you know who’s gay? paul the real estate novelist who never had time for a wife and davey who’s still in the navy and probably will be for life
New headcannon: everyone in that song is gay except the Piano Man who has no idea he’s playing at a gay bar and the staff and regulars have a betting pool on how long he’ll take to finally figure it out. So far John is ahead.
“The manager gives me a smile ‘cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been coming to see” also implies that the Piano Man is possibly an incredibly attractive but oblivious himbo, and if you listen to the rest of it imagining that, this all fits a little too well.
this makes too much sense. Also, the full quote is “Now John at the bar is a friend of mine. He gets me my drinks for free. And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke. But there’s someplace that he’d rather be” Yes, your bed, he wants to be on your bed honey, that’s not a joke, he is flirting with you.
Lighting another man’s cigarette is some old-school gay cruising.
Billy Joel actually addressed this interpretation!
my high school english teacher would often critique our literature analysis work by pointing out: “you’re treating these characters like they’re real people. They’re not. They’re characters”. And it took me a long time to understand what he meant by that. Because I always thought “isn’t that the point? That writers want to write characters to be so three dimensional that they act and feel like real people?” but that’s not it.
Characters are tools a writer uses in service of a story. Of course characters can be written with depth to the point they feel real to us, but they exist in service of their narrative. Something real people aren’t beholden to at all. When discussing characters, I think it’s easy to accidentally see these characters as “real people” and not extensions of the author’s beliefs. Tools for a narrative. Means of storytelling.
Migraine sufferers will be like “it’s not like I’m disabled or anything, it’s just that if I do any of these normal everyday things other people do all the time, my head explodes. But I’m fine honestly, as long as I avoid doing anything ever and my environment and the weather never changes, then my head explodes a little less”
You guys do know you’re supposed to reblog things, right
“well i like this post but i’m worried my followers might not” fuck your followers. The entire point of tumblr is to cause irreparable psychic damage to your followers. We are locked in mortal combat on the astral plane. You must win. You Must Win. You Must Destroy Them.
i fear i love glinda and fiyero’s doomed lavender marriage slay. the whole cornfield scene was just too good from when he points the gun at her to way she walks until she’s right in front of him with the barrel directly on her forehead and his whole arm is trembling and both of them have tears in their eyes and he drops his hand and the guards shove him to the ground and glinda begs for them to stop and she goes “he just loves her” like she understands that feeling all too well herself. ari and jonny outsold
Black Friday is such a joke nowadays. “Don’t miss out on 30% off” don’t piss me the fuck off. People used to hit each other over the head for a microwave that’s how low the prices were. People literally died. We used to be a country
