#wouldnt it be nice // the beach boys

[transcodedtit]

Thundercracker is high on life

[rookflower]

maggottail andddd 234!

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up

In the morning when the day is new?

[vikeshcreationz]

using the beach boys to cope with the horrors is actually pretty nice

[ellie-tarts]

rotating coai in my head. it would be nice if we were older. if we didn’t have to wait so long. and if we lived together in a world where we belonged

[kickdrumheart68]

Wouldn't It Be Nice

[etherealspacejelly]

you know what beach boys? it would be fucking nice

[lovestryke]

this stuff hurts me even more than it did back then. it hurt back then as well, i had more violent thoughts about everyone and that made it worse for me to live here. now it sucks in a different way because i know what love and friendship is supposed to be like. now i know that i am being deprived of actual love every day in this household yet i know what real love is like? its hard to keep hope but i know there is

[dykesbites]

straight people write some of the gayest fucking songs ever like seriously got me checking the personal life section of their wikipedia page

[doodlebloo]

And is the tubbo music stream in the room with us right now?

It will be anon ONE DAY... Like remember that stream he did where he went live at a ridiculous time like 6am/8am est or something to play keyboard.. maybe he will do that again someday ☹️

[ahndor]

song lyrics that just make me go berserk

[marvelslegacies]

Song: Wouldn't It Be Nice? Artist: The Beach Boys Character: Jarome

The song ended and began again after just a moment of peace and quiet. Cass was beyond irritated by this point, it had been over an hour and Noah was still blasting the Beach Boys. One simply cannot fully appreciate The Communist Manifesto with the world’s happiest love song playing, unmuffled, from behind a closed the door down the hall.

Cass looked over at Jarome’s sleeping body draped across the obnoxious, tasteless red leather sofa that he despised so much. Jarome snored heavily, peacefully, undisturbed by Noah’s immaculate impression of angsty teenager with access to proper sound system equipment. Cass made an executive decision, seeing as Jarome was resting soundly, to clock in as honorary father figure to the younger of the group.

Cass shut his book and lay it down on the coffee table before he rose up and skulked over to Noah’s bedroom, with each step down the hall his ear drums shook even more violently until finally he reached Noah’s bedroom. “Noah!” he stated loudly, a powerful fist banging relentlessly on the door, “Shut that song off! You’ve heard it enough!”

The song ended on an awkward note as Noah paused it, a moment of silence before Noah argued, “But it’s my jam right now!” Cass was unfazed by Noah’s well thought-out and reasonable rebuttal, he responded, “It’s been over an hour! I don’t want to hear it again.” Cass frowned even more than he already was, not because he was annoyed with Noah but because of the sound of his voice. Cass recognized vaguely that way of speech, it was inherited from his father.

Noah was about to speak when Cass added, “Besides, that’s everyone’s jam.” Noah’s grin festered like a terrible case of shingles in the air as Noah teased, “You like Krabby Paties, don’t you, Squidward?” Cass shook his head, refusing to smile at the quote Noah seemed to use as much as he possibly could regardless of how much its meaning actually applied to the situation. “That doesn’t make sense, Noah.” Cass turned on a heel and left, retreating back into the living room to continue his reading.

Noah turned down the volume to a more respectable level, although it was still pretty loud and could be heard from all corners of the house. And by the way, Noah stopped, tuning out the song completely as Cass left a message in a bottle in his brain, I know you snuck out to see Echo. No other thoughts came to Noah, from himself or from Cassius, but they both knew that Noah’s mind would be reeling for the rest of the night.

[oogalaboogalabich]

More Bloodweave comic outline. Links to 1 & 2 below.

Part 3: Orb Boy starts learnin' The Angry on how to vampire better

The first battle against the goblins commences not long after they pick up two females. A gith and a half elf. Both seem very fun and very angry at each other.

They do surprisingly well, though astarion gets fairly badly hurt.

He watches while gale and this blade of frontiers fellow and how well they work off the others fighting style. Same with the religeous and military types that have been bickering the whole fight despite the fact that they practically danced together. its actually quite fascinating to see in action, despite the frustration of being basically ignored while hes bleeding out.

He fails to dodge when The Blade lobbs something at him. He readies a nasty lityle retort about how whatever he tried to do didnt manage to kill him... when he realized hed been healed. Almost entirely.

The....the bloody -hero- just ...-helped- him.

What a fucking idiot.

---

Astarion hangs back when everyone heads to camp to fuck with the blacksmith, who seems actually very nice. Its a bit off putting in a way that a quick cuppa with Auntie Ethel cures with ease, and decides to actually pay her that visit sometime.

Astarion returns from the grove with some things he plans to squirrel away. He would deny it if asked, but he directly avoided stealing anything from the hellspawn. Not out of pity of course. Definitely not. The druids were massive pricks anyways.

He finds gale resting atop the boulder pile in the center of camp, splayed out shirtless and laying in the sun.

Fuck thats right. Hed been so worried about everything, he hasnt even taken the time to enjoy the fucking sun.

Gale hears him approaching, twists to one side and utterly beams down at him. Hes cleaned up really well.

The sun, astarion notices, shines almost red through his hair.

"Youre back! Excelent!" He lifts himself into a one handed flip off the rock with the practiced ease and casual nature of a man who has no idea hes showing off and lands a few feet from him. He looks a little toasted, but it makes him look all the more lovely- LIVELY. Lively is what he was thinking.

Tch... bloody prick with his crazy acrobatics and dumb fuck beard.

and his stupid perfectly waxed moustache, and rediculous tattoos down one side of his torso and...straight past the beltline of his breeches...

His mouth felt so dry all of a sudden.

"Must say i havent had such an easy time getting warm in quite a while. The rock behind your tent is the nicest but i dont much think youd appreciate me looming about your tent, aye?"

(should gale say "aye" in this au? Should look into waterdavian/dnd pirate slang if thats even an elaborated thing. I like it. I need an excuse)

Astarion and he talk about how it felt stepping into the sun for the first time in forever.

Astarion had woken up in the pod and promtly begun panicking until he realized there were holes in the transparent chitain, and the sunlight was beaming through. He lifted a hand to it and felt such a rush that hed managed to break himself out and spent some time just ....being excited about something. Anything at all.

Gale finds he rather likes that mental image. This surly little wildcat grinning up at the sun and raising both hands up while he laughs for the wonder of it.

Perhaps then falling back and flipping off the very sky...it seems like something he might do.

Gale simply woke up on the beach and lay there a while to process and plan, nothing too interesting.

So Gale mentions that sometimes, back home, he would stay up late certain mornings to watch Artor step out into the Sun.

Its a morning ritual to keep himself sharp and humble. He would stare out until the sun peaked over the horizon, cast a sphere of invulnerability and watch from the safety of it.

(Note: this doesnt actually work in canon, but gale either wouldnt know that or would have been forced to forget whenever he relearns that fact. Plot thickening joose)

"He wont admit it but im almost entirely sure he used to collect his own ashes, before he learned the spell. that was a long time past, though, far before either of us were a glint in our mothers eye."

"Collected them? What for?"

"He probably wanted to see if it was useful in some way. Mummy dust can be a Powerful addative to healing salves and potions of disguise."

He holds up a finger.

"Though never vice versa, mind.- Stands to reason vampire ashes might be valuable. He still has a small warehouse full of the stuff.

"Round oh id say ..nearly seven maybe eight thousand clay urns, in all. he tells everyone they were a group of spawn hed collected in his earliest centuries.

"But Im fairly certain he says that to keep us on our toes. I cant imagine how he would have managed such a massive hoard. I have fourty someodd siblings, and most of them are a bloody handfull."

"Seven thousand!?"

"The man is over a millenium old, astarion. Thats a lot of sunrises."

---

Things branch off to where Astarion says he cant turn into mist or summon wolves because hes a spawn, and he feels a little cheated that spawn have no substantial powers or abilities aside from basic teleportation. And even thats gone with the tadpole.

This distresses gale on his behalf.

"I...astarion i think cazador has been keeping you far more ignorant than you are aware of. Vampire spawn have a veritable littany of skills and abilities to hone on, it just takes time and practice like any other."

"What do you mean?" And gale vanishes in a puff of smoke turning into mist and back with his arms out in a gesture of "see?"

"What in the hells?"

"I cant summon wolves per se. But with ...well proper feeding, theres a great deal we can do. We arent helpless. Were just

"Slaves"

"I would more readdily compare us to marrionettes. Poppets, worker drones and the like. but yes. Essentially."

"Well.." astarion huffs, " what can we do?"

Gales smile grows boyish and enthusiastic, and he grabs astarions hand- pulls him towards the water. " Do you see that cave over yonder, just past the canoe?"

"I see it." Astsrion yanks his hand free with a disgusted little sneer.

"Alright. I want you to picture yourself in total darkness. The furthest reaches of the light are several turns out, and none can reach you.

"This had better be going somewhere."

"Just do it, trust me."

"....Very well."

"Alright now...connect to that darkness. Feel where your body ends and the shadows begin. Feel their coils reach out and embrace your limbs, your lungs, your mind." He presses a palm near the center of his back "draw them in with your breath. anchor yourself with them until you sink deep....deep into the dark...."

He feels those shoulders relax just a little.

"Now...tell me ...whats inside that cave, astarion?"

"....how should i kn-....oh...."

Hes suddenly there, as if one foot of his essence has stepped from where his body stood into the dank cavern.

"theres. Hmmm well theres an astonishing lack of dirt...it smells ...gods just -awful-...but its soft....and...warm." he gets an almost whistful quality to his voice.

"so wonderfully warm..." he draws another breath, as if he could consume that warmth. he hears a chittering at his ear, and suddenly realizes.

"Bats....there must be dozens of them." Gale is surprised by how bright that smile is. It warms him to see.

"now...call them."

"How do i do that?"

"I cant tell you that, you have to figure it out."

There was a physical whomph of sensation within him as his own irritation broke his focus.

"Tch well thats not very generous of you."

"I cant teach you to walk astarion, i can only offer you my hand."

Astarions pout deepens and he opens his mouth to speak, but gale continues.

"If you still need help in say...give it three days. Why mess with a cliche? If you havent summoned those bats by then-

"What makes you think we will still be here in three days?"

Gale thinks of all the goblins they've fpund dead around here. The goblins theyve killed. there will be way more further out. Way more than they could realistically fell in a few days.

"Just a hunch."

[ceasarslegion]

Im thinking of keira again oh no

She was so incredibly smart that she stopped fighting us on taking her painkillers when she realized that her joints would stop hurting if she ate the weird pill in her dinner too instead of spitting it out

And one time she ate an entire box of 24 wax candles after meticulously opening the box they came in, and then somehow put the box back on the counter as if we wouldnt notice the CANDLES WERE GONE

She was trained incredibly well, never barked unless something startled her or she was telling someone to knock it off, was very gentle with everybody, even let little toddlers win tug of war with her (when she was a viciously powerful tugger who refused to lose with the grown ups). She even had her own little language. There was distinct difference in her playing growls and her angry or warning growls. She would play bite while wrestling but would never bite down, just a little hold in her mouth. If she bit by accident at all she would stop immediately and lick you all over the place she bit by mistake to say sorry, and we taught her the phrase "im sorry" for when we accidentally bumped into or stepped on her so she never took it personally and would go right back to sunbathing instead of looking at you with betrayal. She also liked to go with my little sister to play so that she could protect her, only to end up stealing the neighbourhood kids tennis balls and bringing them home because they were her favourite ball to play fetch with. Thief! Thief!

She loved the smell of babies and would poke her snoot into strollers to go sniffsniffsniff at them, and then would like to make them laugh by licking their little faces.

She also loved water so much, because she was a lab. We never had any trouble bathing her because she heard the shower go and would perk up like "for me??? Water for me????? Bath time???? :D" and jump right in. I used to take her out to the beach that was right where we lived in abu dhabi to go swimming together. She loved to run in the sand and jump in the water with all my high school friends and i. And then we would towel dry her as best we could and let her lay on her beach towel with her toys while we uh, totally legally drank at the correct age to do so and generally did high school boy things.

She loved cats. Absolutely adored cats. She played nicely with them and always wanted to be friends. The neighbourhood strays did not appreciate this as much. Many times happened where she approached a stray with "play? Friend??" dog body language, only to get hissed at and then look at me with big sad eyes like "why wont it be my friend? 🥺" she hated other dogs though. She never ever liked other dogs. We think something may have happened with another dog before we got her. She had this best friend in a neighbourhood stray who always came to visit our backyard and would like, politely sit there like it was asking if keira could come out and play. Keira would always run up to wherever we were with her tail wagging and lead us to the yard where the cat was sitting. They played so nicely together, theyd usually take turns chasing each other in circles and then lay down together when they got tuckered out.

Obviously i walked her on a leash but she never needed one, she would never stray out of our sight. She also loved stuffed animals, just to cuddle with. She had the giant ikea dog that she carried around with her everywhere and it got so stinky with dog drool that whenever we washed it she would sit in front of the washer and dryer and pout for the rest of the day. It was her favourite toy and definitely a comfort object. Every other toy she destroyed on sight in typical labrador fashion, but not stuffed animals.

She also had her chair. It was a black leather recliner that was her chair. She always hopped on it and curled up and took naps on it. She loved her chair, it was her main spot and came with us throughout every move we made with her because she loved it so much. It was the perfect proportion for a dog of her size to curl up in the seat of and rest her head on the arm of like a pillow. My parents said they couldnt bring themselves to get rid of keiras chair until nearly a year after we had to put her down

She had such a rich life for a pup that started as a rescue from an abusive owner. She saw multiple continents and multiple countries, made so many new friends, explored more of the world with her nose than most humans do in their lifetimes, and made so many fun memories.

I couldnt be there when she died. I was in my last year of uni about to graduate on the other side of the world. I kinda knew it was coming though, thats why i took a video of the last walk i took her on before i flew back to toronto that semester. You dont spend 16 years growing up alongside a dog without kinda knowing intuitively when these things are about to happen. I miss her a lot though, and i wanna get a tattoo of a black lab swimming at some point because of how much she loved to swim.

She was the best dog i ever could have grown up with, and no other will ever compare to her or replace her for me. I hope one day i'll be healed enough to take another pup into my life, but im still in the process of moving on from her. Its been a really long and arduous grief period that i feel isnt gonna let up for a while yet.

[vibris-shitposting-hub]

those “wally darling” playlists but its not lemon demon and tally hall but songs from the 60s to early 70s. ill start

Wouldnt It Be Nice by the Beach Boys

[boyswanna-be-her]

Lmao the walk was super fun but only two people showed up (my biggest fan, who was obvs gonna be there, and a new friend who we both met at the same time through volunteering which is cute and fun, he's a p good deal younger than us). Since it was just the 3 of us, we hiked the WHOLE trail system and had a blast. Got lunch afterwards. I invited them to come out to the beach with me, and my friend decided to follow me straight out and new boy went home first but then flaked and never ended up coming to the beach.

So the clown dance continued, we swam and sunned and laughed, came back to my apartment, eventually got hungry and went to dinner, our third meal together in a row today. At every point they were hesitant to leave and happy to be invited to do the next thing. The only reason why we're not together now is that we're supposed to lift tonight at their place with someone else joining, so they headed back to their own side of town while I went home to take a shower.

This is actually a great holding pattern as far as I'm concerned. We spend as much time and I'd be willing to spend with someone I was dating, and I enjoy spending time with them more than being alone (USUALLY more, sometimes they're in a mood and I'd rather split). It's been so long since I've ACTUALLY enjoyed someone's company more than my own that I wasn't sure that would ever even happen again for me. I'm happy with this. The chemistry is there but--and holy shit i can't believe im saying this--I don't actually want to risk our friend...ship? Lmao? Who am i?

I also made an offhand comment about planning something fun and they responded "I don't really drink so that can make it hard" and of course in light of recent life changes on my side I'm like 👀👀👀 that is the opposite of a problem! But it also makes me sad bc they have been drinking with me some on our off hours and it sounds like they were just trying to keep up with me/not murder the vibe and that was SO not necessary. It also makes some stuff track more in retrospect (like "oh what was up with them that night?" ends up being "they were sleepy bc they dont drink booze normally"). Anyway, since it came up organically I told them that I was actually working on my sobriety and that it was difficult with my parents as enablers/people who want a drinking buddy from their child--and wouldnt you fucking know, bc we have everything else in common, they also have the SAME dynamic w their parents. And they seemed happy that sobriety was something I was thinking about and valued, but possibly more relieved that I actually DO enjoy our time together when we're both sober and want to do more of that.

We're finally getting into some deeper shit and I'm learning about their history and what makes them tick. Like they speak their mind super freely, but they are SO private about their family and personal life to the point that it feels almost too intimate to learn some of this shit that people who have known them longer are oblivious about. On the other hand, I'm a open book about everything I've been through and my mental health but good fucking luck getting an earnest take out of me on anything unless i deeply trust you. It makes for a weird game of learning about each other. I thanked them today for being a friend who's down to clown with all of my stupid suggestions and admitted that I normally just do everything alone but it's more fun with them. They expressed it all back to me. Alone for a long time, fine with that, surprised to find me, thankful for that too. It's just like, hm. Very comfy. And I don't worry about being wanted or wearing out my welcome, and I don't get taken advantage of, and they stand up for me and do nice things for me, and feed me and worry about me. That's such a nice change for me from being either The Provider or a person who wants for nothing or no one. It's scary to want someone in my life, even in this capacity, but it's more rewarding than I thought it could be without, yknow, actively trying to date or hook up. I feel like the possibility of something more is stalking us from location to location like the monster in It Follows--sometimes our knees are nestled together while we talk and it's breathing down our necks and sometimes we're both distracted and moody and it's not something either is thinking too much about, but fuck if it isn't always there and a thing I think we will inevitably make a choice about in the future but.

[beedlemania]

You mentioned you have more songs that make you think of Jork than Jolenz and I’d like to know them now thank you

Sir yes sir! 🫡

Songs for jorking it:

Uptown Girl - Billy Joel (yes again, leave me be)

Love Shack - The B52’s

Cult of Dionysius - The Orion Experience

Tear the Top Right off My Head - The Monkees

Wouldnt It Be Nice - The Beach Boys

I Can’t Be With You - The Cranberries (particularly for the glam au👀)

She’s a God - Neck Deep

You got It - Roy Orbison

Shades of Gray - The Monkees

With a Girl Like You - The Troggs

And of course, feel free to add 🤲