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Suggest anonymously what my Muse orders at Starbucks
May I have a shilling to spend at Mitcham Fair? It’s been held for centuries and I want to see what’s there. I’ve heard of pony riding, steam roundabouts and swings, and peddlers and gypsies selling pretty things.
I want to see the circus and the booths for dancing, peepshows, dioramas, test your strength and boxing. I know that there are marionettes, rifle range and waltzer, cake walk, ghost train, chair-o-planes and helter-skelter.
I can almost taste the jellied eels, vinegary fish and chips, and glutinous, pink candy floss, sugary on my lips. I can hear the Mitcham Whisper, the coconut shy man’s call, ‘Roll, bowl or pitch!’ as he hands out the balls.
I want to breathe in Naptha and marvel at the bright illuminations that ignite on the rides at twilight. I want to spend my shilling on a special goal: to throw some hoops and win myself a goldfish in a bowl.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Amuse me! Take me for a ride!
Today, Lillian has opened the bar and is ready to serve up some fun! She tells us that, when she was young, she was taken on an annual summer outing to Riverview Park in Chicago, Illinois, a 74 acre amusement park, crowded with families, thrill seekers, young couples and scout troops. Some of her favourite rides were The Bobs, a wooden rollercoaster on which her dad broke a rib; The Tunnel of Love; Shoot the Chutes; The Pair-O-Chutes; and Aladdin’s Castle, a classic fun house that included a collapsing stairway, door mazes, a turning barrel, and air chutes on the outside walkways that blew up ladies’ dresses to the delight of gawkers outside. She says that amusement parks like Disney World have become more sophisticated but there is still the occasional small carnival in a mall parking lot and the Iowa State Fair.
Lillian has asked us to dig back in our memories and think about amusement parks, carnivals, rides, cotton candy, state fairs. Did we ever ride a ferris wheel or a carousel? Maybe we can evoke the madcap feeling of a place like this or use the idea as an extended metaphor. In any case, she wants us to amuse her, take her on a ride, use our imaginations and have fun with this!
Mitcham Fair May I have a shilling to spend at Mitcham Fair? It’s been held for centuries and I want to see what’s there.
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I'm propped up on the sofa waiting for the pain meds to kick in. Amuse me, o Tumblr. What cosplay would you pick for me, were I to do such a thing?
Gender no object.
Need Olicity therapy!
Have a major cold, sinus, cough, sneezing, etc. so spending the day feeling miserable in bed. This does not make breathing, or trying to write the next chapter of my Slade & Olicity fic any easier.
So, Oliciters (and anyone else in any fandom that you've seen me post about here) give me something to take my mind off this damned cold. Be it fic, memes, pictures, manips, anything. I'm desperate to get my mind off how horrible I feel. Save me?
// I cant seem to settle down and do responses, but I'm boooorrreeed
Amuse me!
((Oh, I can try! They've been through so much drama, they need some funny/happy stuff~.))Today was just like any other day for the pair. Angel was selling lunches by the prosecutor's office and Larry was painting charactures across the road--not too far from the park, actually. However, today was slightly different in one way--Angel supposed--in the fact that Larry didn't seem to be smiling or cutting up as much as he usually did. In fact, he seemed to be downright depressed--barely drawing anything at all. Once she had sold her last lunch during the rush hours, Angel decided she was going to find out the reasoning. Making her way across the road when the light turned, her heels clicking lightly against the pavement in her hurried attempt to cross the street, she briskly walks up to the standing easel and taps lightly on the back piece to alert the orange clad man's attention.The moment he notices she standing there, looking at him with some sort of half confused, half deadpan expression--Larry bolts to stand straight up. He grins to her, but it soon sinks when she raises an eyebrow in a suggestive way--a way that states she knows he's unhappy and she wants to know why. Before he can begin, he watches as she takes a seat on the little stool he's placed in front of himself. It's for the people he's going to draw to sit on, but he doesn't want her to move."...What's wrong, Larry?"The question is soft, but polite, and there's a small hint of worry behind Angel's eyes, even as she sits upright and poised as ever. Larry sighs as he slumps down in his own seat, defeated."Tasha broke up with me...and I was going to draw her a beautiful portrait too!"There's a moment of silence between the two for a good extended bit. Larry finally looks up to watch the lunch-lady in front of him, and takes note of how it looks like she's thinking. Her upright and poised posture has slouched a bit, but not too much so, as she has crossed her knees and propped her chin up in the base of her palm. She's glanced off to the side and there's a pondering look on her face for a few more seconds before she sits up straight once more--though her legs are still crossed--and smiles brightly to the artist across from her."Then draw me~."Larry's stunned by the proposal and can't seem to find the words to articulate what he's feeling...but he takes one look at Angel, who seems so sure, and decides "What the heck!" and places his pencil to the canvas in front of him. For a good few hours they sit there, Angel being still and relaxed and Larry drawing away and even adding colors. After he finally finishes, the sun is beginning to set. He spins the portrait around and shows it to her and a delicate smile drifts across her face."Larry?""Uh...yeah?""It's beautiful...but I don't think my bust is that big."
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