Reposting this art because a) the OP didn’t own it anyway and b) I didn’t want to spam them....
@wehaveallgotknives requested a liveblog of my reading of Murder Plays A Ukulele by MK Arnold, published in the July 1941 issue of Master Detective Magazine. You can read the saga of my interest in the magazine here, including a search that it turns out went ALL THE WAY to the LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, which is where the scan of my copy came from.
If you wish to avoid tons of reblogs of this post as I read, block it now or blacklist “murder plays a ukulele”. I have pizza, cherry sprite zero, and murder on my docket for the next hour.
Also I think you all need to know, I didn’t realize, this isn’t fiction. This is the true story of a ukulele-adjacent murder. It opens with a woman discovering a dead man in a field while fetching in her cow for the evening milking....
.....in San Jose, California.
(We’re going to assume the dead man is the one with the mustache.)
For the promts: could you do parent!Standrew?? I'm so desperate for it!! lol.
Oh yes! I love it! I’m picturing the kid to be 5 or 6 years old. Thank you! This was so precious to write!
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Light crackled bright in the night sky from behind the large glass doors. The rain hit the glass sharply, but they were safe and warm in their living room. Andrew grabbed all the extra blankets from the closet and Steven yanked off all the cushions from their couch while Ellie stood watch, manning the flashlight, a floppy stuffed bunny hung limply in her arms.
Andrew and Steven made quick work of building a blanket fort for all of them. Steven arranging the cushions while Andrew draped and fiddled with the blankets. The lights were out and ever since Ellie was old enough to run and hide from the scary storms, Andrew and Steven decided to build these make-shift shelters to protect them. She has gotten less and less scared as she got older, but at this point it’s tradition.
“Daddy you need to get the chair from the kitchen!”
“Alright honey, just make sure not to blind your dad with that flashlight.” Steven said as he got up to get their folding chair from their kitchen.
Ellie pouts, arms waving at her sides, “I’m not gonna blind him!”
The light hit Andrew’s eyes and he melodramatically cries, “Ah! Ellie, I can’t see! At least your beautiful face was the last thing I saw!” He falls to his knees in front of her, hands covering his eyes.
Steven comes back with the chair for the back of the fort, smirking and shaking his head at his husband’s antics.
“Aw, come on dad.” She groans, arms crossing over her chest, making the floppy bunny press tight against her Steven Universe night dress.
Andrew grins, dropping his hands to pull their daughter into a hug, planting kisses to the top of her head, “You caught me.” He turns his head to face Steven, who finishing their fort with throw pillows on the inside, “She’s getting too smart, Steven. Soon she’ll be in high school avoiding us.”
“You hush your mouth Ilnyckyj. Our girl is never gonna leave us, isn’t that right Ellie?”
“Nuh-uh. I’ll never leave my daddies.” She nuzzles into Andrew’s chest. Andrew smiles warm and and fond at their daughter and then to Steven, who’s grinning at the sight.
How did I make it here? Steven thought to himself. How did WE make it here?
Steven bites his lip, looking down at the fort. He moves to get into the inside of the small fort, waving a hand at his husband to get them to join him.
Once inside, Steven and Ellie get comfortable on either side of Andrew, their heads resting on his shoulders. The multitude of lumpy pillows and the closeness of the blanket ceiling make it a bit difficult to get comfortable, but they make do. It doesn’t take long for Ellie to fall asleep, the hour being past her bedtime.
Steven tangles his legs with Andrew’s, whispering, “Hey.”
Andrew blinks down at him, “Hmm?”
“Thanks for being here with me.”
Andrew smiles, confusion on his face, “In this pillow fort?”
Omg I love that you are posting so much about R+J! lol. While it's never been my favorite Shakespeare (and while I feel like a lot of people misunderstand it), it still doesn't deserve all the edgelord hate that it gets. It's still a very well-written piece, and I feel like anything people hate on about it, Shakespeare put it in the play for a reason, y'know? Anyway, as a former English major (and current History major) I love your posts about it! lol. <3
Oh my gosh! Thanks! I will talk about Romeo and Juliet at any lengths I can! As long as people are sending me asks about it/letting me talk about it, I’m down!!
Hey, so can we talk about how Andrew would totally be a pinterest dad? Because I feel like he'd totally be a pinterest dad. Like, he's always coming up with creative recipes and activities to do with the kids, and Steven just smiles and gets just as excited as the kids do about ever single one of them. Omg.
shit,,, that’s so fucking true literally Steven would come home and Jonathan and Kat are missing and he’s like ???? and goes into the living room and they’re all doing some DIY pinterest shit and Steven just instagrams the whole thing
So, idk if you've seen the 'Generations Throughout History' Buzzfeed video, but Andrew in fucking uniform is doing something to me, and my thirst currently cannot be sated.
*Andrew voice* ohhhh, YES (I wrote a fic, it was my first ever standrew fic)
PASS THE HAPPY ALONG! :) When you get this, reply with five things that make you happy and pass along to ten nice people. 💚
oh my, five things? that’s kfdkjdgkdk hard. ok, let’s see… in no particular order:
1. the chicago soundtrack! mostly the london recording but I’m happy with the movie soundtrack as well [cue me singing along to can’t do it alone like a madwoman]
2. bfu. I’m not exaggerating when I say they make me happy with their dumb faces and their dumb dick jokes!
3. uhh.. being helpful? I guess? I like to make people happy and I like to help out whenever I can!
4. [stares at the screen for three whole minutes] I, uh… like to kick ass when I’m playing online!! lol it doesn’t happen all the time but when it does, GOD that feels good. ranking gold last week was An Experience.
5. making friends with people and just having a nice time chatting away. as someone who struggled a lot with social anxiety (and still does), it feels amazing to just talk and not want to run away immediately! kfdmgfdkkdjjk
this was fun kmgkfdjgdjf thank you!! :D (you probably answered this already so I’m not sending it back to you but you’re One Of The Nice People <3)
