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#song: baby it's cold outside

femmefatalegoth · 5 months

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Betty Garrett & Red Skelton - Baby, It's Cold Outside from "Neptune's Daughter"

#christmas songs #baby it's cold outside #Youtube

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nobodysdaydreams · 1 year

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Some advice for anyone picking a Christmas Duet this year:

Baby It’s Cold Outside:

overdone so your vocal performance will be compared to hundreds of singers who are way more talented than you.

clearly a lovey-dovey song written for couples only. Sorry single people.

controversial, so whether you’re facing the “the song is problematic” crowd, or the “the song actually isn’t problematic” crowd or the “the song is actually progressive” crowd, you’re gonna have to be ready to justify the song choice.

Alternatively: The Heat Miser/Snow Miser Song from “A Year without a Santa Claus”:

your vocal performance will really only be compared to some puppets from 1974

the song could be sung by any two people. Is it siblings? Friends? Strangers? Coworkers? Rivals? Enemies? Lovers? Enemies to lovers? That’s up to you. Plus you can add in background singers for the “he’s Mr. White/Green Christmas” parts so everyone can be a part of the fun.

the only thing you need to do to justify breaking into this song unprompted is start a fight over the thermostat.

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kinnbig · 4 months

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every single year I see all those posts about how Baby It’s Cold Outside isn’t actually as date rapey as it seems, because in Historical Context the woman is only pretending to want to leave - and while I think those posts make a good point, I think it’s also important to acknowledge that regardless of this original context, the song is still one that’s going to make a lot of people, especially women, very uncomfortable.

the text of the song is still about a man ignoring a woman’s protests and attempts to leave, and insisting that she stays and stops holding out. it’s language that will be uncomfortably familiar and honestly potentially triggering to a lot of women, and I think it’s important to recognise that people who are upset or triggered by the song are not simply uninformed about the True Historical Context of the lyrics, but may have negative or traumatic experiences of their own that sound uncomfortably similar to the words of the song.

this of course isn’t to say that you shouldn’t like or play Baby It’s Cold Outside. it’s a good song, and if knowing the historical context makes it a more enjoyable song for you then that’s great. I just think we need to be more respectful of the reasons why people may not be comfortable with it, regardless of how innocent the song may be in its original context.

#i’m not expecting anyone to reblog this or anything it’s just something i’ve been thinking about recently #i’m not even one of the people who is uncomfortable with the song #like baby it’s cold outside (glee cast version)? turn that shit up. fjdkskdkdk #but yeah the tone of a lot of those posts really frustrates me #it’s kind of like ‘now silly women who are uncomfortable with this song -#i will educate you on history that you are too busy being outraged and triggered to consider for yourself!!’#anyway.#baby it's cold outside

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twiishaa · 5 months

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my favourite christmas songs 🎄

korean, japanese and english songs included!!

feel free to reblog with your favourite christmas songs!!

snow halation μ’s

doughnut twice

last christmas wham!

winter falls stray kids

fairytale of new york the pogues, kristy maccoll

snowman halyosy (the vocaloid song not sia sorry 😔🫰🏻)

christmas (baby please come home) darlene love

baby it’s cold outside michael bublé, indina menzel (I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH AHAIDOWOLWLDMA)

we three kings (it’s a carol but the if you’re looking for a modern version there’s a really nice one by dolly parton)

carol of the bells (all of them EXCEPT pentatonix. istg i have something against them)

note i didn’t realise how short this was gonna be 😨😨 a lot of the songs in my christmas playlist aren’t specifically about christmas but more winter songs so if you want me to do a playlist like that i can 🫰🏻🫰🏻

i do not own the music or photos, credits to their rightful owners

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firstdegreefangirl · 1 year

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Baby It's (not) Cold Outside

Theme: Day 11 - Music/Songs @12daysofchristmas

Fandom/Character(s): Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen (The Rookie)

Word Count: 1668

Ao3 link here!

It’s 11 p.m. sharp when Lucy shifts her head where it’s resting against Tim’s shoulder.

“I should … get going,” she says, chin digging into his bicep. But she makes no effort to get up, or even stretch her legs out. “It’s getting late.”

“It is,” Tim agrees. He runs his hand up and down her arm. “And if you really need to go, I won’t keep you. But I’m not sending you away either. This time of year, you know,” he grins. “It might be cold out there.”

“Tim, we live in southern California.” Lucy laughs, her whole body jostling against him. “It’s like 55 degrees out.”

“Eh, I’ve seen warmer Decembers.”

“Seriously.” He can hear the eye roll in her voice. “We both work in the morning. My uniform is at home.”

“Alright,” Tim pauses for a moment, considering. When he speaks again, it’s with a playful lilt. “But if you stay … I could start a fire, see what’s left to make of the evening.”

“A fire? In what fireplace?” He feels Lucy’s head turn as she looks around the room. In response, he slides his hand from her arm, down far enough to toy with the waistband of her leggings.

“Not that kind of fire …" He dips his head down to nose at her hairline, smiling against her skin.

Lucy laughs, turning her head and squirming. She reaches down to smack at his wrist.

“You are insatiable!” She giggles. Her head lands more squarely on his chest now, and she’s lying halfway across his lap. He relents, wrapping his arm loosely around her waist to slide her closer into him. Just when she’s settled in, he wiggles his fingers along her side, across the patch of bare skin where her T-shirt has ridden up. Lucy squeals again, and he tugs her the rest of the way across, until she’s leaning between his side and the arm of the couch, thighs stretched across his. She tucks her toes underneath the edge of a throw pillow and sighs.

And still, she doesn’t even try to get up. He’d let her, if she did. But they both know what she’s after, and he wants it just as badly, even if neither of them are willing to say it outright.

“Well don’t rush yourself,” Tim says, adjusting his hold so one arm wraps around her belly and the other drapes down her leg. His hand fits perfectly over her kneecap; they both smile when it lands there. “You’re right, it is getting pretty late.”

“Mmm, maybe just a few more minutes.” Lucy tips her head back and tucks her face into his neck. He kisses the edge of her temple lightly, then starts humming in her ear. He’s not sure what song it is, but it’s been stuck in his head all afternoon. Some festive jingle or the other, playing over the loudspeaker at the gas station where he’d spent three hours investigating a burglary. “But then I really do have to get home. Tamara will worry.”

“Last week she asked me if I was planning to ‘put a ring on it’ anytime soon, so I don’t think that’s true.” When Lucy’s shoulders go stiff at his words, Tim squeezes one gently and tacks on, “Not anytime soon. Right now I just want to enjoy the way things are.”

He doesn’t say any more than that, just lets Lucy relax again. She doesn’t need to know about the pretty emerald that caught his eye over the weekend, while he was shopping for earrings to give his sister. Not yet, not anytime soon.

Just … someday.

“Things are good,” Lucy whispers. Her breath tickles his jaw in hot puffs, and he kisses the side of her head again.

“They are.”

They sit like that, all tangled up, basking in each other and together, for a few minutes. Lucy only stirs enough to reach for her highball glass, dripping condensation onto Tim’s coffee table and return to her previous position.

“What’s in this again anyway?” She takes a sip of the cocktail, watered down from the melted ice, and leans her head against his shoulder. “It’s delicious.”

He could rattle it off easily, give her the secret to his spiced rum cider. It’s not even a secret, really; Genny had sent him the link in an email several years ago after a friend of a friend forwarded it on to her. There’s a printed out copy stuck in the cover of a bar guide he inherited from his grandfather. He could show it to her, sometime when she’s not sitting on top of him.

But where’s the fun in that?

“I could pour you another,” he offers instead. “If you … won’t be driving for a bit.”

It’s not his fault that the rum cider is strong.

Lucy sits up just far enough that she can turn around and look at him. From this angle, her eyes twinkle with more than just her amusement. He can see the reflection of the Christmas tree lights, the tree she’d insisted he needed for the back of his living room, countless little white dots sparkling beneath her eyelashes. They remind him of the dark night skies he’d stare at during his deployment days, the only source of beauty in a war-ravaged world.

Her hair is pulled into a loose knot on top of her head, and she’s wearing leggings and a faded-out college T-shirt. She’s nowhere near drunk, but a glass from his bar set hangs from one hand while the other trails a line up his shoulder. She reminds him of those skies, a bright spot in a year that needed more of them.

He’s seen her every which way: in uniform, pajamas, casual wear, dressed for a night out, in her finest formal attire, with longer hair and pointed nails, not wearing anything at all …

But this might be his favorite version of Lucy, he thinks. The Lucy that’s soft and comfortable in his space, pliant against him, with stars dancing in her eyes.

“What?” She asks, smiling fondly at him, and he realizes he must have been staring.

“Nothing.” Tim shakes his head. “Just … thinking about how beautiful you are like this.”

The easy honesty sends a flush up her face, visible even in the dimly lit living room.

“You are …" she trails off, and he hesitates for a moment before meeting her eyes. She sighs. “Something. You are something, Tim. I just want you to know that.”

She leans forward before he can say anything in response and fits their mouths together. He slides the glass out of her hand, groping blindly for the end table so they’ll have their hands free to hold onto one another. It’s his favorite kind of kiss too, slow and easy and endless feeling, until they break just far enough apart to breathe.

“I don’t want to leave,” Lucy murmurs into the space between them. Tim isn’t sure he was meant to hear it; other than how closely together they’re sitting. It feels like the sort of thing she’s saying to herself more than to him. He wants to tell her that she doesn’t have to, that she never has to leave unless she wants to, but that feels like too much for 11:30 on a Friday night, when she’s trying to convince herself to stay behind some line in the sand.

As if there’s a line they haven’t crossed together.

“I really should …" Lucy says again, loudly enough for him to hear.

“If you’re sure you’re good to get home,” Tim replies, meaning the late hour and the long day more than the alcohol.

“Yeah, I’ll be good.” Still, she doesn’t get up. “Of course, if we’re worried that it might be … cold …" She reaches for one of the drawstrings on his sweatshirt and twirls it around her fingers. “Maybe you should make sure I have something warm to wear.”

“Yeah?” He’s already reaching back to pull the sweatshirt over his head. Lucy laughs as she helps him untangle his T-shirt underneath it and keeps laughing as he tugs the sweatshirt down onto her shoulders. Her head pops through the opening at the neckline and she grins at him until he’s laughing with her.

When all is said and done, even sitting across his legs, the sweatshirt pools around her hips. He knows when she stands up that it will reach her knees. There’s something intimate and thrilling about knowing that even if she does go home tonight, she’s taking some physical, tangible part of him with her.

He traces his fingertips across her knuckles. Her skin is soft and smooth, and he knows that if he drew her hand to his lips, he’d be able to smell the floral hand lotion she rubs on every so often.

“It’s been a good night,” he says quietly. It’s an out, if she wants it to be, the beginnings of a goodbye. Or, it can be an invitation to let the night run on between them and keep a good thing going.

The choice is hers.

“It has been. It always is.” Lucy snuggles back into him. “If I stay … I have to get up early to go home before shift.”

“I’ll make you coffee,” he offers. “Carpool?”

“Sure.” She wraps both of her arms around one of his, holding it against her chest. “Probably better than driving home tonight anyway. Y’know, because you say it’s so cold out.”

“Yeah,” Tim kicks one foot up onto the coffee table. They should go to bed soon, if Lucy is staying, but he doesn’t want to make her move just yet. He hasn’t actually checked the weather, knows that what passes for ‘cold’ in LA is hardly a breeze in other parts of the country.

But he can’t imagine anything warmer than this, wrapped up in comfort and devotion and love.

And Lucy.

Compared to this, whatever the temperature is beyond his front door?

Baby, it’s cold outside.

#katie writes #kw22 #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #the rookie #baby it's cold outside #but like ... not creepy and weird #12daysofchristmas2022 #12daysofchristmas #day 11: music/songs

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spooky-something · 4 months

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You dudes ever think about how "Baby, It's Cold Outside" is essentially the first half of Dracula? Like, the whole song is about some dude trying to seduce some girl into staying with him for the night be any means possible, EVEN ALLUDING HE ADDED SOMETHING TO HER DRINKS????? Idk, dude... Seems kinda first few chapters of Count Fagula and Johnathan "Harder" to me

(Still never gonna understand how that song's seen as romantic, though)

#classic literature #gothic lit #classic lit #gothic literature #dracula #count dracula #johnathan harker #john harker #Johnathan “harder”#count Fagula #baby it's cold outside #is a fucking weird song #baby it's cold outside is essentially a psychopath trying to manipulate a girl into staying a dude's house #sound familiar?????#exactly #John and Dracula core

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