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Music on Whaleships

Because how else will you power through the boredom AND the horrors!?

Two men aboard the Wanderer, photographed by Pardon B. Gifford in 1906 (New Bedford Whaling Museum)

Music featured quite frequently on whalers, though not necessarily in the same way as it might on a merchant vessel. The quintessential musical contribution of sailors—the sea shanty—didn’t hold as prominent a place aboard a whaler as it did on other types of ships. Some captains were particularly strict about keeping noise down while cruising to prevent gallying any nearby whales. Shanties were also less necessary for performing the work: Whaleships tended not to carry a great deal of sail, had a lot of hands aboard available to handle it, and were quite leisurely in their pace as they lolled around the globe for years at a time. This was unlike merchant ships that tended to have smaller crews, larger ships, and tighter schedules, all for which shanties were used more often to coordinate that work effort. However, music was still vital to maintaining good morale during a whalers' work that was, in turns, extremely demanding and dangerous, and extremely dull and mind-numbing. Both of which could really plague a fellow's soul if there was no relief. A panacea for a whaleship's ills, music rang out in the fo'c'sle during idle hours, was sought out during shore leaves, was copied down in remembered songs in the backs of men's journals, and any fellow who hazarded to pick up an instrument or lift his voice was a prized member of the crew.

Read on, under the readmore, since this is also quite a long one with many a photo, journal entry, recorded music, and whalers' original written songs! I really REALLY enjoyed pulling this one together.

Even though they weren't as utilized, there were still occasions when shanties burst out on deck. Greenhand William Abbe of the Atkins Adams (1858) recalled them first being used several months into the voyage. This speaks to the fact that shanties weren't a regular part of whaling work, but rather an instance of one shipmate finally venturing to include them:

“We began to sing shanties last night in hauling aft sheets or bowsing on halliards — Jack leading in 'Johnny Francois' + 'Katy, My Darling' and all hands taking up the refrain + pulling with a will. This pleased the Mate who told us that pretty well for the first time that he liked to hear us make a noise—as it showed that Jack —not Allegany [surname of a crewmate on board] — but any one of us was awake. He laughed—waved his hands— + cried out 'that’s the way sailors'.”

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Johnny Francois, aka Boney

They were later "obliged to avast singing + haul away without the "Shantie" as the crew’s singing was so "ludicrous" that they were all laughing over it rather than effectively hauling. But even if shanties weren’t often used aboard the Atkins Adams to set the pace of the work, they still featured during downtime in their watches:

“Jack leading sung the watch out in Shanties 'Johnny Francois' 'Santa Anna' 'Katy, My Darling' +c. Mr. Gorland + Tripp came forward and joined us. It was very cold and wet — but our singing warmed our hearts while we were free from the spray and warm from mutual contact.”

On whaleships, shanties were more frequently employed—though still inconsistently—during more demanding tasks such as weighing anchor or working the windlass to haul up blubber.

While greenhand John Perkins’s ship, Tiger, was lying at anchor at the Hawaiian islands in 1845, he mentioned hearing another whaling crew strike up a shanty upon leaving:

“When called this morning we heard the Neptune’s crew weighing anchor to the tune of ‘Tally hi o you know.’ After breakfast our watch went ashore on liberty”

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Tally-I-Oh

Music was also greatly sought out during whalers’ shore leave. Thomas Nickerson, cabin boy of the ill-fated Essex, 1820, wrote about a dance hall in Talcahuano that he was quite unimpressed by, but his other shipmates enjoyed tremendously.

"There we found a few young women seated around the hall on wooden stools, and playing off some Spanish airs upon their guitars to dance by. There did not seem to be either melody or music in their touch, but after such an interval of confinement our men were ready to dance to anything had it even been a corn stalk fiddle. With their guitars were an accompaniment of an old copper pan used as a tambourine. To this music did our men dance apparently with as much satisfaction as though it had been the finest music in the world.”

Music was also one of the first ways whalers and locals at various ports of call built camaraderie between each other, where potential language barriers were no object if someone had along with them a fiddle (and maybe some alcohol). Such an interaction was recorded by Albert Peck, greenhand on the Covington that stopped in Guam in the 1850s:

"Having our fiddler with us, we went from one hut to another giving them a tune at each, which would please them very much, and to show their appreciation of it they would produce a bottle of aquadiente [Aguardiente] or brandy, and treat us to a glass which would consist of a coconut shell, until it became evident that this would not do if we intended to walk to the town, as before long we should be incapable of walking anywhere. So we started for the town."

Whaler-made fiddle c. 1835-50, inscribed with the name Daniel Weeks. (New Bedford Whaling Museum)

But liberty always came to an end. When the Tiger departed Hawaii 10 days later, Perkins noted that they were too glum to accompany their leaving with a shanty:

“We weighed anchor without a song all feeling to bad at departing from summer islands to the cold Norwest sure of hard labor, absolute suffering & danger.”

Amidst that hard labor, absolute suffering, & danger, music served an essential function of bringing in levity and acting as a pressure release valve aboard.

Clifford Ashley, who joined the bark Sunbeam in 1904 on part of her voyage for research, described the music of his dog watch:

"Two misfit concertinas every night sent up their dismal wail to a tune that never varied, often keeping time with the strokes of a couple who pounded up hard bread in a canvas bag to be mixed into a molasses mush for their watch."

A whaler's concertina, c. 1850 (Nantucket Whaling Museum)

Any man who had a bit of a voice or could play a bit of an instrument quickly became a favorite among the crew, even if he only knew one song. Foremast hand William Stetson, of the Arab (1850s), was delighted when a new man they shipped aboard during a provision stop had some faint musical inclination.

“in the dog watches we enjoy ourselves very agreeably by stepping off a lively measure to the tune of “roads to Boston” as performed on the violin by Moody, one of those lately shipped at Lahaina. This is about the only tune he can saw off decently, but he is the first that has belonged to the bark this voyage who has made any pretensions to being a fiddler, and consequently the ‘doleful music’ of the skipper’s cracked violin is usually heard in the evening between the hours of five and seven P.M"

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Moody's go-to, Road to Boston.

Even in the absence of an actual musical instrument, crews made do with whatever they could get. William Abbe writes about one such time on the Atkins Adams:

Last night while gamming with F. Willy in the forecastle I was called on deck to help make up a set for a cotillion — being honored as the lady of Curly — we were at a loss for music + were stepping to the hummed air of Johnny the Boatsteerer + the orders of the dancing master — Jack — when Shanghai rushed up from the forecastle + jumping up on the oil cask looked forward of the windlass + squatting his long legs on the cask head began a toot toot on an old tin funnel, followed by Johnny Come Lately on an old tin bread pan for a drum — We greeted our band with shouts — + to the music of our mimic french horn and kettle drum chased up + down + joining hands by partners promenaded with double quick steps round the forecastle deck making the deck ring with our laughter — + the rattling music — both music and steps getting quicker + quicker till Tarpsechorz [Terpsichore] herself would have fled agast — + home belles and beaus would have fainted at the sight —our fun was suddenly interrupted by the order to shorten sail — + our quick stepping was only rivaled by our agility aloft for we reduced sail in unusually short time.

The captain, enjoying their sense of play but finding their makeshift music particularly disagreeable, then came up on deck to give them something to better it:

“Old Man liked the fun but didn’t like the music for Old Woman — brot up on deck a new accordion + calling Charley aft consigned it to him with the injunction to use it well — Charley came forward — delighted— + mounting the spars struck up Fisher’s Hornpipe + the strums sounding through the calm evening animated us till Jack or Molly [a crewmate currently crossdressing for the role] + our barefooted stepping got the whole Ship’s Company in a roar — from the Old Woman to Cabin Boy.”

Crew members of the Charles W. Morgan, 1906, taken by Pardon B. Gifford (New Bedford Whaling Museum)

Sometimes music was a little less favorably received. J.T. Langdon, greenhand on the St Peter, 1840s-50s, had brought his fiddle aboard to entertain himself, and at one point taught the Captain how to play it. On the homeward bound stretch--with his patience with the job and everyone on board strained to the limit--he grumbled about music-making halting getting home quickly:

"There seems to be an little disregard to sailing the vessel on the part of the Captain and the Mate. The 'Old Man' will saw away on his 'old fiddle' and the mate will tinker and the ship goes where she likes. I have sometimes almost cursed the day that I learned the Cap'n to fiddle."

Sometimes, sailing be damned, it was time for an entire musical production, as on veteran whaler John Martin's ship, the Lucy Ann, 1841. He wrote out the Program along with the nicknames of the performers.

"We finished this day with a grand concert given by the whole crew. The audience were sea gulls. The following is the programme of the concert. Programme Part 1st Song. One eyed Riley With chorus by whole crew. - By Chub. "There was a Sheppards daughter, Kept sheep on yander hill" - by Lightning Song. I hit her right on her stinking Machine - by Hominy Head Solo. On Kent Bugle by - myself Part 2nd Song. Cant you wont you stay a little longer - by Turpin "Turkish Lady - Black Leg Duette with Drum & Fife - Chub & [left blank] Part 3rd Song. My dogs eyes makes mince pies - Steward "Morgan Ratler - Spunyarn "The Meremaid in three parts by - Hardy "Trayum with chorus by crew Part 4th Song. Kelly the Pirate - King David "Tally ho - Spunyarn "Lord Lovell that went strange, countries for to see - Hardy Solo. on flute by - Young Norval Part 5th Song. Fanny Blair - Turpin "French Lady - Mizen "All the girls in our town - Steward Part 6th Song. So early in the morning, the Sailors love the bottle O. - by Mocho a color'd Gentleman "Milkmaid - Hominy Head "Two little sisters walking up the street" - Jersey Grand Chorus by the whole Crew on Bugle, Drum, Fife, Flute, Violins, Triangles, &c. & wound up by The mate telling us if we did not quit making such a damned noise he would heave a bucket of stinking water over us. Ends the same.

An excerpt of John Martin's above program:

Often, in the backs of journals whalemen would write songs that are still known today. Rolling Down to Old Maui, Blow Ye Winds, Coast of Peru, Homeward Bound, Saucy Sailor, etc. These were learned on the job, or exchanged between crew mates. From the journal of William Buel of the Wave, 1856, the lyrics to Saucy Sailor which he learned from a fellow greenhand:

"I am young my love and I am frolicsome Good natured kind and free And I don't care a single toss my boys What the world says of me ~~~~ Learnt from my friend Joseph F Horan"

There's something quite lovely to having a shared thread from their lives into the present. We might be separated by a gulf of over a century, but we know the lyrics to the same songs.

Some whalers composed their own songs, too. I'll close with one written by career whaleman Joseph Dias, when he was captain of the St. George in 1853. He ended his lyrics with the note 'Read and Circulate', so I see it as my duty to do him a small kindness 170 years later by circulating it now.

Paradox Come all ye shipmates lend an ear And the truth you soon shall hear Of the Ship St. George in the zealous sea Who is raiseing hell it seems to me — The way we try to get our grease So to strike three whales and save a piece Beside two whales of india ruber The boatsteerer swore to be slack blubber — Very poor advice I freely lend Of a way I highly recommend To take a crowbar and punch a hole Drive in the iron and the pole — Hang to your line till all is blue Either kill him or he kill you We want a man upon the docket To go ahead like david Crockett -- Promoting men at our expense Takes our dollars with our pence Besides it throws our work away This thing For sure will never pay — To see the whales was once the cry They are here where e're you turn your eye They have raced for rise to sitting sun Been on a dozen and killed but one — To man that’s taught in a bowhead school Will find himself here but a fool Read and Circulate

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dear-indies · 4 months

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Hi! Uhm, if it's possible (totally get it if not), can you guys help me look for alternative face claims for Jack Black? I had a character that used to have him as a face claim, but I don't feel comfortable using him anymore, since he's pro-Israel. Thank you for your time, if this reached you and I hope you have a nice day or night, whatever time it might be!

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The Sign of Four - ITV - November 29, 1987

Mystery

Running Time: 103 minutes

Stars:

Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes

Edward Hardwicke as Dr. John H. Watson

Rosalie Williams as Mrs. Hudson

Robin Hunter as Major Sholto

Ronald Lacey as Thaddeus and Bartholomew Sholto

John Thaw as Jonathan Small

Kiran Shah as Tonga

Jenny Seagrove as Miss Mary Morstan

Terence Skelton as Captain Morstan

Emrys James as Inspector Athelney Jones

Dave Atkins as Mordecai Smith

William Ash as Jack Smith

Lila Kaye as Mrs. Smith

Courtney Roper-Knight as Wiggins

#The Sign of Four #TV #ITV #1987 #1980's #Mystery #Jeremy Brett #Edward Hardwicke #Jenny Seagrove #John Thaw #Ronald Lacey

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defensivewall · 10 months

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PHIL FODEN & JACK GREALISH - England v North Macedonia: Group C - UEFA EURO 2024 Qualifying Round - June 19, 2023

Photo by Marc Atkins

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 10 months

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Psycho Analysis: Bowser

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Most of the time, saying a character needs no introduction is a bit of an exaggeration, because there is always the chance, however slim, that someone has not heard of that character. That’s not the case here, though; you could go to the deepest, most isolated jungle tribe on Earth, ask the villagers if they’ve heard of Mario, and they’ll all start singing out the Mario theme music. With that in mind, today’s subject absolutely needs no introduction, but out of respect for the King of Koopas I’ll give him one anyway: This is Bowser.

Bowser is not simply a video game villain. Bowser is THE video game villain. Like Mario, Peach, and Luigi, this big old turtle is pretty much a household name, loved far and wide for his iconic design, simple yet effective boss battles, and his inexplicable yet somehow still understandable sexiness. The question is, can I make it through this review without making some sort of crude comment about the raw sexuality the King of Koopas exudes? Lets find out!

Motivation/Goals: Bowser from day one has always been a pretty simple man. All he wants in life is those peaches, peaches, peaches… And I mean, really, can you blame him?

Yes, his motivations and goals are pretty simple and shallow, but he always manages to make something as trite as rescuing a damsel in distress fun and refreshing. His strict adherence to basic formula leaves a lot of room for mixing things up though, and this same adherence makes the times when he breaks tradition and does something like fight on Mario’s side all the better. And sometimes it’s clear Bowser just wants to relax and fuck around by karting, playing board games, or competing in some sort of sport.

It’s a fun little twist on that old “Knight rescues a princess from a dragon,” except the dragon is a giant turtle and the knight is an Italian plumber (a more powerful force than any knight could hope to be). Of course, the fact Bowser is incredibly obsessed with a woman despite her wanting nothing to do with him means that Bowser is—you guessed it—a

Performance: Hoo boy, are there a lot of Bowser voice actors.

The cartoons used Harvey Atkins, who delivered a fun and cartoonish take on Bowser; Marc Graue voiced him in Hotel Mario, but this isn’t shocking as he was basically every male character in that game; Peter Cullen technically voiced him from 1996 to 2006 due to archival roars he provided for the 1976 remake of King Kong being repurposed for Bowser’s own roars; Charles Martinet provided his iconic evil laughs for 64; Kenny James is his current voice actor; Jack Black turned in a very against type performance in the Illumination movie; and Dennis Hopper of all people portrayed him in the live action film from the 90s. And these are just the ones I wanted to highlight! There are a few English voice actors I skipped as well as his extensive Japanese voice cast! Here’s the complete list, just so I’m not here all day:

The point I’m trying to make is this: Bowser’s iconic status is completely a group effort, and each of these dudes helped contribute to Bowser’s status in our hearts and minds in their own unique ways.

Final Fate: It really depends on the game or movie or whatever, but he is always defeated by Mario at any rate. Sometimes he’s simply defeated and sent on his way; sometimes he’s captured and imprisoned, like in the animated movie; and sometimes he just fucking dies, like in the live action movie and New Super Mario Bros. Don’t worry, he gets better.

Best Scene: Bowser in the earlier games had rather simple boss fights, though they weren’t completely unmemorable. Still, out of his early days it’s hard to deny his epic battle against Yoshi in the finale of Yoshi’s Island, where his child self is grown to gargantuan size and ominously lumbers towards you from the background while a hardcore boss tune blasts through your speakers, is the peak of his NES/SNES days.

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Then we have his early forays into 3D, and it’s inarguable that the boss fights he has against Mario in the timeless classic Super Mario 64 are some of his best, even if they are rather simplistic. I mean, this is where we got “So long, Gay Bowser!” from, can you really deny its place in Mario history? And those are just a couple! We could probably sit here all day talking about his great battles in games like Odyssey, New Super Mario Bros, Galaxy, and so on.

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Bowser’s most impressive showing outside of the games is The Super Mario Bros. Movie. The initial teaser for the film, which showcased his opening fight against the penguin kingdom, really helps establish Bowser as the threat he is, and the final battle and the wedding scene in the movie are some of his greatest villain moments to date. But I’m going to be cliché and give the spotlight to his villain song, “Peaches.”

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Here’s the thing, though: As a song, “Peaches” kind of sucks. It’s just Jack Black saying “Peaches” fifty times in a row and then making Jack Black noises. But that’s also what makes it so genuinely great; in the hands of a lesser actor/musician, this really would just be the dumbest shit imaginable, but in the hamtastic hands of Jack Black the song has become an instant legend. I think the visuals and the beautiful piano playing really help, not to mention the official music video where JB dresses up as Bowser and tosses peaches around. Lyrically it’s nothing to write home about, but man does the performance really sell it.

Oh yeah and there’s this too:

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Final Thoughts & Score

It is near impossible to overstate how iconic, important, and downright awesome Bowser is.

Like, this guy is the final boss. He pretty much codified what that means in terms of video games, being one of the first iconic big bads of gaming and the first adversary a lot of gamers fought. It’s kind of hard to believe today, but the original Mario games were genuinely some of the most groundbreaking games of all time, and the only reason it’s hard to believe is because video games have been building off the groundwork they laid down back in the 80s. Bowser is no exception; every single video game villain, especially platformer villains, owes a debt of gratitude to the king of the Koopas.

I think part of the reason Bowser has managed to survive and thrive through console generation after console generation is because he, much like the rest of the core Mario cast, is extremely versatile as a character and can slip into any situation with relative ease. He can be an evil overlord, a bratty child, a loving father, a kart racer, an Olympic champion, a platform fighter combatant, the owner of a Coney Island disco palace, a giant skeleton, a board game player, it doesn’t matter! Bowser can do it all! He can be a goofy, bumbling comedy villain or he can be a galaxy-destroying threat that would make Thanos shit himself, he has range like you wouldn’t believe!

It helps that both times he has shown up in a movie he has managed to be a scene-stealing smorgasbord of ham and cheese. Dennis Hopper’s madcap, in-it-for-the-money-but-not-half-assing-it performance in the live action film is so delightfully over the top that he manages to make the mere act of saying “Monkey” and “Bob-Omb” memorable and meme-worthy. While he’s a bit far off from what you’d totally want from Bowser, and his saurian form gets relegated to a two second cameo before his death, it’s hard for me to really give him less than a solid 7/10. He’s just too damn fun.

Meanwhile, Jack Black delivered a performance so good that it makes it easy to overlook the many problems the movie has (like its terrible needle drops). He’s just so fun, funny, and even genuinely intimidating, perfectly mixing all of the traits that make people love Bowser into one big, juicy package. I think everyone knew this was going to be a 10/10 performance right from the moment it was announced, but still it was pretty impressive just how well Black was able to slip into Bowser to the point he was almost unrecognizable at times.

No one would argue that Bowser deserves less than an 11/10; he is genuinely one of the single most important characters of the 21st century, and has made a mark on gaming that very few villains could match. He is to final bosses what Dracula is to vampires, what the Wicked Witch is to witches, and what Fu Manchu is to racist caricatures of Asian people. Other villains have more depth and complexity than Bowser, but that doesn’t really matter when he kidnaps Peach for the thousandth time and throws an army of freaky mushroom men and crazy turtles at you, because you’re gonna be there helping Mario stomp those Goombas to get to him. Bowser is just an icon, and his place in video game history is absolutely, utterly gargantuan.

JUST LIKE HIS DICK!

#Psycho Analysis #Bowser #Jack Black #Dennis Hopper #Super Mario Bros.#Youtube

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brokehorrorfan · 5 months

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Scream Factory has revealed the specs for its Funeral Home Blu-ray. Originally due out on January 30, it will now be released on February 6. The 1980 Canadian slasher film is also known as Cries in the Night.

William Fruet (Killer Party) directs from a script by Ida Nelson. Lesleh Donaldson, Kay Hawtrey, Jack Van Evera, Alf Humphreys, and Harvey Atkin star. Mark Irwin (Scream, The Fly) serves as director of photography.

Special features are listed below.

Special features:

Audio commentary by film historians Jason Pichonsky and Paul Corupe (new)

Isolated score selections & audio interview with music historian Douglass Fake (new)

Audio interviews with actor Lesleh Donaldson, first assistant director Ray Sager, and production assistant Shelley Allen (new)

Interview with director of photography Mark Irwin (new)

Interviews with art director Susan Longmire and set assistant Elinor Galbraith (new)

Interview with Premier Drive-In Theatres president Brian Allen (new)

Original filming location footage (new)

Theatrical trailer

Video trailer

TV spots

Radio spots

Still gallery

Young and easily frightened Heather (Lesleh Donaldson) is called to stay with her grandmother in the hopes of helping her turn an old funeral home into a bed-and-breakfast. But strange happenings and unexplained murders around the home quickly make this vacation spot a “dead-and-breakfast.” It is up to Heather to investigate the eerie and creepy corners of the former funeral home to unlock a decades-old secret. Will she survive long enough to solve the mystery?

Pre-order Funeral Home.

#funeral home #horror #80s horror #1980s horror #slasher #canadian horror #canadian film #scream factory #dvd #gift #80s slashers #killer party #scream #the fly #Lesleh Donaldson

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bulletinboard-writings · 3 months

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4 F's of February

Feast: Lyrics

A lot of song lyrics from very romantic songs. And a lot of country music because... old southern values means a lot of food talk in the lifetime story... Anyway, enjoy and write responsibly.

"I keep on hopin' we'll get cake by the ocean." Cake by the Ocean by DNCE

"And a little bit of chicken fried." Chicken Fried by Darius Rucker

"Sugar, oh honey honey." Sugar Sugar by Dylan Delato

"All you gotta do is put a drink in my hand." Drink in my Hand by Eric Church

"Pour some sugar on me." Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard

"Tequila makes her clothes fall off." Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off by Joe Nichols

"Sugar pie, honey bunch." I Can't Help Myself by The Four Tops

"A caramel-colored sunset sky." Watching Airplanes by Gary Allan

"She's my cherry pie!" Cherry Pie by Warrant

"Big straw hat, banana drink." Key Lime Pie by Kenny Chesney

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts." I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts by Danny Kane

"Caramel kisses you send my way." Caramel Kisses by Faith Evans

"Have some chicken and some baked beans." That's What I Love About Sunday by Craig Morgan

"Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth." Song of the South by Alabama

"Life is just a bowl of cherries." Cheeseburger in Paradise by Jimmy Buffet

"Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine." Watermelon Crawl by Tracy Byrd

"And I'm eating rice and pintos." Do You Want Fries With That? by Tim McGraw

"You be my glass of wine, I'll be your shot of whiskey." Honey Bee by Blake Shelton

"Watch my corn pop up in rows." Where the Green Grass Grows by Tim McGraw

"Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey." Rain is a Good Thing by Luke Bryan

"And he said, 'Honey, you oughta know." All-American Girl by Carrie Underwood

"Her ruby red lips was sippin' on sweet tea." Barefoot Blue Jean Night by Jake Owen

"What a field looks like full of corn and cotton." Take a Back Road by Rodney Atkins

"Just a spoon full of sugar make it better real quick." Stuck Like Glue by Sugarland

"Fallin' on deaf ears of corn." International Harvester by Craig Morgan

"Is a double shot of Crown." Bartender by Lady A

"For barbeques, tailgates, fairs and festivals." Red Solo Cup by Toby Keith

"You're as sweet as strawberry wine." Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton

And a few extra lyrics to swap out during the month.

"Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack." Tik Tok by Ke$ha

"Baby look like a candy." Candy by Mingo (feat. Chloe

"O my darling, sugar" Dear Ariaella by Blessed Branco

"Could you hand me some sugar?" Sugar by Way Too Fast Zombies

"I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart." Bubblegum B*tch by Marina

Buy me a Kofi?

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so. might've created some more dsaf ocs.

sorta kinda revamped my boy Morgan, and gave him a partner.

so, brief run down on the two of them before and after death:

Morgan Bane (pre-death):

he/they

transmasc nonbinary dude

around 5'4"-5'6"

Anxiety Personified™

he's just queer in general. they don't know what their exact sexuality is.

also autistic.

worked as Fredbear's night guard after Jack...y'know.

started dating Casey while they were working together.

called Casey his "Lil Honeybun."

he just needs a hug so fucking bad.

Henry kinda scared them, so they'd generally ask Casey to go talk to him for them. eventually, Henry got sick of Morgan not speaking to him directly and pretty much would just send Casey back with the message of "if he has something to say to me, tell him to come say it to my face himself." despite Morgan saying that it was fine and that he could handle it, Casey would still go with him and would just glare at Henry through the doorway.

has...slight (major) dependency issues with Casey. is generally viewed as being "clingy" towards it.

worked at Fredbear's from 1974-1977.

Casey Atkins (pre-death):

she/it

genderqueer gal

5'9"-5'10"

also autistic.

she's pretty quiet, and doesn't talk much. except with Morgan.

calls Morgan "Scaredy Cat." in a lighthearted way.

worked at Fredbear's as a technician. also after Jack...y'know.

doesn't like Henry. like. At All.

worked at Fredbear's from late 1973-1977.

"Phone Guy"/Morgan (post-death):

died due to a Springlock Failure in October of 1977.

woke up in The Factory, half programmed, and immediately panicked and asked where Casey was. they also started saying some...concerning things. such as "P-Please tell me I saved her, tell me she isn't dead, I-I can't live with myself if she's dead-" and "Casey? Casey, please, where are you?! I-Is it here?! Casey, Honeybun, where are you-?!"

almost no one was able to get close enough to touch him to get him to calm down, or to shut him down to finish reprogramming him, so they decided to leave him be until he'd calm down.

uh...long story short, he never did.

given that they were pretty sure that he could not be trusted to work alone (he was almost constantly begging to know where Casey was, seemed to be trying to escape The Factory at any opportunity to go look for her), they just decide to send him to random Fazbender locations to be a "co-manager" of sorts, and basically make him the other Phone Guys' problem.

they seem to be interested in talking to this weird shadowy rabbit that lingers in the restaurants...and they call it "Casey," too...weird, huh?

(Henry got both Morgan and Casey springlocked on the same day; Morgan in Fredbear and Casey in Springbonnie. after being springlocked, Morgan tried to crawl over to Casey in a desperate attempt to save her and get her out of the suit. Henry, however, started to drag Morgan away from it as they started to black out from pain and blood loss. they died not too long afterwards. Henry's exact reason for wanting the two of them dead isn't clear, but maybe it was another situation similar to Steven's where he didn't necessarily need a reason; he just could and he did.)

"The Hare"/Casey (post-death):

died due to a Springlock Failure in October of 1977.

appears as a shadowy version of Bonnie, with glowing eyes, tears, and teeth (basically Shadow Bonnie).

seems aggressive to just about everyone, but will especially act aggressive towards Dave (and Jack, if he's doing an Evil Route).

hangs around Morgan a lot of the time, like it's watching over them.

speaks Very cryptically.

hangs over Morgan's shoulder when he talks to others.

will suddenly, randomly glitch and scream out in agony, as though she's feeling the pain of being springlocked all over again.

(got springlocked by Henry alongside Morgan. she managed to keep herself alive through sheer willpower for about two hours before she finally died. it took the form of Bonnie as a sort constant, taunting reminder to Henry of what he'd done to it and Morgan. she haunted him for years, up until Henry got dragged to the Void, at which point she left to go find Morgan.)

(nobody knows what became of Casey's corpse, as no one at The Factory had mentioned its body being shipped there, and no one knew who Casey was when Morgan begged for them to find it.)

might draw them later. They <3

#dsaf oc #dsaf #Morgan and Casey my beloveds <3

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ceceliawrites · 5 days

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who i will write for

requests open

btw: i do and will write smut if requested

criminal minds

spencer reid

aaron hotchner

luke alvez

mcu (all characters over 18)

peter parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

bucky barnes

steve rogers

thor

loki

druig

outer banks (all characters over 18)

jj maybank

john b routledge

rafe cameron

supernatural

dean winchester

sam winchester

john winchester

pretty little liars (all characters over 18)

jason dilaurentis

mike montgomery

noel kahn

caleb rivers

shameless (all characters over 18)

lip gallagher

carl gallagher

13 reasons why (all characters over 18)

scott reed

justin foley

zach dempsey

jeff atkins

harry potter

draco malfoy

remus lupin

sirius black

james potter

percy jackson (all characters over 18)

percy jackson

luke castellan

jason grace

leo valdez

charles beckendorf

apollo

hermes

blue bloods

jamie reagan

danny reagan

station 19

jack gibson

grey's anatomy

andrew deluca

mark sloan

alex karev

random celebrities (all characters over 18)

harry styles

shawn mendes

niall horan

joshua bassett

andrew garfield

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oldfacesnewdawnoffical · 1 year

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Tyl / Celosia / Feather / “Purrheale” Featherwhisker

Allay of the Woodruff Faction (as of: the start of A Dream of Destiny)

A large, long-legged, very fluffy, senior mostly-white gray colorpoint jack with amber eyes and mourning dove feathers growing from their muzzle.

Wears poppy petals and leaves scattered throughout their fur; yellow headed blackbird feathers at their chest and shoulders; and an allay’s satchel at their side and under their forelegs. Ties the fur beneath their jaw with twine, and the fur on either side of their chest with twine and carved citrine beads; twin citrine pendants hang below each allay bag.

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Littermate of Rhema Songfall†. Auncle of Monarchmask and Fritillaryheart. Ex-Partner of Willowfur of the Fenland. Ren of Willowpelt. Adoptive grandparent of Darkstripe. Grandparent of Bear.

Trained by Purrheale Sagewhisker† of the Fenland and Sors Goosefang†. Trained Sors Spottedleaf.

186 moons old (equivalent to a 77 year old)

Insightful, Practical, Gentle | ESTJ-A

Non-binary // Aromantic-Pansexual // (He/She/Theirs)

Vivec - The Elder Scrolls - Robin Atkin Downes

Name implies a fluffy cat who is sensitive and good at tracking.

#ITS SO LOW RES #WHY IS IT SO LOW RES #AAAGGHHHH #hopefully y’all can still read the notes T^T #also: all character cards are gonna have the headshots at the bottom now #cause I’m real proud of them and I want y’all to see them up close and in high res :D #old faces new dawn #ofnd: featherwhisker #the woodruff faction #featherwhisker #character card

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nancypullen · 13 days

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A Day Off

Hallelujah! What a perfect day. I worked until six o'clock on Wednesday and practically danced out of the library. I have been rotating between the information desk and the circulation desk and the good citizens of this county have worn me out. The last several days have been a bit wonky. There were ten thousand calls asking if we have free eclipse glasses -we didn't, but could direct you to a place that does and/or provide instructions for making your own viewer out of a cereal box and aluminum foil. There was an event giving away free laptops to qualifying residents that was like the last flight out of Saigon. In the words of an unflappable coworker, "There was chaos in every corner of the building." Don't even get me started about Mercury being in retrograde. Like I said, wonky. Saturday was actually quite nice because it was opening day for Little League and there was a parade down Market Street with plenty of cute kids. When I arrived home on Saturday the Edgewater gang showed up and we celebrated Mr. Pullen's birthday. Jamie and I convinced the fellas to accompany us to a greenhouse to hunt for some plants, a greenhouse that the grandgirl said was "in the middle of nowhere". She wasn't wrong. We came home with lots of lovelies for the gardens, a successful trip! This is my favorite picture snapped over the weekend. Tyler and Jamie in a chess battle on the front porch. Never say it's not exciting around here.

I was back to work on Monday (eclipse day) for three busy days, and now I'm free! We delayed our trip to Lancaster for a day to let the bad weather blow through, so we'll leave in the morning, stay over Friday night, and come home later on Saturday. I'm anticipating some fun. Speaking of fun, here's another photo I loved. I'm pretty sure that I'm allowed to post this because she's masked. No one could ever identify her from this photo (and I've been good for six years). I'll delete if they ask. Anyway, this is our little miss on Monday. Isn't it cute pic?

Fast forward to today and I've shed all of the work nonsense and I'm feeling quite content. I spent the entire morning weeding and preparing flower beds, then planting some of the pretties that I picked up at Ball Greenhouses last week. I know I'm early, but these are hardy girls. If Mother Nature turns fickle I'll just be the crazy lady running around tossing sheets over gardens. Wouldn't be the first time. It's a small price to pay for the happiness of today. Working the dirt and dreaming of the blooms to come was good for my soul. I needed this day. Another little something that has recently delighted me is this stuff.

Because I'm at work for nine hours, I have recently become addicted to sugary, fattening, fancy coffee drinks. I'd zip through Starbucks on my lunch break and pick up an iced caramel macchiato , then I started buying the bottles at the grocery store and filling my big sippy cup (that I normally use for water) in the mornings. I was adding way too many calories to my day. So, I searched for a healthier replacement drink that would still give me the boost - and I found it! I'm not on Atkins or Keto or any of those diets, but I definitely appreciate the low sugar/carb count. This protein shake has the same amount of caffeine as a cup of coffee, with added protein and fiber. It's a win! I can have this for breakfast and feel no guilt. Getcha' some! This post is sort of all over the place, sorry about that. I don't have a lot to say and I didn't sit down with a plan. I just opened my laptop and wanted to say hi. I do miss having more time to spend being silly here. The older I get the less I care about being silly. Look at these cool sunglasses I bought in a little shop in Chestertown. Silly for a woman my age? Yes. Do I care? Absolutely not.

I just notice that my name tag for work is all jacked up by my seatbelt. Hope I straightened that out once I got there, but I don't remember doing it. Oops. Several of you have asked about whether or not I'm enjoying my job. It's complicated. I've mentioned my lovely coworkers, I've mentioned that I'm having fun doing the displays, there are plenty of positives. I'm trying to focus on what I have gained and not what I have lost. I do miss having time for hobbies, doing more than work, eat, sleep, repeat. Of course, as I type this I'm looking ahead to three days off - wonderful! The 16th will mark three months in my position, so I do feel I've given it a fair shake...and I just don't know. I'm really pouring a lot of energy, creativity, and effort into this job and I do feel that it's appreciated. They are very nice to me and pay me adequately. I'm just undecided if it's a fair trade for my freedom. I mostly talk about the fun parts, the nice parts, but there are also the not-so-fun parts. A surprising number of books are returned with bed bugs. We have two large "stink boxes" that are usually full of books returned that reek of everything from cigarette smoke, pot, or just general funk. They sit in there with charcoal rocks until they're bearable. Lots of people are rude, really rude. I got used to that when I was in the airline industry, but it doesn't make it any more pleasant. I could go on, couldn't we all? No job is ever perfect, and in the past I tolerated the unpleasant aspects because I had no choice. I don't have to do that anymore. I've been asked to take on some summer programming work - fun activities with kids, outreach booths at festivals, that sort of thing. I'm looking forward to that, and it's been a while since I've had things to look forward to. Well, that's not true. I've had loads of fun family stuff that happened and even a trip to Ireland in the last year, but as far as having something that gives me a chance to actually use my brain and any meager talents I have - this is the first chance since we left Tennessee. I just wish it wasn't so exhausting. Is that just me being sixty? It's kind of funny that I'm twenty to thirty years older than nearly everyone I work with, but they're all so tired. I don't want to scare them about getting older, but I feel like I should drop hints like, "I hope you like ibuprofen..." or "Enjoy those cute shoes while you can..." Honestly, I work circles around most of them, and I shouldn't. Where is their energy? I have to admit that when I'm shelving, and for some reason all of our shelves have books at floor level (why??), it is not fun getting up and down. I actually love shelving because the more books I touch the more familiar I am with the collection, but that bottom shelf will be the death of me. I snapped this picture last week when I was processing books. Some were going out to other libraries, some had been requested locally and were going on our hold shelf, some were being checked in and returned to our shelves.

That back wall is my work area. To the left you can see some of the 50+ craft bags that I assembled to go home with our little visitors. I love those. They have all of the supplies and instructions needed to complete a small craft. To the right of the craft bags are a couple of shelves of books pulled for mending or labeling. Under the desk are the infamous stink boxes. I wish they'd let me decorate this work room. It needs color and art. It should be pretty. Pretty isn't very important around here. That's definitely something I miss about the south. I put a little bit of the south into one of my small displays. We have a good collection of cookbooks here, so I grabbed a tablecloth and sign from our house, and voila!

This hardly counts as a display - just two pieces of decor and some books, but it's working - people are checking out cookbooks! I swap them out every couple of days to keep it interesting. Here's another little bit of nothing - just pillow stuffing glued to cardstock for clouds, the raindrops are cardstock and string. Rainy Day Reads!

See what I mean? None of it is great (I have no budget!) but it's the fun part. So much of the rest is exhausting. They're advertising for a couple of new positions, so maybe if they find the right people I could work fewer hours. If that were the case I could do this for a long time. I'm already cooking up some fun ideas for May. I have my book lists ready and one display will definitely be "Once Upon a Crime..." complete with crime scene tape and a chalk body outline on the floor (actually white painters tape). I may do a Sci-Fi display with an alien saying, "Take me to your reader." We have a huge biography section though, so I probably should use those instead. I could make a giant name tag, like the ol' "Hello, my name is______" that we've all had to wear at some point. I could put up a sign that says Meet someone new, try a biography and put out a variety of interesting people - founding fathers to modern musicians, CoCo Chanel to Sally Ride. Anywho, just letting those ideas rattle around in my brain. I'll figure it out. Wow, I've rambled far too long and it's all disjointed and kooky. I guess I was overdue for a visit here. I'm happy today because I'm home. I hope that you're happy too, or at least on your way to being happy. I suppose we all have to figure out what that means for us, and where it is for us. I know it's not on that damn bottom shelf at the library.

The mister is turning off lights and heading for bed, so I guess that's my cue. We'll run off to Lancaster in the morning so I'll be back on Sunday to share a bit of that with you. It may be nothing but Amish buggies in the rain, but I have a feeling we'll find some fun. If you've made it all the way to the end of this snoozefest of a post, give yourself a cookie. You deserve it. Consider yourself hugged. Stay tuned for the Griswolds' adventures in Pennsylvania Dutch country! Until then, stay safe, stay well, and know how very much I've missed you. XOXO, Nancy

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