#macy babbles

[heymacy]

hi! so I just read one of your fics, teenage dirtbag - which was INCREDIBLE btw!!!! - and so at the end, i went to your blog and saw you were also a chappell stan and i'm obsessed with that! I actually reactivated my account just so I could message you, lol! please let me know if you rec any blogs (gallavich/chappell/queer) or anything like that as I make my little return to tumblr after years and years!

hi nicole, it's so nice to meet you!! 💛 thank you for your kind words about TD, it's so special to me and i'm so glad you enjoyed it!

chappell and i go way back (in the sense that i started listening to her in late 2020 lmao) and i'm so happy she's finally getting the recognition she deserves! my chappell blog is @chappellsource if you wanna check it out! also all my gifs are in my gif tag ✨

as far as gallavich blogs go, here are some of my faves!

FOR GIFS:

@mickeygifs

@7x10mickey

@gardenerian

@sickness-health-all-that-shit

@deedala

@imikhailo

@ajcrowleys

@tylrgalpins

@fionnagallagher

@gofionaonthem

@dailyshameless

@dailymikhailo

FOR ART/EDITS:

@deedala

@michellemisfit

@heymrspatel

@deathclassic

@darlingian

@doshiart

@darthvaders-wife

@vintagelacerosette

@doodlevich

@steorie

COMMUNITY BLOGS:

@shamelesscreatorsnetwork - a network for creators with monthly themes

@gallacrafts - a monthly crafting group

@galladrabbles - 100 word stories based on weekly prompts

@gallavichprompts - run by the incredible @callivich, a place for everything prompts + creative inspiration

@gallavichthings - community events

@gallavichfanficlibrary - all the fic recs you could ever need

@gallavichfanartgallery - a gallery of gallavich fan art

@gallavich-fic-club - a group dedicated to discussing + sharing fics

and there is so much more beyond this list! i recommend checking out the #shameless, #shamelessnet, #shamelessedit, #shameless fanart, #dailymikhailo, #gallavich, #ian x mickey, and #ian and mickey tags, and of course the shameless feed on ao3! there are so many incredible authors in this fandom! 💛

thank you again, and welcome back! 🎉✨

[cowboysteph]

thinking about him btw. if you even care

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

liveblog ghosts S5ep 5

this is it. The ep I'm fearing the most. I will cry and scream probably omg this is it isn't it.

Spoilers and feral babbling ahead probably

i am 1 sec in had to pause I'm so nervous about Caps death and my soft boy Havers

-annie-versary ☺️

-a new math meme from Robin😍

-i thinks it's gonna be a you don't connected shit Kind of EP xD

-oh phew Larry and Ben that's a relief

-a decapitated Doll how nice

-already kicked the bucket list 😂

-i am screaming Julian and Fanny 😂😂

-no rhythm? No legs 😂

-oh another Fan theory is adressed☺️

-"kitty ma Love" awww

-138

-nicht 😱

-i love Cap so much

-phew Julian for a Moment I thought He would be creepy

-walter🥰

-now His Body is Like a horse xD

-snuffles, Macy 🥰🥰 I need to Finish writing that one wip

-oh No this is where the flashbacks start

-oh No it isn't. Omg how Long is her Hair

-i want the flashbacks 🙁 I think.

-omg Fanny let her Hair down🥰

-ich bin so ufgregt omg Had to Stop again to whine to my sis

-fuck it's starting

-or Not

-why musst they tease me Like this

-atomic Kitty 😂

-awww Mike xD i know the Feeling though

-no sireeeee xD

-i scared 😂😂😂

-omg coming Out now maybe??

-pat Thomas hug😭

-pat🥲

-omg omg now it's starting

-he broke in omg

-omg omg omg that explains IT the little rascal

-holy fuck i am screaming i screamed Out loud Hes there Hes looking at him holy fuck

-the Sound I Made was Not human. It's him my babes my soft boy omg im so nervous

-he has scars now but they weirdly suit him

-i can't tell If He looked Happy or Not

-was will der Heini denn jetzt geh da weg !

-havers Looks nervous or displeased I can't tell

-oh Shit no. He Just wanted to see him again

-oh fuck it's a Heartattack. Thank god. The horrible stuff I imagined isn't true after all!

-hes running to him 😭😭😭😭

-i know😭😭

I am sobbing. For realsies my eyes are leaking

Anthony ��😭 James 😭😭😭(aka Teddy)

The hands😭😭

Omg was ist Havers swaggerstick??!!

I am going insane

How soft He Said james. His soft little smile.He Loved him No one can Tell me otherwise

The tear in Cap's eyes

He couldn't even Touch His face because the Guys stood there and watched😭😭

I have to Update the how Havers smiled at him Post😭😭

Peter again with the microexpressions 😭😭😭😭😭

Poor Cap😭 poor Havers😭😭

I can already hear some say that this still doesn't Show If Feelings were reciprocated. I feel it does. Even without a tear from Havers.

I need a small pause i played this little Clip so many Times know

Cap broke into that Thing to See Havers again my Heart I am screaming

.

.

.

-Fanny 🥺

-could we Count him telling the Story in a way as coming Out?

-mike 🥰

-achy breaky Heart 😂

Cap's Dancing omg screaming again

-julian omg😂😂😂

-i love Green on alliaon

[weministertomonsters]

The Easter Bunny 1 - Werecat

"Do I look like an Easter bunny to you?" Max growls, flicking his tail in agitation.

It thunks against the leg of the kitchen table and he winces. "And I hate this costume. It looks stupid."

"Actually, you look adorable," you correct, reaching over to fix the headband of the droopy rabbit ears.

His own ears flick backwards but he endures your meddling.

"I regret coming here," he announces, picking up the basket full of chocolate eggs that looks tiny in his paws.

"Come on, Macy will be so happy! She always wanted a Easter-egg themed birthday party," you say. "Afterwards we can hang out and maybe watch a movie and eat the leftover chocolate."

"If Macy leaves anything for us, that is. My niece has a monster sweet tooth."

You almost laugh because an angry werecat with a bunny ear headband and a colorful onesie is too funny to take seriously. He bares his teeth at you.

"I could eat you, human."

"Save it for when we're alone," you smirk.

His eyes widen. "Are you saying-"

"You two ready?" Macy's mother, Sophia, comes bustling in with a stack of empty cake plates. A half melted number 4 candle lies on the top. "Macy wants to do the egg hunt now."

Max rolls his eyes. "We were in the middle of something."

"No, actually we were just about ready," you say sweetly. "The Easter bunny and his human helper."

You pat Max on one of his broad shoulders.

"Thanks for helping out! Macy has been so happy today... She hasn't even asked for her father once," Sophia says quietly.

"Good. She should forget about him," Max declares.

As an afterthought he adds, "you should too."

You drag him out of the kitchen before he can make the damage worse.

"That was a really insensitive thing to say," you scold once you're in the backyard, taking a bunch of the bite-sized foil wrapped eggs and using your shirt to hold them.

Max glances at your exposed midriff then looks away quickly.

"Maybe but it's true. That man did nothing right. Couldn't take care of the kid and couldn't even fuck his wife right." Max wanders away from you, tucking eggs just out of sight for Macy and her friends to find.

You sputter at that and it sounds like he's smiling when he says, "Sophia used to rant about it whenever she got drunk. Embarrassed him multiple times."

"Fair point but go easy on your sister, okay? He wasn't the best husband but they were together for five years."

Max goes quiet. After a moment he says, "By the way, remember we're a part of their egg hunt. Whoever finds us gets an extra prize."

"I almost forgot!" You reply. "I doubt we're small enough to hide behind the playhouse and go unnoticed. We can't even fit inside that thing. Or maybe the bushes beside the flowerbed-"

You hear a babble of children's voices coming around the house. Sophia must have assumed you were done and given them the go-ahead to start hunting.

"Uh-oh." You meet Max's eyes.

"The garden shed!" He says, darting towards it.

The backyard is pretty big and you're afraid the kids will spot you before you get to cover but you slip into the garden shed just in time, closing the door enough so that it only lets a sliver of light in.

There's one window but it's covered in a layer of grime that barely allows the sunlight to come in. You turn, ogling the dim interior of the garden shed.

"Figures, your clean-freak sister has the messiest shed I've ever seen!" You murmur quietly.

Max lets out a muffled laugh. "This shit belonged to the ex-husband. She either hasn't got the courage or time to clean it out just yet."

"Hey! Don't remove the costume!" You try to keep your voice down because the kids are running all over the backyard finding the eggs.

The garden shed is in the corner though. It might take awhile before they find you.

"Did you think I was going to wear it for long? It's hot and scratchy and horrible." He yanks it off his legs and as he bends to do so the headband goes flying into the darkness.

"Don't lose them! Those are one of Macy's favorites!" You hiss, stumbling over an empty sack of fertilizer and reaching for the ears which have fallen in the corner. "And you really shouldn't be taking that off. You're kind of naked now."

"And you're the only one who cares," he retorts. "Werecats often go around in nothing but our own fur."

"It's still inappropriate," you mumble, keeping your eyes averted.

He says nothing for a long moment.

"Does it bother you that much? Do you hate seeing me like this?" He finally says and you jerk your head up in surprise at the hurt you hear in his voice.

"Am I that freakish and different-"

"No!" You bark and then lower your voice. "No, it's not that."

"Then what? The time we went swimming with our friends you could barely look in my direction."

"Y-you've misunderstood. You know that's not what I think. I'm okay with everyone and everything. Human or not. That's really not an issue. It's just..."

"What?" He prods.

"You're really hot. And every time I see you like that I just want to run my hands through your fur... But I thought it would be too weird to ask to do that. I know physical contact is taken really seriously with your kind..." You purse your lips together and look at the ground. "I was afraid you'd think I was a weirdo."

"Seriously?" He says, breathing out in what sounds like relief. "That's awesome. I thought you hated me."

"No! Why would you even think that," you pout. "We've been friends for ages."

"All you had to do was ask," Max says. "Do you..."

"Can I?" You burst out and then shrink in embarrassment. "I mean, were you going to say I could touch you?"

"Go ahead," he replies.

You shuffle closer, side-stepping a clunky lawn mower. The lack of light makes it rather hard to see as you reach your hand out. Your fingers touch his fur and you jerk your hand back.

"Sorry, that kind of startled me," you laugh sheepishly before you reach forward with more confidence.

His fur is thick and incredibly soft like a plush pillow. You forget that you're touching your friend as you delight in the silky feeling. Until you find a small fur-less patch. Then a couple inches lower, another. And another.

A giggle builds in your throat.

"Maxwell Quinn, are those nipples?" You whisper. "Six of them?"

"Uh, yeah. They, uh, are just for aesthetics," he says nervously, shifting his weight. "Does that weird you out?"

"I love it, they must be so sensitive," you babble. "Six of them! That's really cool."

"If you say so," he mumbles, swaying.

"Are you purring?" You demand, detecting the soft sound.

He stops immediately. "No. I wasn't."

"I bet you were. Do it again?" You plead. "It sounds so comforting."

You lean forward and playfully place your ear to his chest.

"I'm waiting," you chirp.

His fingers slide through your hair suddenly. "What you said back in the kitchen about being alone..."

The air grows thick with something that makes your heart begin to beat faster. You look up into his eyes, which are glowing slightly.

"I-"

Suddenly, the garden shed door flies off its hinges, missing you by an inch as it falls. A bunch of werekittens crowd into the doorway. You take a step back from Max, clearing your throat.

Macy, covered in smears of chocolate, laughs and claps.

"We found you!" She squeals.

Max growls a curse under his breath and you nudge him.

"Later," you stand on your tiptoes to whisper into his ear before the kittens drag you away for their prize.

[sensitive-trait]

Kate arrived at the Spencer household over an hour late for their play date and felt frantic. She was halfway through planning her apology when Maci opened the door with a boy on each hip.

“Want to guess who just peed all over me?” She asked, sounding exasperated and motioning her guests inside with her chin. Kate chuckled. Feeling much better, she greeted the twins and followed them into the nursery.

There, for the first time in months, the women were finally able to unwind. Commiserating over the many joys and difficulties of motherhood while their little ones got acquainted nearby.

As soon as their mothers plunked them down on the carpet together, the boys were fascinated by Alice. Andrew began waving excitedly, and William couldn't stop grinning.

She was shy at first, watching them closely. But with a little encouragement from Kate, the three were soon playing together and babbling away happily.

Although, she did soon discover that the taste of her own foot was far more interesting than playing cars.

They spent all afternoon together before the kids tuckered themselves out and curled up together for a nap. Maci and Kate picked up their babies and bid eachother goodbye. Whispering a promise to make time for this again next week.

[soulless-strangers]

Green is mean

Little Jason and babysitter Kimberly

❤️💖💚🦖

Ok hear me out.

Jason didn’t mean to regress in the middle of one of the Spd halls...

But he did.

So baby Jason had taken it upon himself to sit down where he stood and sooth himself with his power coin of all things.

It was small and snack shaped. Of course it was going in his mouth.

So the red ranger sat there, idoly chewing and sucking on the coin as a distraction till another ranger found him.

Hopefully Trini or Billy. He liked his Mum and Papa.

Unfortunately it was neither the yellow or blue ranger that rounded the corner, but Tommy.

Which would not have been a problem if not for the fact that he was morphed, in his green ranger suit.

Jason’s power coin hit the floor, the silence echoing for a second before the little began to wail.

He cried, cried so hard he had to stutter in a breath, only for it to return at twice the volume.

Tommy froze, quickly demorphing before crouching down a little away from the baby regressor.

“Hey. Hey baby Jase. I’m sorry. I’m sorry little mate. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The older babbled, trying to settle the red ranger.

“Jason? Jason bug what’s going on?” Kimberly came around the corner, almost pushing her husband out of the way.

“He saw me in my green ranger suit.” Tommy muttered, feeling ashamed of himself despite it just being poor timing.

“Oh bug. I know, green was mean wasn’t he.” Kimberly cooed, pulling the still balling little against her side. “Go find Trini or Billy. I’ll stay with him. Tell them to get Maci too.”

Tommy nodded, thinking back to the last time he’d seen the t-Rex stuffie. He stood up, not too quickly, and began his search for the other rangers.

“Hey butter bug, I know. I know darling. Green is scary for you bub. It’s ok.”

The red rangers cried began to slow to sniffles, Kimberly trying to distract him with his power coin until his caregivers arrived.

[pastelmumu]

Baby Y/N: *Gives Henry a kiss on the cheek*

Macy: *Eating chips*

Henry: Dont mind if I do...*takes a handful of Macys chips*

Macy:Hey! Dont eat in my chips!

Henry: *Dies of laughter*

Y/N: *babbles*

Macy:Dont eat in my chips ok?

Henry: Ok..*Wheezes*

Martin in the background: 😑

[lloyds-department]

Christmas

by Daniel Lloyd

Mason breathed deeply through his nose. He dreaded knocking on the dark oak door. He knew behind it was his father, and his judging sky blue eyes. He felt a hand on his shoulder and heard babbling. He turned to see his wife, Darlene, smiling at him.

"C'mon, dear, it's just Christmas. He's surely going to be nicer for the holidays!" she exclaimed, her dark eyes meeting his blue ones. "Besides, we have Macy and the twins, he'll be distracted by these cute little babies." Darlene added, grinning. Mason sighed once more, adjusting his amber glasses. He knocked on the door. Sure enough, an older, more judgemental version of himself opened it.

"Ah, Mason, ladies. Come in, come in, dinners almost ready." Sawyer said, moving aside to let them in, mumbling about letting the heat out.

"Hello, Sawyer, it's so lovely to see you again!" Darlene said, trying to cut through the thick tension in the room. "We brought little ones!"

"Ah yes, yes. Young ladies. They'll grow to be good Calohan women for sure. I bet this little lady will take Mason's spot when he's old." the old man chuckled, flashing a grin towards his son. The younger man did not return the expression.

"So, what's for dinner? Jodie has a gluten aller-" Mason was cut off by his father. "Yes, I'm aware, gluten intolerance, celiacs or what have you. I made sure she has options…"

Darlene tilted her head in adoration, smiling at the kind gesture. "Sawyer, thank you so much! You're a sweetheart." she cooed, setting the twins on a recliner and allowing Macy to roam.

"I beg to differ." Mason said, sitting on the couch. Sawyer rolled his eyes, annoyed at the statement. Darlene felt the room grow silent, aside from the purr of the heating unit and the small sounds from the babies. There was tension, she felt the anger from both sides roaming around the living room. The only thing that stopped this was beeping from the oven, making Sawyer run off to the kitchen. Darlene quickly approached Mason, frowning.

"You promised you wouldn't start things this year. It's bad for both of you." she pouted. Mason crossed his arms and looked away.

"He made my life hell, Darls, he's the reason I've got that nasty scar on my back. You're over here praising him for doing the bare minimum. He's a bad fa-"

"What was that, boy?" Sawyer cut in, holding a baking dish of rolls in his hands. A red plaid apron was atop his very cheesy Christmas sweater. His eyebrows were furrowed and the frown on his face was enough to make him look like a displeased bulldog. He hurried back to the kitchen to set the dish down and returned to his spot, still frowning.

"Uh…" Mason stuttered, his face turning pale at the sight of his father's angry face. He gulped, tugging at the front of his vest before excusing himself to go outside.

"Mason." Darlene grabbed the sleeve of his shirt. Her eyes were making aggressive contact with his.

"Yes, my love?" Mason whispered, nearly choking on his words.

"I love you. Please don't stay out there long." she replied, letting go and sitting next to the twins. Mason nearly ran outside, rushing to the car and sitting inside it. His breaths were heavy and he felt himself growing faint. He'd never ever spoken ill of Sawyer within earshot. He grew anxious, wondering how often this man had heard his complaints. Had Mason's words hurt Sawyer's feelings? Does Sawyer even have feelings?! Mason started to panic, his vision fading in and out. His glasses fogged from the stress and he tossed them off, hearing a lense pop out. He grabbed his chest, trying to ease his heavy breathing. He stopped for a moment, and then heard tapping. His eyes widened as he saw the elder Calohan man standing at the door. Mason rolled down the window and let out a soft "Yes?"

"Why do you keep visiting if you know you're pissed at me?" Sawyer asked.

"I-Excuse me, what?"

"You heard me. I know you can't fucking stand me. What, you think you're gonna be a big man and show your lil wife that you're able to stand up to me? I beat your little ass the last time you tried to fuckin come at me. What do you gain from this, Mason?"

Both sets of blue eyes were locked. One in fear and one in angered curiosity. Mason gulped, his pale face reddening at his racing thoughts.

He mumbled.

"Speak up, coward. Otherwise I ain't letting you back in my fucking house." Sawyer growled, leaning into the window and getting right in Mason's face.

"You're an awful father, sir." Mason said. Sawyers face went from one of anger to one of confusion.

"Excuse me, young man? I'm a bad dad? At least I only had one of you little bastards. How's having only daughters working out for you, sissy? Huh? You like having your hair and makeup done by these little girls?" the older man taunted. Mason opened the door and stood up, eye to eye with this worm of a father.

"At least I won't kill my wife and abuse them. Those girls are my whole heart and soul. I'm sooo sorry I'm not the rough, no nonsense dad like you were but I'd rather my kids LOVE ME." Mason shouted, backing Sawyer up. "I've dedicated my entire life to making sure I don't repeat your mistakes! I'm making sure my kids feel loved and supported! If you have a fucking problem with that then my kids don't HAVE A FUCKING GRANDPA CALOHAN. YOU WANT THAT? You're weak now, Sawyer. I could kick your ass right now. I won't though."

"Oh yeah? Why not?" Sawyer said through gritted teeth.

"Because it's Christmas, and I'm trying to make a good holiday for my girls." Mason replied, finally backing Sawyer against the side of the house. "You wanna bully me and say I'm a sissy for treating those girls with respect and kindness? Fine. You only bully ME though. You leave my babies out of it." Mason finished, his heart racing. He'd stood up to his father. He'd finally done it. He expected a punch. A kick, maybe screaming that this young, fit man was attacking a weak, defenseless old man. He didn't get that.

Sawyer laughed. He laughed really hard. Mason backed up and stared at him. Sawyer was doubled over, wheezing and coughing a bit. Darlene opened the door and rushed out.

"Mason?" she questioned, looking at Sawyer.

"He-he just-he started laughing. I called him a piece of shit pretty much and he's just-he's laughing." Mason stuttered. He stepped back further and just stared at the old man, laughing like he was insane. The younger man was scared, confused even.

"Why are you laughing?" he asked, hiding behind his wife.

Sawyer kept laughing. He had his hands on his knees and tears in his eyes. He finally calmed down and stood up, wiping his eyes.

"C'mon, asshole, why are you laughing?" Mason asked again, frowning.

"Boy, you must've grown a whole set of balls to be able to say all that shit to me. Finally standing up to me like a man, are we?" Sawyer taunted, waving his hands and laughing a bit more. "Boy, you must feels MUCH better don't you, Mason-Jar?"

"Don't call him that." Darlene said coldly. She wasn't fond of that nickname.

Sawyer went inside, with his son and his wife following. The children were already sat at the table, cartoons on the television and food going into their mouths. Mason stared at them, and then at Sawyer. He was confused, as this old man had just complained about these little girls.

"They're occupied, boy, stop staring. It'll make you ugly." Sawyer piped up, punching his son's arm. Mason touched the spot his father just hit, staring at the floor for a moment.

An hour passed and it was time to go home. Mason packed the girls' gifts in the back of the car and he sat in the driver's seat. Darlene was packing leftovers for lunch the next day. Sawyer approached Mason, an envelope in hand. Mason rolled down the window. The older man dropped the envelope on his son's lap.

"What's that? It is an explosive?"

"It's a card, you fu-"

"Language." Mason cut in, frowning.

"Fool. Just open the stupid thing." Sawyer said.

Mason studied the envelope. Neat, cursive handwriting with his full name written out. A small, hand drawn canary floated next to the last fancy 'n' in Calohan. Mason looked up to find that Sawyer was gone, likely inside.

He opened the small paper package. Inside was, indeed, a card. A kitten with a Santa hat and a ribbon was on the front, the words, "Have a Purr-fect Christmas!" above the small cat. He opened the card, chuckling at the silly picture on the front. Inside was printed words, "May your days be meowy and bright, and may all your Christmases be white!" with another kitten underneath, this time in a present box. A crisp $100 bill fell out of the card, but Mason ignored it. He insisted focused on the additional cursive handwritten message.

"Dear Mason,

I admit, I am not the perfect father. I admit I am a disgusting, vile man who you probably wish was dead. Trust me, I'm with you, son.

I wish I could take back all the things I've done for you. I can't. I've fucked you over for the rest of your life.

I can't apologize out loud, and I can't really say sorry because that's not enough.

Money won't heal the wounds I've opened in your soul but that's the best I can do.

If I could go back in time and change things I would. But I can't, because time travel is nearly impossible and I would probably fuck up again.

What I can do is give you money. Do whatever, save it, spend it, buy your wife a new outfit or get those girls some toys or pillows or something. I don't give a shit. It's your money now, spend it how you please.

Sincerely, your father.

Sawyer Calohan"

Mason didn't notice the fat, wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He didn't notice Darlene sitting in the passenger side seat. He didn't notice the soft snoring coming from his eldest daughter, Macy. All he noticed was the words on this card, and the small hand drawn portrait of himself, signatured with S. Calohan. The large bill in his lap remained untouched. Mason put the card on the center console and started the car.

He drove home feeling the most conflicting feelings. The ones where he sees if he would rather forgive his father or die.

Every damn Christmas… he thought to himself, frowning. Oh well.

[listieshadows]

Listie babbles about her CD haul (2024/01/14)

Yesterday I walked into my local Sunrise Records with the intention of purchasing The Beatles' Yellow Submarine Songtrack to complete my collection of Beatles albums featured on a picture I've had of their discography that's been hanging on my wall for years. However, unfortunately, it wasn't there, and in a fit of "Well, since I'm here," I impulse purchased a bunch of other albums. And since I wanna talk about music more, hey, I'm gonna take a sec to talk about them! I hope nobody who sees this on their timeline minds the self-indulgence.

Green Day – Warning (2000)

One of my top five favorite Green Day albums. Probably even top three. I really liked this brief folk punk turn for the band, and tunes like "Misery", "Macy's Day Parade", "Waiting", "Church On Sunday", "Minority"... Aw, it's just great stuff.

I've been meaning to get more Green Day stuff, anyway. For years the only albums of theirs I've had are American Idiot and Revolution Radio, and I'd like to have an unbroken line of their discography from Kerplunk to 21st Century Breakdown. After that, with stuff like the "Trilogy" and Father Of All... Eh, I'll pass. And we'll see about their new album when that comes out. For now, I'll say that I did also consider picking up Dookie while I was there, but all they had was the anniversary box, and I didn't wanna add an additional $92 onto my purchase. But speaking of anniversary editions being my only option...

Elton John – Honky Châtaeu (50th Anniversary Edition) (2023)

This is currently my second favorite Elton John album, behind Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. I mean, come on, side one is a killer. Aside from having "Honky Cat" and "Rocket Man", it's got "Mellow" and "Susie (Dramas)"... Come on! Of course side two is great as well—"Amy", "Hercules", all that—but "Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters" has just never done it for me, honestly? Plus, sometimes I forget what "Slave" sounds like, so there's that, too.

Now, if I could've avoided it, I wouldn't have paid $32 to own the two disc anniversary edition. But that was the only version they had there, an', y'know, that just sucks a little sometimes, right? Like, you just want the darn album and not all of the extra demos and live recordings they're charging you more for, but that's your only option unless you wanna go trawling around Discogs or eBay for a more standard edition. And if I didn't love physically browsing so much...! Although that's probably what I'm gonna hafta put up with anyway if I wanna get Yellow Submarine Songtrack, so...

Iron Maiden – Powerslave (1984) and No Prayer For The Dying (1990)

I'm pairing these two together for a specific reason, and I'll get to that in a second, but first lemme get my opinions out of the way. Powerslave might be my favorite Iron Maiden album—at the very least it's in solid competition with The Number Of The Beast. I find there's hardly a moment wasted on it, and of course the big hits are all fantastic: "Aces High", "2 Minutes To Midnight", "Powerslave" and the incredible "Rime Of The Ancient Mariner". In terms of Maiden's "epic songs," I like "Empire Of The Clouds" better, but "Rime Of The Ancient Mariner" still holds a very high second place.

No Prayer, meanwhile, is an album I only first heard last year, and I can sort of tell why people don't like it so much. After the innovations of Somewhere In Time and Seventh Son, it's a big step back; and even for fans who preferred the earlier sound to the synths, the songs just aren't as tight as Killers or Number or any of them. Fear Of The Dark later on was an improvement, but only so much because of its bloated track list. Still, I've listened to the From Fear To Eternity compilation enough times that I have a spot for "Tailgunner" and "Holy Smoke", plus I think "Mother Russia" is kind of neat as well.

But why did I get both of them? You might not be wondering that up until I tell you that I've already owned a copy of Powerslave for years. In fact, it was the second or third Iron Maiden album I'd ever bought. So what's, uh, the deal, then? To put it in short, there was a box set released in 1998 called Eddie's Head which had their first twelve live and studio albums, from their eponymous debut all the way up to Live At Donington. At some point they were all released individually, and those were the copies I was collecting. After all, their spines formed a picture of Eddie. I had to have a full collection!

But I had one stipulation in mind: I knew that No Prayer was considered the worst Dickinson album, so I wanted to get that one last. That meant if I wanted to finish my collection, I had to find a copy of Live At Donington. Though no matter how many times I looked at HMV or Sunrise, I could never find it. It was only years later when I finally checked Discogs and saw how much a copy was going for these days that I realized, "Oh, they're not selling this at chain stores anymore." And in fact, they're not selling any album from this release anymore. They've all been replaced by the 2015 remaster, so I couldn't even get an Eddie's Head version of No Prayer even if I wanted to.

So I just gave up! I picked up the 2015 remaster of No Prayer so I could finally have an unbroken studio run from their debut to The X Factor, and I got Powerslave alongside so it wouldn't look stupid sitting all by itself. Will I ever get the rest of them? I mean, if that's the only option for the Iron Maiden albums I'm still missing, sure, I guess. I like their spines, too, so I'm getting that out of this whole ordeal at least.

(And in looking up a picture of the Eddie's Head spines to link to, it seems like I was also missing A Real Live Dead One as well? So... Oops! Guess that's two albums I would've had to get!)

Prince – Come (1994)

The first time I heard this album, it was because of a podcast I'm making my way through: Jukebox Zeroes. The whole concept of the podcast is that it sees the two hosts plus guests reacting to and reviewing what's considered the worst albums from famous artists, like Metallica's St. Anger or Madonna's American Life, for example. Come was the album they'd selected to cover Prince, though by the end of the episode they admitted that they should've picked, like, Rave Un2 The Year 2000, 'cuz Come really isn't Prince's worst, or even a bad album. Frankly, it's rather something that Prince considered this "lesser material" that he threw at Warner Bros. just to get out of his contract with them.

I think they largely singled "Dark" as their favorite song on the album, but for me, it's "Letitgo". I absolutely love that synth melody that Prince sings along to for the chorus. The pre-chorus is really fun, too, I think. For, like, a month or two afterwards it was in my frequent rotation, usually played alongside Angela Aki's cover of "Still Fighting It" for some reason.

Ultimately, I prefer the album he put more attention into and wanted to have released at the same time, The Gold Experience (which I've had for months longer), but I don't think Come should be skipped. I mean, at the end of the day, it's still a Prince album. It's rare he makes bad music, and Come doesn't fall into that. Well, maybe "Solo", but your mileage will vary, of course.

And as a little divergence, can I just say that, before I got Come, it was really funny that I had the Love Symbol album and The Gold Experience sitting right next to each other on my shelf? Jus', one where Prince used the symbol as an album title, and then one where he used it as his name. It's great.

[gnattyplayssims]

1935 Pt1 - A Lonely Birth

Back in Henford the Mizrahi's were catching up, "Things seem to be getting much better for you, Kinley."

"It is. Of couse it's been hard with mom passing and Gabe's arrest, but Lucian's been such a rock" She nodded toward her husband.

"Just doing my job as a husband"

Little Rosalie started to cry and Lucian excused himself from the conversation. He was grateful for the excuse as he knew his wife was about to get mushy. "Hey little bean, what's going on?"

She babbled an explanation and he just nodded.

"Why don't we go find Ivy, hmm?"

"Ya, ya"

Rosalie found Ivy playing with Belle in the sitting room. She patted Belle on the head and the cat hugged her. "What're you munchkins up to?" William looked at the two charmers and could barely hold back his smile.

"Daddy, mu mu" Ivy pointed at the the object of her desire

William crossed to the GrammyFone and Ivy clapped excitedly as the music flooded the room. "Are we having a dance party?" Lizzie peeked into the room

"Come on Mrs. Pigulock let's show them how it's done!" he pulled her against him and the babies laughed as he twirled her around"

Soon everyone was in the sitting room. Esther was making excuses for why her husband and the twins weren't there. Reuben was trying to connect with Esther's "too cool" son Samuel. And Rachel...was 8-going-on-13 and eventually decided to just go sleep off her emotional meltdown

Soon all the guests left and despite trying to fight how tired she was, Ivy eventually passed out. Lizzie found her and brought her back to her bed. "Night sweetpea"

Lizzie felt a little dizzy as she straightened. "Aight Mommy?"

"Mommy thinks Ivy might be a big sister soon."

Lizbeth really hoped it wasn't true. Things were hard enough without another baby. But she needed to know for sure. Her heart dropped, it was true. She took a deep breath. Okay this wasn't the end of the world. She liked being a mom, things would be tight but they would be okay.

"Will...I'm pregnant"

He paused "Um okay. That's...not part of the plan...I guess we'll figure it out." She worried her lip "Come here." She sat beside him "We had a plan but we can adjust it. It'll be hard but we'll love him just as much"

"Him? We don't know"

"I'm believing!"

Back in Evergreen, Anabelle was trying to come to terms with her own pregnancy. She had gone home until she started to show too much and then left before they could find out. Now alone at the Harbor Station she was trying her hardest to stay positive.

"Are you homeless?"

The lady waiting across from her watched with a frown. The baby sleeping next to her calmed Anabelle a little and she nodded "We were homeless when Astrid was born. It's a hard place to be." The woman gave some much needed advice until her husband returned with their tickets.

The stranger had told her of a midwife that ran an orphanage in Conifer Station. She had just enough money to get a bed at the Station for the night and a train ticket for the next morning. She went to bed that night feeling better than she had since she had left Kye.

Anabelle took the train to Conifer Station the next morning and met Maci the Midwife at the Canal Corner Orphanage. "Don't worry dear, you're safe here. Whatever the situation and whatever your plans, I'll help you get through it."

Relief flooded Anabelle at the woman's words.

For the next 5 months Maci helped her through all the stages of her pregnancy. Giving her advice on how to be more comfortable and letting her talk when all the changes and choices became too much. She even had a chance to work on her parenting skill by helping with the children.

One night Anabelle woke up to her first contractions. "Okay Anabelle," She breathed, "Okay, you've planned for this. Okay okay okay" She tried to breathe but as the contractions became closer together she knew, whether she was ready or not she was in labor. "Maci! It's time!"

Maci sat with Anabelle until the sun came up. "Wait why are you leaving."

"Don't worry dear, there's still time. I have to feed the babies and give the children some instructions. I'll be checking on you and I'll be here when it's time. Just keep breathing."

Then she was alone.

Maci checked on Anabelle but for the most part she was left alone with nothing but haunting thoughts. Hezekiah should have been there. It should have been him holding her hand. Him telling her she was doing great. Him waiting outside the door for news that his child was born

"Anabelle." She wasn't certain when Maci had returned but she was holding her face. "You have to stay focused. Keep breathing"

"I can't do this!"

"You can, come on dear, breathe. It's almost time to push. "I need...I need...him"

"You don't. You can do it without him. Breathe"

Maci helped her out of her clothes "Okay dear, we're almost there. Just a little longer."

"I can't do this! I can't be a mom. I can't take care of it. I want you-

"Shh. You don't need to make any decisions right now. Let's just focus on a healthy baby first."

Despite Maci's encouragement Anabelle shook her head. "No, no, it'll be safer here. It'll have food and shelter. I can't. I can't-"

"Okay it's time to push." Anabelle did as she was told. "It's a boy!"

"A boy?!" Tears filled her eyes at the word. She had a son.

Maci handed her the baby and she held him close. She had never felt so much love. Her son was there in her arms. She ran her fingers over his skin, so dark...like his father's. Pain filled her. Something was wrong. Maci took her son and the world began to fade.

"Anabelle!"

1935 Pt2 - A New Camp

[theguidetocryptids]

“They have a pharmacy?”

It was a fair question, if you were Dave. Malls tended to be places for bad food courts, clothing stores, “clothing” stores, and toy stores.

To Sarah, it was just stupid, and, as such;

“Of course they have a pharmacy. What’d be the point of a mall if you couldn’t get everything you need?”

“I just mean that a pharmacy isn’t a very mall thing to have. Malls are more like, ‘oh, go buy something from JC Penny’s and then have a cookie cake’ or something. Pharmacies are like, a different type of thing. Y’know. More grocery store stuff.”

Dave waved his hands in a vague sort of way, feeling like his point was getting lost in the gap between his thoughts and words. From the way Sarah was looking at him, he might as well have spoken Greek.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about. Malls *have* grocery stores. And pharmacies, for that matter.”

Dave stopped dead, in the middle of the lobby. Leaves skittered around his feet, no doubt blown in by the wind, but they were ignored in the face of hearing that someone seriously thought that malls just “have” grocery stores. “No,” He said, “*no.* Malls do not just, have grocery stores. They have clothes shops and GameStops and at least fifty different jewelry places. Every Kiss begins with Zays and all that. Malls definitely *do not* do grocery stores. Like, what, an entire Wal-Mart? Or do you mean like a local grocer who sells stuff, like a farmer’s market? That’d make more sense.”

Sarah pointed behind her at the sign which read “Wal-Mart: Spring Market.”

“Oh,” said Dave, who visibly deflated. Watching Sarah shake her head and continue on to the pharmacy which spawned the whole conversation, (“Fuselier & Smith Pharmacy,”) he kicked a rock absentmindedly, not particularly wanting to follow Sarah in just yet. After all, it *was* in a mall. It probably only had Tylenol and Tums or something, Dave reasoned, unwillingly to believe that there could be a fully functioning dispensary inside of a shopping center. Maybe he was too small-town for all of this, but—

But his thinking was interrupted as the rock halted with a clang, bouncing off the undercarriage of a shopping buggy. It was completely empty, and perhaps a bit rusted, which understandable given the state of the world, but a quick push told Dave that it worked perfectly fine, even if it made a fair bit of noise. They always had one wheel that went weird or squeaked, anyhow, so it fit in perfectly fine.

Taking the buggy along with him, he followed Sarah into the building after a moment’s thought. It was a little loud with the rattling and all, sure, but it’d be a lot easier to carry supplies this way than just packing them around on their backs. Bonus points if they could find some WD-40, get some oil on that wheel.

——————

The second thing that it knew:

It had a voice.

It was crackly, and staticky, and scarcely worked, but it was a voice.

At first, it said whatever came to mind, just to hear something besides the sound of its own movement. Whatever felt natural. “Sale,” it crackled, like a vinyl record. “Attention sh-shoppers. There’s—THERE. Is a sale.”

It was hard to form the words, make them coherent. And the static never went away. And it sounded like dust, dead dreams, and dying speakers, but it was something, much more than the nothingness it had been introduced to this world in.

And so, it continued, whenever the fancy struck it. “Sale. Fifty per—PER CENT. Off any apparel. C-C-Cl-Clean-up, in front of Macy’s.”

The words were meaningless, it thought. Just babble, but better than nothing.

———————

[heymacy]

thank you so much for your answer! i actually didn’t expect such a in depth response— it actually made me kind of excited to rewatch the show so that i can give those seasons a try! i watched shameless as it was airing around s3 so it was really hard for me to cope with the idea of watching ian ‘moving on’ and bashing mickey without knowing he would be back etc. but i guess it should be time to face that considering who he gets married to! tho, if it’s okay, i wanted to ask more cause i love to see your take on it! for what ive gathered caleb cheated on ian with a girl saying it ‘didn’t count’, but was he also the one who told ian to try to be with a girl? cause i remember seeing something about it and it really pissed me off that ian even went and ‘tried’, considering s1 was him being very vocal about non being into girls! as for trevor, i did know about the monica ‘get over it’ clip because i always see people comparing it to how mickey has always been supportive no matter what (of course!!!) and also how trevor kind of forced himself on ian. i wanted to know what’s your opinion on those relationships of his, especially trevor cause it seems like it’s been the most controversial one as he spent two seasons around him. it’s funny in a way because the writers didn’t want mickey back but they still made every love interests ian had to be ‘wrong’ and showing everything that mickey would never do! also, this is out of pettiness mostly but considering all those seasons are about his bipolar disorder, does ian ever say that to his partners as a way to break up? or can i have a little of happiness thinking he just really wanted to protect who matters the most *cough* mickey *cough*. again, thank you for taking your time answering my question, i loved reading it!

hello again! more under the cut bc i'm quite chatty :)

first of all, yes, the "it doesn't count" + trying to have sex with a girl thing is true, and it honestly never felt very in-character for me. it was definitely A Choice on behalf of the writers. in fact, he gargles with mouthwash afterwards (or maybe it's vodka, i can't remember) and says "i think i have PTSD", which (of course) is meant to be humorous, but i do think it was a very jarring and confusing experience for him.

ohhhhhhh boy. the trevor of it all. well, let's begin by saying that there's a lot of controversy surrounding trevor. there are some really rancid anti-trevor takes that i don't agree with, primarily the ones rooted in transphobia, which i think is disgusting and abhorrent. i think people are generally either very anti-trevor or pretty neutral on him. i don't think anyone out there is singing his praises, or at least i've never heard a take like that in the time i've been in the fandom. as for me & my opinion, i think he is an incredibly frustrating, pretentious, self-serving character and he irritates me deeply. i think that while he could have been a good friend to ian, he fucked things up by trying to be his boyfriend. they were incompatible from the start and i honestly don't know why they started anything in the first place. like i know why, i just don't understand it. they had no spark. they had no connection. their only commonalities were that they were 1) both gay and 2) into advocating for homeless + at-risk youth. and that's like, it. they had friendly coworker energy, not electric, bone-shattering chemistry. my rating? 0/10 stars. i was very happy when he was written off and ian was left to sort his shit out on his own, unencumbered by a dissatisfying, toxic relationship.

and caleb.......ugh. fucking caleb! i'm surprised he doesn't get vertigo from riding such a high horse. he treated ian like an accessory and consistently put him in uncomfortable situations for no reason other than his own pleasure and/or to manipulate other people. the ONLY good thing he did was lead ian down the EMT path, and that is it. otherwise he was quite literally the worst. imagine cheating on someone and then being like "actually, this is a you issue." alexa, define "cold-blooded" 🙄

to answer your question, ian never credits his bipolar disorder when ending things with any other partner, no. trevor ended because ian ran off with mickey and lied to him about it/cheated on him (though they did spend another season in each other's lives in a really strange capacity, which was an interesting choice by the writers) and caleb ended because he cheated on ian. caleb was a clean break whereas trevor was super messy and drawn-out. but no, he doesn't talk about wanting to protect them from his disorder during their breakups. he tells them both about it early on, is transparent about it, and expresses his concerns about it being a lot to handle, but it isn't credited as the reason for the breakups, no.

i think when it comes to ian protecting mickey from his disorder, it's important for us to view things through an ian-centric lens. why did he do what he did? was it solely to protect mickey, or was it coming from a place of insecurity? a place where he felt like a burden? a place where he felt hopeless and aimless and scared? post-episode and post-diagnosis, it's very common to fall into what i like to call The Pit, which is essentially a shallow bed of self-loathing and the desire to self-isolate away from everyone and everything. we see a lot of that in the end of s5 and the beginning of s6. he's made himself very small, is afraid to do nearly anything for fear of further destruction, and feels incredibly trapped and frightened by his circumstances. all of these factors contribute to his behaviors and choices, including (but not limited to) breaking up with mickey. did he end things because he didn't want mickey to spend his life coping with the realities of loving someone with this disorder? yes. but he did what he did because he was scared. and i think it's really important we make that distinction when talking about and analyzing that storyline.

as always, if there's anything you want to talk about or if you have any other questions you are always welcome in my inbox! i hope you're having a lovely day 💛

[babb1es]

Winx Scribbles: Feral Swamp Girl

Macy was only in one episode and immedietely forgotten so that means i can basically give her any perosnality i want right

so that means being an introverted frog gremlin swamp witch

 Some changes from the show include: Sleeping in trees, being best friends with Roxy (and by proxy, Bloom), frog boots, refuses to spend more than ten minutes in close proximity to Mitzi, a specialist in running away, hair care god on level with Stella, professional annoyance.

 Some small change to the plot line is that Roxy and Bloom were friends before she went to Alfea. It was a sort of baby introvert being taken under bigger introverts wing. Then Macy became friends with Roxy, and then Bloom. Theyre like her line of ducklings. Mitzi hates Bloom more than she did before and takes her bullying up a knotch.

[beblade-a]

7, 8, 16

7. What’s your opinion on call out posts?

Used to be the kind of person who said they were okay in some instances but after a certain incident that occurred a while back that I'm not mentioning by name because of the heavy trigger warning surrounding it and the information that came to light following that whole situation, I think that there's just no way that any call out can be taken at face value, even if someone provides """proof""" regarding the person's wrong doings.

8. Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.

1.) Sometimes people try and put this clear divide between those who are aesthetic/graphic heavy vs those who are not and I don't??? Get why it's a thing??? We are all here to clown, are we not?

2.) Romantic plots are spicy and good but sometimes a bitch just wants their character to have friends, you know? Not enough of that in my opinion.

3.) I don't like how sexy everyone in the grishaverse rpc is it feels offensive to me personally >://

16. If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?

Not enough people have me blocked and I think that's a big issue that has never been addressed on this webbed site. Like, what is that about? Have you ever seen me and the worst person in the world in the same room? No? Well, maybe there's a reason for that idk.

[queerpyracy]

some of you wildly underestimate how much christians don’t think other denominations are really christian and it shows

[a-million-sassy-bunnies]

THEY PUT A PIECE OF THE PRIDE PARADE IN THE MACYS PARADE