#iwilltrytobereasonable

[cottoncandysprite]

OH YEAH MAYBE ITS MODIFIED FROM BOTH PIGPEN AND LA BUSE!!! It would make sense to not use pigpen exactly, but La Buse with the dots swapped. Hang on lemme try it real quick

HOLY SHIT YOU WERE RIGHT

JAVID YOU SNEAKY BITCH

[rhyewritersstudio]

Belisha Beacon was only in her mid-60’s, but between her old fashioned black frock and the scowl she leveled at her daughter, she gained a decade in appearance.

“Why are you wearing that ridiculous skirt?” she asked Melina, who was vacuuming but dressed for decidedly more exciting endeavors. “What kind of example do you think you’re setting for Liz?”

Liz, seated at a desk in her school uniform but ignoring the textbook in front of her, rolled her eyes. “Gran, I’m right here.”

“And you should be focusing on your studies to become a proper young lady unlike your mother.”

Melina was used to her mother’s sniping, but hearing it directed at her daughter was unacceptable. “That’s enough, Mum, don’t listen to her, Liz darling. Besides,” she said with a toss of her head, “Maggie likes it.”

Belisha snorted. “And where is that wife of yours anyway? Sleeping the day away and not lifting a finger to help you straighten up.”

Just then an alarm went off upstairs. Melina raised an eyebrow at her mother. “You know she works nights. Now shh,” she said as bunny slippers descended the stairs.

Prompt: Spring Cleaning

[some-teeth-in-a-trench-coat]

The Swedes and Finns have a long history of attempts at invading Finnland and general racism against Finns including stories that make the Finns into Draugr (semi demonic merpeople fae?) and magicians. Source: I’m half Swedish and had two of those stories in a book of Scandinavian Folk and Fairy Tales. Also you could totally check out the webcomic Scandinavia and the World for some satire of that history.

understandable have a nice day

[lissy-strata]

iwilltrytobereasonable replied to your photoset: Anneke prevents a horrible mistake.[[MOR]...

I’m missing context. What mistake are you referring to?

The original plan for Two’s hair was a Harpo Marx wig.

[yogurtbattle]

iwilltrytobereasonable heeft gereageerd op je bericht “why do you think brian singing too much love will kill you was...”

Further, I know that Brian had only pulled it from The Miracle because it was too personal and at the time he didn’t feel able to make it a Queen track. He effectively gave it to Queen at the tribute concert, and there’s bound to be a story behind that.

It wasn’t pulled for being too personal, it was pulled because of legal issues with Brian’s co-writers. It wasn’t a Queen or even a Brian solo song, it was a May/Musker/Lamers song. Not sure how they solved that on Made In Heaven, but they had considerably more time then.

As for the rest, I’ve stated my opinion and I stand by it.

[icryyoumercy]

thanks :) i shall go make a phone call now

[due-south]

A gift of orchids

This was delightfully vague. I did some research, hopefully I got the flower meanings right. ~900 words.

“Ooh, who’s the guy?”

Francesca startled, looking up the folders she was sorting. Welsh, recently, had taken issue with her filing system (namely the fact that she was the only one who could figure it out) and was making her alphabetize every file in the station. It was a major pain. “I’m sorry?”

Dewey, hands in his pockets and grinning at her, repeated the question. “I asked who the guy was. You know, the one that sent you that fancy thing of flowers that’s sitting on your desk.”

“Oh, those.” Frannie glanced over at her desk and the flowers Dewey was talking about. “Just a guy who used to live near me, that’s all.”

Dewey looked ready to ask more questions, so Frannie cut him off before he could. “Hey, while you’re here, want to give me a hand filing these?” Dewey, like any sensible cop, beat a hasty retreat, mumbling an excuse.

“Sucker.” Frannie rolled her eyes. However, now that her attention had been drawn back to the flowers, Francesca sat down to re-read over the note that accompanied them, smiling a little to herself.

‘You deserve this, sister! Go out and make life your own, you wonderful ray of sunshine!’

“Real subtle, bro.” Frannie said aloud, though her tone was fond.

Frannie remembered the first time Ray- her Ray, the real one, no offense to Kowalski- bought her flowers. Their father had just died, as drunken and miserable in death as he had always been in life. Needless to say, it hadnt been a great loss for either of them.

There weren’t many people at the funeral, mostly family and bookies that wanted to make sure Pop Vecchio really couldn’t pay off those old debts. Still, the mourners offered mumbled condolences and platitudes and Francesca, younger at the time, had hated the whole thing. Hated it so much she could have screamed.

Ray was the only one to notice her distress. One minute he had been standing, stiff at Mama’s side in his fancy occasion suit, and the next he had his arm around Frannie’s shoulders.

“What do you say we go get a bite to eat?” He’d asked, and Francesca had looked at their mother, who was crying softly (she’d loved their father, once upon a time), and said yes, letting Ray lead her out of the cemetery and into the back of that awful green car he loved so much.

It was late, so not much was open. Eventually, they’d come across a little Deli that doubled as a flower shop, though Frannie and Ray both swore that they’d never heard of such a thing or seen the place, even in passing, before.

The old man behind the counter was gruff and Frannie ordered the first thing she saw on the menu board. Ray ordered the greasiest thing they had, which made Francesca wrinkle her nose in disgust.

As they waited for their food, Francesca browsed the flowers, running her fingers over soft petals.

“We ought to pick something up for Pop, shouldn’t we?” Frannie had asked reluctantly. “To put on his grave?”

Ray stared at a bundle of lilies. “He’d hate them,” He’d said. “Think they were too girly.”

“He would,” Francesca agreed.

“I’ll buy a couple,” Ray said. He picked up some garish yellow carnations, checking the price tag before setting them on the counter. “Pick something out, I’ll buy you some too.”

Frannie, surprised and pleased, glanced around the shop. She went past the sunflowers and the daisies, making her way towards the back of the store. That was where she found the orchids, nestled between a row of pink roses. They were yellow, too, but not in the obnoxious way the carnations were. They were pretty, and hopeful. Frannie liked them.

She returned to the counter just as the man returned, carrying their two wrapped sandwiches. “Hey, flowers are supposed to mean something, right? What do these yellow orchids say?” Frannie had asked.

The man glanced up, sounding bored. “New beginnings.”

Frannie smiled. That sounded good to her. “We’ll take them, along with the sandwiches.”

Back at the now-empty cemetery, Ray and Frannie had propped the carnations up against Pop’s grave, agreeing they looked very fetching. Then they’d gone out to meet up with the rest of the family and choke down a casserole that a well-meaning neighbor had sent over.

But Frannie had held on to those yellow orchids, putting them up in her window where she could see them. And the next year, on the anniversary of their Pop’s death, Ray had sent over some purple orchids. The year after that they were pink. He sent a different color every year, and every year Frannie had carefully placed the orchids in her window.

This year, her brother was undercover with the mob, replaced by a virtual stranger.

But the orchids were in her desk, white this year. And the note was unsigned, sent by an anonymous person in Las Vegas.

Francesca smiled.

[jackymedan]

Me, wagnetic, inconclusionray

oh, damn lol, didn’t expect real people :’) this is pretty hard because I’m not actually sure which one of you likes rollercoasters and/or has the nerves to go into the woods at night (I sure don’t)..

I’d ride a roller coaster with: @inconclusionray hoping that she likes rollercoasters? because I have no idea tbh.. I‘m personally only willing to go into ones that don‘t do a full looping and I’m also not fond of ones that have your feet dangling loose underneath your seat with nothing to brace yourself against.. if she’s more into venturing into dark woods and you’re more into rollercoasters I’d be willing to switch you two around :’)

I’d venture into the woods with (at night): uhhhh idk you generally come across as a pretty level-headed person? I’m not necessarily afraid of the dark itself, but I just don’t like to be OUTSIDE on my own in an unfamiliar place while it’s dark, but if I have someone with me who’s more calm/familiar with the area than me I might be okay (I’m mostly worried about getting lost/running into human creeps, so someone who’s less geographically challenged and better at defending herself than me would be the best option here, I have no idea if you fit that description but somehow I feel like you might)

I’d watch Netflix with all night: I really want to say @wagnetic here because I think it would be hella rad to just sit back and watch tv shows/movies with her all night while chatting or something, but she’s a lot more into horror movies than I am, so I would like to personally request we’d stick to due south/wilby wonderful/big eden and things like that instead <3