#orange bum hat

[madnessofmen]

a guy said my outfit looks like I'm wearing it for the stat bonuses and I think that's the best comment I've ever received

[oneforthemunny]

haunted home |mafia!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: mafia!eddie surprises you by decorating the house. an expansion off of this blurb :)

read the rest of the spooky stories series here!

contains: nothing really lol. fluff. mafia!eddie themes and you can read the rest of the mafia!eddie series here!

“No, no- fuck, Gareth! Are you fuckin’ blind?” Eddie’s voice carried through the doorway in an echo, bouncing off the marble floors, wrapping around you like the cold, autumn air behind the heavy doors. 

The dogs jumped around you, tails wagging, whining and excited at your arrival. Three days away, at your parent’s house for the weekend, and the boys had missed you. You had missed them. You missed Eddie too, more than you expected in the short time you were apart. 

“Eddie, if you want to fuckin’ do it-” 

“-I am fuckin’ doin’ it, and you’re fuckin’ doin’ it wrong!” Eddie’s voice boomed, rattling the crystals of the chandelier. 

Your brows furrowed, quiet, muffled steps over the ornate rug in the foyer, following the sound of Eddie’s voice. 

“Eddie, I am trying. I’m not a goddamn interior designer-” Gareth huffed. 

“-Clearly, you’re not.” Eddie scoffed. “Can you just look at the catalog?” 

“Eddie, I am looking at the catalog.” Gareth snapped. “Make Max do it. She’s the chick.” 

“Hey,” Max huffed, and you could practically see her snarl. 

“She’s not tall enough to reach the ceiling.” Eddie muttered. The cigarette smoke from the room met you before he did, that ashy, pungent smell burning your nostrils. 

You turned the corner, Eddie’s hand on his hip, ashing his cigarette. You didn’t like him smoking in the house, the smell lingered and always soured after it settled and made the dogs sneeze. Luckily, the state of your living room distracted you from that. 

The grand mantle over the fireplace had been transformed. Fake cobwebs, brooms, ghosts, fake spiders, and large candles that had wax rolling down the wicks, dripping dramatically onto the wood. Lanterns that gave an eerie, orange glow propped onto the side tables, bats hanging in the windows. Even the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace was festive, a small witches hat on the head of the growling bear. 

Gareth was on the ladder- the really tall ladder that always made you nervous when the house cleaner would dust the chandelier- glaring down at Eddie. “Couldn’t you just hire someone for this? Fuckin’ stupid- oh, wow.” Gareth’s eyes met yours, rolling his eyes. “There goes your surprise, Eddie. She’s here. Can I get down?” 

Eddie’s head turned, wide eyed- caught. “Baby,” Eddie choked, cigarette burning in his hand, ash flitting onto the ground. “You’re-You’re back early. What time is it? I-I thought you said six.”

“I got back early.” You looked at the decor around you. “What, uh… What have you been up to?” 

“Shit, it was supposed to be a, uh, a surprise.” Eddie muttered, bumming the cigarette in the tray, free hand running over his bangs. 

“Can I get down?” Gareth huffed, slapping the ladder with his hand, making you cringe. 

“No,” Eddie growled. “I saw that catalog you brought home the other day. The home one? I know I’ve been busy and shit, and-and we can’t decorate outside but…” Eddie rambled, arms lifting around him. 

Max watched you, bright eyes tracking you expertly. Eddie’s teeth clenched, heart lurching at your silence. “If you don’t like it, I can take it down. Fuck, this was stupid. This was stupid, wasn’t it? Goddammit. Gareth, get that shit down from there-” 

“-What?” Gareth boomed, eyes bulging from the ladder. “Eddie, what the fuck? We just put this shit up-”

“-So take it down!” Eddie roared, throwing his hands out. The dogs stood at alert, Vecna moving to Eddie’s side, Lucifer sticking to yours. 

You didn’t flinch, didn’t cower or shush the dogs. No, your eyes were wide, taking in every single detail. The boxes in the corner, bags from Melvald’s, happy pumpkins with smiling plastic faces that Eddie always snorted at. That you loved. That he had bought just for you. 

“Eddie, I am not taking this shit down. Get someone else to do it. Get Jeff or Dustin-” Gareth snarled, climbing down the ladder with heavy stomps. 

“-Gareth, I swear to fuckin’ God-”

“-You’re not gonna do shit, Munson! C’mon!” Gareth yelled, the dogs growling under his feet. 

“-You wanna bet, Emerson? I’ll shove you off this goddam ladder. Send you through the fuckin’ window if you-” 

“-Can both of you shut up?” Max huffed, face scrunching in annoyance at their bickering. Her eyes stayed on you, studying every quirk of your face. 

Eddie’s eyes followed her own, to you. His heart sank and raced at the same time. He hadn’t felt like this in years, not even when Billy’s guys had a Ruger in his face. Why was he so nervous? So anxious that he’d displeased you, disappointed you. 

“Baby, I can get all this shit down. I just…I thought you wanted it because you dog eared the page, but I shoulda asked you before. I was just wanting to surprise you.” Eddie muttered. 

Max watched you, Gareth’s face snarling in disgust at the softness in Eddie’s tone. “Munson, ew-” 

“-She likes it.” Max said, cutting Gareth off with a raise of her hand. 

Eddie’s eyes snapped to the redhead, flickering back and forth from you to his partner. “What?” Eddie hissed, brows creasing in confusion. “No, she doesn’t. It’s fine, I can just take it back-” 

“-No.” You shook your head, the lump in your throat strangling your voice. The bats and crows, you knew Eddie had chosen for the “creepy ambiance” he always liked to go for with decor. They were a stark contrast to the happy ghosts holding little pumpkins next to them. It made your nose burn with the threat of tears. 

“Max is right. I love it.” You nod, looking over at Eddie with a wobbling lip, a watery smile, eyes shining in pure adoration. 

Eddie felt that familiar blush creep through his chest, up his neck and to the very tip of his ears. “Really? I mean if you don’t, I can just get rid of it, and-and you can get whatever you want.” 

“No, Eddie, really. This is so,” You looked around the living room, at the cobwebs that were dramatic and stringy that Gareth was going to hang, tiny, plastic spiders sewn in. “This is perfect.” 

“Perfect.” Gareth grinned, smug, a little mocking in his tone. “See, Ed, you were freaking out for nothing.” 

“Shut up, Gareth.” Eddie hissed, his tone dropping and changing to menacing in a beat. Gareth just snorted, unfazed by his mood change, too used to it. “Just… Get the fuck outta here. Both of you. Gimme some space.” Eddie waved his hand. 

Max followed behind a smirking, smug Gareth, shutting the heavy front door behind them, the click of the latch echoing through the living room, rattling off the high ceilings. 

Eddie took slow, calculated steps behind you. “You don’t have to act like you like it.” He muttered in that soft, gentle tone that was reserved just for you. “I’ll take it back.” 

“No,” You shook your head, grabbing at his hand blindly, finding it easily and holding it in yours. “This is… This is just… I can’t believe you did this for me.” You smiled, the tears brimming in your water line. 

“What d’ya mean? Hey, don’t cry. Shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Eddie cooed softly, pushing Lucifer back when he guarded you, hands grabbing at your waist, pulling you into him gently. 

“Why’re you crying?” Eddie muttered, curls brushing against your forehead, tickling at your collarbones when he dipped his head towards yours. You could still smell the nicotine on his breath, soothing you with the soft coo. “What’s the matter, hm? You don’t like it?” 

“Eddie, no, I love it.” You mutter, resting your head against his gently. “You didn’t have to do all this for me. I-I know you can’t decorate-” 

“-I can do whatever I want.” Eddie said firmly, hand cupping your jaw, holding your gaze in his. “It’s my house. I wanted to decorate it for you.” 

Heat rushed to your cheeks, turning into his palm, your own hands enveloped over his. Diablo nosed at your knee, watching you carefully.

"And, ya know, it is my favorite holiday." Eddie shrugged, dimples creasing when you giggled.

“Thank you.” You beam, pressing a delicate kiss into his calloused hands. “It’s perfect, really. Too much, Ed, you didn’t have to do all of that. I had some in my storage I could use.” 

“No, it’s no big deal. I wanted to get it for us, for the house, y’know?” Eddie shrugged, soft lips pressing to yours, a gentle, sweet kiss that had you both melting into each other. 

You pressed your cheek against Eddie’s chest, arms around his waist, looking at the decorations. “This is really nice, Ed.” 

“Yeah? Spooky enough for you?” Eddie grinned, squeezing your hips gently. “I just gotta put up the webs and shit on the chandelier. Gareth was being such a fuckin’ bitch about it.” 

“I can help you put it up.” You offer, looking at the pile on the coffee table. 

“Nah, I’ll get someone to do it later. Wanna hear about your trip.” Eddie hummed, pulling you into his lap onto the couch.

[autiezo]

HARRY DU BOIS -- "What? You want me to remember, you don't want me to remember: pick a lane!!"

HARRY -- *wears Orange Bum Hat*

JEAN VICQUEMARE -- "Annnnd now you're a hobo." (-_-)

HARRY -- *flashes the Expression and slips out of the Whirling-in-Rags*

HARRY -- "I am, todaaayyyyy." 😁

JEAN -- God fucking damnit.

[annawayne]

Victorian AU The lady and the gardener.

All boundaries are made by people for people. The curved line on the map leads to a conflict between countries, the wooden fence marks the boundary of someone's mansion, the old bridge divides the city into two different world, the social status dictates how to live and tries to kill even hints of love between two from different worlds. But there are no barriers to love- it's like the wind wanders around, invisible and full of force. Someone is blessed with the gentle breeze of quiet life, while others find themselves in the untamed tornado of passion. Sometimes, it's the instant blow, like a spark - blinding chaos of sensations. At times, it's the steady air of slow burn, but periodically it fades away like the strong tempest dissolve into the calmness. Then there are times when it's just the oxygen to breath, the natural, essential, element of living. That's why the wild wind brought them together, carrying their hearts above all the obstacles and barricades.

The weight of the noble name of Leonhart was always one of Annie's the heaviest accessories - it hangs on her shoulders like the iron shall, each letter engraving into her skin like the permanent ink without a way to wash it away, dictating her surroundings and her future. But love doesn't ask as it sinks further, right there, where each erratic ta-BUM is ready to rip apart her ribs when she sees the blond mop, the hazel eyes and the warmest smile of her father's mansion gardener.

Their secret relationship smells like the morning fog, when they meet in the maze Armin takes care of; it hides in the almost ghost glance across the room when they're surrounded by people; it wanders in the velvet touch of the shadows; in longing kisses between the green of the garden; in sweat on their bare bodies when one of them sneak into the room of another.

Their love - forbidden by society and blessed by nature - doesn't witness sunny rays or clear sky, but every time Annie puts roses in her hair and on her hat, she knows they will carry their affection beyond any borders this life forces onto them. Only she knows the gorgeous field of roses, the snowy with the feeble hint of blues, he is growing for her and her only.

Armin found this sort some years ago, and, following his words, he "wanted her to have something to remember him even when he is not by her side". It started as a small bush, such a contrast between crimson red and sunrise orange roses as if in the middle of the gorgeous richness of autumn colors suddenly the winter decided to appear with snow. However, Armin didn't stop - just at the end of the plant maze, there's a spot of their secret dates under the weeping tree, and it's flooding now in the sea of roses .

Annie would pick a few flowers from the bouquets Armin presents her with a shy smile while avoiding her gaze. He would mumble something about how sorry he is about not giving her something more beautiful, about his clothes she knew he always wears the best of them on their dates, being so shallow, something about being a commoner, something… Something, that doesn't matter for her, because when others give her their artificial attention, Armin gave her his soul and body, when someone presents her a small flower, he gives her a whole field.

Even when the palm of someone who her father wants to see as her husband touches her waist in a dance during the ball, even when the dull compliments like the script from the cheap novel fly from the mouth of another potential cavalier her father sent, even when their clothes are so heavy decorated like the palace, even…even in every circumstance, Annie wears roses he grows for her and silently declares to everyone that her heart already belongs to someone. All these gallants would say her eyes are the sky, the ocean, the lake, the winter…but only her Armin knows the truest color of her eyes.

"The moonlight crystal", he says in a lazy whisper, brushing some wet strands from her flushed face. Her bare frame shines in the silky haze of the night, breaking through the window of his small cabin at the end of the mansion yard, and the smile, her genuine one, adorns her face with the sensible lace of her sincere affection. And when someone at the ball would ask about the name of the roses in her hair, Annie would tilt her chin, a proud smile would curve her lips, and the words, full of adoration and respect, would fly like petals,

"The moonlight crystal".

BONUS Victorian photo version,

[simpforfandom231]

beach day PT1

The sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink as Lucy Gray Baird stood at the edge of the beach, her eyes wide with wonder. For a girl who had never left District 12 except for the grim arena of the Hunger Games, the sight of the vast expanse of the sea was a revelation. The Covey, including Lucy's devoted lover Y/N, had decided to take a vacation at the beach, and Lucy was like a child seeing the world for the first time.

The Southern belle with a fierce charm, was now a wide-eyed innocent. Y/N couldn't help but tease her a bit, knowing how tough and formidable Lucy could be. "Well, well, Lucy Gray Baird, looks like the big, bad Covey girl is a bit out of her element," Y/N chuckled, playfully nudging her lover.

Lucy shot a glare at Y/N but couldn't hide the smile playing on her lips. "Just wait till I build a sandcastle that puts all these fancy Capitol folks to shame," she retorted, the snarky charm still intact.

Lucy, having shed her shoes and socks, felt the sand beneath her toes for the first time. "Feels like a million tiny tributes giving me a foot massage," she joked, wiggling her toes and earning a round of laughter from the Covey.

Maud Ivory, still bubbling with excitement, grabbed Lucy's hand and dragged her towards the water. "Come on, Lucy Gray! Let's make the biggest sandcastle ever!"

Lucy followed, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I hope you're ready for some serious District 12 architecture, Maudie. Capitol's got nothing on us."

As the Covey settled on the beach, Y/N took a moment to appreciate the sheer joy on Lucy's face. "I never thought I'd see the day when Lucy Gray Baird becomes a beach bum," Y/N remarked, earning an indignant look from Lucy.

"I'm a Covey girl, Y/N. We adapt to any terrain. Besides, it's not every day you get to dip your toes in the sea without someone trying to kill you," Lucy quipped, and the Covey erupted in laughter.

The sandcastle construction began with Maude Ivory leading the charge, and Lucy providing her "expert" advice on the architecture. "That turret needs to be at least twice as high, Maudie. We want those Capitol folks to feel inadequate when they see it," Lucy instructed, earning an amused glance from Y/N.

As the sandcastle took shape, Lucy couldn't resist sneaking up on Y/N and burying her in the sand. "Consider this a warning to all who dare challenge the sandcastle queen," she declared, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Y/N emerged from the sand, brushing it off with a mock glare. "You've just declared war, Baird. The sand is my ally now."

The day rolled on with laughter, games, and the occasional dive into the refreshing waves. Lucy, ever the entertainer, had the Covey in splits with her anecdotes from District 12 and her unique take on Capitol fashion. "I once saw a Capitol lady wearing a hat so big, she needed a map to navigate through doorways. I thought she was auditioning for the role of a mobile garden," Lucy quipped, and the Covey burst into laughter.

As the sun began its descent, Lucy and Maude Ivory decided to venture further into the sea. The waves playfully lapped at their legs, and Lucy couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom she'd never experienced before.

Then came the infamous twig incident. As Lucy let out a scream that could rival a Jabberjay's cry, Y/N sprinted to her side. "What happened? Are you okay?" Y/N asked, scanning the water for any sign of danger.

Lucy, holding the innocent twig like a trophy, retorted, "It was a sneak attack, Y/N! I've never faced such a formidable opponent."

The Covey erupted into laughter. Y/N, shaking her head, couldn't help but marvel at Lucy's ability to turn the simplest moments into a grand adventure.

The day concluded with the Covey gathered around a bonfire, the flames casting a warm glow on their faces. Lucy, wrapped in a cozy blanket, leaned into Y/N. "Who knew the beach could be so much fun?" she mused, her eyes reflecting the flickering fire.

Y/N planted a soft kiss on Lucy's forehead. "With you, Lucy Gray Baird, every day is an adventure."

And as the laughter continued into the night, echoing along the shore, Y/N couldn't help but be grateful for the unexpected joy that Lucy had brought into her life. A fierce girl from District 12, now the heart of their Covey family's seaside escapade.

The bonfire crackled and danced as Lucy Gray Baird snuggled into Y/N's side, the warmth of the flames casting a soft glow on their faces. Tamp Amber, always the mischievous one, couldn't resist a chance to tease Lucy. "Look at our fierce District 12 girl turning into a softie. Who would've thought?" he chuckled, earning an annoyed glance from Lucy.

Lucy shot back, "Watch it, Tamp. You've seen what I can do with a bow. Don't make me use it for target practice on your big mouth."

The Covey erupted into laughter, enjoying the banter. However, Tamp Amber, known for pushing boundaries, continued to poke at Lucy. "Come on, Lucy. We all know you're all bark and no bite. Probably scared of a little twig in the sea," he goaded, a sly grin on his face.

Lucy, now fully irritated, shot up from her spot. "You've got a death wish, Tamp. Keep it up, and I'll make sure your next visit to the sea involves a swim with the real monsters."

Tamp Amber, unfazed, retorted, "I'd like to see you try, District 12."

The playful banter escalated into a full-blown argument. Snarky comments were exchanged like arrows in a heated battle, and before anyone could react, Lucy and Tamp Amber were in a physical altercation.

Y/N, frustrated with the unnecessary drama, jumped to her feet. "Enough, you two!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the night air. But Lucy, fueled by her fiery spirit, stormed off the beach towards their cabin a bit further away.

Tamp Amber, still smirking, couldn't resist taking another jab. "Looks like Lucy's finally showing her true colors. A softie can't handle a little rough play."

Y/N's patience snapped. In a swift motion, her fist connected with Tamp Amber's face, silencing him instantly. The Covey, stunned by the sudden turn of events, watched as Y/N stood over Tamp Amber with a glare that could rival the Capitol's Peacekeepers.

"Don't you dare disrespect Lucy like that again," Y/N warned, her voice low and dangerous.

The rest of the Covey rushed in, trying to defuse the situation. Maud Ivory, still holding a bucket of seashells from their earlier beachcombing, stepped forward. "Guys, we're here to enjoy our vacation. Let's not ruin it with unnecessary fights."

Y/N, breathing heavily, shot one last glare at Tamp Amber before storming off after Lucy. The Covey exchanged worried glances, realizing that the atmosphere had shifted from playful banter to tension.

In their cabin, Lucy paced back and forth, frustration etched on her face. Y/N entered, closing the door behind her. "Lucy, you know he's just trying to get under your skin. Don't let him ruin our vacation," Y/N pleaded, reaching out to touch Lucy's arm.

Lucy sighed, her anger subsiding in the warmth of Y/N's touch. "I know, Y/N. But sometimes, that boy just knows how to push all the wrong buttons."

Y/N pulled Lucy into a comforting hug, murmuring words of reassurance. Meanwhile, back on the beach, the Covey gathered to discuss how they could salvage the remainder of their vacation, vowing to put an end to unnecessary conflicts and focus on creating lasting memories by the sea.

[englishmagic]

My go to headwear this winter is a beanie with reflective yarn stitched into it to be safe walking on dark roads. But I bought it on sale and the only colour available was one I don’t usually wear: orange. Which means it looks juuuust a little bit like the orange bum hat from disco elysium. In my first playthrough, I gave that hat to Acele. Because I know how that interaction can turn out, I now cannot see the hat I wear every day without a little part of my brain screaming rIGHT HERE ON THE SEA ICE???!??!!!? in indignation.

And then I giggle. And then I feel like I have to explain to whoever I’m talking to why I’m giggling. It really is not helping me appear any less pathetic you guys

[cavewolf]

ANYWAY POKEMON PROJECT VOLTAGE MIKU RATINGS (part 1)

starting with the first ... i don't really like it . nothing about it screams 'psychic type' to me and it doesnt really mesh well with meloetta. i'm not a fan of the outfit in general (like what is happening with the hat) but the bag's cute i guess so 3/10

this one's cute. i think rillaboom is a good choice and the cheerleader miku is fun. i'm not sure about the blue elements in this one though, wished they went with an orange to complement her pokemon. i do like the hair though 5/10

another great idea for a pokemon! i always really like a big jacket and i think it's cute that her hair is the same shape as skeledirge's fire. i think the blue goes a lot better with this one as the red is still the focus with the cooler tones popping up in her tights and jacket. i'm not sure about the shoes or shirt. 7/10

i love primarina but miku's outfit not so much. the tanlines are a fun idea but i just wish they'd been more creative for the water type than just a swimsuit. the hair and hat are pretty nice though, i like how the water texture on the hair, hairstyle and white eyelashes match her pokemon. 5/10 she's 16

yeeehaw miku !!!! this one really looks like a trainer you'd fine in one of the games. the rubber boots and engineer outfit combo'd with the rodeo motif works surprisingly well. honestly no notes 9/10 just because rotom feels a bit random

ABSOLUTE FAVORITE. best miku out of all of them imo. chatot is such a fun choice and i love how they match. everything about this outfit is just so FUN! the colors pop and all the accessories are so cute! love how her hair tails off like feathers. beautiful excellent showshopping 10/10

suit is awesome. i like the tiny bits of lime green they really add some much needed color to the greys and desaturated blues of the rest of the outfit. the hair and shoes matching is cute. this miku looks very professional 8/10 don't give her a boob window

i love aurorus so i was pretty bummed that this outfit was a bit of a nothingburger. she looks more like an ice type trainer than a rock type, which is especially obvious when this one released after the lapras one. to me at least, aurorus is a predominantly ice type with rock just being there because it's a fossil. the circus thing is fun but this doesn't do it for me. 4/10

everybody loved this one so its no surprise i do too. flygon is another one of my absolute favourite pokemon and she matches well with it. i like the cactus hair and the cape. this would look more like a grass trainer if it wasn't for the muddy texture on her pants, the brown in the headscarf + hair and the tears on her cape. 9/10 we're losing a bit of mikuness with this one

it's okay. i like the transparent material on the sleeves and shorts. not sure what's happening with the legs but the legwarmers are cute. i like the hair gradient 6/10 nothing really wrong with it it's just not a very standout design

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

4. But what if I am just a *fuckupatoo* -- a fuck up *and* a cockatoo?!

FROM A TO ZRIEEK! A GUIDE TO A WELL-BEHAVED COCKATOO - You're right, you're a fuckatoo embodied. This sorry-ass bird belongs on your heraldry! It probably doesn't even have feathers and only screams.

Task complete: Find your heraldic bird

+10 XP

7. [Put the book away.]

BACKYARD WALL - This is a wall on the side of an apartment building.

[Conceptualization - Impossible 18] Why am I looking at this wall?]

[Leave.]

+2 Cindy's artistic impulses are infectious.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Impossible: Failure] - You have no clue. It's just a wall.

SHIVERS [Easy: Success] - So many walls all over Martinaise -- weatherworn, cracked, their paint peeling...

2. [Leave].

We pick up 0.35 real and some Magnesium.

A garden hose. This won't be of use until the snow melts.

Chairs and tables eaten by rain and rot.

Another splattering of bullet holes on the wall.

Some Nosaphed, and a hat.

ORANGE BUM HAT

+1 Reaction Speed: Feeling twitchy -1 Rhetoric: Bum brain

An orange beanie with a couple of big-ass holes on the side. It looks like it might have been used as a mask during an armed robbery.

Not a skill tradeoff I'm williing to make right now.

Just a closed door, but you look at it suspiciously.

These barrels are half-full of rainwater.

A balcony with a view to the yard -- *and* the hanging.

SMOKER ON THE BALCONY - You see a young man on a balcony nursing a cigarette. His eyes have been following you for a while.

"Not looking for any trouble, officer..." he says in a quiet voice. Despite the cold, his shirt hangs unbuttoned on his frame.

[sydmarch]

shut upppppp I'm looking for a reference of the orange bum hat & ended up on this Amazon listing. girl what IS this???

[fleacircus]

Uh thick cloud caught uh piper cub’s tail

The match struck blue on uh railroad rail

The old puff horse was just pullin’ thru

‘n uh man wore uh peg leg forever

I’m on the bum where the hoboes run

The air breaks with filthy chatter

Oh I don’t care there’s no place there

I don’t think it matters

My skin’s blazin’ thru

‘n my clothes in tatters

‘n the railroad looked

Like uh “Y” up the hill of ladders

One shoe fell on the gravel

One stick poked down

Gray of age fell down on uh pair of ears

An eagle shined thru my hole watch pocket

Uh gingham girl baby girl

Passed me by in tears

Uh jack rabbit raised his folded ears

Uh beautiful sagebrush jack rabbit

‘n an oriole sang like an orange

His breast full uh worms

‘n his tail clawed the evenin’ like uh hammer

His wings took t’ air like uh bomber

‘n my rain can caught me uh cup uh water

When I got into town

Odd jobs mam, ah, yer horse, I’ll fodder

I’m the round house man

I once was yer father

Uh little up the road uh wooden

Candy stripe barber pole

‘n above it read uh sign “Painless Parker”

Lic-licorice twisted around under uh fly

‘n uh youngster cocked ‘er eye

God before me if I’m not crazy

Is my daughter

Come little one with yer little dimpled fingers

Gimme one ‘n I’ll buy you uh cherry phosphate

Take you down t’ the foamin’ brine ‘n water

‘n show you the wooden tits

On the Goddess with the pole out s’full sail

That tempted away yer peg legged father

I was shanghaied by uh high hat beaver moustache man

‘n his pirate friend

I woke up in vomit ‘n beer in uh banana bin

‘n uh soft lass with brown skin

Bore me seven babies with snappin’ black eyes

‘n beautiful ebony skin

‘n here it is I’m with you my daughter

Thirty years away can make uh seaman’s eyes

Uh round house man’s eyes flow out water

Salt water

[bellepeppertronix]

Gave my Orange Bum Hat to this girl who was recording some ice. Goodbye Orange Bum Beanie...i loved you...

[bolworth-birthday-bet]

Ask the Mysterious Phantasmo for his invisibility trick

It is one of those special skills of magicians and actors and whatnot to put up their stage and take it down again in a jiffy. You admire it greatly, you do, and you watch with keen interest as the caped and hatted fellow folds this and unlatches that and the whole thing comes down in neat squares. He doesn't look very happy, though. Perhaps it is because his assistant is nowhere to be seen, having slipped away somewhere, and so no-one else is there to do the folding and the unlatching. You settle down, leaning against a wall with a snifter in hand to watch and admire some more. Some of those boxes look quite heavy. Well done for a wiry little fellow like that, really. Topping! 

After he is done, he sits down on one of the boxes, a gentle sheen on his wide, intelligent brow, though the work is really ruining his makeup and his eyebrows are becoming increasingly less dramatic. This seems just the time. You saunter over, rolling the remains of your whisky tonic in its glass. "I say! A swell show, what!"

"Thank you," he says, taking out a square handkerchief and wiping his brow. It comes off slightly orange, and there is now a pale spot on his forehead. 

"Listen, my good fellow, I am in a bit of a quandary, and I believe you are just the man to help… Would you step outside with me for a moment?"

He nods amicably enough and follows you out the French windows into the dewy night. You bum a cigarette off him, but light his in turn, and then launch into your pitch.

You explain your situation in broad strokes that leave out anything too scandalous. There was a bet, harmless youthful fun; a tragic, unexpected defeat; a matter of honour, and so forth; and the long and short of it, you would rather like to know how one becomes invisible. 

As you speak, the man's expression changes, and not into the visage of helpful enthusiasm you had wished for. When you finish, the Mysterious Phantasmo pulls himself, trembling, to his full but not considerable height.

"I have never been so insulted in my life!" he cries. "You ask me for my secrets. Very well, many do. But for this? A dishonourable, foolish, dissolute prank?"

You take a step back and raise your hands placatingly, but it doesn't stop the magician from pouring out his passionate heart. You appear to have offended not only his moral but his artistic sensibilities. 

He has studied with the greats! Spent years mastering his craft! Endured endless humiliation in the hands of unappreciative audiences, but this? This??

"Get out of my sight!" he hisses at last, and you stop stammering, turn, and run--no, ah, walk at a swift determined pace--back into the house, take a stumble at the French windows, and land on the floor with a crash, your glass splintering on the floor.

Your ears are ringing. No, it's not that--it is--the unmistakable peal of Enid O'Malley's laughter, accompanied by Frances Dobson's husky huffaws. "Steady on, Ceddy! How much have you had to drink, and wherever did you find it all?"

Poll 5

[istherewifiinhell]

The Harrier du Bois dressing like a god damn Ninja Turtle post. With evidence.

Not Clickbait!

sorry about the cropping/big images... whichever it decides to actually do. im not formatting this anymore tho...

all from 87 turtles.

[ID: 1. Mikey in a double breasted blue peacoat, and orange toque/beanie. 2. Harry in the Signal-Blue Naval Coat and Orange bum hat End ID]

[ID: 1. All four turtles in different style of leather jackets, accompanied with sunglasses and chunky sneakers in their personal colours. (Also a humanoid rabbit in a robe is there). Raph has brown leather jacket and his accessories are red. Leo has a black one and his accessories are blue. 2. Harry in the pissfaggot leather jacket (brown), and shades of self-destruction (red), as well as a white tank top jeans and reddish shoes. 3. The same but the fuck the world jacket (black), sunglasses sub-insulindic rendezvous (blue) and grey shoes. End ID]

[ID: 1. Mikey in a brown suit, purple beret and pocket square, red ribbon tie, and with a fake mustache. He holds a briefcase and gestures with the other hand. 2. Hdb in a brown suit with red pocket square and purple bow tie. He holds the tare bag and his clipboard to be posed similarly. End ID]

[ID: 1. All the turtles in beige trench coats and fedoras. 2. Harry in Pinball Maker's Coat (a brown double breasted trench), and Dick Mullen's Hat (brown fedora). Also no shirt, like the turtles do. End ID]

Okay those are all well and good but those are all clothes he finds. What about real true default Harry, how he dresses by choice? Well I say he fits right in...

[ID: 1. Harry in his iconic look, his green Disco-Ass Blazer, yellow Flare-Cut Trousers, White Satin Shirt, colourful Horrific Necktie and Green Snakeskin Shoes. 2. The turtles in colour suits, hats and shades. [Details follow] Mikey an orange suit, white shirt, floral tie, orange square shades and brown and orange hat. Raph in a white suit jacket, gray pants, red shirt and polka-dot tie. He has red pointy shades and a black and red hat. Donnie in a purple suit, white shirt, purple bow tie. He has purple round shades and a black and purple hat. Leo in a blue suit, white shirt, light blue vest, and blue tie. He has Blue wrap around shades and a white and blue hat. End ID]

Anyway I rest my case this man dresses like a god damn ninja turtle.

[all-rock-and-roll-is-homosexual]

Things I have learned about Suede since getting into them:

Brett loves the camera and the camera loves Brett

So we are a boy, we are a girl

The orange flat was tiny and had a terrible flea infestation.

Mat is the goth one. Cool guy. Great writer too. Only one "t", we don't know anyone named "Matt".

New boy. Richard Oakes is the cutest most precious baby ever. He's also forty five years old and a really brilliant guitarist.

New new boy. No one seems to really know how Neil came to join the band? He was in the studio to borrow a suit from Simon and then...? Also, cheekbones. Beachy waves. Should be doing shampoo commercials. Conclusion: Suede is actually a black hole that absorbs pretty boys.

Speaking of Simon - Simon is just so cool. Actual icon. I love him. Deserves more attention. King shit.

Initials BB, great guitarist but also prickly as HELL. Terrible taste in hats.

Brett's dancing

Earrings. The earrings are important.

Tiddies out

He's dead but she's not.

Animals. Specifically pigs and dogs. But also birds sometimes.

Pigs don't fly and neither do bicycles.

D*mon A*barn stole Justine from Brett. Brett is still salty. Or at least was during the recording of the first album.

B*ur is a dirty word

Bisexual? Sort of? Maybe?

Brett is an astrology hoe

The ending of My Insatiable One. Brett, have you been listening to Roxy Music? Did you blow up his body? Did he blow your mind?

THE B SIDES.

He's a killer, he's a flashboy oh oh oh oh oh OH

We don't talk about H*ad M*sic, or the one after that. They didn't happen.

Oh God, Blonderson.

Gay penis bum.

[livinglifeonpause]

Build Up - Narrowing The Field

- so the winning team picks one of the losing members and who ever is left goes home? I like that. But no i dont, cause then the same 2 ppl are with each other and thats fucking dumb - OH NO WAIT SHIZ, they’re getting rid of 10 RN? brutal. wait wait wait. ahhhh, the judges pick. inneresting. V20: Lee Donghun (30) (A.C.E.) 6 > 10 > 8 MINE V4: Sunyoul (27) (UPT10TION) 2 > 2 > 6 V1: Seunghun (24) (CIX) 4 > X > 7.5 MINE V33: Neon (23) (nothing) 1 > 10 > 9 MINE V2: Jay Chang (22) (ONEPACT) - 8.5 > 8 > 10 MINE V36: Bitsaeon (28) (M.O.N.T) 5.5 > 3 > 10 MINE V37: Kang Seokhwa (23) (Wei) 7 > 4> 3 V11: Jeon Woong (26) (AB6IX) 3 > 4 >4 V19: Lee Gwangseok (25) (solo) 1 > 4 > 4 V16: Kim Seong jeong (24) (nothing) 1 > 3 > 5 V27: Hong Seongjun (24) (BDC) > 5 V18: Kim Seohyung (22) (musicals) 2 > 3 > 5 V21: Hong Sungwon (25) (solo?) 7 >5.5 > 5 V13: Taehwan (30) (Vanner) 9 > 7 > 6 MINE V15: Park Juhee (17) (trainee) 1 > 6 > 6 MINE V35: Kwon Euibin (24) (Idol Band) 4 > 5 > 4 V22: Hyukjin (30) (100%) 7 > 9 > 6 MINE V6: Jeong Inseong (29) (KNK) 5 > 6 > 8 MINE V38: Lee Hwanhee (25) (UP10TION) 3 > 5 > 7 V26: Jo Hwanji (28) (Musicals) 3 > 5 > 5

NOPE. they made the wrong choices.

okay so V12: Wumuti (24) (Solo?) 8 > 6 > 7 V7: Kang Hayoon (20) (Loud) 7 > 5 > 5 pick V2: Jay Chang (22) (ONEPACT) - 8.5 > 8 > 10 V39: Kim Minseo (21) (nothing) 4 > 4 > 5 (black hair) V3: Bain (22) (JUST B) 9 > 6 > 6 (orange hair) pick V36: Bitsaeon (28) (M.O.N.T) 5.5 > 3 > 10 V23: Yun Inhwan (32) (solo - ENAN) 4 > 2 > 6 (pink sweater) V25: Ma Jaekyung (27) (Romeo) 3 > 4 > 4 (white shirt) pick V20: Lee Donghun (30) (A.C.E.) 6 > 10 > 8 V34: Park Jeup (30) (Imfact) 8 > 10 > 8 V17: Choi Suhwan (22) (X101) 3 > 4 > 7 pick V1: Seunghun (24) (CIX) 4 > X > 7.5 V14: Lim Sanghyun (26) (solo?) 5 > 6 > 6 V28: Taewoo (26) (solo) 5 > 1 > 1 (smooshed face) pick V33: Neon (23) (nothing) 1 > 10 > 9 V10: Lee Geonwoo (22) (JustB) - 2 >2 > 3 (pinky hair) V30: Jung Soomin (19) (Solo) 4 > 7 > 4 (english sleepy one) pick V18: Kim Seohyung (22) (musicals) 2 > 3 > 5 V24: Ji Yeonwoo (??) (nothing) 7.5 > 4> 3 (blue w/ hat) V32: Jeong Yunseo (??) (nothing) 2 > 3> 4 pick V15: Park Juhee (17) (trainee) 1 > 6 > 6 V31: Jang Intae (26) (nothing) 1 > 5 > 3 V9: Lee Minwook (23) (NewKidd) 4 > 5 > 6 pick V11: Jeon Woong (26) (AB6IX) 3 > 4 >4 V5: Lim Junhyeok (30) (Ex-Day6) 1 > 2 > 3 (Day 6 kid) V40: Yeo One (27) (Pentagon) 2 > 2 > 3 (pentagon kid) pick V19: Lee Gwangseok (25) (solo) 1 > 4 > 4 (((wait how the fuck am i missing one??))) V29: Hwang Inhyeock (25) (Nada) 3 > 6 > 4 (sweater vest) V8: Choi Haram (22) (Musicals) 2 > 6 > 5 pick V4: Sunyoul (27) (UPT10TION) 2 > 2 > 6 - poor Jay Chang and poor Neon to a lesser extent - omg, Jeup looooooves Donghun. I’m real bummed they’re not on the same team!! - but OH MY GOD Jeup and Seunghun are giving me LIFE! and omg, Jeups so tiny! I always forget!! - that Wumuti is SUCH a bitch. i dont like him at all.

[brookston]

Holidays 10.17

Holidays

Big Yellow Hat Day

Black Poetry Day

Day of Dignity (Bolivia)

Dessalines Day (Haiti)

Digital Society Day (India)

Edge Day (Straight Edge movement)

Eggplant Day (French Republic)

Feminists Day

Festival of Hengest (Asatru)

Forgive an Ex Day

Gaudy Day (a.k.a. Wear Something Gaudy Day)

Global Day Against Pain

Global Maker Day

The Great Shake Out Earthquake Preparedness Day (at 10:17 a.m.)

International Day For the Eradication of Poverty (UN)

International Donnie Day

International Sawfish Day

Kanname-Sai Harvest Festival (Japan)

Legalization Day (Canada)

Loyalty Day (Argentina)

Mulligan Day

National Ass Day

National Body Confidence Day

National Catholic Men’s Conference Day

National Edge Day (UK)

National Geographic Day

National Hicatee Day (Belize)

National Light Day

National Lighting Day

National Nursery Practitioner Day (UK)

National Opossum Day

National Playing Card Collection Day

National Police Day (a.k.a. Wan Tamruat; Thailand)

National Sweetest Day

National Teen Arrive Alice Day

National Transfer Student Day

National Vehophobia Awareness Day

Paint A Mural On A Sidewalk Day

Pay Back a Friend Day

Spreadsheet Day

Women in Military Service for American Memorial Day

Work On Your Charisma Day

World Geothermal Energy Day

World Poverty Day

World Trauma Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cake Decorating Day

Chivita World Juice Day (Nigeria)

Four Prunes Day

National Pasta Day

3rd Tuesday in October

Information Overload Day [3rd Tuesday]

National Flex Day [3rd Tuesday]

National Pharmacy Technician Day [3rd Tuesday]

Pay Back a Friend Day [3rd Tuesday]

textiles Tuesday (Canada) [3rd Tuesday]

Independence Days

Empire of the United States of America (Declared by Emperor Norton; 1859) [unrecognized]

Onopolissia (Declared; 2022) [unrecognized]

Stigistan (Declared; 2008; since dissolved) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Aequinoctium Autumnale VII (Pagan)

Andrew of Crete (Christian; Saint)

Anstrudis (Christian; Saint)

Audry (a.k.a. Etheldreda), Abbess of Ely (Christian; Saint)

Bum Biting Day (Pastafarian)

Canaletto (Artology)

Catervus (Christian; Saint)

Childe Hassam (Artology)

Cristofano Allori (Artology)

Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Doburoku Matsuri (Sake Festival; Shirahigetawara Shrine, Japan) [Day 1]

Ethelred and Ethelberht (Christian; Saints)

Florentius of Orange (Christian; Saint)

François-Isidore Gagelin (Christian; One of the Vietnamese Martyrs)

Hedwiges (a.k.a. Avoice), Duchess of Poland (Christian; Saint)

Hosea (Christian; Saint)

Ignatius of Antioch (Christian; Saint)

John the Short (a.k.a. John Colobus; Christian; Saint)

Locke (Positivist; Saint)

Madeline (Muppetism)

Marguerite Marie Alacoque (Visitadines; Christian; Saint)

Megan Meier Day (Australia)

Nothhelm (Christian; Saint)

Regulus (Christian; Saint)

Rule of Andrew (Christian; Saint)

Richard Gwyn (Christian; Saint)

Shemini Atzeret (begins at sundown; Judaism) [22 Tishrei]

St. Audrey’s Day Fair (Original Tawdry Fair; Isle of Ely, UK)

Victor of Capua (Christian; Saint)

World Pasta Day (Pastafarian)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day (Philippines) [56 of 71]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [49 of 57]

Premieres

Angels in the Outfield (Film; 1951)

Around the World in 80 Days (Film; 1956)

Batman vs. Two-Face (WB Animated Film; 2017)

Before the Mayflower: A History of Black America, by Lerone Bennett Jr. (History Book; 1964)

Birdman (Film; 2014)

The Black Stallion (Film; 1979)

The Book of Life (Animated Film; 2014)

The Book of Mirdad, by Mikhail Naimy (Spiritual Book; 1948)

Bosko the Doughboy (WB LT Cartoon; 1931)

Buddy the Detective (WB LT Cartoon; 1934)

Bullitt (Film; 1968)

The Colbert Report (TV Series; 2005)

The Color of Money (Film; 1986)

Connections (UK Documentary Series; 1978)

The Crab with the Golden Claws, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1941) [Tintin #9]

The Devil’s Advocate (Film; 1997)

Earl and Water Don’t Mix or Next Time, Take the Drain (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 118; 1961)

Easy Peckin’s (WB LT Cartoon; 1953)

A Feast for Crows, by George R.R. Martin (Novel; 2005) [A Song of Fire and Ice #4]

Fury (Film; 2014)

Great Guns (Disney Cartoon; 1927)

Hair (Musical Play; 1967)

I Know What You Did Last Summer (Film; 1997)

I Want to Hold Your Hand, recorded by The Beatles (Song; 1963)

Jailhouse Rock (Film; 1957)

Led Zeppelin: Celebration Day (Music Documentary Film; 2012)

Loudermilk (TV Series; 2017)

The Man Who Watched Trains Go By, by Georges Simenon (Novel; 1938)

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (Film; 1939)

The Naked Ape, by Desmond Morris (Anthropology Book; 1967)

RCA (Electronics and Communications Company; 1919)

The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, by William L. Shirer (History Book; 1960)

The River, by Bruce Springsteen (Album; 1980)

Rue Britannia, Part 1 (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 117; 1961)

’Salem’s Lot, by Stephen King (Novel; 1975)

The Seagull, by Anton Chekov (Play; 1896)

Selena, by Selena (Album; 1989)

The Sensual World, by Kate Bush (Album; 1989)

Shake Your Powder Puff (WB MM Cartoon; 1934)

Spinout (Film; 1966)

Storm Front, by Billy Joel (Album; 1989)

Street Survivors, by Lynyrd Skynyrd (Album; 1977)

Stuart Little, by E.B. White (Children’s Book; 1945)

Tarzan (Animated Film; 2013)

Through the Looking Glass (Adult Film; 1977)

Travelers (TV Series; 2016)

12x5, by The Rolling Stones (Album; 1964)

The Weirdstone of Brisingamen, by Alan Garner (Novel; 1960)

Today’s Name Days

Anselm, Ignatius, Rudolf (Austria)

Ignacije, Vatroslav (Croatia)

Hedvika (Czech Republic)

Floretinus (Denmark)

Vesta, Veste (Estonia)

Saaga, Saana, Saini (Finland)

Baudouin, Solène (France)

Adelheid, Marie-Louise, Rudolf (Germany)

Hedvig (Hungary)

Ignazio (Italy)

Gaitis, Gaits, Karīna, Karola, Vita (Latvia)

Gytė, Kintautas, Marijonas (Lithuania)

Marta, Marte (Norway)

Lucyna, Małgorzata, Marian, Sulisława, Wiktor, Wiktoriusz (Poland)

Osea (Romania)

Veronica (Russia)

Hedviga (Slovakia)

Ignacio (Spain)

Antonia, Toini (Sweden)

Brad, Braden, Bradford, Bradley, Brady, Braeden, Brayden, Braydon, Rodolfo, Rudi, Rudolf, Rudolph, Rudolphine, Rudy (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 290 of 2024; 75 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 42 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Gort (Ivy) [Day 15 of 28]

Chinese: Month 9 (Ten-Xu), Day 3 (Wu-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 2 Heshvan 5784

Islamic: 2 Rabi II 1445

J Cal: 20 Shù; Sixday [20 of 30]

Julian: 4 October 2023

Moon: 9%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 10 Descartes (11th Month) [Locke]

Runic Half Month: Wyn (Joy) [Day 6 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 24 of 89)

Zodiac: Libra (Day 24 of 30)