#norman Q bates over here.

[sodrippy]

q is so fucking weird he is just an nct man who got lost on the way home. my man you are unwell.

#talking to rook abt smth and checking a stat on kprofiles and then reading the little info list is so #this is a walking red flag of a human being #his fave things to watch are horror movies and spongebob. hes known for his high pitched dolphin screams. #his ideal type is someone like his MOTHER?????? #norman Q bates over here. #and ofc the chucky doll he totes around and calls adorable. you belong on an nct unwellness retreat mb king #hes very pretty and talented though this is why hes a scorpio #bc im a scorpio and even when we r freaks we r cool<3

[papermoonloveslucy]

BOB CUMMINGS

June 9, 1910 - December 2, 1990

Robert “Bob” Cummings was born in Joplin, Missouri. His godfather was the aviation pioneer Wilbur Wright, so naturally he got his pilot’s license and studied aeronautical engineering. After the stock market crash of 1929, he gave up flying to study drama in New York City, making his Broadway debut in 1931. In 1934 he moved to Hollywood and started making films. During World War II he was a captain in the Air Force Reserves. His television career kicked off in 1952, winning an Emmy for for a TV production of “12 Angry Men.” Starting in 1955, Cummings starred on a successful NBC sitcom, "The Bob Cummings Show” (aka “Love That Bob”), in which he played Bob Collins, an ex–World War II pilot who became a successful photographer. The show ended in July 1959. It was then that he first teamed with Lucille Ball on an episode of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour.” CBS revived “The Bob Cummings Show” in 1961, but it lasted just one season. He reprised the character of Bob Collins on a 1972 episode of "Here’s Lucy” and returned the following season for another episode. Cummings was married five times and fathered seven children. He died in 1990 at the age of 80. 

Lucille Ball and Bob Cummings first worked together in the penultimate episode of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” “The Ricardos Go To Japan” (November 1959). 

Cummings played himself in Japan to make a film. In reality, his next film, My Geisha (1962) starring Shirley MacLaine and Yves Montand, actually was filmed in Japan, although “The Ricardos Go To Japan” was filmed entirely in Hollywood.  

Lucy and Cummings were just two of the many stars participating in “Hedda Hopper’s Hollywood” (January 10, 1960). Cummings, alone on a soundstage, tells the story of how he was discouraged from pursuing an acting career. Despite this he got an opportunity that turned into the film Three Smart Girls Grow Up (1939). While filming this segment for Hopper, his second TV series “The Bob Cummings Show” had just finished its five season run on CBS.

In a 1972 episode of “Here’s Lucy,” Cummings played Bob Collins, the character he played on his own show “Love That Bob”!  

In the episode, Lucy takes a liking to Bob, although her daughter Kim thinks he is an alcoholic womanizer and goes to great lengths to scare him off. 

In 1973, Cummings returned to "Here’s Lucy” to play Bob Henning, a deceitful antiques dealer who is after a priceless chair Lucy Carter unknowingly bought. To get it back, he pretends to have a romantic interest in Lucy. 

Cummings was in attendance at the “The 38th Primetime Emmy Awards” on September 21, 1986, when Lucille Ball presented the Governor’s Award to Red Skelton. 

THE CUMMINGS CONNECTION

While both “I Love Lucy” and “The Bob Cummings Show” were on the air simultaneously, “Bob” was on Sundays on NBC while “Lucy” held down Mondays on CBS. The first “Bob Cummings Show” (later re-titled “Love That Bob” for syndication, lest it be confused by the same-titled second iteration) was a mid-season replacement that featured many of the same performers as “Lucy”:

Joi Lansing (Shirley Swanson, 24 episodes)

Nancy Kulp (Pamela Livingstone, 16 episodes)

Eliva Allman (Mrs. Montague, 7 episodes)

Marjorie Bennett (Mrs. Neimeyer, 6 episodes)

with Doris Singleton, Benny Rubin, Robert Carson, Lurene Tuttle, Bea Benadaret, Dick Elliott, Doris Packer, Charles Lane, Ruth Brady, Madge Blake, Parley Baer, Hy Averback, Tyler McVey, Hans Conried, Ellen Corby, Jay Novello, Margie Liszt, and Will Wright. 

In 1955, a year after leaving his role as Jerry the Agent on “I Love Lucy”, Jerry Hausner played a show business agent on the series. 

In 1957, “The Bob Cummings Show” did a crossover episode with “The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show” that featured Bea Benadaret as Blanche Morton. 

The second iteration, sometimes referred to as “The New Bob Cummings Show”, ran on CBS for just one season just prior to Lucille Ball launching “The Lucy Show.”  Like Ball’s transformation of “The Lucy Show” into “Here’s Lucy,” Cummings played a different character in a new scenario, but it was basically the same show. Some of the “Lucy” character actors crossed over to the new series, including Paul Debov, Dick Elliott, Charles Lane, Norman Leavitt, and Jay Novello.

Cummings’ first time as a regular on a TV series was on the NBC series “My Hero” which only ran one season on NBC (1952-53), concurrently with season two of “I Love Lucy.” The Los Angeles Times thought the show would "rival ‘I Love Lucy’ in popularity.”  The New York Times accused it of being a copy of ‘I Love Lucy’ and said "Cummings brought a magnificent terribleness to his part." The show was executive produced and part owned by Don Sharpe, who was also connected with ‘I Love Lucy.’  A few “Lucy” players were seen on the show: Arthur Q. Bryan, Hal March, Will Wright, James Burke, Fritz Feld, Eve Whitney, Nestor Paiva, Richard Reeves, Mario Siletti, Florence Bates, Lawrence Dobkin, and Ellen Corby. 

Another one-season series for Robert Cummings was filmed at Desilu, aired on CBS, and ran concurrently with season three of “The Lucy Show”. In “My Living Doll” Cummings played an Air Force psychiatrist in charge of a sexy, naive android (Julie Newmar). “Lucy” actors who were also on “My Living Doll” included Ellen Corby, Joe Mell, Jonathan Hole, Jackie Joseph, Parley Baer, Nestor Paiva, Maurice Marsac, Olan Soule, Tyler McVey, Lurene Tuttle, and Leon Alton. 

Just before leaving “My Three Sons” for health reasons in 1965, William Frawley did one episode of “My Living Doll.”  A few months later a cameo on “The Lucy Show” would be Frawley’s final TV performance. 

Bob Cummings had done three films with William Frawley from 1936 to 1940: 

In 3 Cheers for Love (1936) Cummings and Frawley co-starred with Elizabeth Patterson (Mrs. Trumbull) and Irving Bacon (Will Potter). Patterson and Bacon also played the Willoughbys in “The Marriage License” (ILL S1;E26) in 1952. 

One Night in the Tropics (1940) was the first film appearance of the comedy team of Abbott and Costello. Five years later, Lucille Ball played herself in Abbott and Costello in Hollywood. 

Touchdown, Army (1938) featured an uncredited appearance by Richard Denning, who, ten years later, would play George Cooper, Lucille Ball’s husband on her hit radio series “My Favorite Husband.” 

TV People, February 1956. Interestingly, Hal March (host of “The $64,000 Question”) was also a character actor on “I Love Lucy” and “The Lucy Show.”  Liberace would guest star as himself on “Here’s Lucy” in 1970.  The top of the magazine promises an article about Arthur Godfrey and his singer Janette Davis. Godfrey guest starred as himself on  “The Lucy Show” in 1965. Jack Webb’s series “Dragnet” was second only to “I Love Lucy” in popularity during the 1950s. It served as the model for all other police dramas on television. 

“The Lucy Show” and “Love That Bob” can both be found on discount DVD.  Many episodes of these series’ are no longer covered by copyright and are in the public domain. 

#Robert Cummings #Bob Cummings #The Bob Cummings Show #Love That Bob #lucille ball #the lucy-desi comedy hour #Lucy Goes To Japan #William Frawley #vivian vance #desi arnaz #3 Cheers for Love #One Night in the Tropics #Touchdown Army #My Living Doll #My Hero #Emmy Awards #Here's Lucy #Hedda Hopper's Hollywood

[rexylafemme]

this precious time when time is new

things come full circle all the time. ruben touched down in nyc on saturday. micah and i trekked to laguardia to get him, laughing on the way about how ridiculous we all were in the bay, how we bet our lil ruben looks more grown now, seasoned, hehe. the last time micah, ruben, and i were together was for the full pisces supermoon in late summer, september 2015--the night before micah would move back to nyc, our last full night at our house all together. a month before ruben would leave, two months before i would leave. this time, ruben arrived in time for the virgo full moon, pisces’ opposite, in late winter 2017, the coldest, snowiest week we’ve had.

that last night together in september, we drove to alameda beach armed with paper, some stones, herbs & flowers, gifts & letters from ex-whatevers & poem drafts to throw to the ocean, ruben’s signature drink: fireball whiskey (ew), a blunt, some candles, a mini speaker. all the trappings for a spell for letting go, for saying goodbye. bitch better have my money on in the car ride there, our heads hanging out the window, boisterous--our anthem for that year (/always), being broke, undervalued, and continuously doing too much work for too little or free, retail and retail and food service and gigs and workshops and unofficial art modeling and freelance writing and recording and plans that kept falling through. now we were in the home stretch. we laid down our blanket, we set out our herbs, our stones, our candles. we sat in a triangle, wrote silently for awhile: what we would surrender to the bay, what we would leave there, what we couldn’t keep or hold anymore. also, what new journeys we needed new strength for.

we went around and said some words about what we’d written, said some sentimental stuff about each other. poured out some fireball, passed it around til it was gone--so sickly sugary & spicy like melted/liquefied big red gum, coating yr mouth and throat. we stuffed our losses in the bottle and walked to the shoreline. we fumbled trying to figure out a way for all three of us to hold the bottle while we threw it, haha. the moon hung to the left of our viewscape, leaving a moving trail of yellow on the water as we watched the bottle bobble away. i walked into the water alone up to my waist--feeling grateful, trying to absolve myself of this place and all its failures, looking up at the moon and asking it my questions about what next and help and please don’t let us lose this. hearing micah and ruben laugh from the sand, smiling to myself with love for them, sighing and crying a little. no turning back now, can’t hold onto everything, nothing is forever, and then it was over, the night. tomorrow everything would be different. just one more chip off an already broken heart. 

“nothing’s changed!” micah exclaimed laughing as we stood propped against the subway doors on the Q train to brooklyn. ruben and i fake-fighting, the bates motel norma and norman faux-codependence theatrical game we’d play-- we all go a little mad sometimes, there’s a cord between our hearts, etc. the three of us hugging and giggling. after almost two hours of traveling from queens to flatbush, we wound up at micah and sharmin’s for game night. i was in the middle of a two-week marathon of insomnia and ptsd nights, so i was feeling raw/cranky/crazy/depleted/negative and was waiting for my affections to catch up with the present moment. ruben! friends! games! you don’t wanna go home and write by yourself, rex, you fool. it’s saturday night! but knowing when i’m like this, at night i get all weird & doubtful & dark, but reminding myself to just be myself, relax, remember what’s good, no pressure, if you need to leave, you can. and you might even enjoy yourself. and of course i didn’t wind up going home til 2am, spent and full, as suddenly the future hit--clocks springing ahead to 3am for daylight savings.

but before that, sharmin’s friends arrived trickle by trickle until there were about ten of us.  uno, jenga, slapjack, drinks, snacks, bullshit, taboo (team names: beyonce v. solange, and ruben and i were on the solange team, the weirder, low key underdog, and we won), stories, music, nintendo, laughter, newness, familiarity. it felt so nourishing to be in a room full of working class folks, folks from queens and bk, and ruben & micah: the two down suburban qts, home people--that easiness and fluency that comes with not having to explain yourself, everyone just getting it, breathing room & shared experiences.  micah and i trying to explain all the wild connections between the people in the bay and the people out here. how i met sharmin, tanya (& tres tho only briefly), and jesse through black brunch organizing in 2014 when i was visiting home from the bay. learning sharmin and jesse both were from my qnz hood and knew my childhood bff ro through other organizing avenues. jova and reuben knew sharmin, too, and tanya and tres, jova having told me tanya and i needed to know each other way before this meeting bc of our poor white femme nyc/nj lives. later, when i moved home and jova was so right about tanya and me, and someow tres & tanya had known micah round the way (?!?!?!). and before that, when micah first moved back to nyc, he called me to talk about some amazing femme he met at the club--something that never happens for us--being so enchanted or even pursued at the club (partially bc we never even bothered to go), and as he described her, i was like, “wait, is her name sharmin???” hehehe, clearly micah can’t get enough of catty witches from queens. explaining the connections between all the ex-friends-&-lovers, too--nyc, the bay-- disenchantments & the chaos and the relief that it was all over. happy to be laughing about it now. ending stories. we have no past, we won’t reach back; keep with me forward all through the night.

origin stories. apparently, the first night ruben moved into our 668 apartment, micah and i were hosting a big party. i laughed and apologized retroactively, but it so sums up where we were at at the time. ruben said it helped him integrate tho, he felt welcomed and i remember being so thrilled to introduce him to everyone. realizing how much the three of us got each other through those two years--all the drama, all the marches, the confusion, blowouts, heartbreaks, housing scares, bad jobs, the nights, the mornings--waking up with glitter on our faces, splayed eyeliner, party carnage, or just waking up to work & life fatigue, big breakfasts, sitting in the sun on our stoop year-round. so much we shared and still a lot of room for things we couldn’t say and didn’t have to. but, how home the three of of us felt to each other then, and now, and how we extended that sense of home to others--sometimes guests sleeping over in every room of the house except the kitchen, our place a safe zone on march routes, multiple sets of people staying with us through rocky times, the big meals we’d host when i was working at  farmers’ markets & the spice shop simultaneously, pooper cat game nights, the trigger warning performance series + parties we threw out of the house. talya called our place the gay frat house (tho i have to say in defense that it was quite clean). leo sun/leo rising/leo moon trio. so familiar, so sweet, so effortless, so open. our little clubhouse, our little family. remembering is good if you don’t let it be the fear in you.

i think we felt lacking then, i think we felt we couldn’t get our footing or find somewhere where we belonged-- but looking back, we created what we didn’t have and we invited other people into it. all the adult misfits. we got burned by being open indiscriminately and it made us shrinking violets by the end, but we’re blooming again now. riding that bloom wave.

at one point the other night, i overheard sharmin say to a friend, “aren’t they so cute? they’re such teen boys over there.” as we were sitting in a corner doing our thing. and that was always true of our vibe-- our bond full of youthful, long-lost brother feels. but, soft, feminine boys, & sometimes we’re not boys at all. 668 40th st, living one up from hell, we’d joke, which maybe is what gifted us that mythical queer fountain-of-youth gene where we look 17 forever. young leos. after long days of work + grad school madness (me) or undergrad madness (ruben), in between assignments, projects, art, meetings, shifts, we were always watching movies from our childhoods, making forts, running around in our underwear, making art on the floor in the living room, doing drag, playing board games, talking shit, pushing each other around and wrestling and cuddling and teasing each other, holding hands and being protective of each other when we had to. our intimacy--so easy & necessary & good & a balm from the bad intimacies we got lost in at times. we grew together: we all taught each other things and challenged each other, especially through our differences. bb ruben had never met a trans person before and micah and i were like “well, here we are!” and both of us so different in our trans-ness. we were all so inviting & open to excavating each other so we could be better at honoring who we all were.

and in new york now, finally living here on my own terms, regardless of the obstacles: housing scares and failures, the last of the bad intimacies (i hope), and family, i am thinking of who i was before. the sense of un-belonging that’s had me leaving new york over and over, the pain of lineage that had me craving escape, craving to be someone else, craving to leave them all behind. while simultaneously always trying to make sense of the people i come from so i could make sense of myself: the grief i never let go of, the contradictions, the violence and the nourishment of us. how all of this and my own self within it--freakish, theatrical, full of shadows, so of them & yet so so other--had me always searching. the people, the others: i was always looking for and the ones i always found. there were the inexplicably lovable yet destructive ones who reified all of the patterns in me i was always trying to leave behind, and then i finally did. bye. and then all the people who were so new; whose influence, paired with my own, allowed us to make something from nothing-- magic, create beauty from old tragedies, whether we spoke of them or not. cosmic people, like ruben and micah, the pretty, sweet boys. boys who weren’t afraid to cry or to touch or to admit to love and fear and failure and wanting. and the three of us, whoever we are and will be, knowing our love was/is strong enough to withhold our leaving, being apart, and all of the transformations that would flush out of walking away, of change. that there would always be a road back. paths that cross will cross again!

and ruben is still here until saturday, so my sentimentality is running away with me. blame it on my wild heart. hehe.

#venus in furs #venus boys #boys #femmes #shadow #love #friends #queers #leos #young leo #nyc #homecoming #siblings

[burndownthehousetonight]

Fake Lyrics

So, this is kind of a weird post. You know how I write lyrics for a lot of the scenes that show up in my RPs? Whenever I do that, I use a placeholder melody to make sure they would flow with the tune, even if there’s a small stretch to the melody. As per request by @tinyredartist, This is sort of a catalog of the fake lyrics I’ve written and the melodies I used. There are timestamps to know what part I references, or referenced most heavily, in some cases.

IMPORTANT: My music taste is varied and absolutely terrible. Despite the character I write for, I am embarrassingly unknowledgable when it comes to music, so don’t go expecting the lourve down here.

If you just wanna hear the music, you can find a playlist of every song on this list here

Andra Day - Gold

"Tell me all about your violent history 'Bout your scars and all your little fights Take me to the marble gardens Gonna have to beg your pardon But I can't wait another night" (1:09) "But starlight won't look on, or do you want that? Midnight, dusk and dawn will forget all our crimes Give me a taste, just one taste too much Night is over, the day's arrived How are we alive?"  (1:49)

Bobby Caldwell - What You Won’t Do For Love

"Go get our epitaphs engraved And we'll destroy the brand new age Brick and mortar turned to gold Under butchered steel and atomic roads" (0:11)

Natalia Kills - Saturday Night

"Let's die in God-forsaken rays His golden light, our purple haze One night with blasphemy Through the rosy lens of an Oxy craze" (0:35)

Gloria Gaynor - I Will Survive

"Don't go flagging down that Benz Don't kiss that diamond Cartier Those red flags are dyed with blood from guys who couldn't get away" (0:30)

Macy Gray - I’ve Committed Murder

"I've already died for you, no, no one's got a clue Pick me up at Shana's Tavern and we'll shift to overdrive You can find our stolen kisses hidden underneath my "grave" They can pry it from our corpses when we burn alive" (0:44)

Eddie From Ohio - Twenty Thousand Hearts

"It's all frigid shade for the autumn raids But we're breathing, moving Shattered, but the ceasefire's ordered We're safe, close, and quartered No battle lines are drawn" (0:53)

Marina and the Diamonds - Radioactive

"Kiddo's got a new scar Better sound the alarms He's deliriously happy from that saber-tooth charm" (0:15) "I'll never be your green-eyed concubine I'd kill you, but those muscles looks divine Those hips are mine" (2:25)

Lee Brotherton - Dream of an Absolution

"I can't have the past stay prologue when I'm dying to feel your touch But I can't bear to take replacement With a faker's pathetic clutch" (0:43)

Blue Stahli - Corner

"You ain't the first to rip through this flawless masochistic chest Come give that C4 cradle Lullay and lullay my pain to rest" (1:41)

Heather Dale - Medusa

"You ain't sorry, don't you hide that shit behavior Say your prayers, cause you're gonna meet your savior Was your life worth one night of wasted trust? Your skin'll leather up real nice for a jacket of your lust" (0:47)

Cruel Youth - Mister Watson

“Ms. Manners, save it, we don't need moral crap We ain't gutter trash with hearts of gold, just criminal hacks No point in talking, save that uppity trash We don't need your help, just let us live in white And diamond black “ (0:47)

Sia - Big Girls Cry

“Come on into our summer ocean Bring some friends and we'll cause commotion Take a ride on the wave vibrato I’ve got music and bad moscato Perfect friends and a gold tomorrow” (0:42)

MØ - Lean On

“Nothing left for us here But some ratshit town running backwards Let Godiva’s men curdle up and melt To our last performance Played on jerrycans and revolvers“ (0:15)

Alexa Vega - Infected

“I'm bleeding out, don't come no closer I'm bleeding out, don't come no closer Don't blame me if I bled on your ax When it came from your psycho attacks You ain't Norman Bates, you're just some B-list edgy trash” (0:53)

Ruth B - First Time

“I won't remember this song tomorrow, guess that's how it goes But I'll remember hydrangea blue and bubblegum primrose I won't remember a single note I'm struggling to let out But I'll love this homemade sweet bouquet of emerald clover sprouts” (0:42)

X - Around My Heart

“Falling up the sky Splashed into constellations Floated on 'til they forced me to fall That's how I came here” (0:18)

Stacey Q - Two Of Hearts

"Today, is it gonna be a reminiscence about you? Or is that coin gonna fall on self disgust? I wasn't close to self destruction, I was close to you Dorado ain't so grand without your diamond dust” (0:15)

Sylvan Esso - Die Young

“I thought you were the one hooked on narcotics But I miss your vomit, it's so tragicomic Everything looks ugly under incandescence Hide it under neon, just don't hide your presence” (0:07)

Scissor Sisters - Mary

“Pistol whip me, hack me like a lamb Be my drugged-out viscous high I sponged off your love, destroyed your band Please sleep with me, please skin me one last time

Oh, love you 'til I die.... Oh, love me 'til I die” (0:46)

Huey Lewis & the News - Power of Love

“Take a number, take a seat, Tons of better man want a taste of me I don’t have the time for some guttertrash punk A white trash black-out drunk" (0:57)

Bad Brains - Big Take Over

“Let’s make a show outta my assault We won’t warn them, no chance to knock Slam me down, get me off on the asphalt They’re gonna watch me ride that cock” (0:48)

Bruno Mars - Finesse

“Let’s find out if we’re a match Got a gambling heart Place your bets on if we’ll last It’s all or nothing” (1:06)

A Flock of Seagulls - Space Age Love Song

“The poppies dyed Your hair virgin white You were Ceres’s child But you shriveled in fall” (1:01)

“Your crown of leaves Glistened vibrantly Sweet Persephone, All your flowers were pulled” (1:30)

Amberian Dawn - River of Tuoni

“It’s all gilded golden bile The sweetest chocolate smooth dripping arsenic Take one bite and watch the world Glitch and tear and iridesce into amethyst No one shall ever survive Drowning in your violet blood" (0:35)

Demi Lovato - Sorry Not Sorry

“Drinking fine fine wine and shitty booze Got nothing left to lose Looking pretty like a bruise Miss Violet B ain't feeling half as broken as me So make it hurt” (0:06)

Descendants - Suburban Home

“Gonna need 'bout twenty coffins Come and make your funeral offerings Rest in peace, you splattered chav Pollock made by molotov” (0:33)

The Proclaimers - Sunshine on Leith

“My death approaches, decades of notice No now, no then, just see what happens One more is gone, like daylight and song Changing tides stay calm Riding the path of times arrow's wrath Swells terror and intrigue and grandeur and mystery One straight shot“ (1:08)

((More will be added as more fake lyrics are written))

#I Like Your Style #((For anyone who didn't catch it that's my new musings tag)) #((I also added a sidebar link to this for qhen I update it :D))