#Angela Sprinkle

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Some things to look forward to? (Help decipher this)

Every Episode – Monologue, Expert ?, City of the Week, Hot Goss, Chanse jumps over a car, Sketches/Commercials, Character Call in ?, Musical Guest ?

Recurring – Cover Stories, Weird Product ? , Man on the Street, Fan Comments ?, Debate, Today I'm Mad About ?, ???, ???

 Sporadic – ???, ???, ???, Debrief From ? , Day Jobs, Reunions, Find a Culprit, Couples Therapy, ???, Movie Stunts ?

One Off- ???, ???, Game Show ?, What would you do ?, Talent Show ?

Topics – Energy Drinks, Situationships, Scams, Cults (Silly), Famous Beef, ???, Fanfiction?

Elements: Teleprompter Game ?, Personal News ?

Tone: Youtube/Internet, Characters

*? means "it looks like that word, missing a word", ??? means "I gave up, figure it out"

Special thanks to @gazebo-components for helping out! :)

*Reddit deleted the post relating to this so I'm thinking this is really real. Thank goodness the social team forgot Tumblr still exists ignores Tumblr.

[youhavebeenevicted]

rubina gets evicted, kimo wins hoh, he noms makensy and chelsie, cam wins veto, kimo mists cam, he evicts chelsie. makensy and cam then battle it out to reach f2 with kimo thinking it's an easy win. kimo wins bb26 by a vote of 4-3.

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AWWWW there's a new side plot in 3x12 where Pam won an art contest and had to wait to tell Jim and he was soooo cute and excited when she told him 🥺

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Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader ☼ 1036 words | briefly 18+, and thank you to @moonpascal for your thoughts and ideas!

You only agreed to go to the pub because James seemed keen, but in all honesty, you’d much rather be tangled up in his bedsheets with him. Slipping into a dress that hugged you perfectly and dabbing on a pretty red lip was a definite perk, though. 

This was one of your first outings with your friends now that James and you were officially together. Telling your friends had caused quite a scene. Marlene’s excitement was so loud you half-wondered if your hearing would ever be the same, while Lily, genuinely happy for you, seemed like she might tear up any second.

The pub is buzzing with chatter and clinking glasses as you settle into a cozy corner with your friends. James has his arm draped casually around your shoulders, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on your skin. 

You’re lost in thought, your mind drifting to Henry and wondering how he’s doing with the babysitter. You know he’s probably fine—he always lights up when Angela’s around—but it still feels strange not being the one there with him. Sure, it means you get a night out with James, but part of you can’t help missing those quiet nights with Henry, just the two of you.

You're so lost in thought that you don’t even notice the man approaching the table. He claps Sirius and Remus, both of whom have their backs to him, on the shoulder with a bit too much enthusiasm. Remus flinches, startled, while Sirius practically leaps out of his seat.

“Boys!” he calls out, a cheery smile on his face, and you can tell he’s been drinking a tad too much. “Long time no see, mates.”

"Colin!" James lights up, his grin matching the man's excitement. You barely recognize him—maybe you’ve seen him in old photos with James and the boys, but it’s clear they haven’t kept in touch much since school. "How’ve you been?"

Colin launches into a debrief about his life after school. And the boys listen and sprinkle in a few comments to show they’re listening. Marlene meets your eye and fakes a yawn, which makes you smile. You weren’t listening all that much, either.

“Wait!” You glance up at Colin’s sharp exclamation and realize he’s looking at you. “You’re Henry’s mum!”

Without thinking, you smile and nod. If you hadn’t had those two drinks, you might have hesitated and weighed your words more carefully. But in your heart, you already considered yourself Henry’s mum—James had even told you that Henry called you that when they were alone. The only thing missing was Henry saying it to your face. “Yeah,” you say softly, a warmth spreading in your chest. “I am.”

James nearly knocks over his drink, freezing mid-reach as your words sink in. His eyes widen in surprise, and the usual confident grin falters, leaving him completely flustered. Sirius and Remus exchange an amused glance, barely containing their smirks at how thoroughly you've caught him off guard.

He knew you hadn’t wanted to go out tonight. The way you’d flashed him that pouty lip when he mentioned the group plans and how you'd been invited—it had almost broken him. Now, as he sat here, he was wishing he’d caved and stayed in with you. 

But then, he wouldn’t have heard you call yourself Henry’s mum.

He hardly hears the conversation happening between you and Colin. Instead, he’s lost in thoughts of making you his wife and giving Henry a sibling—or maybe two or three. His mind flashes with images of you, stomach full and swollen. He likes the idea of everyone knowing how well he’d fucked you. So pretty and so full of him. His throat feels dry, and the last place he wants to be is in this pub. He wants to be home, burying himself inside of you as you beg him to make you a mum.

He stands up abruptly, the chair squeaking as it scrapes against the floor, propelled back with surprising force. All eyes turn toward him, curiosity etched on their faces as he reaches for your purse, which hangs off the back of your chair.

“I’ve forgotten that our babysitter has to go by midnight.” James rushes out. “We have to get home.” 

Colin doesn’t seem to notice James’ sudden urgency, but you do, your brow furrowing as you catch his impatient glance. She didn’t have to leave by midnight—James had told you both that the night would stretch longer. Still, when he stands and extends his hand to you, you take it without hesitation. Your goodbyes to Colin and the others are rushed, barely uttered, before James is already tugging you out of the pub, his grip firm as if he can’t wait another second to get you alone.

“Jamie, what is going on?” You ask as you step into the cool night air, the door slamming shut behind you and effectively cutting off the lively chatter of the pub.

“Fuck, do you know what hearing you call yourself Henry’s mum did to me?” He rasps out your name, and the tone of his voice sends a thrill through you—it's unmistakably filled with desire. You reach his parked car, and he sharply flings open the door for you, the sudden movement catching you off guard. 

You stand there, fully aware that he’s waiting for you to get in, but you don’t move. Instead, you watch him closely, taking in every detail. His cheeks are flushed, and his breathing is uneven, revealing just how much your comment has affected him. The anticipation hangs between you, thick and electric, and you revel in the power you have over him in this moment.

“Baby, get in the car. Please,” He nearly begs, “I can’t wait any longer.”

“You don’t want me in the car?” You tease, the flirtation in your voice almost sending him over the edge. You can see the effect it has on him by the way he inhales sharply, his eyes fluttering shut as if he’s trying to regain control.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman, which means getting you home so I can take you in our bed,” He breathes out. “Get in the car.”

You don’t need any more convincing after that.

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[mellowsadistic]

Couples Therapy - Part 4

Once they were through the front door, Daddy started taking her clothes off. She was a nakie girl when she was in the house, Angela knew. A silly nakie girl, except for her diaper. She had to wear that all the time unless Daddy was changing her or giving her a bath.

Eric pulled her frock up and over her head, letting her bare boobies spill out. She didn’t wear bras. Those were for big girls. She fidgeted impatiently while he slid her shoes and socks off her feet, playing absent-mindedly with her tits.

“There we go, sweetie,” he cooed. “All done.”

Angela giggled happily, but the moment she took a step further into the house, she felt a dizzying sense of vertigo, and there was a sudden weakness in her knees. She looked at her husband, confused.

“You’re too high up, sweetie. Remember what we discussed in therapy?”

Angela nodded as understand came to her. She needed to look up to him. She got down on her hands and knees, her bare breasts handing down like udders, her wet nappy hanging between her thighs. She looked up at him, blushing when she saw the smile on his face, the satisfied glint in his eyes. Her face burned with humiliation, but it also felt right. This was where she belonged. Stupid baby. Dumb bitch.

Her husband leaned down and patted her firmly on her bottom. “Time to crawl, sweetie. Crawl to the living room.”

She set off, crawling awkwardly on her hands and knees, feeling utterly ridiculous. Daddy walked slowly behind her. She could feel his eyes on her rear, and her pussy wettened. She hoped he would tug down her diaper and fuck her like the cheap whore she was. She wasn’t sure why, but she knew she was a nasty skank who never said no. She was a dirty girl.

Once she reached the middle of the living room, Daddy smacked her bottom again. “Hold still, sweetie. Your nappy needs changing.”

Angela rolled onto her back submissively. Her breasts wobbled alluringly on her chest while Daddy prepared the changing supplies. She shoved her thumb into her mouth and started sucking on it wetly, drooling down her chin. Messy girl.

Daddy undid the tapes of her diaper with a loud snapping sound and pulled down the front. Then he lifted her legs into the air by her ankles and started wiping her wet pussy. She wiggled in place, moaning around her thumb while he stroked her no-no spot with a baby wipe. Dirty girl.

“Hold still, wiggly worm,” he chuckled, smacking her sharply on her upturned rump yet again.

She squealed but did her best to lie still while Daddy finished wiping her clean. He slipped a fresh, dry, fluffy nappy under her bottom and sprinkled her liberally with baby powder, just like he’d done the night before. Just like he’d done in the therapist’s office earlier that day while she’d been glued to the bright, shiny tablet. He taped her up, and helped her to her knees. She didn’t need to be any higher when she was in the house. And in any case, this was the perfect height. The perfect height for… for…

Daddy stood up. Then he undid his fly and pulled out his cock.

For a moment, Angela felt sick. She didn’t do blowjobs. That was one of her rules, wasn’t it? What was the point if she wasn’t getting any pleasure out of it? Blowjobs were horrible and demeaning and disgusting.

But then her mind started to feel fuzzy again. Silly girl. Dumb bitch. That was the old Angela. She stared at Daddy’s cock and realised she was drooling. She needed to suck. Good girls liked to suck, and she was a good girl. She needed something in her mouth at all times; her thumb, her toes, her pacifier, and best of all, Daddy’s cock. Stupid baby. If she didn’t have something to suck on she’d cry! She could already feel it building up inside her, a horrible emptiness that she needed to fill.

She leant forwards to take him into her mouth, and he grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock down her throat. She gagged and sputtered, drooling even more down her chin, but Daddy didn’t let up. He face-fucked her viciously, pulling her hair and pumping his cock between her lips.

“I’ll have those pumped up,” he grunted. “Your lips. Okay Angela? You’re going to have a pair of thick, dick-sucking lips. And I’ll book you in to get your tits done as well. The doctor says he knows someone who’ll do it, the same one who did his own little girl. I’m sure you’ll look perfect with a ridiculous bimbo rack.”

Angela moaned around his cock. She didn’t want filler in her lips, or silicon in her tits, but if that’s what Daddy wanted then that’s what she’d become. Good girls never said no.

Daddy’s pumping became faster and faster. “You’re getting exactly what you deserve, Angela. You’re going to be my little. Bimbo. Baby!” With the final word, he pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face.

Angela gasped for air and shut her eyes as his cum spattered across her cheeks, her nose, her mouth, even her hair. Her princess parts burned needily, but Angela knew her own pleasure didn’t matter anymore. She was just a dumb bitch, and Daddy got to use her however he liked.

Daddy got himself cleaned up while Angela lay on the floor, breathing heavily. After a while, she got to her knees blearily. Daddy’s cum was still on her face. She was about to wipe it off when something stopped her. She was a messy girl. A dim-witted smile spread over her face, and she giggled. She liked being messy. Dirty girl. But there was something else she needed to do, something that would make her even messier.

Grinning stupidly, the twenty-seven-year-old woman thrust her padded bottom out behind her and started grunting and straining to mess her diaper while her husband looked down at her, smirking.

“Poo-poo!” Angela screeched, with no concept of an inside voice. Something told her she had to let Daddy know what she was doing, and little girls like her didn’t care if they made too much noise. “Makin’ poo-poo, Dada!”

He laughed, and she giggled along with him even though she didn’t get what was funny. Dumb bitch, she thought. Stupid baby. She grunted loudly and pooped her pants, making the seat of her nappy bulge out behind her. Even though she was happy, her face was scarlet with shame. She knew on some level that she was supposed to be an adult woman, that what she was doing was disgusting and babyish, but she didn’t know what else she could do. Grown-ups used the potty, but she was too stupid for that. She just had to go in her pants like the dumb baby she was.

Eventually she finished dirtying her diaper, and she stared vacantly up at Daddy. She was still down on her knees. He looked so high up. So much higher than she was. His rightful place above her. He smiled down at her, and she grinned back at him, a line of drool dripping down onto her bare tits, cum on her face and dribble down her chin, and a stinky nappy sagging heavily between her legs. Her rightful place. She shoved her thumb into her mouth again. She felt a little funny in her head, as if somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice was screaming at her that this was wrong. But the feeling went away the moment Daddy tickled her under the chin. She giggled happily.

“I think you’re finally done,” he said. “You’ve lost your big-girl privileges forever, Angela. You’re just a big dumb baby now. Okay, sweetie?”

Angela popped her thumb out of her mouth. “’kay, Dada!”

“Good girl. I think I’ll give your friends a call and see if any of them are available to babysit you. Would you like that, sweetie? Would you like your friends to feed you and play with you and change your dirty diapers while I go out and hook up with girls?”

Angela nodded, giggling and cooing happily at the pleasant tone of his voice.

“I thought you would,” he said, smiling. He took out her phone. “Now which of your friends should Daddy call first?”

Angela wasn’t listening. She was too busy blowing raspberries and giggling at the way her full nappy swung heavily between her legs when she wiggled her bum-bum.

Her Daddy chuckled, patted his mentally reduced wife on her bottom, and started scrolling through her contacts.

The End

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do you have any other reading recommendations? feminist and/or philosophy in general? don't know much about these topics and would love to learn

absolutely, thank you so much for asking! i decided to interpret this as feminist texts, philosophy/political texts by female authors, and a sprinkling of feminist fiction, for ease. in honesty, i am more interested in political and theological philsophy than anything else, so there'll be a lot of that. each text is linked with the appropriate goodreads entry (i don't use the site, but i know lots of people track their reading lists there)

[necessary disclaimer! i do not necessarily agree with all of the ideas posited in these texts! i can't believe i have to reiterate this!]

Feminist Texts:

• Andrea Dworkin: Pornography: Men Possessing Women; Intercourse; Right-Wing Women; Woman Hating

• Simone de Beauvoir: The Second Sex; Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter (autobiography)

• Adrienne Rich: Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution; Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence; Essential Essays: Culture, Politics, and the Art of Poetry

• Audre Lorde: Sister Outsider; The Master's Tools Will Never Dismantle the Master's House

• Germaine Greer: The Female Eunuch; The Whole Woman; The Change: Women, Ageing, and Menopause

• Angela Davis: Women, Race & Class • Naomi Wolf: The Beauty Myth

• Betty Freidan: The Feminine Mystique

• bell hooks: Ain't I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism

• Susan Brownmiller: Against Our Will: Men, Women and Rape; Femininity

• Shulasmith Firestone: The Dialectic of Sex: The Case for Feminist Revolution

• Marilyn French: The War Against Women; A History of Women in the World (series); Beyond Power: On Women, Men & Morals

Philosophy Focused Texts / Criticism / Other Politics:

• Hannah Arendt: Eichmann in Jerusalem: A Report on the Banality of Evil; The Origins of Totalitarianism; The Human Condition

• Simone Weil: Gravity and Grace; Waiting for God; The Need for Roots: Prelude to a Declaration of Duties Towards Mankind

• Susan Sontag: Illness as Metaphor & AIDS and Its Metaphors; Regarding The Pain of Others

[lemotmo]

Very interesting and I hate to say that I tend to agree.. let's put you on the spot now! Where do you stand on this topic?

Q. I'm going to put you on the spot and I hope you will actually answer because I feel like a lot of people would just refuse too but there's a conversation worth having here so here goes. Thoughts on so much Bobby/Athena? It's becoming too much for me personally. I get that it's Angela and Peter but I want the other characters as well and they're being sacrificed more and more for more of the same from Bobby and Athena.

A. I do agree that there is a conversation worth having but I don't think anyone involved in the show is willing to have it because the biggest problem is COP Athena. They wrote out both of her children for reasons that are still baffling to me so they took away basically anything they could do with her outside of her job and it wasn't the right call. I understand both kids are basically grown now so they would have to adjust the writing in some way but cop Athena, and worst yet, vigilante cop Athena is almost unwatchable for me. This is probably an American exclusive issue because of our specific cop problem here, but it's the way myself and seemingly many other viewers feel. Last week's storyline was appallingly tone deaf on more levels than I can count and it brought down an already less than episode compared to the rest of the season, although I did like the undercover bit at the very beginning. Athena works better as a character outside of the uniform. They tend to write her way OTT when they put her in uniform or in 'cop' mode and it makes many of her scenes uncomfortable or downright annoying. The end of last season is a prime example. The Athena/Bobby/cartel storyline was abysmal and her part specifically was way too much. I could not wait for their scenes to end and that was the first time I truly felt like that where they are concerned. The Bobby problem is a little easier to solve because they just drown him in misery porn. But the problem now is they overcorrected so far this season with the Brad/Hotshots stuff and now he's getting screentime that would be better used for the rest of the main cast. The distribution of screentime will always be unbalanced, and that makes perfect sense because, again, they are the true mains and they are badass. That being said though other storylines can feel rushed or dropped all together while Bobby and Athena storylines tend to last multiple episodes. I think that's why they feel over used at times. It doesn't help that the last two opening disasters and mid season finales have centered on them which makes them feel even more overused.

The tsunami episodes are still the highest rated episodes of the entire series and there are reasons for that. Everyone was involved. Everyone got screentime. It didn't feel centered on one particular storyline. Yes Buck and Christopher were the A plot, but it was sprinkled throughout the episode correctly and felt in balance with the rest of the storylines. I will say though that Buck focus tends to work for the audience, sorry not sorry to the Tommy people, but he's truly an audience favorite. And captain Bobby is always nice to watch so those episodes worked all the way around. Last season felt very unbalanced screentime wise and that has so far carried over into this season. We haven't had nearly enough of Eddie so far. I think spending 3 episodes on the opening disaster has set the actual plotlines back and that's unfortunate. We should be seeing Eddie way more. Eddie has actual ongoing storylines that go episodes with no mention whatsoever and it's weird and noticeable. And we lose those scenes for Brad scenes which makes it worse. The audience is not watching for Brad and Hotshots. They have overdone that plotline and that's because of Bobby. They want to give him other things to do, and I'm thrilled it wasn't more misery plot, but there is a happy medium to be found and thus far the show hasn't been able to find it. It's a conversation worth having, anon, but they're always going to get the bulk of the screentime. I just need it used better if it's going to continue to come at the detriment of the rest of the cast and their storylines.

Ooooh Nonny! Putting me on the spot now, are you? 😆 Thank you for dropping this into my ask box. This really addresses the core of the problem 911 has. Let me see if I can explain as well as Ali where I stand on this topic. 😋

All right... 🤔

I admit that I started watching 911 all the way back for Peter. I love him so much as an actor, so when I came across a 911 episode one fine day in late 2018. I binged the entirety of season one and while I liked the show a lot, I wasn't completely sold.

I really didn't like Buck in the beginning, but he grew on me as his relationship with Abby progressed. I admit I loved BuckAbby and really liked Abby as a character as well. It was a relationship that spoke to me and I was quite sad when I realised she wasn't coming back for season 2.

I also really enjoyed watching Hen, Chim, Athena and Michael. I loved them all so much. They were such interesting characters.

Then season 2 aired and I fell completely and head over heels in love with Eddie Diaz (and his adorable son). He was the one that kept me watching. Suddenly Buck's character got even more interesting. Ryan and Oliver have this natural chemistry that just blows you away.

As we progressed in season 2, you could feel all of the actors got a better grip on understanding their characters and the show improved so much.

The rest is history. I'm still here to this day.

Do I still love this show? Yes. I do however have a lot more criticism than I used to have.

I've talked before about the fact that I'm used to network TV-shows. I've been watching them since the 80s and I've often been left frustrated by the little screentime some of my favs got. So in a way, I'm used to this.

But the fact of the matter is, that 911 didn't use to be like this. They defied the 'some mains are more important than other mains' trap and showcased all of the characters equally in the early seasons. They have lost the plot somewhat since then in the later seasons. It's like Ali said, the tsunami arc was superb because everyone was showcased.

For the last two seasons Bathena have been heavily featured. Too heavily, I agree. When I found out that, once again, Athena would be in the middle of that opening disaster, I actually rolled my eyes and said: "Of course she is." And don't get me wrong. Seeing Angela act? It's always a treat. The best treat. But to spend 3 episodes on that disaster/police investigation story? It was too much. Two would have been enough.

Another thing that irks me in Athena's stories is the whole vigilante police officer 'Law? What law?' thing that she tends to get away with. I really don't like storylines like that and I admit that I tend to fast-forward through scenes like that. Like when she entered that man's home last season and threatened him. That was a big 'no no' for me.

I can't speak too much about the 'copaganda' problem. As a non-American, a lot of the time the whole 'copaganda' thing flies straight over my head. Like in last episode. I quite liked that Athena storyline, because for once, she decided to follow the law. I figured they had finally learned that Athena isn't above the law. But then I went online and realised that so many of my American mutuals hated that storyline with a passion. I had to look it up and try to figure out why they hated it. I get it now and I fully agree and sympathise. But I didn't notice it myself.

Going back to Bathena taking up too much storytime. The thing is that this hasn't only happened with Bathena. It has also happened with Buck during some shorter arcs from season 4 on when it was still on FOX. He got so much screentime during some episodes that some other characters were left in the dust and I remember being frustrated with that. I get why they did this. It's like Ali said, they knew Buck was a popular character, so they showcased him.

There is nothing inherently wrong with using characters to draw in more viewers, because it makes sense from a business perspective, but it's frustrating for the people who really love Hen, Chim and Eddie. We all want to see them appear more often and get to know them even better.

An example of this in season 8 is Chris. We all know how much of a devoted dad Eddie is. The boy has been gone for quite some time now. We have seen some snippets of Eddie being affected by that sure, but they could have easily edited in some Zoom calls with Chris to show us his progress in rebuilding the relationship or maybe some lonely moments of Eddie sitting home alone. But... nothing.

Instead there was Brad, Gerrard and god forbid... T*mmy. These men all got waaay too much screentime. Not to mention that the show 'forgot' about two of these characters' horrible racist and sexist past. But apparently Brad screaming to a waitress is so much worse than that. THAT is the one thing that makes Bobby angry. Not Gerrard's and T*mmy's horrible past, but Brad being a pompous ass and yelling at a waitress. Make it make sense. 🤷‍♀️ Don't misunderstand me here! Respect waiters and waitresses! But you know what I'm getting at right?

At least Brad might still be around for a reason, to have some purpose in Eddie's story in episode 8. But the others? There's really no excuse.

Anyway, back to my original point. These men took up screentime that could have gone to other characters that are actual main characters.

So yes, I too am frustrated by all of this. But I'm also very much aware that I can't change any of it so I tend to go with the flow. It isn't anything new for me. I remember those old TV-shows where I had the exact same frustrations.

And it's okay to showcase Bathena, because I adore them with all my heart. But let them start thinking about moving on in life, about retiring and just enjoying life together. No more police officer Athena, but simply the 'woman' Athena. Let Bobby be the Captain for a while longer, but show us that he's considering retirement, for the right reasons this time. This could open up a plot for Hen to take over for example.

Last, I can only hope that ABC and Tim realise that people need to see some fresh new storylines involving other main characters to balance everything out.

Give us some more Eddie and his search for joy, give us some more Eddie and Chris, bring Chris home, give Buck more to do than mope around over his no good ex-boyfriend, let Buck explore his bisexuality and let him actually say the words 'I am bisexual', show us the ups and downs of the Madney pregnancy, give us an update on Henren and how Denny is doing after that accident.

The absolute one thing I hope for the most (and I won't ever budge on that) is that... some day Eddie will finally get to be free of the closet he's in, secure and happy in a loving committed romantic relationship with Buck, his best friend.

When all that happens? That will be the moment I'll be completely satisfied with this show.

One can only hope. 🤞🤞🤞

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[x--daughters-of-darkness--x]

The 100 songs that changed metal (by Metal Hammer)

74. Within Temptation – Ice Queen (Mother Earth, 2000)

In the 90s, symphonic metal was more a glittering garnish than a scene in itself, something bands from Therion to Celtic Frost would sprinkle on their music to make it sparkle. And while the genre would start coming together into something more tangible towards the end of the decade, it wasn’t until a few years later that a song would emerge to put symphonic metal on the map.

That song was Within Temptation’s Ice Queen. A complete volte-face from the gothic doom of the Dutch metallers’ 1997 debut, Enter, it appeared on the follow-up, Mother Earth, in a flurry of lavish arrangements and fairytale histrionics. Buoyed by vocalist Sharon den Adel’s crystalline voice, it pushed metal towards a new frontier, quickly whipping up a buzz in mainland Europe. Ice Queen can take credit for being symphonic metal’s first major hit, pushing women to the forefront and influencing a brand new generation of bands.

81. Evanescence – Bring Me To Life (Fallen, 2003)

Evanescence’s debut single, Bring Me To Life, turned vocalist Amy Lee into a megastar. Arriving in 2003, when mainstream music was dominated by hyper-masculine men and overly sexualised pop stars, with her billowing long skirts, corset tops, arm socks and steely self-confidence, Amy redefined what a female artist could be, becoming a role model for millions of misfits and dreamers everywhere.

Despite its crunchy guitars and a rapped verse, courtesy of 12 Stones’ Paul McCoy – which Amy has since said she was forced to add by their label – Bring Me To Life’s cobwebby, goth fragility also brought something fresh to nu metal’s dick-swinging party, extending the mainstream’s flirtation with the genre for a little longer – as of 2019, it’s sold more than 3 million copies and has passed more than a billion streams on YouTube and Spotify.

82. Arch Enemy – We Will Rise (Anthems Of Rebellion, 2003)

We Will Rise was a huge song, not only for Arch Enemy but for the new generation of 21st-century melodic death metal they spearheaded. Guitarist Michael Amott had already laid down the melodeath blueprints with Carcass, while Arch Enemy themselves had already made three albums with singer Johan Liiva, but neither they nor anyone else had made an anthem quite like this.

As well as propelling the genre as a whole to greater heights and popularity, it provided a bigger platform for Angela Gossow – a hugely influential figure and one of the first prominent female vocalists to not only try but absolutely nail an extreme metal style. “Her emergence as a metal vocalist was, without hyperbole, revolutionary,” Svalbard’s Serena Cherry told us recently, and we’re not arguing.

84. Nightwish – Nemo (Once, 2004)

Nightwish didn’t invent symphonic metal, but alongside peers Within Temptation and Epica, they popularised it and packaged it to the masses. By 2004, the Finns had already established themselves as a major player in Europe, but with the sumptuous Nemo, they broke through on an unprecedented level.

No longer a niche concern in the geeky corners of the metal world, symphonic metal, in all its lavish, overwrought glory revelled under a global spotlight. Nemo’s fantastical magic, sparkling piano refrain and stirring melody has endured – it’s still the band’s best-known song – but its lasting image comes via its gothic music video, and then-singer Tarja Turunen singing in the snow in a blood-red coat. Nemo showed metal at its most fragile and beautiful.

95. Babymetal – Gimme Chocolate!! (Babymetal, 2014)

If elitists were tearing their hair out at the likes of Ghost, Bring Me The Horizon and Limp Bizkit being considered ‘metal’, then they might as well have just reached for the clippers for this one. The sight of three young Japanese girls rocking choreographed moves and singing sugary-sweet, J-pop-infused choruses about chocolate over heavy metal riffs was as shocking as it was delightful.

Babymetal hadn’t just broken the mould for metal, either; they’d given the West a fuller glimpse into the uniquely Japanese phenomenon of idol culture, and given the cutesy world of Kawaii a bigger global platform than ever. Overseen by band mastermind and producer extraordinaire, Key ‘Kobametal’ Kobayashi, Babymetal were unlike anything our world had seen before: equal parts hyper-polished girl band and full-on heavy metal experience, with their mysterious Kami Band backing musicians as formidable as any ‘proper’ metal band you could name.

Cynics moaned, but with the likes of Rob Halford, Metallica and Corey Taylor throwing in their support, the trio quickly transcended their ‘gimmick’ tag to become a legitimate force in the modern metal landscape.

99. Spiritbox – Holy Roller (Eternal Blue, 2022)

Spiritbox were already firmly established as Ones To Watch by the time Holy Roller, the first single from Eternal Blue, exploded like a hand grenade in the summer of 2020. Once those first, colossal riffs rang out, however, it was clear that the Canadian troupe hadn’t just levelled up considerably – they had successfully repositioned themselves as one of the most exciting and vital bands of their generation.

Backed by a memorable video inspired by Ari Aster’s disturbing Midsommar movie, Holy Roller was the perfect crystallisation of the last decade-plus of evolution in metal, packing djent, metalcore, nu metal and more into a massively crushing (but seriously catchy!) three minutes. “This song was never intended to be a single,” explained vocalist Courtney LaPlante later. “Our mission statement was, ‘Let’s make the most ridiculous song that we can.’”

[pumpkinsy0]

um more hcs for the 2000s au where they live in different countries pretty pretty pretty please with pony and curly shaped sprinkles on top of uhhhh paper that has been cut?

i cant wait to eat paper shreddings w pony and curly shaped sprinkles, THIS is what america was for, not silencing others,,,,,

ALSO QUICK FIX, its not early 2000s, omegle came out in 2009 so this au takes place in like 2009/2010

•ok SO, pony in the us, curly in haiti, this would mean curly didint immigrate!!!never even visited the us, immigrant shepards u do NOT make an apperance😢😢😢at least rn idk

•they met on omegle, pony was just on it to see how the website works and angela gets joy from being on it and forced curly along despite him telling her to get off it

•this au, curly cant speak english that good, or at all rlly, hes going based off ponys vibes, if ponys smiling keep going, if hes not, just stfu😭

•curly was hitting on pony in the omegle chat, not wven a hi, hello, first, and angela was SICK of watching it so she left and pony and curly stayed in that omegle

•soda and darrg knows about them video calling and isnt 100% onboard w it cause they dont know curly, #strangerdanger!!!

•googlr added kreyòl in 2010 as well, so FINALLY at some point pony could better understand pony and they got closer

•but before that, pony would ask darry to translate a sentence in kreyòl (or french) but bc kreyòl ISNT french just similar to it, darry could only take an educated guess in what curly was saying, and tim would translate some sentences from english cause he can kinda speak it

•ik they b ITCHIN to talk to each other, pony will NOTTT let being grounded stop him from talking to that man, he will take his ass to the library and use that computer to email curly if he has to, ponys not a big user of the internet but for curlys theres an exception

•haiti has a lot of parades and curlys a party animal, he has to tell pony he wont b online tonight and ponys always bored those nights</333, but he likes curlys body make up/costumes for em, hes drawn em sometimes!!!

•they send each other gifts from their country!!! they both have shelves of each others gifts in their room and stare at em a lot cause woaw,,,HE touched this,,,

•this version kf pony probably knows the most kreyòl out of the rest of the ponys now that i think about it, he can hold a small convo

•theyre both using the family computer, not only do they have to hide who theyre talking to, but their families r loud and annoying as shit, they could try to have a “date” and they see something going on in the background and its wither funny it its so awkward

[fettuccino-alfredi]

My thoughts on the first episode of Bit City

It pains me to say this but that first episode was just okay. I cannot believe they were 8 in that writer's room and that's the intro they came up with? I thought I missed something, they didn't present themselves or the segments of the show and that script made a Changela interaction seem forced and awkward when normally they share a brain cell. It's weird that they're the hosts but they barely did anything? I need more Changela banter between the segments to make more smooth transitions, not Angela saying "coming up next *blank*" and that's it. You watch something like the Daily Show and the host is the throughline of the episode, I would have a guest be interviewed by Angela and Chanse make sidebar jokes sprinkled throughout, play a game, have a smosh universe news segment, a monologue, etc. Everyone seemed nervous and that's fine, Tommy was physically sweating bullets during his part in the bts lol.

The rest of the bits were fine but some of them were way too long like Hot Goss shouldn't be 13 minutes imo and I don't know if doing topical humor is great when you film at least a month in advance, Jojo Siwa doesn't hit the same like last month. The reunion was good but I'm sad that Angela and Arasha didn't get to do a lot.

All of that being said I'm really excited about the new show and of course there's gonna be growing pains, compare Shayne's funeral to the Try Guy's and it's not the same thing lol. I think we will see bigger changes when episode 4/5 rolls around because they have 3 that are ready to go I think they said? One big positive is that the format is really versatile so they can edit and move things around to make it better and better.

[thewingedwolf]

okay so what we missed was another fight-

quinn was in the kitchen and might have accidentally started a fight between lisa and angela

it seems like it had something to do with quinn’s comment about lisa during the veto nomination, he thought she was a little too chipper when someone else was going to be going on the block

it also seems like it involved the powers at least to some degree - not quinn’s but angela’s theory about lisa having it - so the fight clearly went on for a while

angela said something like “go sprinkle your fairy dust tinker belle” to lisa during the fight, which tucker & chelsie found hilarious. angela regrets not being snappier with it aksjsj

quinn started crying at one point

angela retreated to her hoh room and lisa went to the bathroom to cry

lisa eventually came out to talk to quinn, they both spent a long time trying to apologize for how everything spiraled

chelsie went up to angela’s room ostensibly to do her hair but clearly to ask about what happened and why angela suspects lisa has a power

while lisa and quinn were rehashing (in front of kimo & t’kor who were weighing in a bit too), kenney, who is sitting right next to the pool table they’re all huddled around, just randomly started cam talking??

[player-1]

While I love that the Head will ignore practically everything screwed up in The City (ie. Lob Corp and post-Library of Ruina), but god forbid a sentient piece of code gets a smidgen of emotions or anyone attempts to bring back the dead with the practically limitless scope of technology the Districts possess...or not paying taxes, that's also a must. But with ongoing dilemma of what Dante is exactly (might count as AI since (forced) memory wipes don't work on him), it's only a matter of time before they send out the big guns for being a walking Taboo. I mean, the Limbus gang found Dante in D CORP, literally a block away from the Big Three and T Corp also being incredibly handsy with any and every clock in their home turf, but I'm pretty sure he's just going through a reverse Angela arc with all the implications sprinkled around. But hey, the parallels are still there so that's neat :)

[bullet-prooflove]

Is it too soon to request something from your Thursday dance party prompt list? If not can you please do either 4,7 or 8 with Tim Bradford whatever one you think will fit the story better thank you so much Donna 😊

Monster!Series:

Part One: Monster - Tim learns the reason you've been keeping your relationship a secret.

Part Two: The Gaslight (NSFW) - Tim tracks you down a month into your leave of absence.

Part Three: Stalemate - Captain Ashmore discovers your relationship with Tim.

Part Four: Foul Play - Ashmore employs another tactic in his hunt for you.

Part Five: Prayer - Tim comes face to face with his worst fear.

Part Six: Control - Ashmore reflects on what happened.

You slip away in the early hours of the morning.

A stroke they tell Tim, from the brain injury.

It’s a crushing blow because for a minute Tim actually thought you were going to make it, that the two of you would get a happy ending.

He puts it together in the aftermath after he hears about the video. He remembers that last night, the one the two of you were together. You’d been tangled up in bed, your bare skin brushing over his.

“I’m tired of this Tim.” You had whispered, your nose trailing along the length of his. “I’m tired of running, of living in fear.”

“Just a little while longer.” He’d promised you, his lips brushing over yours. “Promise me you’ll wait.”

That had been a month ago before Ashmore had found out about your relationship. It only occurs to him now that he never heard you make that promise, that he’d got distracted by other things because your hands had started wandering, your lips following suit.

He realises in his absence that it had gotten too much, and he doesn’t blame you. Ashmore had victimised you all over again and there is only so far you can only push another person before they snap. You had no evidence of his past abuse, except the scars that you wore beneath your clothes.

They’d found the cameras above the front door and in the living room, they were well concealed, not something you’d notice on first glance. By returning to the house last night, you’d been sending up a flare for Ashmore to come and get you, knowing he would drive by the same way he did every night.

The problem was you’d underestimated his rage. You hadn’t seen the look in his eyes when he’d seen the photographs of you and Tim, the vitriol, the violence.

He tells your story at the trial, the shit that Ashmore did to you. The beatings, the threats, the violence. He discusses the scars on your body, the ones he’d traced over in the depths of the night. When he talks about you, it’s with a heavy heart and a monotone voice because he’s been numb since the day you passed away, he doesn’t feel a God damn thing anymore.

He takes a leave of absence after Ashmore is convicted for murder, driving your ashes up the coast to Seattle. The two of you had talked about taking a trip before Ashmore had come back into your life. He still has the handwritten list of the sights you wanted to see tucked away in his wallet.

The Space Needle.

Kubota Garden.

Bainbridge Island.

He tours them all.

He takes the Night Ferry back to the city, sprinkling your ashes into the water as the lights glow in the background. You would have loved this view, he thinks.

He hasn’t shed a tear since that night in the hospital, but he bawls like a baby in his hotel room that evening, pressing his face into the pillow to stifle the noise. There’s emptiness deep inside of him because now you’re gone, and he isn’t sure how he’s supposed to live with that.

He returns to LA three days later to the news that Ashmore was shanked in prison. Your ex-husband barely survives and Tim finds himself glad that he did because he wants the other man to suffer for what he did to you. He wants him to live in terror every single day, to experience the same torture that you did, knowing there’s no way to escape it.

He goes back to work, immersing himself in the shifts, taking on extra ones. Angela takes pity on him, forcing him to come to dinner with Angela, Wes and Jack. When he holds the baby, his chest feels tight and his eyes sting because he wanted this with you, a family, a child.

He drinks himself to sleep that night.

When he wakes up, he reaches for you, his hand smoothing across the cool sheets, gripping them in his fist so hard that his knuckles turn white. He calls in sick that morning because he can’t face the day.

It’s Chen that snaps him out of it.  She needs help rehoming her dog and the truth is Tim’s needs the company. Things change when Kojo comes to live with him. He starts to develop a routine. His days get a little brighter, his heart a little lighter.

You’d want him to live, he thinks as he sits on the beach with Kojo. And that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

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[xxsuicidalravenxx]

I am so stuck in my amangela hyper-fixation that it may be a wee bit concerning but omg I just love them so much. Like irl they are genuinely such good friends and I really do believe that they are platonic soulmates which just makes rpf writing so fun cause you get to sprinkle in so many things with them. And then on top of that they just seem like genuinely amazing people and god I love those two so bad.

Fully believe that adding Angela, Arasha, and Chanse was the best thing smosh has ever done cast member wise.

Anyways done with my little ramble. I am just going insane over these two per-usual 🫠👍

[mellowsadistic]

Couples Therapy - Part 2

Angela spent most of the afternoon watching cartoons. She’d been insulted when Eric had sat her in front of the television and put on a little kids’ channel for her, but she’d barely managed to start complaining before the bright colours of the show drew her in. Even if it was a silly plot about a little baby bear leaning to be good for her Daddy, it was actually quite fun to watch.

Later, she made a bit of a mess at dinner, and Eric needed to wipe her mouth clean for her and send her off to change her top. He’d even joked about getting her a bib. Angela had giggled, but really she’d been a bit scared. She didn’t want to wear a bib like a baby, and she didn’t know why she’d had such a hard time getting her food in her mouth like a big girl.

But it wasn’t until she was getting ready for bed that evening that Angela really started to get upset, when she walked into their bedroom and saw the large disposable diaper waiting for her on the bed. She froze immediately at the sight of it. Even though she knew she wore them every night (didn’t she?), there was something about seeing it this time that was different. “I can’t… I don’t want to… I’m not wearing that.”

“Sweetheart,” said Eric, like he was explaining something very simple to someone stupid. “You have to wear your nappy otherwise you’ll make a big mess. You’ll go pee-pee all over the sheets, darling, just like you do every night, and I don’t want to have to wake up in wet sheets.”

Angela blushed. She felt utterly pathetic.

“But it’s okay, baby,” Eric cooed, and Angela felt butterflies fluttering in her tummy at the gentle tone of his voice. “I still think you’re adorable, even with a yucky wet diaper on. I don’t care that you’re not fully potty trained at night, sweetie.”

Angela’s face went even redder, but at the same time a pleasant tingle ran down her spine. Lucky girl. She was a lucky girl to have Eric. She held out her arms hopefully, and he responded by pulling her in for a big cuddle. His hand reached down to cup her bottom possessively.

Angela felt dizzy, she felt drunk, and she didn’t even resist as Eric stripped off all of her clothes and laid her gently down on the bed, with her bare bottom planted right on the seat of the bulky adult nappy. ‘Good girl,” he crooned as he sprinkled her nether regions with baby powder and patted it into her skin. “That’s a good girl.” He taped her diaper tightly around her waist, and pulled her back to her feet. She stood there awkwardly, her legs spread apart by the thickness of her nappy, shifting from foot to foot. Eric started to undress as well, down to his boxer shorts. But he didn’t have any babyish underwear to change into because he was a grown-up.

Angela was about to get into bed when she realised she hadn’t put a top on. Did she usually go to bed topless? She looked down at her large bare breasts and felt a bizarre urge to start jiggling them, to start bouncing them up and down. She giggled. She was such a silly girl!

“What are you giggling at, sweetie?” her husband asked, smiling.

“Nufing!” Angela blushed and shook her head. “I mean, nothing.” She was just being dumb. She was being a silly girl. She couldn’t tell him she’d been thinking about bouncing her boobies – that would be so embarrassing! It definitely wasn’t something that a big girl would do. But then it wasn’t something a little girl would do either, was it? Because they didn’t even have boobies! Angela screwed up her face in concentration.

Eric laughed. “Silly girl! Are you trying to do thinkies? It’s bedtime, sweetie. Time to turn that sweet little brain off.”

Angela scowled. Eric knew she hated being talked down to. She stuck out her bottom lip and stomped her foot to show him how angry she was. “Don’t patwonise me!” she whined.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, but there was something about his eyes that made Angela feel like he was still laughing at her. She got into bed grumpily, her tits jiggling and her diaper crinkling loudly. Eric got into bed next to her and immediately pressed himself right up against her body, reaching round to grab one of her boobs so tightly that she winced. She almost moved away instinctively. Weren’t they fighting about something? Weren’t they angry with each other for some reason? But then she remembered that good girls didn’t do that. Good girls didn’t say no with their mouths or their bodies.

Angela frowned. That didn’t sound right. She wasn’t her husband’s property… was she? But she felt herself getting wet at the thought. It had been a while since they’d have sex, although she wasn’t sure why. She was so horny. She imagined him taking her now, ripping her nappy off and ramming his cock inside her, using her any way he liked. Then she pulled a face, sickened with herself. Where were these thoughts coming from?! She wasn’t a whore! Even so, she didn’t push her husband away. Eric didn’t fuck her that night, but Angela drifted off to sleep with his hard cock pressed firmly against her padded bottom.

When she woke up the next morning, her diaper was soaked with pee-pee. Even though she knew it was something that happened to her every morning (although her actual memories were a little foggy), it still felt strange and embarrassing. It was so yucky! The sodden nappy was cold and clammy, and it reeked of piss. Their whole bedroom smelled like urine now. She’d probably smell like pee herself for the rest of the day. Her new perfume… She untangled herself from Eric’s arms and slipped out of bed, nearly gagging when her diaper sagged as she stood up. It was so heavy!

She heard Eric moving behind her, and turned around. Her husband was propping himself up in bed, looking at her with a smile that was a too much like a smirk. “Do you need changing, sweetie?” he asked.

She looked at him dumbly.

“Do you need me to help?” he tried again, nodding at her waist.

She followed his gaze to the sopping wet Pampers sagging between her thighs, and felt herself going red. No! She didn’t need help changing! She wasn’t a baby! A mental image of herself laying on her back with her legs in the air flashed in her mind, and she shook her head vigorously. “No fank you,” she mumbled. “I mean, no thank you.” What was wrong with her voice? She sounded silly. Silly like that secretary at the therapist’s office. A lisping porn parody. She ran her fingers through her hair and over her bare chest. No pigtails. No stripper tits. She was a big girl. A respectable woman.

“Okay sweetheart,” her husband said, smiling patiently. “Go change your nappy then.”

Angela broke out of her thoughts, realising she’d been standing there stupidly, like she was waiting for his permission to go. She turned around and toddled to the bathroom as quickly as she could, her droopy diaper swinging about between her legs as she went. She imagined she could feel his eyes on her backside and her face burned with shame. She must look so stupid!

She nearly cried when she saw herself in the bathroom mirror. She was a sexy grown woman with great tits and a tight body, right up until you got to her waist, where instead of seeing her cleanly shaved pussy and toned ass, there was a bulky disposable diaper hanging heavily between her legs, clearly full to the brim with wee-wee. When she undid the tapes, it fell to the floor with a wet smack. She got to work cleaning herself up with wet wipes, making sure to get every bit of pee around her nether regions. She couldn’t stand being so dirty. Even as a child, she’d always hated any activities that got her messy. When she was done, she shoved her used nappy in the tiny bathroom bin and wandered back into the bedroom naked.

Eric had arranged her clothes out on the bed for her, and for a moment, Angela could only stare at them in disbelief – a pastel-pink, little-girlish frock with frilly white ankle socks, trainers, and a pair of baby-blue panties with Disney princesses on the crotch. The outfit looked exactly like something a four-year-old would wear. Angela was about to shout, when all of a sudden a strange fuzziness filled her mind. She thought of the lovely swirling colours she’d seen at the therapist’s office, and looked at the clothes again. They were kind of cute. They weren’t baby clothes after all. They just looked a bit silly, and she was a silly girl.

Angela smiled vacantly at Eric when he started to dress her, sliding her underwear up her legs and pulling her frock over her head (“Arms up! That’s a good girl!”), even pulling on her socks and tying her shoelaces for her. She felt looked after. She felt pretty and cute. She felt like a good girl.

Once they were downstairs, she hopped from foot to foot impatiently while Eric put his own shoes on at the door. “Come onnn!” she whined, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, lifting it up absent-mindedly and flashing her adorable little-girl undies.

“Looking forward to seeing the therapist, sweetie?” he asked, chuckling at her immature antics as he finished putting his shoes on and picked up a large sports bag.

Angela nodded her head eagerly. She wanted to see the pretty lights again.

“Good girl,” said Eric, taking her hand. A pleasant tingle ran down Angela’s spine and into her pussy. “Let’s get going, baby.”