-( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) -campbells chunky soup -chunk -he -daboisfhaisjdnf -*screams* -the void -dream smasher -gingivitis -#no -the thing in the pantry -why are you crying -emoji -*insert anime reference here*
-*CONSTANT SHRIEKING* -hhhhhhhhhh -apple fritter
-expand dong -whats up -chicken butt -the great depression -lmao -this really rustles my jimmies -T R I G G E R E D -death sentence -bee -the bee’s knees -jimmy crack corn and i don’t care -run -17 38 -TURN DOWN FOR WHAT -do wah diddy -crackers and cheese -fr e sh a voca do -o shit waddup -sont talk to me or my son ever again -lil bitch
I Want To Hold Your Hand The Beatles//I need a Hero
Godmother//Starlight Star-Shine Steam Powered Giraffe//Stellar Incubus//Anything
For You Ludo//Rocketeer Clara Chung//La Da Dee Cody Simpson//I Got You (I Feel
Good) James Brown//Take Me Out Franz Ferdinand//Why Can’t I? Liz Phair//Cardiac
Arrest Bad Suns//Ain’t No Mountain High Enough Remember The Titans//Hooked on a
Feeling Blue Swede//Good Lovin’ The Rascals//On Top Of The World Imagine
Dragons//Fantasy Earth Wind and Fire//You’re My Best Friend Queen//Manta Rays
Ludo//Daylight Matt & Kim//Everybody Needs Somebody To Love The Blues
Brothers//Counting Stars OneRepublic//Not Alone Darren Criss//If I Had $1000000
Barenaked Ladies//As the World Falls Down Girl In a Coma//Honeybee Steam
Powered Giraffe//Sugar & Spice The Searchers//Be Wherever You Are Steven
Universe//Accidentally In Love (Counting Crows cover) Why Everyone Left//Gimme
Some Lovin’ The Blues Brothers//Such Great Heights The Postal Service//Come Fly
With Me Frank Sinatra//Stickshifts And Safetybelts CAKE//Do Wah Diddy Diddy
Manfred Mann//First Day of My Life Bright Eyes//Fly Me to the Moon Piano de
Bossa//La Vie En Rose Daniela Andrade
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[working on repairing one of the medbays systems] Singin’ do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do. [bounces in place] Snappin’ her fingers shufflin’ her feet [snickers and bounces side to side] singin’ do-wah diddy-diddy down diddy-do!
Imagine Bucky, as the Winter Soldier undercover, going to the 1964 New York World's Fair.
Whenever he’s out for any length of time, he keeps track of the days in a tiny pocket notebook. They give it to him, along with everything else in his kit, for the purpose of completing his assignment - something to write covert notes on, somewhere to dash off equations, wind speed, and train velocity.
So no one has ever questioned the hash marks along the bottom of some of the pages, half covered in the mixed English and Cyrillic scribbling. Mostly he just likes the permanency, the restfulness of knowing how long he’s been awake.
Today is September 6th, 1964. Tomorrow will be the 7th. It says so on the newspaper he reads on the subway, and on the leaflet he is handed as he’s ushered in the gate, thronged by thousands of other people: men, women, children in bright colored shirts. A radio is pumping out music he doesn’t recognize over the crowd. Do wah diddy. It is insipid, but cheerful.
He pulls the notebook from the pocket of the trousers they’ve left for him, licks the tip of the pencil tucked behind his ear, and leaves another checkmark on the page. The pants are red (of course). And they cling to his thighs in an odd way - he couldn’t fit his pistol or any pieces of the collapsible rifle in the waistband like he usually does, which was distressing until he’d discovered they had also left him a large boxy peacoat. The face in the mirror had looked unkempt this morning as well, but now that he is in the midst of the others, the longish hair is perfect for blending in, and there’s enough of a chill in air that no one is looking twice at his gloved hands.
“Excuse me sir, excuse me,” an irritated sounding man calls out, and he turns, slowly. He couldn’t have been made. There are too many people. He just walked in the gate. The man calling out to him reaches out, waves. “You missed the bread line, man.”
He blinks. “Bread?” And is met with an incredulous look.
“Bread. Dough. Scratch. Money,” the ticket seller says, enunciating much more loudly than is necessary, and waggling his fingers. “$2 for adults.”
Two dollars seems excessive, but it isn’t his money, so a five dollar bill is placed in the open palm of the grinning ticket man. Three bills return to him, then return to his (overly tight) back pocket.
“What can I do with three dollars?” He asks, squinting into the afternoon sunlight. There are several hours to kill. (Hew hew hew.)
“Whatever you like, my man. I hear the corn dogs are good.”
He isn’t sure of what a corn dog is. But this morning’s meal was an IV nutrient slurry, and the night before that, and the night before that as well. Under the layer of wool coat, sweater, polyester shirt and assorted weaponry, his stomach makes an interested noise.
Corn dogs. As a supplementary mission - this will do.
last night was the greatest night of my life. To keep it short, Mikal Cronin took a picture of my Ty Segall tattoo and showed Ty before his performance, and because of my tattoo, I scored the only setlist that Mikal personally gave me. I managed to see Ty backstage and after us shouting at eachother about my tattoo, he came down just to talk to me and I couldn’t believe it when I saw him walk towards me. We took this picture and he was blown away by my tat and we hugged and then.. I said, “Ty, I really really like this boy named Will who loves you just as much and it would be amazing if you could play Diddy Wah Diddy for him on saturday. And Imaginary Person because that’s my favorite.” and Ty fucking said yes. He got my name and now Ty Segall fucking knows me. This is literally my dream come true I could not believe it, I cried when I said goodbye and i’m still in shock. I’ve never been so happy in my life
And if you left me (If you left me) / For another girl / Do you think I'd ever sit down and cry? / No would I worry / Would I fret / Or cry my eyes out with regret / Ha! Little honey / Uh-huh, you bet I would
"Chapel of Love" - The Dixie Cups
Wo-o-oh spring is here / The sky is blue / Birds all sing / As if they knew / Today's the day / We'll say 'I do' / And we'll never / Be lonely any more
"The Locomotion" - Little Eva
Everybody's doing a brand new dance now (Come on baby, do the locomotion) / I know you'll get to like it if you give it a chance now (Come on baby, do the locomotion)
"Baby Baby I Still Love You" - The Cinderellas
I think I'm gonna cry / 'Cause once you loved me / And I told you goodbye / But then tonight I took one look at you / And my heart broke in two / Baby baby I still love you
"Heatwave" - Martha And The Vandellas
Whenever I'm with him / Something inside starts to burn / And I'm filled with desire / Could it be a devil in me / Or is this the way love's supposed to be / It's like a heatwave
"He's A Walking Miracle" - The Essex
Oh, you should see cherries doing flips oh yeah / When they're picked to be the taste on his lips oh yeah / And I know how happy / His clothes must be / 'Cause that's how I feel when he's close to me, yeah
"The One You Can't Have" - The Honeys
I never had trouble getting guys around me / I never been without a boyfriend / I've had all the players getting nice with me / I keep 'em guessing to the end
"Don't Say Nothin' Bad About My Baby" - The Cookies
(Everybody says he's lazy) / Well not when he's kissing me / (Everybody says he's crazy) / Sure he's crazy / Crazy 'bout me, oh no / Don't say nothin' bad about my baby
"Leader Of The Pack" - The Shangri-Las
I met him at the candy store / He turned around and smiled at me / You get the picture? (Yes, we see) / That's when I fell for the leader of the pack
"Can't Get Enough Of You Baby" - The Toys
Whenever we kiss / Feeling like this / I get to wishing there were two of you, oooh / My heart cries out, more baby, love you so much / Wish that there were more of you to touch
"Do Wah Diddy" - The Exciters
There he was just a walking down the street / Singing do wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo / Clapping his fingers and a shuffling his feet / Singing do wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo / He looked good (Looked good) / He looked fine (Looked fine)
"Maybe" - The Chantels
And maybe / If I hold your hand / You will understand / And maybe / If I kiss your lips / I'll be at your command / Wo-o-ah maybe (Maybe, maybe, maybe)
First he was like, "Damn, my headcanon isn’t really going to happen cause of this drunk girl. Don’t ruin MY wedding day!!“
Then he was all misty eyed during Claire’s dress reveal. And Dougal looks to him and ask’s, "Are ye cryin’?” "No!“ he squeaked, sniveling his nose.
As Jaime walks past him, he starts to sing softly, "There HE was just walkin' down the street - Singin’, ‘Do wah diddy, diddy, dum diddy do’”
After the newly wed couple kiss, he internally shrieks,“YOU DOWN WITH OTP! (YEA, YOU KNOW ME!) WHO’S DOWN WITH MY OTP!?!”
And finally, as he congratulates Jaimes, he blurts out, “We'll have to remodel de castle, to make room for all de babies!”Jaime smiles, “Yea!” stumbles coming to a realization, “Wait, wha? But we just started.” "Then what are ye doin’ down here?! Go, go, shoo, go back to yer woman!“ Jaime slowly climbs up the stairs all confused. "Make me proud, boy!” Murtagh yells from down below.