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cockymclaughlin replied to your post: planetmelmac replied to your post: ...
I somehow hadn’t even seen lizzo on the line-up but boy howdy you two have just stoked a fire in me
I need Pat and Lizzo in the same room, same couch, same headspace. They need the space to riff. Please, it’ll count as my birthday present
10, 12, & 15!
10 Wheel of Fortune - What is something you always come back to no matter how you’ve changed?
Writing!! I can’t escape it. Writing is something I need to do. I remember deciding when I was 12 that I wanted to be a writer. That got set aside in favor of music for a really long time. But now, no matter what I do, there’s always a strong pull for me to Write Something.
I guess the same could be said for music, too. I’ll go through periods where I won’t work on new music, but I always find myself circling back and making something new eventually.
12 The Hanged Man - What is an issue that someone has honestly changed your perspective over recently?
Been learning a lot about self-worth in therapy. I’ve spent most of my life convinced that I was pretty shitty thanks to my upbringing, but turns out that’s not true! Still having trouble internalizing positive statements about myself, but we’ve come a looooong way.
15 The Devil - What is something you feel you indulge in too much?
Thinking in extremes, both good and bad.
cockymclaughlin replied to your post: Homemade FF shirt ideas But there was always Nate...
if i can contribute: “i HaD sOmE oReOs”
I can def see why going vegan didn’t stick at all because it consisted of
Oreos
Plain salad
Undefined alternative milk
Looking confused and like he could cry any second
cockymclaughlin replied to your photo: Between starting the debate with Shifty and FFL’s...
how does it feel to be so powerful?
It’d be nothing without everyone else who chimed in and if it weren’t for the benefit of fans so if I can ever chuck virtual fistfuls of confetti over this fandom, it’d be my total pleasure
cockymclaughlin replied to your link: Foo Fighters ‘Your Perfect Setlist’ – The Results
goddamn, that’s some beautiful work. bravo to everyone involved!
I only got the sheet with the results a couple of days ago but seeing it all presented in graph form is something else! Simon takes credit for putting all this together, i’m just the loudmouth who kicked off the Twitter debate that got everyone going, which i’m now pretty bloody happy I did
cockymclaughlin replied to your post “If you think the Nirvana fandom can really bung it on a bit sometimes,...”
"hE's NoT fReDdIe ThO!!!" no shit karen
When Queen shared Adam’s new solo single and the boomers nearly had synchronized coronaries in the rush to complain that he’s still not Freddie like he exists only to try and fail
half-elf and halfling! :D
🌕 half-elf: Where would you build your dream home?Somewhere in the woods around here, preferably on a hill overlooking a lovely view like the mountains or the Cape Fear River. It would be a little house with an open floor plan that lets in lots of light and a wraparound porch where I’d sit on cool mornings and enjoy the view.
🌻 halfling: Talk about a time you indulged your curiosity.I wondered what would happen if I moved to North Carolina with barely any plan of how to survive…so I did! Can you tell I’m still shocked at how well that worked out haha…I’m generally against taking risks, so indulging my curiosity is not something I do very often.
golden!
It was rare for Rhett to wish he was fit enough to work in the gold mines. He’d lived on the mining planet for his entire life, but his attention was always on the stars above. He dreamed of earning enough to book passage to one of the inner planets, to a place full of life and excitement where he could sing and play music for more than a few credits. He’d seen the videos and pictures on the web. The inner planets were crowded and vibrantly neon. Much different from the quiet, steady pace of his mining town. Such a trip was exorbitant for someone like him, who could barely afford food and rent, but he worked double shifts at the general store as a handyman, repairing and selling whatever was needed. It wasn’t much, but he squirreled away every spare credit he earned.
Then one Monday morning, as he was bent over the counter at the shop, re-calibrating the servos of yet another mining droid, a soft beep alerted him that a customer had just walked in.
“You got gold here?”
The accent was lazy. Unfamiliar. Rhett glanced up. A tall man, thin and broad-shouldered and wearing black-rimmed glasses, stood before the counter, fidgeting with his palmscreen. Rhett’s eyes were drawn to the thing. The palmscreens he was familiar with were heavy duty ones with reinforced glass to withstand hard labor. This one was slim with no protective casing. He also noticed that the man’s hands weren’t heavily callused. This was someone unfamiliar with manual labor.
Different from the type of men that Rhett usually kissed.
“Gold?” he repeated.
“Yeah.” The man squinted at the knickknacks on the counter, poking at the collection of paperweights there. A lock of dark hair fell over his forehead. Rhett wondered how it might feel to run his hands through it.
“Um.” He straightened, tapping his screwdriver on the counter. “We don’t sell gold here. It gets shipped off-world once we mine it.”
The man sighed. “Sorry to hear.” He grinned, his eyes meeting Rhett’s for the first time. “Hey.” He leaned on the counter, large hands hanging over the edge. “You seem quite golden yourself.”
In spite of himself, Rhett felt his ears burn. He’d flirted with plenty of men before, but never one as brash as this. “Um. What do you need gold for? Are you new here…?”
The man shrugged. “Souvenir. I’m heading to the inner planets tomorrow. Thought the friends might like to see the gold standard their credits are based on.”
“What brings you here?” It had been so long since Rhett had spoken to anyone from off-world; he wanted to prolong this conversation as long as he could.
“Work.” The man glanced at his watch. “I’m sorry, I actually have a meeting soon. But nice to meet you.” He grinned at Rhett.
“Nice to meet you,” Rhett fumbled out.
“You too.” The man…did he wink at Rhett as he turned to leave? “Hey, if you’re not busy tonight, come down to the Dust Mill. Celebrate the end of the fiscal year with some music and drinks, yeah?”
Rhett stammered that he would. It had been ages since he’d done anything for fun. He knew he could barely afford to go, but this man intrigued him.
It wasn’t until the store was empty once again that he noticed the scrap of paper folded on the counter. Opening it, he found a phone number scrawled there, and beneath it a name. Link.
