the opening scene. Venture complains that Hank called him a honkey and the Monarch laughs and asks “did you really?”. This is honestly in the running for one of my favorite moments in the goddang show. I also love the joke about Sunshine throwing the Monarch into a prison yard as retribution. Monarch walks on account of Sunshine’s ignorance of due process. This episode also plants the seeds for a joke later, where Hatred finds out that Billy Quizboy is 37. You’ll certainly remember that Hatred is a (reformed?) pedophile, so he'd really like a little guy.

Speaking of that: the commentary track (and the Go Team Venture book) makes it very clear that Captain Sunshine is not intended to be an actual pedophile. He’s just perceived as one by the public, and is oblivious to this fact. I guess this is parallel to Michael Jackson except for, you know, that guy probably was one?? Right?? Is that crazy for me to say??? That guy probably fucked those little kids.

Jackson and Doc also point out that a vital thing about Hatred (other than the pedophilia): which is that unlike Brock, he’s game for anything. He gets heat stroke in a spider hole and paints himself like a hundo to try and help Venture. Brock would never!

Another great commentary tidbit is that they were watching the episode on a burned DVD-R which they made originally to send to the network for internal reviewing purposes, and they always make a barebones menu and add an annoying song looping on the menu. This episode’s song was Steal My Sunshine by Len.

They also sing the praises of Kevin Conroy, who voices Captain Sunshine as well as Batman from Batman: The Animated Series. I never really watched that show, because I sorta shunned action shows at a really early age, but I do remember getting sucked into watching an episode once or twice and thinking “this is actually pretty good”. Can you blame me? Anyway, I have to respect that guy or else people will get pissed. He died! 

That’s Jackson’s dog in the live-action bit. Hey, speaking of Jackson (I started the paragraph this way just to jam in the dog bit): The concept of the Wonder Boy memorial being a golden statue of him in a motorless side-car was a gag left over from The Tick that went unused. I learned that from the book. In fact, I didn’t even recognize that as a funny joke until I read that. Like, what a pathetic monument. 

Did I explicitly say that this is very easily among my favorite episodes of the series? It’s just so goddamn funny. Sometimes this show fails to come all-the-way-together, and that’s a shame, but this is pretty goddamn perfect. 

EPHEMERA CORNER:

Adult Swim in a Box DVD (October 27, 2009)

This was a weird one. This was a box set collecting previous season/volume set releases of various Adult Swim shows. The North American release included:

Aqua Teen Hunger Force: Volume Two

Space Ghost Coast to Coast: Volume Three

Moral Orel: Volume One

Robot Chicken: Season Two

Metalocalypse: Season One

Sealab 2021: Season Two

The Australian release does what the North American release should have done: they used all first volumes for the shows. They also swapped Robot Chicken and Metalocalypse for Frisky Dingo, Squidbillies, AND The Brak Show. It came out in 2011, I think (I already closed the tab that had this information)

Both versions included a PILOTS disk, which was eventually sold on the Adult Swim webstore as a stand-alone disc (which I bought) included the following pilots: 

Totally for Teens

Cheyenne Cinnamon and the Fantabulous Unicorn of Sugar Candy Fudge

Korgoth of Barbaria

Welcome to Eltingville

Perfect Hair Forever

Very annoying for them to include Perfect Hair Forever, even though it was picked up as a TV show. Shoulda included Lowe Country with Lowe commentary. Hell, they should make every movie and TV show in the whole world have Lowe commentary. 

You’ll notice only two of those pilots haven’t been covered here yet. I’m going to cover them at another time, in early 2010, as part of my award-winning coverage of Burger King’s Big Uber Network Sampling. 

[eyesxxyou]

mlm rivals to lovers hockey player hobie au!!! You guys are in a secret relationship and not even your teams know! You guys have a steamy makeout season after the game!!!!

I love anything involving mlm but I CANNOT see Hobie as a honkey player

[thewriterowl]

So I just finished reading Blooms for the first time...and man what a roller-coaster of feels to say the least.

I know this didn't happen, and wouldn't have happened but how would it go if after Luke killed Palpatine he went full on villain mode unwilling to listen to or trust his husband, and dad? If he had turned to them and told them that if they ever cross him again, Palpatine's death would look merciful in comparison to what he would do to them? With bright golden eyes and an emotionless expression.

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I will forever believe that he forgave everyone way too easily, and that nobody really had to do anything to get him back. That they didn't have to fight for him, and while I tried to see it from their perspective, and while yes I do understand why they felt the way they did and that they changed their minds...I have a strong belief that actions speak louder than words...and unfortunately their actions says to me that Luke isn't a priority to them, or at least a main one.

I mean his own father and husband decided to watch videos of Luke being tortured instead of rushing to his rescue, Like both of them would have undoubtedly have done for others. But no...they decided to wait, until Luke snapped. Only then did they hurry.

They all took him for granted again, and again assuming that since they changed their minds about him it should all be honkey dorey. He was treated like a second class citizen, literally nobody cared about him and I don't see many people trying to apologize to him either.

He didn't deserve any of that, and it's a shame that nobody is willing to put in much effort to make it right. And that they all just want Luke to just move on.

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So that leads to my next question...just how are the mandalorians going to make it right when they see Luke again? After all he did sacrifice himself for them despite them being so cruel to him.

Will they apologize or try to brush it off like it's nothing? Would they shower him with gifts? And give him flowers? Would the children hug him?

I'm really curious about how the citizens all feel about this whole situation, their consort sacrificed his life for them, and the next time they see him he's missing an arm and is unconscious.

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I did really enjoy the fic overall, I just wish that Din and Anakin had to grovel a bit, and work a bit before Luke was willing to give them a second chance. Cuase he definitely deserves to have someone fight for him. And truth be told, he deserves way better than anything they could ever hope to give him.

I'm sorry I just kinda want someone to yell at Anakin, and Din...hell all of Mandalor for being idiots, but nobody is going to do that, cause the only people who love Luke to that extent are all dead. Jeez....Luke really is all alone, only surround by the people who took him for granted and continued to hurt him.

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Hello! I am glad that you found Blooms and took the time read it! Sorry it took me so long to respond to your ask!

I just don't see Luke doing that. he wouldn't torture them or even threaten anything like that. Going Dark wouldn't mean he would've gone full blown evil. If he did go Sith, he would just reject them. He'd want to wipe hands clean of them like he was tempted to do in the end. If he had turned, there would've been no second chances. He would've just been done. He'd had no hope and no more affection to give or try to receive from them. Instead of hate, he'd done them worse by just turning off his emotions and being apathetic. He wouldn't bother to care any more. They wouldn't even be in his heart to hate.

To be fair, they literally couldn't leave--and that was a driving force in why they watched the videos. Both were emotional and about to go when they had to be reminded that if they do in the state they were in, they'd probably get Luke killed along with thousands, if not millions, of others. BUT, that is something that haunts them because of their power and skills they probably could've snuck off to start the mission a few hours earlier than what they did. They were stuck and they are haunted by that, as they should be. Luke did forgive them a little easy and part of that also really hurts them because he stole a bit of their power away. He decided what he wanted to do and gave them a line they can no longer cross or he's gone. The forgiveness was 100% for Luke, not for them. But they are willing to do whatever is necessary to help support him--they just need reminders that what they think is right or healthy may not be the case and may be more selfish of them.

I probably should've done more groveling. I 100% concede to that. It needed far more groveling over all. It's some of my favorite tropes and i didn't do enough of it. I will admit to that and apologize cause Luke deserved better. But Blooms could have more short-stories added to it in the future (like I did the sexy times fic) I wouldn't be opposed to that one day. Maybe another little story with a more focus on the others (Din and Anakin included) and it is more about them and what they need to do since the end of Blooms was more about Luke finding his own voice and comfort.

You're all good! You are more than welcomed here to share your thoughts and ideas and wants! it's always fun to hear about! And for Blooms, which has been completed for a while, it makes me excited to hear people finding it and having interest in it and sharing things about it is always super fun and exciting! I also agree with more groveling cause I made Luke suffer hard through Blooms, no lie lol

[shirkers2018dirsanditan]

saying anybody could win the world series with our lineup last year and saying a mid-june slump amidst a bunch of injuries is proof dusty was never a good manager is so fucking insane LMAO. a lot of astros fans are spoiled ass honkeys but also in general male sports fans are disrespectful and delusional. obviously dusty baker is a coach, but they love to pretend what these men do is magical and easy because they like to live vicariously through male athletes to feed their fantasy of male superiority, while simultaneously looking down on them because of their jealousy and true awareness of their own inadequacy. get a grip man

[whateverurmomwants]

Okay so y’all know how everyone says that Keith Kogane doesn’t like sweets that much? Well i call bullshit. HES FROM THE SOUTH. If there isn’t enough sugar in you tea to make you a diabetic by just one cup? Get outta here.

He absolutely LOVES sweet things. Candy and things like that are liked but he still dont like them that much. But you put some sugar on watermelon? He’ll eat it up. He is a country man. A gay, crop-top wearing COUNTRY MAN. HE LOVES SUGAR.

Each paladin and alien are always so confused on how he has not died of a sugar crash and every time someone asks him why he eats so much STRAIGHT sugar, he reply’s ‘I’m from the south?? What do you expect???’

AJDHDKDHDNHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS JUST CAME TO ME AND OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH😭😭😭😭😭

NO NO CUZ IMAGINE HIM HAVING A PLAYLIST OF COUNTRY SONGS: country girl, honkey tonk bandonkadonk, international farmer, rock and a hard place, EVERYTHING

IT WOULD BE SO AMAZING