knockin at your door

also while we’re at it “BROKE a finger knockin on your bedroom door, i got splinters in my knuckles crawlin cross the floor’ are some of the most iconic lyrics that have EVER been written. 

im just stating the facts!!!!!!!!!!

👼🏼👼🏼👼🏼👼🏼👼🏼 i saw this angel 🎹 i really saw an angel 🎹🎹🎹 ❗️WOO WOAH❗️
open up your eyes 👀 shut your mouth 🤐 and see 👀❗️ that im still the only ① who’s been in 💖 with me I’m just happy 😊 gettin you stuck in between my teeth 😁 and theres nothing ❌ i can do about it HEY HEY HEY
broke a finger 🤕👎🏽 knockin 👊🏽‼️ on your bedroom door 🚪i got splinters in knuckles 👊🏽crawling 🚼🚼 cross the floor!!!!!! couldn’t take you 🏚 to mother 👵🏼 in a skirt that short 💃🏽💃🏽But i think that’s what i like aboUT IT!! 💦💦💦 hey HEY HEY!!!!!! she’s an angel 😇😇 woohoo! only angel 😇 woohoo! she’s an angel 😇😇 my only angEL!! 😇
I must admit 😬I thought I’d like to make you mine 😘 As I went about my business 💼💼 through the warning signs ⚠️⚠️ End up meeting in the hallway every single time 🤼‍♂️ And there’s nothing we can do about it ❌❌
Told it to her brother 🙇🏻 and she told it to me🤴🏻
That she’s gonna be angel👼🏼just you wait and see 👀‼️
When it turns out she’s a devil 🔥😈 in between the sheets🛌
And there’s nothing she can do about it
Hey, HEY ❌‼️

she’s an angel 😇😇 woohoo! only angel 😇 woohoo! she’s an angel 😇😇 my only angEL!! 😇 she’s an angel 😇😇 woohoo! only angel 😇 woohoo! she’s an angel 😇😇 my only angEL!! 😇 she’s an angel 😇😇 woohoo! only angel 😇 woohoo! she’s an angel 😇😇 MY ONLY ANGEL 😇‼️‼️‼️

Isn’t That Stupid? - Sam x Reader Drabble

Written for @torn-and-frayed‘s Songs of Season Two challenge

“Mama, take this badge off of me
I can’t use it anymore.
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark to see
I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.”

You frowned as you walked into your daughter’s room in the middle of the night, seeing Dean holding his baby niece in his arms, singing gently to her.

“Dean?” you asked, rubbing at your eyes.

He turned to you, smiling slightly.

“That song?” you asked, before your daughter started to sniffle unhappily.

“Hey, shh,” he soothed, beginning to sing again.

“Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door,
Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door.”

You felt yourself begin to cry as he got to the end, turning your head to the side and closing your eyes.

Once your daughter was sleeping soundly again, Dean gently put her back in her cot, turning around to see you in tears.

Dean smiled sadly, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

You let yourself sob quietly against his chest, your arms unmoving at your sides.

“I know,” he assured you, quietly, “I know. I miss him, too.”

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anonymous asked:

I just love mad sweeney! So happy that someone is doing fanfics, can't believe there aren't any really out there. Can I request a fluff where reader patches up mad sweeney either after his brawl with shadow or another time? (lets be honest he is so hot in his suspenders)

Anon this is short but I literally can’t keep my eyes open so if you want a second part I’m totally up for it after I catch up on sleep. This might even get to being a series~ Thank you for requesting something ! (and yes, he is very very hot in his suspenders)

When you were a kid, your parents always told you to be nice to strangers if they came knockin on your door for help. Your mother often said some of em granted good luck. Your father always said that karma would come around and miss because you had done some good in your life. Your parents probably didn’t realize that one day, at the age of 23, you’d be running into a man on your door step, a bloody coin clenched between his teeth, the streetlights bouncing off the golden engravings. He groans as you step up to your front door, you glance over your shoulder, out to the night sky and the sound of approaching thunder and you sigh. You bound back down the steps and swing his arm over his shoulder, he’s fairly easy to pull up, not being as unconscious as you thought, but god was he tall. You struggle to manoeuvre him through your doorway, and since he towered over you, you had to avoid going directly down the centre of the hallway, eying the low hanging lamp. You kicked the door shut, glad you had a lock that would click when the door was slammed.

When you dump him on the couch and switch your lights on, he’s a little more than just got a coin in between his teeth. He’s a mess, blood is matted into his beard and hair, his shirts, torn, stained with grass and what you hoped was mud and not blood. His mouth parted slightly, the coin falling to his chest as he moved his head. You catch a glimpse of his teeth, they’re covered in blood too, stained and smeared. You go to the bathroom, lug out the first aid kit that your father dropped off when you first moved in, and a clean, red towel from the bathroom so you could avoid the blood staining anything else. You tuck on end of the towel under his head, using the other to wipe the blood from his face. You go an grab a bucket and fill it with warm water, always keeping an eye on the doorway. You come back, and he’s still leaning against the arm of the couch, his feet hang off it slightly. You dampen the cloth and start to wipe away the blood that’s already been drying to his skin for what’s been possibly hours.

When his face is clean you reach for the coin, ready to give it a scrub down when a strong hand grabs your arm, just before you can reach it.

“And what do ya think yer doin’ lass?” He asks, his teeth is bared,still smeared with the hintest amount of red.

“I wasn’t tryin’ to steal it or nothing!” You yelp, trying to tug your hand away. “I was just helpin’ you out is all.”

He looks around, his grip still tight on your wrist. “Aight…” He murmurs. “Carry on.” He lays back down, his head now tilted towards you so you can see more of his face and he lets go of your wrist, allowing you to grab the coin. You turn it over in your fingers and stare at the markings, trying to understand what they mean.

“It’s my lucky coin, so don’cha go losin’ it somewhere.” He warns. You roll your eyes before wiping it with the damp towel, smiling at the shine, before putting it back onto his chest.

He gives you a grin and clenches onto the coin with his least battered hand. He smiles up at you and leans forward.

“What happened to you?” You ask curiously, normally you wouldn’t pry but now that he’s semi cleaned up, he looks hardly phased by what happened to him.

His lips turn to a smirk and he leans forward, he beckons you to come closer. You do, curiousity overwhelming your common sense.

“Bet ya didn’t think someone would fight a Leprechaun now would’ya lass?” He drawls in his accent. He rubs his face against the back of his hand before he stands, and at his full height, not slumped over your shoulder. He’s scarier than you thought, definitely taller than 6 foot. You give him a smile that he seems to take in good faith. “Name’s Sweeney, Mad Sweeney. Can I have yers darlin’?”

Your nose scruches at his name, but it doesn’t deter you as you hold out a clean hand. “Y/F/N, Y/F/N Y/L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you, even if I did find ya on my doorstep.” He chuckles at that, and holds out his ‘lucky’ coin.

“Well, until my luck decides to be on my side, I guess you’re stuck with me.” He says.

When you were younger. You told your father and mother that the world wasn’t made of stories, well, who knew, your parents are always right. You gave the Leprechaun a side glance in the mirror as you washed your hands in the bathrrom sink. Who would’ve thought that one day a thousand years old Leprechaun would show up at your door?

RFA + Saeran find out MC smokes

So, quite a lot (a lot for me at least thaaaanks for thaaat :^) ) people seemed to enjoy my last headcanon (RFA + Saeran are watching a horror - movie with MC ) so i decided to make another one! i rly hope no one minds that
P.S. btw, i’m totally out of ideas right now, so if you have any great ideas, feel free to share them! (i mean only if you want to of course) i would be happy to hear them c:

Something weird is going on 
- You look really pale most of the time 
- And for some reason you started to carry chew-gum 
It looks like you try really hard to hide something 
- So one day he comes a bit earlier from work 
- “What’s this?” 
- He trembles as he openes the little white box, that he found lying on the couch 
- … 
Someone is going to get a lecture this evening 

Well, at least you don’t have to hide it now 
- He always starts to nag at you when you smoke near him 
But you know that he just really worries about you 
- You tried to explain that it’s the same bad habit as his gaming one 
Well first of all it isn’t a bad habit second of all it isn’t a habit at all! 
Yeah more of an addiction 
- So you made a bet 
- Who can get rid if their addiction first 
- And ironically enough 
- You won 
And somehow he was really happy about it 

- Rehearsal were cancelled today 
- So he was early home this time 
- As he came in, he saw you standing at the balcony 
- You were moving your hand to your mouth back and forth 
He was really surprised 
- “MC?” 
- You turned around 
Something tiny and white fell from your fingers 
- He came up to you and picked the cigarette that fell down
- “Are those mine?” 
- You were so surprised you couldn’t answer 
Is he mad? 
- Is he disappointed? 

- You couldn’t tell so you just stood there, surprised 
But he just smiled at you warmly 
- “And i was wondering where they were vanishing” 
- What? 
- “Y… You are not mad at me?” 
- He looked at you questioningly 
-”Why would i?” 
- “But i will hide my cigs better next time” 
You laughed unwillingly 

- You always steal each others cigs as revenge, which is somehow cute 
- Zen struggles so much between the nice evenings where you two smoke on the balcony and talk about life 
- And your health 
- So although he really enjoys the time he gets to spend with you 
- He still wants you to quit and really worries about you 

- Jumin gave her a longer break this time (Thanks Jumin)
- So she, no surprise, decided to go home, and enjoy her little time with you
- As she stepped inside, she heard you sharing a conversation with someone over the phone
- So she decided, to not greet you, since she didn’t want to interrupt you (so respectful *0* )
- Instead, she just silently walked towards the sound source
- As she entered the kitchen, she stopped
- She gazed, how you extinguished the cigarette
It was like lightning hitting her body
- You were just about to hang up, when you spotted her
- …

Let me tell you something
Being lectured by Jaehee is the worst
Because you literally burn
With shame
- Jaehee wasn’t angry
- Or mad
- Not at all
She was schocked
- For how long?
- And why did you keep it a secret?
So many questions
Whenever you want to smoke, she takes your hands and makes a really sad face
- “Do you really have to?”
It is really hard to resist Jaehee’s sad face
Really hard
- S
o you quited after two weeks
Jaehee is a genius (or a wizard, we’ll never know)

- Someone had a really boring meeting
- So boring, that this particular “someone” decided to shamelessly escape home to spend his precious time with precious you
- He steps inside the flat
- The atmosphere feels really dull, too
- As he hangs his coat on the hanger, he notices something white and tiny sticks out of your pocket
- He didn’t pay attention to it
- Sounds of poundin water reached the kitchen, where Jumin poured himself some wine and made himself comfortable
- He was tired.
- The pounding water sounds suddenly stopped.
- It seems you are coming out of the shower.

- He just sat back and waited for you to notice
- You entered the kitchen with a tiny white box in your left hand, while your right was nervously looking for something in your phone
- You didn’t really notice the “refugee”
- You also seemed quite stressed
- You headed to the balcony, putting your phone next to your ear, while your other hand opened the tiny box
- Something white flashed between your teeth.
- Could that be…
- Jumins expression changed just for a second.
- But it expressed nearly everything he felt the second he saw MC holding a cigarette
- And it was not pleasing at all.

- Your voice ripped him from his thoughts
- It seems you are arguing with someone over the phone
- He waited patiently
- You turned around. Looks like you were about to finish the conversation. Good.
You lifted your head and noticed, that you were not alone all along
- It hit you like lightning
- You cried out. Silence
- It was so silent
- Even from that long distance Jumin could hear the cigarette faling down on the cold floor.
- He stood up - “Well that was taking a while. I started wondering when you would finish
- You tried squeezing words out of you. Failure.
- “You know for sure, that you shouldn’t do this. It hurts your health
- Your voice. It’s gone. Why is it not there?

- Jumin left the room


Author’s note: uuuhhh i’m sorry for this ending i’m very unsatisfied too ; ____ ;
It’s just that it was too long, but i checked it hundred times and i couldn’t find anything that i could cut or shorten and it was getting to long i’m so ssoooorrryyyy ; ___ ; i may write a potential sequel(?) to this one, since it’s basically a cliffhanger, or you might think of your own ending, feel also free to share it if you want to of course c: . okay, sorry, back to the HC

707/ Saeyoung
- He knew all along
- Your pale face, the strange smell and how you suspiciously went out for 5 minutes
- I mean c’mon he has Saeran, it’s really not that hard to spot the difference
It’s not that he didn’t care
- In fact, it’s on the oposite
- He was worried to bits
- But he really didn’t know how to point that out
- He didn’t want to pressure you, but the longer time he takes, the more you smoke and…
- He felt horrible
- But he knew he had to do something
- The next day he spotted a tiny white and red box on the counter
- “Huh?
- He took the box and read the thin black letters, written on top of it
- Well, that was it
- It was time to do it anyway
- But there still might be hope, right?

- Unwillingly, he lifted the top of the box, and found exactly what he expected to find, but nonetheless that was the last thing he wanted to see inside this box
- Cigarettes
- A grin suddenly took place on his face
You rounded the corner to grab the cigs from the counter
- But it looks someone was one step ahead of you
- He smiled softly “I guess it’s time to talk about this

- Even though he smiled, it was the easiest thing to understand that he wasn’t happy at all
- In fact, even the naivest person could understand how sad he was
- You lowered your eyes and said you’re sorry for keeping that a secret
- He took your hands - “I’m not angry. I was just wondering why you started in the first place
- You hesitated a little bit.You can’t keep it a secret forever.
- You told him that you were stressed, but you didn’t want to bother him with your problems, since you knew he had his own
- “MC
- You were about to say you’re sorry, but he interrupted you
- “MC look at me
- You lifted your head
- You thought he was gonna be angry or upset
-But he looked rather worried
- “Your problems wiil start bothering me, only when the stars vanish from the sky”
- You haven’t noticed how a smile appeared on your face.

- Saeyoung is basically the embodiment of the word support
- He always tries to cheer you up and always helps you with whatever it is
- (Sometimes secretly hides your cigarettes and encourages you to quit)
- When you’re spending time with him and you’re telling him you’re going out for a smoke
- He gives it his best to convince you to stay with him
- And holy guacamole that shit works every time
- You quitted after a month

- *Sigh*
- Your day was tiring for real
- No seriously you almost heard depression knockin on your door
- Your hand dived in yor coat pocket, fishing out a tiny blue box and a red lighter
- You headed straight to the balcony
- Reaching for the cigarette, you thought about Saeran
- He promised you he would come a bit later home today
-You felt ashamed for a second
- You really hate keeping secrets from him, but just imagining him finding out makes you upset
- “Oh, MC, you’re here! What are you doing here?”
-Oh no.
- You slowly turn around
- He’s quite happy.
- “I know i promised to be late, but things got settled down and –”
- He went silent all of a sudden
- It was silent for like three seconds, but it really seemed like an eternity
- His expression changed
He seems really pissed
- “What are you doing?!”
- PanicPanicPanicPanic
- He approached you and took the cigarette that you were holding in your hand
- “Why are you doing this?”
- You’re speechless.
- “ It really hurts your health, you know? You shouldn’t be doing this!”
- You tried to push words out of you, but it didn’t happen
- “And what are THOSE cigarettes? You could’ve at least asked me for proper ones”
- Wait a second what?
- He took out a pink little box out of hic pocket and handed you a cigarette
- You just gazed in amazement
- “What are you looking at? Take it”
- Oh, yeah. Right.
You mumbled a quick “thank you” and took the cigarette
- You decided that you’re not gonna smoke it quite yet

So now you made a promise to him that you’re gonna smoke only his cigs
- Which means you basically can smoke if he’s not agains it
- But you’re fine with it, since you know that jellybean just worries about you
- He even comes along occasionally
- Oh look at that sweet thing. What is it? Is he having fun with you?
- Still tho, he lets you smoke rarer and rarer, as time goes by
Eventually it becomes so rare that you accidentally quited
- He’s really really happy about it
- He’s actually smiling for the first time in a while!

Good god i finally finished it.
Really it took me so long to write this one, i’ve had it since november or something, but it was reaaly challenging and i reaaly had fun writing this one c: Sorry btw for this longass post but still tho i hoped you liked it (▔∀▔)
It didn’t turn out as well as i wanted it to, this HC is actually more… emotinal and maybe a little depressive, and i’m not really good with stuff like that, but let’s say i tried ( ´ ω ` )
anyway, thanks for reading it till the end, i hope you enjoyed it!

FBI, My Ass

Imagine taking a case in upstate New Hampshire when the boys come a knockin’ on your door.

“Hello, I’m federal agent Collins, this is my partner federal agent Smith. We’re here about-”

“Jimmy Carver, 34 years old, police say he died of a stoke, but you and I both know that’s not what happened.”

“We don’t-”

“Names Y/N, you’re Sam and Dean Winchester. Nice to finally see the faces behind the names.”

Use Your Illusion Asks

1. Right Next Door To Hell : What’s the worst thing about the place you live?
2. Dust N’ Bones : Name one thing that’s in your bucketlist.
3. Live and Let Die : Do you have hope for your future?
4. Don’t Cry (original) : Do you cry easily?
5. Perfect Crime : What’s the most badass thing you did?
6. You Ain’t The First : Tell us about your first crush.
7. Bad Obsession : What’s your biggest obsession right now?
8. Back Off Bitch : Who do you fight the most?
9. Double Talkin’ Jive : What was your last lie?
10. November Rain : Are you afraid of falling in love?
11. The Garden : What was the scariest dream you’ve ever had?
12. Garden of Eden : What’s your favorite place?
13. Don’t Damn Me : Do you have any unpopular opinions? If so, name one.
14. Bad Apples : Do you get along with your family?
15. Dead Horse : What frustrates you the most?
16. Coma : Do you ever think about death?
17. Civil War : What do you wanna change about the world?
18. 14 years : What’s your biggest regret?
19. Yesterdays : What’s your earliest memory?
20. Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door : Do you believe in life after death?
21. Get In The Ring : Tell us about your last fight. 
22. Shotgun Blues : Do you hold grudges?
23. Breakdown : What’s the song you listen most when you feel down?
24. Pretty Tied Up : Are you a kinky person?
25. Locomotive : If you could travel anywhere, where would you go first?
26. So Fine : Describe your ideal gf/bf.
27. Estranged : Name a thing/person from your past that you’ve missed. 
28. You Could Be Mine : Name 3 things you want right now.
29. Don’t Cry (Alternate Lyrics) : When was the last time you cried and why?
30. My World : What do you wanna change about your life?

T a t e r   T o t ‘ s   P l a y l i st: p l a y |x|

Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked - Cage The Elephant // All The Way - Allstar Weekend // All Time Low - Jon Bellion // Amen - Halestorm // Antivist - Bring Me The Horizon // Asleep - The Smiths // Bad Romance (Cover) - Halestorm // Bathtub - The Front Bottoms // Beat the Devil’s Tattoo - Black Rebels Motorcycle Club // Better Off Dead - Sleeping With Sirens // Black Sheep - Gin Wigmore // Breathe Me - Sia // Burn It To The Ground - Nickelback // The Calendar - Panic! At The Disco // Can’t Go Back - Fleetwood Mac // Carry On Wayward Son - Kansas // Children of the Revolution - Moulin Rouge // Clairvoyant  - The Story So Far // Cocaine - Nomy // Come As You Are - Nirvana // Come Together - Aerosmith // Control - Halsey // Cool Kids - Echosmith // Counting Bodies Like Sheep (To The Rhythm Of The War Drums) - A Perfect Circle // Creep - Radiohead // Crooked Young - Bring Me The Horizon // Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don’t) - All Time Low // Dead Wrong - The Fray // Decode - Paramore // Desire - Meg Myers // Do It 2 Me - Allstar Weekend // Doubt - twenty one pilots // Downfall - Matchbox Twenty // Drive - Incubus // Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks // Emperor’s New Clothes - Panic! At The Disco // Elevated - State Champs // Everybody’s Watching Me (Uh Oh) - The Neighbourhood // Eyes On Fire - Blue Foundation // Face Down - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus // Fairly Local - twenty one pilots // Female Robbery - The Neighbourhood // Friction - Imagine Dragons // Fuck You - Archive // Go To Hell For Heavens Sake - Bring Me The Horizon // Goner - twenty one pilots // Hallelujah - Panic! At The Disco // Hear Me - Imagine Dragons // Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana // Heavydirtysoul - twenty one pilots // Here Comes The Anxiety - The Wombats // Hopeless Wanderer - Mumford & Sons // I Don’t Care - Fall Out Boy // I Hate Everyone - Get Set Go // (I Just) Died In Your Arms - Bastille // I’m Just A Kid - Simple Plan // I’m So Sorry - Imagine Dragons // Kill Your Heroes - AWOLNATION // Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door - Guns N’ Roses // La La - The Cab // A Little Death - The Neighbourhood // Little Lion Man -  Mumford & Sons // Loser - Beck // Lurk -  The Neighbourhood // Man In The Mirror (Cover) - J2 feat. Cameron // Misunderstood - Fly Away Hero // Monster - Skillet // My Body - Young The Giant // New Divide - Linkin Park // No Good - Knuckle Puck // Oh Well, Oh Well - Mayday Parade // Otherside - Red Hot Chilli Peppers // Psycho Killer - Talking Heads // The Ruler and the Killer - Kid Cudi // Run - AWOLNATION // Sarcasm - Get Scared // Seventeen Forever - Metro Station // Shots - Imagine Dragons // Silly Boy - Blue Van // Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana // Song #2 - Blur // Staying Up - The Neighbourhood // Super Psycho Love - Simon Curtis // Therapy - All Time Low //  Walk - Foo Fighters // We Must Be Killers - Mikky Ekko // Who Are You, Really? - Mikky Ekko // Wires - The Neighbourhood // Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing - Set It Off // You’re Dead Wrong - Mayday Parade // You’re Gonna Go Far Kid - The Offspring 

unicornlordart  asked:

The rock Dredd?

Naw man naw, give it a rest, it’s late, I gotta head to bed and I just don’t have time to talk about how FFFFFINALLLY


In Spite Of All The Danger [a Barry Allen AU]

Request: Could you please do a 60s Barry AU or another Danny Zuko one? Love your imagines!!!

a/n: IVE HAD THIS IDEA FOR DAYS this is like ‘64, ‘65….

Barry is happy. He just finished his work day and he is really interested in this English band across the ocean. Swinging his brown book strap that held his books together, he whistles quietly, white tennis shoes padding against the sidewalk. It’s a beautiful spring day and the sun is shining, creating a golden halo around his neat hair.

Apparently, his humming morphed into singing at some point, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “In spite of all the danger…in spite of all that may be… I’ll do anythin’ for you…” he sings under his breath, switching the book strap to his other hand then back, repeating the process again. Biting his lip, he skips some of the lyrics, dodging a giant hole in the sidewalk. “I’ll look after you…like I never done before…”

He skips up the steps, knocking on your tan door, hearing you shuffle inside. “I’ll keep all the others…from knockin’-” The front door swings open just as he finishes, “at your door.” he grins, elbow on the frame. You giggle, hands smoothing your pale purple dress. “Hey darlin’.” he greets, trying to sound like one of The Beatles.

You shake your head, watching his ankles cross in his striped blue and white high waisted pants. “Come on, cutie.” you smile, pulling him by his white button down. He stumbles inside, hair falling out of its gel. “How was your third day of work, workin’ man?” you smirk, eyeing how the books land on the floor.

With a loud sigh, Barry flops on the plaid couch, golden button on his pants indenting his stomach right above his belly button. “Well, I went to a crime scene today.” he beckons you over, pulling you on his lap. You give an interesting noise, urging him to go on. “Couldn’t really do much of anything. No fingerprints. No DNA. Nothing. I think it’s a dead end.” he shrugs, one hand pressed to the small of your back while the other holds your knees.

Humming, you rest your head on his shoulder, nose gracing his pale neck. “I’m proud of you, Barr. You’ve done so much and you’re so young…” He blushes, playing with your lavender dress in embarrassment. You chuckle, pecking his sunkissed freckled cheek. “Oh! I got someone to fix the telie! Now we have three channels instead of two!” you exclaim in a giddy tone, waving your fingers in front of his face.

“Three?! No way! Aren’t we spoiled?!” he beams, green eyes wide as you kiss his cheek again. The clock goes off, signifying it’s five o’clock. “Dinner time.” he rejoices, picking you up to stand up. His long legs make there way to the kitchen and he smells the meat in the oven, grinning at you. “I have the best wife ever!” he calls out, putting you down, hands keeping your hips warm. “And she’s beautiful!” he yells, impersonating one of The Beatles again. You laugh, opening the oven as he grabs the clean plates in the sink.

He twists his hips as he sets the table, humming Twist and Shout. “Come on shake it up baby…twist and shout!” he smiles, making you burst in laughter. Barry is happy.

So Long Dearie
Barbra Streisand
So Long Dearie

Hello Dolly - So Long Dearie ( by Barbra Streisand)

Don’t try to stop me Horace please 
Wave your little hand and whisper, so long dearie 
You ain’t gonna see me anymore 
And when you discover that your life is dreary 
Don’t you come a knockin’ at my door 

‘Cause I’ll be all dolled up and singin’ that song 
That says you dog, I told you so 
So wave your little hand and whisper, so long dearie 
Dearie, should have said so long, so long ago