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We live wohoo, ceo and I have been playing with these two guys who are tv hosts, and also experience the horrors

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Meaty Beaty Big & Bouncy The Who 1971, Track Record

The Meaty, Beaty, Big, OR Bouncy Personality Assessment Quiz

Which of the following looks is the most *you*?

Suede fringe jacket, no shirt, nipples exposed to the sun like the staring brown irises of an idiot god. (1 point)

The loudest shirt imaginable and a pair of headphones taped around your head. (2 points)

Skeleton costume. (3 points)

Union Jack blazer, imperious glare. (4 points)

First job?

Sheet metal worker. (1 point)

Radio repairman. (2 points)

File clerk. (3 points)

N/A. (4 points)

What is your drug of choice?

Weed. (1 point)

Booze. (2 points)

Cocaine. (3 points)

Children’s documentaries. (4 points)

If you were an animal, what kind of animal would you be?

A gender euphoric centaur. (1 point)

A Muppet. (2 points)

An ox. No, too obvious. A spider. (3 points)

An anteater. (4 points)

What side of Brexit were you on?

Leave (1 point)

I had been dead for 38 years. (2 points)

I had been dead for 14 years. (3 points)

Remain (4 points)

Do you feel like you’re more of a…

Singer. (1 point)

Drummer. (2 points)

Bassist. (3 points)

Guitarist. (4 points)

The following question is for demographic purposes. Which uh member of The Who would you say you are most like?

Roger Daltrey. (1 point)

Keith Moon. (2 points)

John Entwistle. (3 points)

Pete Townshend. (4 points)

Okay, time to total up your points.

If you have seven to eleven points YOU ARE MEATY (ROGER DALTREY)

You are a good-natured himbo with the fluff and affect of a spaniel. On your band’s early (and best work) you are constantly forced to play against type (often to hilarious effect) by singing deviant pop about compulsive masturbators, enforced transgenderism, dimwitted police, and blind pinball messiahs. You will spend 60 years of your life enduring the jabs of an unappeasable snob who claims to despise you, despite the fact that yours is the most important relationship he will ever have. He will never forgive you for being happy simply playing the hits, but the fact that you are means he can go on playing them too. One of you will die first, but only you could survive it. You made some of the greatest rock music there ever was.

If you have twelve to eighteen points YOU ARE BEATY (KEITH MOON)

You are a hyperactive child in the body of a lecher from an Italian softcore sex comedy. You play like a cartoon of a jazz drummer whose stool is slowly being heated up by the devil. When you’re not doing that, you’re pulling faces or standing on your head or dynamiting toilets for a laugh. When no one’s paying attention to you, you cease to exist, so you make sure that doesn’t happen, ever. It is abundantly clear you will be the first to go, but when you do everyone else will have to become an adult for real, and that’s the end of it. You made some of the greatest rock music there ever was.

If you have nineteen to twenty-five points YOU ARE BIG (JOHN ENTWISTLE)

You are a looming, cigarette-smelling presence with the black humour of the Grim Reaper in bellbottoms. Because your ambitions as a singer and songwriter have been stifled, you turn your corner of the stage into a fiefdom of ever-more elaborate stacks of amplifiers, pouring your energy into bass lines of impossible, virtuosic dexterity. In perhaps rock’s most spectacular collection of undiagnosed personality disorders, you are the depressive. You relish your reserve and fuck-off aura but grow bitter no one tries very hard to see past it. Though it is obvious to everyone you are the most gifted musician in the group, you founder without the rhythms and cashflow of arena tours. You will not grow old. You made some of the greatest rock music there ever was.

If you have twenty-six points or more YOU ARE BOUNCY (PETE TOWNSHEND)

You are the sharpest pencil, wreathing your religious fervour for pop music in weary sarcasm and absurd pretension. Early on you sang like a choir boy and played guitar like a choir boy on Dexedrine, scribbling out naughty little doodles until someone dragged you offstage by the ear. With a hand from Mark David Chapman, you now find yourself the most dyspeptic survivor of the British Invasion, treating the opportunity to regularly perform into your seventies for tens of thousands as a leaden obligation. Because your best ideas are as adolescent as they are brilliant, your access to inspiration withers with age. You’re left playing your skewed teenage anthems to greying audiences you hold in contempt, alongside a golden god yob who is the living embodiment of who they would be if they had his gifts. You’re mean to him, but not nearly as mean as you are to yourself. You made some of the greatest rock music there ever was.

thank you so much, anon! that’s wonderful to hear, it means a lot to us♥️✨

we’ve asked out members to drop their favourite college aus, and here’s what we found!

The Who destroys during My Generation as concerned audience observes

If you think Cerulean Mallek is going to show any kind of fear you’re very wrong.  There’s a natural sort of panic that he feels, but he’s trained his face and body movements never to betray that fear.  He’d try to come across as chill as possible, as though he’s not even concerned that there’s a version of him that’s a clown - which I think would be the most upsetting thing.

Purple Mallek is understandably concerned about scaring his smaller self.  He’s already assumed OG Mallek is terrified and certainly felt like a piece of shit.  He can’t help but be awed by there being other versions though. If there's a cerulean does that mean there’s more Malleks with other blood colors?  He tries to come across as non-threatening as possible, but not condescending - which is a harder line to toe than one might think.

The first words come from Cerulean Mallek, a very calm: “What = up? Your piercings = cool;”

Purple Mallek is able to fall into that same frequency of calm and they begin talking. There’s some awkward pauses as the other tries to figure out what is too much to ask another version of yourself.  Purple is internally relived and even a little joyful that his cerulean self is not afraid.  

They come to realize they both enjoy hover boarding - though purple Mallek uses it more for leisure where cerulean also utilizes it for quick get aways.  

They’re both “good” with computers.  Purple Mallek has even more trouble than cerulean Mallek because of how far up the spectrum he is - he has to work 2 or 3x as hard to understand and get things to work with computers.  He loves them though.  Both Malleks bond over technology.

But where cerulean Mallek is trying to take over drones, purple Mallek works to ensure secure, encrypted connections for those involved in the rebellion.  This is where they butt heads the most.  Cerulean Mallek is too nervous to get openly involved in a rebellion, especially because he can't see it working.  Purple Mallek has a little less to lose in his mind and thus is willing to cast himself as a more of an integral part of the downfall

They agree not to talk about it after that.  

Cerulean Mallek is pleased and relieved to hear his purple counter part is not actually religious or involved in the church but has to save face and thus the paint and occasional appearances.  

They have literally the same taste in food, music, and movies so there’s a lot of bonding over that and excitement in finding someone with the same opinions and questions to bounce off of.  They end up having these discussions while showing off the tricks they’ve learned on their boards.  

Last Week

Hello, everybody! Mod Pop here with this weeks gathering of joozy fic created by the talented hands of our members. It’s a fantastic mix of AU’s and canon this time around, all of them an amazing read. So lets buckle up and get into it!

May 14

Trippingly On The Tongue by scallywap | E, 5k, Complete.

Brian Cramblish is an unknown actor hoping for his big break. When he auditions for the part of 'Ryan Bergara' in the new web series 'Unsolved', he meets former sitcom star Brad Pistachio, whose sole purpose in life is to annoy him. Despite this, Brian finds himself unwittingly attracted to the man who has his future in the palm of his hands.

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"Brian, are you touching yourself right now?"

"...No."

"My dear, you're a better actor than that."

May 15

Disturbia by insufferableideefixe | E, 3k, Complete.

"I always knew being afraid excited you, but I had no idea that excitement would be so... physical."

My Little King by dippingmytoesindreams | E, 5k, Complete.

Something lives in the Old Forest 

May 16

Crackling Embers by dippingmytoesindreams | G, 1.4k, Complete.

Ryan yawns. “She liked the berries.”

“She did like the berries.” Shane agrees. “But we like you more.”

May 17

A Horror of Constraint by RedLlamas | E, 1.5k, Incomplete

Ryan thinks, "oh I'll jack off during class, it'll be a fun challenge, what could possibly go wrong?"

Well, Mr. Madej has eyes, that's what could possibly go wrong.

4.26.86 by szandor | M, 16k, Incomplete

A crossover between a classic Enemies to Friends to Lovers trope, and the HBO TV Series Chernobyl.

It's April of 1986 in the USSR. Bureaucrat Shane Madej and Professor Ryan Bergara have a chance meeting at a table to discuss the 'Chernobyl Incident.' Ryan Bergara believes there was more to said incident than a simple water tank explosion. Shane disagrees. The two are sent against their own will to the Chernobyl site just outside of Pripyat where they discover a much more dire situation than anticipated.

If You Like Pina Coladas and Getting Caught by insufferableideefixe | E, 1.9k, Complete

The boys are on a relaxing vacation in Hawaii and had a blast trying surfing for the first time. Ryan has an idea for yet another fun first they could try. 

Tracing His Way Through The Constellations by popkin16 | T, 2.8k, Complete

“You’re staring,” Shane pointed out, humor lightening the words. “I know this mug of mine is funny, but you’ve been looking at it for years, now. It can’t be that much of a surprise.”

“You have freckles,” Ryan said idly.

“Have for years, thanks,” Shane replied dryly.

May 18

Get Some Grip by zhalia | E, 3k, Incomplete

don't you just hate it when you get stuck in a meeting and your needy-rival-with-benefits starts sexting you?

like, there's so many people around you, seeing you blush and squirm in your seat, watching how your fingers type at lightspeed to keep up with your thoughts. then there's people around, asking you questions you have to answer, or comments you have to remember.

but all you can think of is how badly you wanna go to his home and fuck the words from his throat...

or, Shane is stuck in debrief after losing the Catalunya grand prix due to bad strategy choices. Ryan needs attention.

New Beginning by waywardmillenial | G, 904 words, Complete

Based on the tumblr prompt: “hey thanks for literally saving my life by pushing me out of the way of that car, but now you’re yelling at me bc i was reading and walking and you said i’m too cute to die” au.

A meet-cute scenario for the boys.

May 21

I See A Lighthouse In The Distance, Calling My Name by zhalia | E, 5k, Complete

They’re in the attic of the lighthouse, investigating in the dark. They’re about to walk over to the cold balcony so Ryan can talk about the woman that fell/got pushed/jumped from the railing when the door to back down to the stairs and inside the lighthouse falls shut, and they're locked up.

Ryan's an investigator for Ghost Adventures, and their new season takes them to a haunted lighthouse. Shane, owner of the lighthouse, guides them through, enjoying himself whenever Ryan shrieks.

it's all fun and games, until they're locked in.

What an incredible list of fics! Something there for everyone, I’d think. We love to see it. If you’d like to see what else the Shyan Shipping Society has to offer, check out our ao3 collection!

“I = in;” a young, bespectacled Mallek whispered to himself.  His forked - but not yet pierced - tongue ran across his braces as he grinned at the screen.

He’d been trying for weeks to break through the lusii controls on his computer.  His guardian had told him he couldn’t see the newest installment of the most popular action series:

The lethally efficient former Threshecutioner operative, Troll Robert McCall, returns home after righting the wrongs in East Alternia--he resumes his new career as an ordinary Lyft driver in bustling Troll Massachusetts. A stranger amid strangers, Troll Robert can be a real companion and a genuine Lusii figure; however, when a dear friend is murdered while investigating a grisly execution in Troll Brussels, the highly trained empire endorsed vigilante will have no other choice but to deliver pain. Now, a team of corrupt professional Laughsassin are after him. They do not stand a chance against the unparalleled Troll Equalizer's raw justice as directed by Her Imperious Condescension.