with a guest appearance by

anonymous asked:

Why are these E "reporters" so dumb and uninformed? They're talking about a conspiracy theory that Taylor's with Tom to help get her into acting yet they seem to have no idea about her role in The Giver or how Weinstein wanted/wants her for the Joni Michell role, etc. - not to mention VD and her TV guest appearances. She was already into acting before Tom & has a ton of connections in film - she would have no trouble getting more parts if she desires. At least know your facts E reporters!

They know their facts they’re just completely biased and don’t care about facts, they love the drama and stirring shit. Plus they’ll always favor Kim and her fam because her show is on their channel. Hopefully they cancel it this year, they’re ratings are tanking..

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“Call Me Lonesome” / Country Boy Eddie / Country Boy Eddie & Friends, 1988

It’s been 21 years since Alabama’s “Country Boy Eddie” settled into retirement, braying his famous mule call one last time and exiting the stage of WBRC-TV.

Despite his two-decade absence, generations of Alabamians will remember “Country Boy Eddie & Friends,” one of the longest running shows in television history.

The show debuted on WBRC Feb. 2, 1957, as part of a four-week trial, according to the April 23, 1992 edition of The Anniston Star. A seat-of-the-pants production, the show began each weekday morning at 5:00 with Eddie, his band and local amateur talent.

“Although the show is scripted, (Eddie) ad libs his way through 90 percent of the hour-long program, chatting with guests, endorsing advertisers, plugging personal appearances and offering birthday greetings to some and words of sympathy to others,” The Anniston Star reported.

Born Gordon Edward Burns in Blount County, Ala., Eddie grew up on his family’s 200-acre farm dreaming of working in radio after hearing Curley Fox on the Grand Ole Opry. He would perform on the “Happy Hal Burns Varieties” radio show at the age of 13. It was Burns (no relation) who christened Gordon ‘Country Boy Eddie’ after the young plow boy performed a rousing rendition of “Johnson’s Old Gray Mule,” complete with the mule sound effects.

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Okay, so I’m pretty sure this hasn’t been done, but…

Pap’s Pizza Delivery Service

Where papyrus has a pizza delivery service that delivers pizza across the multiverse!

I made this while eating pizza :3

Alsopleasesayimadethisaufirst

And yeah, @thatswdgasterforya made a guest appearance. 

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Give me a Hand - capncrystal - Havemercy Series - Jaida Jones & Danielle Bennett [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Here is my (non-angsty) fic about one-handed Mags, with a special guest appearance by my headcanon of how the crushers work! Non-graphic violence, since, yknow, someone loses a hand, but this is pre-Havemercy non-canon backstory so. Yknow. It’s not like it stops him from flying.

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He only tolerates a few people to tickle him, and I am not on that list. Last time was…. uuuh I’d rather not think about it honestly. Anyway, you didn’t hear it from me understood?

artist’s note: GUESS WHAT I’m gonna start posting more regular updates! But the ask box remains closed until I have done more than half of it. I will also be back sooner or later with polls for two things : hades dating someone (or not) and for a future guest week/who should appear and stuff. thanks for everyone’s support, hope you enjoy the blog as it updates more!

@ crewniverse, when will we get a Jasper episode which is about Jasper and not Lapis with guest appearence by Jasper. Preferably one with no Lapis at all if possible

BSD Novel: Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era (Chapter 4, Part 4)

Enjoy! By that I also mean suffer. Thanks to @nakaharachuyaa @mlntyoonqi @bananasaurr for proofreading!

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Hustle

Request: I had a request for Bucky where they are like bff’s and are pining after each other and one of their feelings accidentally gets hurt but eventually they get together. @kmwiinchester

Word Count: 1,669

A/N: I hope this is close to what you were looking for! I think I got a bit carried away, but I like how this one turned out.

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“You can’t aim for shit.”

“If you don’t shut up right now, I’m going to shove this cue up your-“

“Alright, kids. Play nice.” Steve’s shadow fell over the pool table, effectively blocking your view. You glared up at him, brow quirked. He stepped back with his hands up in a defensive position. He knew how you and Bucky were when it came to pool and he wasn’t about to get in the way of that. It was a serious game for serious people, and you were one striped ball away from winning fifty bucks. Steve watched you with his arms crossed, eyes flickering between you and Bucky.

You were fairly good at pool, and an even better hustler. You and Bucky actually made a good team- he was big and buff, and every time the two of you went to bars he was the first one at the table being challenged by other guys who were big and buff. Then you swooped in and pretended to be a cute little princess, when in reality you could kill every single one of them with a cue ball if you wanted to. You and Bucky won tons of money from hustling bikers, much to Steve’s chagrin. What could you say, you had skill. You could hit any ball from any angle into any hole on the first try. It was no contest who would win, but dammit if whoever you were playing against didn’t try.

Bucky, on the other hand, was a little shit and a dirty cheat.

You held the cue between your fingers, aiming the white ball to hit a shiny red one when you felt something graze along your sides. Your body stiffened and you tried to ignore the feeling of Bucky’s fingers gliding over your ribs. He was trying to distract you and Goddamn was it working. He was aiming for a tickle, something to make you jump, but you just wanted to lean into it. Your heart was in your throat, thumping loudly against your skull, and it had very little to do with the very important shot you were about to take.

Okay, sure. Bucky was your best friend, and that’s all he’d ever been, but you’d be lying if you said you never thought of him throwing you on the pool table and-

“Don’t miss.” His breath was hot on your ear and your eyes closed involuntarily, teeth gritting and hands tightening around the cue. You shot him a look and he chuckled, taking half a step back. Your shoulders squared and you tried to focus again, but he was still too damn close. This hadn’t happened before- not once. But, then again, you weren’t usually playing against him. He usually stood on the other side of the table and cheered you on, not standing at your side to taunt you.

“Bucky, I swear to God,” you threatened, tongue between your teeth.

“I didn’t do anything,” he defended. “Just try not to suck.”

“I hate you.” You rolled your eyes, adjusting your footing and shrugging a stiff shoulder. It was taking an unusually long time for you to hit the ball, and Bucky seemed to sense it. He backed off, rounding the table toward the bar. Steve was already leaning on it by now, a drink of (rather useless, really) scotch in hand. Bucky went to getting one of his own and you stood up fully. Now that the haze of having Bucky right at your side was gone, it became easier to focus. You went to fixing your shot, eaves dropping on the boys.

“You two are really needling each other today,” Steve noted. “You fight like an old married couple.”

Bucky grimaced as he took a swallow from his glass, but not because of its contents. “Not even. I’d die before I let myself marry her.”

“Ouch,” Steve laughed. “Looks like you two are well on your way, if you ask me. I keep waiting for you to pull a fast one.”

You were bent over the table again, frozen while you listened. You were staring forward at the cue ball, but your attention was on them. Your head tilted down, eyes dropping to the green surface just in front of your face. “No chance in hell,” Bucky was saying. You bit the inside of your cheek, realizing what it meant. “I’d rather the Hulk sat on me.”

“That’s harsh.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.

“You started it.” Bucky jabbed Steve with his finger. “Suggesting I make a move on her, that’s disgusting. You should be ashamed.”

They were laughing when you shot the ball. They both turned to look, watching as the cue ball slammed into the shiny red ball, sending it spinning. It missed the hole by a few inches and both their brows shot up in surprise. Bucky grinned, standing up to join you at the table. You shoved the cue at his chest, turning your back to him and starting for the door. “Ask Steve to play the next game, I’m going to bed.”

“(Y/N), it’s noon.” Bucky’s long strides caught up to you before you could reach the door and he grabbed your arm, turning you around to face him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” It sounded a lot harsher than you meant for it to be, and Bucky winced. His hand on your arm relaxed, but he didn’t let go. Your eyes flickered to Steve, who had his back to you and was pretending not to notice. Then you locked eyes with Bucky again, suddenly aware of how close he was. Again. His chest was practically right in your face, head tilted down to look at you with those giant, beautiful eyes of his. You cursed yourself, feeling inadequate and stupid. Of course, he would say that there’s no chance in hell for you but you couldn’t stop yourself from having feelings for the idiot. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” His voice was soft, a tone you knew he reserved only for you. A quiet whisper that only you could hear, that calmed your nerves and made you think that maybe, just maybe, there was something else between you. But, there wasn’t. He had just said so. “Was it something I said?”

He looked hurt. And dammit if you didn’t hate that look. You had your fair share of slightly-mean things to say about him and he would always pretend like you hurt his feelings, but when he was genuinely hurt, it was different. It wasn’t playful or fun anymore and all you wanted to do now was hide. You could lie to him, say you weren’t feeling well. Blame cramps or headaches or something, but dammit. You hated to lie to him and didn’t want to start now- “I, uh,” you stuttered, unsure what to say.

“Too much?” His hand slid down your arm a bit, but remained firm. “I didn’t mean that, you know that right?”

“Yeah, I…” you shrugged, trying to stop your eyes from watering. “I know.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, shoulders dropping. “I was just fooling around, I didn’t mean I wouldn’t kiss you-“ Bucky’s eyes widened a bit and he let go of your arm, immediately stepping back as confusion wormed itself on your expression. “I meant. I wouldn’t, but… I wouldn’t not. It was just a-“

“You two are going to give me an aneurism,” Steve swiveled in his chair, looking thoroughly annoyed. “Seriously? Please don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?” The desire to run and hide was overshadowed by curiosity and confusion. Bucky pushed his hair out of his face, breathing a huff of air. His eyes scanned your face, like he was analyzing a threat, and he chewed absently on his lip. “Bucky?”

“I may or may not, let’s not point fingers here,” he started, looking incredibly uneasy. You shifted from one foot to another. “Have slightly less than platonic feelings for you.”

You stared blankly at him, trying to process what he had said. He was frozen too, waiting for your response, and when he got none, his face fell and he nodded. Assuming you either found that incredibly strange or didn’t return the feelings, he let go of your arm and turned to leave. But you snapped out of your daze and reached for him, grabbing the hand that let you go.

“I, uh.” Your mouth was dry, now, and you focused hard on the hand in yours. Slightly calloused, but soft and comforting.  He didn’t pull his hand away, fingers wrapped around yours. Not tight, but not loosely either. “Might have similar…Feelings.”

Bucky was grinning then, and his hand did tighten at your words. He pulled you closer to him, wrapping one arm around your waist. “That so?”

“I think so, yeah,” you laughed. Bucky seemed to have an idea then, because he let you go and turned, grabbing two forgotten cues leaning on the wall and thrusting one into your hands. Your brow rose and he led you toward the table, one arm over your shoulders. “What are we doing?”

“Rematch,” he said, gathering the balls from the pockets. You watched him set them up and then he came back around to stand in front of you. You smiled up at him, heart pounding again. You doubted it would ever stop.

“What do I win when I kick your ass?” You twirl the cue in your hands, quirking a brow up at him.

If, by the grace of God you actually manage to pull off that miracle,” he teased. “Then you get to kiss me. But when I show you who’s the boss- it’s me, I’m the boss- then I get to kiss you.”

A grin split your face and you heard Steve let out an annoyed groan from the other end of the room. Bucky stuck out his hand for a handshake and you took it, holding onto him a bit longer than necessary. “Bring it on, cupcake.”

Cool Haunted Mansion Umbrella Will Make You Smile On a Rainy Day


You walk into Disney’s Haunted Mansion, and whether you’re in Orlando, Anaheim, or Tokyo, after the foyer you enter a place known as The Stretching Room. The Ghost Host intones, “Our tour begins here in this gallery where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state. Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination, hmmm? And consider this dismaying observation: This chamber has no windows and no doors, which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out!”

And the room stretches, growing many many feet taller, the four paintings on the wall (by Imagineer Marc Davis) also stretch, revealing that the seemingly innocent pictures are actually much more devious and reveal peril at every turn for those portrayed in them.

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//sobs// I don’t even know if I did this right…But I really wanted to submit something for @sourinsummerfest !! And even though this prompt was for last week, here’s “At The Beach” with a guest appearance of Makoto! ;<;)b Love these gaybies so much! (Also kinda nervous since I’m pretty new to the Sourin ship. ;v;)  

Happy Sourin Summer Fest!!!