#Cotton Rock ‘n’ Roll 2

[satoshi-mochida]

Cotton Fantasy 2 announced for console, PC, and arcade

Gematsu Source

SUCCESS Corporation has announced Cotton Fantasy 2 (title tentative) for console, PC, and arcade. A release date was not announced.

The original Cotton Fantasy is currently available for PlayStation 4, Switch, PC via Steam, and arcade.

Here is the announcement trailer video description:

The next Cotton game is set in Japan!? The latest entry in the shooting game series that depicts the adventures of the familiar, gluttonous witch Cotton has finally begun development! Furthermore, the stage of her next adventure is Japan!? Cotton soars through the skies, dressed as an oiran, in an all-new world! Development on Cotton Fantasy 2 is now underway!

Watch the announcement trailer below.

Announce Trailer

[seobsroot]

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN US

summary: jake has known you since you two popped out of the womb, he’s loved you ever since

contains: childhood besties to lovers (maybe my fav trope idk)

warnings: jake hating all your bfs, hopelessly in love jake, oblivious jake and reader, x fem reader, mentions of y/n’s douchebag date

jake sim has been your best friend since the beginning of time it seems. he’s been attached to your hip and you don’t really mind. “this movie is so boring.” he blurted as he ran his hands down your legs that were on top of his lap. “womp womp. i asked you what movie you wanted to watch and what did you say?” you awaited an answer and he rolled his eyes. “you pick” “exactly so don’t complain.”

you turned your head back to the movie and he whined. your phone went off and you looked to see who it was. jake could tell who it was by the reaction you had. you started gettting all giggly, he hated it. he didn’t know why exactly. you started typing really fast and he kept looking at you from his peripheral. he wishes he could make you smile like that. he shook his head quickly, you’re his best friend since you two were babies. why was he acting like this?

you got up from the couch and went to your room. “what happened?” he got up from his slumped position to a more upright one at your absence. “m/n is coming to get me in like 30 minutes and i have to get ready.” you headed back to your room and jake sat on your couch and nodded even though you couldn’t see anymore. what does he have that jake doesn’t?

he huffed and got up and went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. you’ve had many boyfriends over the past few years and jake has liked a few, like 2 or 3 out of the 6 you’ve introduced to him. he’s had about 2 girlfriends, but they never clicked for him. you can’t lie and say you never liked jake, but you thought he never had interest so you never made a move. he went back to the couch and laid across it.

“how do i look?” you came out in a black body con dress, a leather jacket over top, white heels, and your hair in a messy bun. you had only mascara on, but honestly that was all you needed. he took all of it in and breathed out. you smelled like vanilla with a hint of citrus. “you look amazing.” he said and you smiled. “thank you jakey. you can stay here if you want, i’ll be back in like 2 hours.” you said and waved to him bye.

he knew this wasn’t your boyfriend yet, but he hated this. he wanted you so bad, but he knew he couldn’t have you. it killed him on the inside. he slumped on your couch and accidentally fell asleep. he woke up to the sound of the door opening and he rubbed the sleep off and looked up at you. your mascara was running and you looked so sad. a look of worry washed over his face and he brought you into a hug.

“what happened?” he asked as his rubbed your back. “we went on the date and he started flirting with other girls in front of me! then i started getting mad at him and he got angry with me because i got mad at him! can you believe it jakey? oh i’m so pissed.” you cried more angry tears and he rocked you back and forth. “how did you get home? did he drive you?” you shook your head, “uber.” he huffed,

“why didn’t you call me to come get you? what if something happened?” he kept rocking you both and you shrugged. “didn’t want to worry you.” he pushed you off him. “this is any better? coming back to you crying with mascara down your face?” he grabbed your hand and took you to your bathroom.

he put you on the bathroom counter and grabbed your cotton pads and micellar water. he started wiping off the ruined mascara and applied your skin care. you looked into his eyes as he did this and you started smiling. “y/n.” he said and you hummed. “it’s always been you.” he blurted and you raised an eyebrow. “i’ve barely dated because it’s always been you. you’re the girl for me. they just don’t get me like you do, but i was scared to make a move because you were always getting new boyfriends and i could barely stay with one and it was-“ you kissed him to stop his rambling.

“jake. it’s always been us. no matter what our relationship looks like. whether it’s as lovers or as friends. it’s always been us, this lifetime or the next. i’ve always liked you, but i didn’t think you were into me. i didn’t want to cause a rift within our friendship because i cherish it so much. you’re my person forever.” he started crying and you wiped his tears and kissed him again.

“forever us pretty girl.”

i deserve him chat

[courtingchaos]

A Need

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Warnings: Somnophilia, sleepy awake sex

A/N: Technically this is park of Freak Like Me so keep the teeth freaks in mind okay? Also this is consensual, don’t @ me. 😘

Freak Like Me

NSFW 18+ No Minors

Clammy skin is what wakes you first. Sheets pressed into your back slightly damp and heat trapped with you in the middle. You push your leg out before you toss the whole sheet and the night air is cool on your exposed skin. You settle back into the mattress, face pressed into your pillow, sure you’ll drop off again soon when the crack of Eddie’s knuckles against the headboard startles you.

“Ed?” You rasp and turn your head to squint at him in the darkness. The outline of his profile picks up the meager light from the window, lips parted slightly when he takes a deep breath. You watch him for a sign of stirring but he seems to have just tossed his arm over his head in his sleep. The divot of his armpit and the slope of his shoulder into his neck seem to sing at you in the quiet. Even though you’ve just shucked the covers off you tiredly roll into his side and lay your arm over his chest, knee hiking up to rest over his hip.

Now it’s your nose pushed into his chest and breathing in his skin, warm and smelling like the fresh sheets under you. His heartbeat under your ear doesn’t speed and his hand stays still above his head while you settle again, fingers rubbing gently over his naked ribs. In his waking hours he’d slap your hand away while giggling but now you get to sooth yourself back to sleep.

Until you shift your hip and your knee rubs along something.

He shifts under you and his jaw snaps shut, a crease in his brow momentarily before his face smooths out again. You press your knee forward again and tilt your head up to watch him, a sleepy smirk on your face. “Ed?” A slide of your hand down his stomach and under the the thin sheet. “Eddie?” A whisper in the quiet, close to his ear, just under his jaw. When he doesn’t respond that sensitive spot gets a light kiss while you press your knee into his cock.

From his nightstand the clock glows a red 2:52 AM at you, almost the witching hour that brings your wicked idea to the front of your thoughts.

You move slowly to sit up and brace yourself before you swing a leg over his hips to straddle him. A little sound in the back of his throat and a nuzzling of his head into his pillow and he stills again, breathing deep and even. Soft fingers hook under the band of his boxers to pull until he’s bared to you, hot and heavy against his pale thigh. You don’t bother pulling off your own underwear, just hooking the soaked cotton to the side while you grab him gently, a few strokes just to feel the velvet soft skin.

His features are softer than normal in the light that spills in from outside and you keep your eyes trained on his face when you hover over him, head of his cock pressed against your entrance while you tease yourself with him. He’s never this still, always hands roaming and mouth running, always trying to one up himself. Now though with his mouth pressed closed and hands lax, you get to use him.

He’s done this with you before, a gentle rocking waking you from a deep slumber only to end up wide awake and moaning his name. Lost in memory you roll your hips over the flushed head and let it catch on your clit, eyes rolling with a groan pushed through your nose quietly. Eddie shifts his head again, another crease in his brow and you’re tired of taunting yourself. A slight press and you push him inside, just barely so you can brace your hands on his chest before you fully sit. The force of not guiding him slowly makes you gasp and his face pulls into a grimace before his hand flexes over his head.

You bounce your hips once and you both make a small whimpering sound. Riding him like this you know it won’t take long for you, not when his cock brushes along that spot, made more sensitive when you picture him waking to you coming undone. It takes you no time to loose yourself in the rhythm of skin hitting skin and you stop paying attention to his face when your eyes unfocus, mouth dropping open to pant loudly.

“Wh-what’re you-oh.” Eddie mumbles awake, eyes blinking tightly and hands rousing. You reach a hand up, your fingers draping over his chin and pulling at his bottom lip, a halfhearted attempt at getting him to be quiet.

“I c-couldn’t help m-myself.” You keep the fast pace you’ve built, ass bouncing against his thighs while you chase you’re almost in reach high.

“S’fine.” Both of his hands are animate against you, fingers groping along the fat of your thighs and up up up. Wide palms cup under your ass, a soft touch in his half asleep state. He sucks in a deep breath that catches in his chest when your own fingers tighten against him, hooking on his jaw. “You can take it.” He’s watching from barely open eyes. “You can use me.”

“Fuck.” It comes out as a hiss, the frenzy of your movement turning into grinding. The rough thatch of dark hair just above his cock barely giving you enough friction, a tease of pressure but it feels too good to stop. “Eddie.” You whine into the dark and he grins sleepily up at you, thumbs rubbing against your hips.

“You close?” His voice is scratchy and deep, still tinged with slumber not yet finished. You nod while a moan pulls out of you, the crest of your orgasm building up your spine quickly.

“So good, baby.” He’s holding your hips down against him and you loose your rhythm. “You just needed me, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

“Couldn’t wait till morning?”

“No!” A sob falls from your lips when the pleasure breaks, a tension cut from your shoulders that drops you into his chest. Your hips still roll against his but it’s sporadic, the air filled with your deep breaths and small whines.

“Oh good girl.” His hands sooth up your back, under your T-shirt to slide up until one rest on the back of your neck. A light grip that keeps your cheek pressed into his chest where his voice rumbles. “You can take what you want baby.” That necklace he made you presses into your collarbone, a warm feeling of closeness butts up against the ebbing heat of your peak. “Just wanna be close.” He pushes his face into your hair to kiss you and pulls his knees up behind you to give himself leverage. “Can I take something?” A short thrust up that makes your groan into his skin.

“Yes, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” He whispers against the crown of your head, another thrust of his hips that makes you feel like cloth draped over him. He grips your side and your neck to keep you still as he sets his lazy pace, cock dragging slow along your oversensitive insides.

“I know.” He shushes your quiet whines. “I know it feels good.” Your fingers end up in his hair where they wind around ringlets and cradle the base of his skull. The slow meeting of your bodies has you feeling the pull of sleep again behind your eyes, the wet glide of him between your legs and his soft hair running through your fingers enough to sooth you back into a twilight sleep. “Just lay there.” A hitch in his words as his hips stutter. “I got you.”

“Okay, Ed.” A grin pressed against him. Half conscious while he uses you back, thrusts loosing that lazy pace to shove up into you hurriedly, half formed curses pushed between his teeth before he cums. The warmth trickles between you while Eddie catches his breath, still clutching you to him. A rouge thumb matches yours where it rubs circles behind your ear that just sends you into a deeper calm.

“You falling asleep?”

“Mhm.”

“So quickly?”

“Mhm.”

“Sounds good.” His breathing is already evened out and slowing, his feet sliding back down to lay flat on the bed. One of your own dangles off the edge of the bed, just out from under the sheet. You know you’ll get sweaty again and you can already feel the wet warmth between you where he still hasn’t pulled out. A mess for sure, but a mess for the daylight.

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 4

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

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Warning!!

>Blood

>fainting (again ik)

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Superman was flying right beside the bat jet, fully in thought when the comm in his ear beeps.

"She left you a voice message, you know." Batman says sitting comfortably in the cockpit of the jet.

Superman smiles a little with his fists stretched out in front of him, per usual.

"Did you listen to it?"

"Of course, she could've been contacting another villain."

Superman rolls his eyes. "She's not a villain! Why do you always have to be so suspicious!"

Batman turns his head slowly and Clark didn't have to use x ray vision to see Batman's eye roll.

"You know what! Nevermind, play the message."

The light banter between him and Batman brings little smile to his face before he straightens up and listens to the voice message.

(Voice message Y/n recorded in Part 3)

Clark smiles hearing the nickname 'Glasses' then hears a little chuckle from batman.

He looks back to see batman totally straight-faced and not having moved since the last time he looked.

"I have super hearing remember?"

Batman presses his lips together, a little embarrassed getting caught laughing, before quickly starting the jets decent.

"We're here."

Superman snorts before following behind, and the jet finally landing on a small decserted island.

Once their both firmly on the ground, Batman confidently walks into the jungle.

"Who exactly is our lead? We're really far off from Gotham right now, there's no way any bad guys are around here."

Batman shakes his head, pushing a few leaves out of the way.

"I wouldn't call them bad guys, more like, reformed, thanks to my help-"

Making a quick side step, Batman avoids a vine charging right at him that superman effortlessly catches with his hand. Only after he grabbed it a red and black hammer is swung against the back of his head and breaks into hundreds of little woodchips.

"Hey! That was my favorite hammer!" a girl walks out from the bushes. Harley Quinn! Dressed in casual clothes but hair still tied into two ponytails.

"You should've warned me you'd be coming Batman!" Ivy, also wearing casual clothes stepped out of the bushes and yanks the vine out of Superman's hands.

"I sent a communication through hours ago, you should've gotten it by now."

Ivy's eyes slowly slide over to Harley, who giggles innocently.

"Red! Baby, did I mention Bat's is gonna swing by?"

~~

Y/n was slumped down on the floor right where Batman and Superman left her. Her fist was clutched shut tightly with blood leaking from between her fingers.

"Why is my hand bleeding? Why can my blood burn things?!"

Her heart beats quickly but she quickly takes deep breaths in through her nose then out.

"Ok, ok! Calm down, it's probably fine! Just bandage it up!"

She shakily pushes herself back up to stand. She slipped suddenly and almost sent herself flying over the railing and into the cave rocks below.

She growls and hits her head with her free hand.

"C'mon Y/n! Pull yourself together!"

She quickly runs to the medical cabinet, grabbing a hand full of bandaid and wrapping her bloodied hand quickly.

Once it was neatly and tightly wrapped up, Y/n felt herself breath again, until the bandages drop from her hand as the blood melted through the cotton material.

Y/n growls and squeezes her first shut again. She looked around for anything she was able to use to keep her blood frop dripping holes into the ground.

"Computer! Is there any way you could contact Batman right now?!"

The computer beeps once before it's voice echoes though the Bat-cave.

"I'm currently unable to reach him due to comm's being out of range. I will alert him as soon as he's back in range. Is there anything I can help with?"

Y/n scrunches her nose before stomping her foot on the ground in frustration.

"UGH! Shit!"

She looks back down at her hand before getting a small idea.

"I-I need something indestructible! The Bat's gotta have something like that here!"

The computer takes a moment before it makes a accepted sound.

From one of cases where Batman's suits are displayed, a door opens to a suit that looks close to all the others with the exception of bits of a golden metal embedded in it.

"This suit is made of Nth Metal. A metal that is used by Hawkman and others of his kind, nearly indestructible."

Y/n bites her lip and takes hold of the chest plate before yanking it off the mannequin.

"Sorry Batman!"

Feeling a bit of relief she looks around before spotting a notebook and pen.

After a few moments she's comfortably sat against a wall on the ground with her hand resting in the chest plate letting her blood drip from her palm into the chest plate like a bowl.

The notebook was resting on her leg as she scribbled down notes. Perfectly content and distracting herself with small doodles and notes.

"I really hope Batman and superman get here fast!"

She mumbles before leaning back and looking up at the roof.

"Clark, I really need you right now."

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Back in the jungle, Batman and superman were sat up in Harley and Ivy's small tree house.

The house walls made from vines and wooden floors, of course mixed in with some solar panels for electricity for Harley.

"This girl, she's got my Toxin in her blood? And she hasn't died? That's not possible, her organs should've melted from its acids by now."

Batman spots a visible flinch from Superman before quickly adding,

"Well, they haven't, we believe that the Joker venom and Scarecrow toxin have something to do with that. Was there anyone on the island recently?"

Harley was sitting next to Ivy playing with her hair when she chimed in.

"Well, There might've been some nasty looken guys on the island a few nights ago."

Harley pouts and looks up at Batman.

"They grabbed some of the Hogweed on the far side of the island, one of the plants carrying Ivy's toxin."

Superman growls before yelling,

"And you let them?!"

"Of course not!" Ivy yells back.

"We killed alot of them, but one guy got away! With a very small amount of the toxin."

Batman lifts his forearm and types onto the small screen in his cuff.

"This means they didn't have enough to make more than 1 green vile. Their intended target was one person from the start."

Superman clenches his fists with a few small knuckle clicks.

"That night I went to the storage, there weren't any other viles, only the one I took straight to you. It was a trap intended to poison Batman."

Batman looks down thinking for a second before swiftly standing up.

"We need to get back to the Reporter, make sure there aren't any other Toxin's we missed!"

Superman agrees and they both walk to the exit together before hearing Harley's voice, stopping them for a second.

"If I know anything 'bout Mister J, it's that he never makes mistakes. And if he does, it's always included in the plan somehow."

Batman only nods back at her before using the grappling hook to swing down from the tree.

It was a few minutes away from the island when batman gets a notification in the bat jet.

"What is it?" Superman asks having heard the alert.

"It's the girl, she asked the computer to call for us about 2 hours ago."

Superman feels his heart skip a beat and without another word a sonic boom follows his speeding up.

Batman puts the jet into super-speed and follows quickly behind Superman.

Landing aggressively onto the floor of the bat cave he scans for any sight of Y/n. When he spots her sitting on the ground, the chest plate was almost overflowing with blood and Y/n was out cold. The note book she'd been writing in had fallen onto the floor beside her.

He speeds over to her and lifts her hand out of the pool of blood that had burned her sleeve and only slightly burned her skin.

"She's lost alot of blood!" Superman yells to batman when he puts her back down on the med bay bed.

Batman makes quick work of her hand when he uses a thicker bandage used for Super's to wrap her hand.

"Stupid girl! Get her linked to the monitors!" Even for Batman, he had a slight bit of worry entangled in the anger in his voice.

Superman takes a stick on heart rate monitor and placing it on her chest right beneath her collar bone.

"She needs blood, but no human blood is gonna save her now!" Batman declared.

Superman realized what Batman was suggesting and shakes his head quickly stepping back.

"No! We have no idea what my blood will do to her! We don't even know if my blood is Human compatible!"

"CLARK!" Batman yells aggressively grabbing Superman by the shoulders.

"She may not have a choice! Save her, Clark. I know what she means to you."

Superman clenches his teeth giving Y/n a small glance over batman's shoulder.

"Alright, but I don't know how she's gonna handle Superman giving her blood."

"Then don't be Superman."

[okay-j-hannah]

A Merchant Sailor

Pirates of the Caribbean : Fic

Will Turner x Reader

Word Count: 3061

Warnings: Swarthy pirates fighting each other... Will being lied to... Will also being a sweetheart 

Request: “This is me absolutely begging and foaming at the mouth for you to write a Will Turner x reader. I’m fine with fluff or smut lmao. I have a couple ideas if you also want to write multiple (or blend them into 1), you totally don’t have to though. Being Jacks sister but also constantly making berth at Port Royale when you were younger, results in a close friendship between you and a certain Mr. Will Turner. The killer is, you always told Will your brother was a merchant and that you would accompany him on his trips. In reality, you were always off doing pirate things with Jack. Consequently, the day Jack broke into Mr. Brown’s smithery, you later arrived with Will. This resulted in a 2 on 1 fight (or maybe not) with a lot of confused looks being shared between Jack and yourself. Plus Will defending your honor” @gingerdissapointment

A/N: Pretending to be a merchant, you befriend Will Turner as you keep your pirating a secret, until your brother forces you to reveal the truth

Her sword clashed terribly with the swarthy pirates of the East Atlantic, fighting over hidden treasure beneath the sandy shores of a neutral island. She kicked up the dry sand, silencing the battle cry of the enemy.

He spit and scratched at his eyes as (Y/N) jabbed the sword into his stomach, shoving him aside. Whipping around the beach, Jack pranced away from a group of opposing pirates. She rolled her eyes at his wailing.

“For the love…” she ran after her brother, realizing that with the crew winning the battle, the other pirates were running for Jack. In his hands lay the key to the gold.

She waved off Cotton’s parrot and threw a dagger at Marty, the blade sticking into the sand, to give him a chance to cut the ropes around his wrists. Ahead was Jack and a quartet of pirates splashing along the shore.

The erratic steps of their captain sent seawater cascading onto his pursuers. The noise was enough cover for (Y/N) to pull another dagger from her many pockets and throw it at the furthest pirate. It sunk into the back of the assailants neck, sending him splashing into the sandy water.

The remaining three didn’t notice the bigger splash as they continued their cries of pursuit. (Y/N) was gaining on them, searching for another object to throw at them, silently thanking her brother for his distracting, wild methods of escape.

She spotted a mound of rock creeping out of the ocean and as they neared it, she grasped a pockmarked rock from the thick, muddy sand. Grunting from the momentum, she swung her arm wide and launched the weathered stone at the next pirate. She successfully cracked the top of his skull, forcing him to fall froward into the sea and salt.

The thunk of his unconscious body alerted his crewmate, a bare chested man with sunburnt skin. He seemed momentarily confused to see a much younger girl running at him.

It was enough of a distraction that he didn’t react to the elbow she rammed into him. With the speed of her steps it was the right amount of force to throw him from his feet. She slashed her sword across his legs as she tumbled forward, hopefully keeping him incapacitated and unable to follow further.

Adrenaline coursed past the burning of her muscles as she screamed at her brother, “I swear to God you will be carrying me back to the ship after I save your pitchy drunken arse!”

She reached the last assailant, tackling him into the salty shore. Her cry of accusation spoke through Jack’s panic, making him peek behind his shoulder and then stop altogether, completely perplexed as to why all four pirates chasing him just moments before were all in the seawater.

But a second longer he realized it was his little sister rolling around with the final pirate, splashing wet sand and salty water all around them.

“Oh,” Jack gasped, winded from his erratic run, “The cursed stowaway decides to be helpful.”

“Bastard,” she growled, finally pummeling the hilt of her sword against the pirates temple. “I was never a stowaway.”

Jack made a disgusted face as the pirate’s flailing limbs stilled against the shore. “You disturb me.”

“Likewise,” she breathed heavy, rising to her feet completely soaked and flecked with sand. “Do you run like that on purpose?”

“I have no idea what you mean.” He pushed past her, extracting the old rusty key needed for the hidden treasure of the island.

She wobbled on her shaky legs, “You look like you’re running on hot coals, prancing on your tiptoes like that.”

They followed their footsteps quickly being washed away by the frothy waves. They passed over the rocky pockmarked mound and after pausing in her bickering with her brother, found something half submerged in the water.

Saltwater seeping into her boots, she crouched and extracted a massive opalescent seashell. It glimmered in a rainbow of colors with the sunlight warming the face of it. It was peach and coral and lavender and seafoam and crystal blue.

It made her chapped lips smile at finding another relic of the ocean for her best friend.

During the many adventures of Jack Sparrow and his stubborn little sister, they managed a few trips to the provenance of Port Royal. There (Y/N) had befriended a young blacksmith apprentice.

At the age of thirteen she was mastering the art of pickpocketing and stealing small objects from markets and stores. On her way to swipe a few daggers from the outside barrel, Will Turner had come out with grease stained hands and a soot covered face.

She quickly dropped the blades back in the barrel.

Will looked her up and down, a young lad of her similar age. “Can I help you?” He eyed the hand she hid behind her back.

“Just… looking for a gift,” she cleared her throat, “For my brother.”

“You want to give him a sword?” Will rubbed his dirty hands along his apprentice apron, “Is he a part of the Navy?”

She blinked a few times, “He’s a merchant. We sail to different ports to sell our goods.”

The answer seemed to put him more at ease. He believed her. “I could see where a sword might be helpful. There are less friendly types along distant shores – pirates and the like.”

She nodded slowly.

There was a pause before he continued, “I’m William Turner.” He seemed bashful to extend his grimy hand.

She gave a shy smile, weeks at sea with a motely crew and her pirate brother made her yearn for friends and company. She slowly accepted his hand, “I’m (Y/N).”

“And your surname?”

“Just (Y/N),” she smiled.

He smiled back, “It’s not proper to call a lady by her first name.”

She almost gawked – it was the most manners she’d seen in years, “I have no other name.”

“Your family name?” he asked, a little line appearing between his brows. “What of your brother?”

“We were orphaned at a young age,” she shrugged, “There was no record of our full titles.”

Will nodded solemnly, “I’m sorry.”

She looked towards the ground, “I’ll tell my brother of your smithery. Perhaps we’ll visit again.”

A desire to give her more of a reason to see him again, Will extracted a freshly polished sword from the wall. “Here, use this for your gift.”

“But I haven’t any money,” she said quietly.

“Then I’m gifting it to you,” he grinned, “I’m learning to make swords, I’ll just make another to replace this one.”

She laughed, “Thank you, Mr. Turner. I should do well to return the favor in the future.”

He passed over the hilt, “I look forward to our next meeting, Miss…” He seemed to struggle for a moment, “Miss. (Y/N).”

Five years had passed since that initial meeting and at reaching adolescence, (Y/N) was excitedly walking the streets of Port Royal to find the smithery. Over the years she had developed the habit of collecting trinkets and objects of her travels to show Will.

He still believed her to be a merchant, learning the trade from her honorable elder brother. And he found himself looking hopefully towards the white sails of the docks more than once to see her briny steps.

He longed for her visits, growing accustomed to her witty banter, wild stories, and lovely smile. And in the meantime, he practiced the art of black smithery and fashioned her intricate and deadly weapons, hoping to be of help as she sold them at the next port.

In reality (Y/N) was using these gifted weapons in her adventures pillaging islands and seeking treasure with her pirate crew.

To make herself feel somewhat better about all the lying, she sought to gift bits of all the gold and treasure she found to Will. He always got so excited to see things from beyond the shores of Port Royal.

“Mr. Turner,” she said orderly, “The coals have gone cold. What are you doing dallying about?”

Will turned from his workshop table, smile already on his clean shaven face. The summer had been kind to him, growing a couple inches and broadening his shoulders since the last time they met.

“Miss. (Y/N),” he said quietly, as if relieved she had come back at all. It was easy to imagine horrors befalling her while at sea, “You can’t imagine how good it is to see you.”

They hugged each other, (Y/N) laughing and Will grinning. He apologized for getting soot on her cheek, attempting to rub it away, “I’m so sorry.”

“Not at all,” she waved his fingers away, not wishing to have him feel how flushed the action made her.

He seemed in a similar state as a pink color flooded high on his cheekbones. “You’ve brought me more souvenirs?” he said as he spotted the bundle under her arm.

“Yes,” she said eagerly, “You’ll never believe what I found.” She went to the workshop table and laid out a roll of leathery animal skin, a few jagged shark teeth, and the opalescent seashell she found on her last adventure.

“Did you trade for some shark?” he laughed, touching the dried, scaly shark skin.

(Y/N) smiled, remembering the time she killed the reef shark while circling the coral shoreline of a tiny island. She was alone in a paddleboat and saw the opportunity to stick her sword through the predators skull.

“Yes, I’d say it was a rather lucky trade. Can’t you use this skin to make sword handles?”

He nodded, “That I can.” He looked at her from the corner of his eye, shy in how much he wanted to look. He never knew how long it would be between visits and while she was there he wanted to soak up every second.

“How long are you here?” he asked, hopefully.

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek, “Three days.”

Will sighed, nodding to himself, “Well then, we’ll just have to make the most of the next three days.” He untied his apron and made sure the furnace was cut off from heating more fuel.

“What is there to do that we haven’t already done?” she laughed, remembering days of captaining sailboats, sword fighting in the square, climbing palm trees, and catching crabs.

Will seemed undeterred by the question, “There’s plenty to do. We haven’t swum in the pools by the cove. We haven’t gone for tea in town. We haven’t ever attended the Governor’s Ball before.”

“The Governor’s Ball,” she scoffed, “Please, Will – a merchant has no place at a ball.” A pirate has no place near the highest powers of the British garrison.

“Don’t worry, I know people in town. We can find you a dress and I can teach you anything you’re worried about.” He returned to her side and took her hands, “Let me take you dancing.”

She looked at him in wonder, “You’d take me dress shopping?”

He smiled and gave a quiet nod, “I figured we’re not kids anymore, (Y/N). We could… we could go to a ball together.”

She squeezed his hands a bit tighter, “All right,” she smiled, “All right, but only if we can still go hunting for coconuts and go horseback riding through the town.”

“Whatever you want,” he grinned, “I’d go pirating just to spend another day with you.”

She froze, still with a smile on her face, “Would you really?”

He shrugged, “Maybe.”

~~~

A few years later and (Y/N) had found herself back in Port Royal and scouring the streets for her idiot brother.

After a long time coming mutiny from Barbossa, Jack was left stranded with nothing but a pistol. (Y/N) having fought and spit and destroyed half the Black Pearl to keep the mutiny from happening, she was left to the brig.

As skillful as she was, (Y/N) was out of the prison within a day, finding her way to a paddleboat and rowing for the remote island Jack was on. She was soon picked up by a real merchant boat that passed rumors of a peculiar wily man telling stories of roped sea turtles.

It led her to the nearest ports to where she learned Jack had stolen a sailboat that was headed to Port Royal.

And there she was in search of the pirate, hoping she could stop him before he did anything terribly stupid.

She spotted a curious number of redcoats marching in the streets. She tried to keep them from her mind as she nodded to some of the shopkeepers that recognized her from previous visits.

That was until she noticed a heavily scarfed man sneaking into the smithery, beads and all. She groaned, running for the shop.

“Jack,” she whispered, closing the wooden door behind her with a click of the lock. “What the devil are you doing here?”

He was hanging by the cogs of the donkey operated machine, accomplishing his goal of breaking his chained wrists apart.

“(Y/N)?” he said, “How did you find me?” He peered over his shoulder as if to see the army it must’ve taken to track him down to Port Royal.

She rolled her eyes, “After years pirating with me you still doubt my capabilities. I wasn’t about to stay on the Pearl with Barbossa and his stupid monkey.”

“I’ve found myself in a bit of a problem,” he said, brandishing the cuffs on his wrists.

“I can see that,” she cursed, hands on her hips, “You’ve got the entire British army knocking down every door.”

Speaking of which, someone was coming through the front.

“Damn,” (Y/N) whispered, feeling her brother drag her into a hiding place.

It was Will coming home, no doubt, from dropping off another well forged sword. He settled into the shop, inspecting his tools when he came upon a hat.

A pirate hat.

(Y/N) glared at her brother and bared her teeth, “You piss poor excuse for a pirate.”

Jack leapt from his hiding place, sword in hand to take back what was his. He directed the blade at Will’s chest.

“You’re the one they’re hunting,” Will said. “The pirate.”

“You seem somewhat familiar – have I threatened you before?”

(Y/N) smacked her face with a hand, scrounging for the nearest sword, which wasn’t hard considering they were in a blacksmith. She watched carefully as Will and Jack shared a few feints and parries with their swords.

She was impressed to see that Will had continued to practice his swordplay.

It wasn’t until a hurling sword stuck itself in the door that (Y/N) made her appearance.

“Will, stop!” she cried, brandishing her weapon, “Please, leave him alone.”

“(Y/N)?” he questioned, focus momentarily off his target, “When did you get to Port Royal?”

Jack had extracted his own sword, “Come along, dearest. It’s best we leave.”

Will flipped his head between the pair of them, “Excuse me?”

“I’m really sorry about this, Will.” She swallowed hard, sidestepping towards the window as Jack did the same, “But we need to go.”

“You and…?” he frowned, “The pirate?”

“My brother.”

Stunned, Will almost missed the attack coming from Jack. He swooped to the furnace and pulled out a red hot sword, blocking the incoming blow.

(Y/N) screamed, “Jack! Leave him alone!”

The pair of them struck and danced and parried around the forge – Will angrier than (Y/N) had ever seen him.

“How do you know (Y/N)?” he demanded.

Jack made a face as he blocked another blade, “How do you know (Y/N)?”

“He’s my brother, Will,” she cried, stomping her way to where she might join the swordfight. “I lied about him being a merchant.”

“A merchant,” Jack grimaced, “Could’ve done better with the lying, love.”

“(Y/N) is not a liar,” Will gained a few steps with his hard hitting blows, “She is an honest woman and a fair fighter.”

Her sword came between them, directing Will’s into the ground, “I’m sorry, Will.”

He was breathing heavy, bewildered, “But he’s a pirate.”

Jack pointed his sword in (Y/N)’s direction, exasperated, “SHE’S a pirate!”

Will gave him a scathing glare before completely disregarding his weapon and tackling Jack to the ground. They rolled around the hay and dirt as (Y/N) shouted at them.

“This is not how to handle a misunderstanding, Will! Jack, pull yourself together with what little dignity you have left. For God’s sake…” She planted herself between the brawling pair and shoved Jack to the side, keeping him from launching a counterattack.

“What is he so hellbent on protecting your name for?” Jack wheezed, using one of his many scarves to dab at his neck.

Will was boiling, “(Y/N) is an honorable woman and I won’t have you slander her name with titles like pirate. She is respectable and good and not at all capable of what you’re suggesting.” He looked towards (Y/N), “I refuse to think of the most important person to me as a criminal.”

(Y/N)’s mouth fell open, “Will…”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, mate,” Jack said, twirling his sword around, “But she’s my sister. And by association – a pirate.”

Will let his arms hang limp at his sides, staring at (Y/N)’s feet – unable to meet her eyes. “Is that true?”

“I knew I wouldn’t be welcome if I told you what I really was,” she grimaced, “I didn’t plan on us becoming friends.”

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, “All those gifts you gave me…”

“Listen, Will…” she didn’t dare take a step forward, “I know you’re mad. But I never lied about anything else. I never pretended around you. This is me, pirate or not. You know me. And this is not how I would’ve told you, but for the sake of me not getting hanged today – could you please let us go.”

Will looked deep in an inner turmoil, fists clenching as he fought over her words. Jack was still trying to yank out the sword pinning the door closed.

“I haven’t forgiven you…” he muttered, letting out a great sigh, “But there’s a path out back you can take for the docks.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Thank you.” She placed a hand on his arm while on her way out. “I’ll come find you tonight.”

He clenched his jaw, but finally looked at her, “Just come back safe.”

Her heart beat a little harder, a little warmer, “I will.”

~~~

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Allergies SUCK.

I'm just going to rant for a hot sec because this is both fucking hilarious and concerning. I've worked in customer service for a long, hot minute and can honestly say this just... this takes the cake!

So a few mornings ago, I woke up, I didn't change out of my PJs which is a massively oversized men's cotton t-shirt, mini shorts (the indecent, will never wear in public but will wear around the house kind) messy hair, massive Ray-Ban aviators (I know, I look like I wanna be cool, but Top Gun, you will never win an argument from there). I felt like shit on 4 hours of sleep, and it's 6 in the morning, and I don't want to cook, I don't want to be awake, but dogs and allergies will not let me go back to bed. In my glorious, pathetic, state (still braless and not fully awake or functioning), I load up 3 golden retrievers (Boog, Minion, and the Terrorist), into my Subaru (I'm a classic Subaru commercial!) and we go to Chick-fil-A for breakfast (McDonalds is not a long enough car ride for the dogs, and honestly, I don't have patience for the stupidity required to go to Micky D's at 6 in the morning and with shitty midwesterner drivers), so we're going to Chick-fil-A, and I'm going to get breakfast. I have not spoken 2 words this morning, even to get the idiots loaded into the car, they heard me pick up car keys (curse my new job for giving me keys so now my key fob makes key noises alerting 3 idiots to my every move...) so my dogs all but carry me, to the car, no words, commands, or names exchanged between the chauffer and clients, they expect pupcups and hang time out the windows as I break the laws of physics and speed to get to my morning coffee and food.

All of us get to Chick-fil-A, again, I have not spoken a word this fair morning, so the voice box might not work fully yet, and I've had no coffee, so I pull up to the drive through order speaker and this broken, garbled, scraggled, smokes 10 packs a day with a bottle of whiskey voice scratches it way out of the depths of hell and my mouth to order the largest (which is pathetically small really) coffee, black, I can get, I proceed to place my order, and make the odd addition of sausage paddies (no pupcups or puppy paddies available, for shame on them, but it's their only sin so far this morning), I pull forward after getting my total, and get to the underpass and window and dig around for the wallet (which until that moment, I'm not entirely certain I haven't forgotten). I scrape up that odd $20 bill I have no idea where it came from, and the change from old tip money and turn to give it to the attendant there. I have taken off the sunglasses (green eyes are not as sensitive as blue, but it's still a fucking bitch to go from BRIGHT SUN! black shade; BRIGHT SUN!!, black shade again very quickly, and my eyes are already burning like no tomorrow (more on that later)); attendant takes the money and walks off. In my fogged, bleary state, did not think it odd, thought that them having to cook 3 naked sausage paddies might be the problem (it's an unusual request, I know, but you can clearly see I'm a Subaru commercial complete with three golden retrievers drooling out my back windw begging for pets, pupcups and someone to throw the fucking tennisballs I have on my passenger seat, and if that wasn't hint enough, the furricane blowing out of my recently vacuumed car that puts Peanut's Pigpen to shame should be clue enough that they are there). No coffee me is very much so not a morning person.

Attendant comes back with my order, and change, hands me my money and says 'I put a little gift in the bag! I hope you have a good morning!', I say 'thank you' in that horrific voice (which I don't know where it comes from because I don't smoke or drink), accept the bag and pull away whilst nearly being BLINDED by the sun, put on the sunglasses and squint through teary, bleary eyes the whole way home listening to rock-n-roll and country with three idiots hanging out my back window. I probably break speeding laws of the midwest by going the fucking speed limit, but that's a different matter. Three happy idiots banging out to rock-n-roll with tongues out and heads out are having fun, I am unable to see the road my eyes are burning so badly and everything hurts.

Get home, unload idiots, retrieve breakfast and coffee (no words spoken). Sit down, unpack breakfast, get cream for coffee and sit in silence and confusion. 3 sausage paddies for Boog, Minion and Terrorist who are all watching me with love, adoration and intent focus on the food; check. 1 (pathetically small), black coffee, check. 1 side of hashbrowns, check. 1 sausage egg biscuit, check. 1 brownie? I have no idea why there's a brownie there. Checks receipt in sleepy confusion.

3 sausage paddies.

1 sausage egg and cheese biscuit.

1 black coffee.

1 side of hashbrowns.

NO brownie.

I did not order the brownie. I am not opposed to the brownie, just confused to it's origins. Stares intently at brownie and shrugs it off, I figured they had a mix up and put the brownie in my order. I get up to get something, and see my reflection...

DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD YOU HAVE TO LOOK TO GET A FREE, PITY BROWN OUT OF CHICK-FIL-A!? NO!? I'LL TELL YOU!!!!!!

I look like hell.

My eyes are swollen nearly shut and so red you wouldn't know they're supposed to be green, and tears are streaming down my face, my cheeks and face are red, swollen and puffy, my lip is torn on the top lip and split on the bottom, my hair is a rats nest, my ear is bleeding, I look like death and bruise, my sleep t-shirt (my AZ Diamondbacks t-shirt, that is pale greyish-blue and black) is stained brown and red from blood, my arms and legs are scratched up and green and blue from bruises, while my neck is bleeding, my exposed shoulder looks like it's suffering a second degree chemical burn, I look like I was mauled and thrown in a poison oak bush for good measure.

I'm perfectly fine, by the way, my eczema has just been kicking my ass these last few weeks and I've had a particularly nasty break out. The bruises on my legs were from bumping into and falling down the stairs with a laundry basket when the Terrorist came crashing into my knees trying to invoke a race. The scratches and raw skin are me and my eczema. Nothing bad has happened to me, but I'm certain that poor attendant thought something had.

Still, working customer service, I know how BAD you have to look to even invoke some level of sympathy or empathy from a customer service employee or get anything free for that matter. Which elicits a level of mortification and flattery on my part that I even got a free brownie.

To that attendant though, thank you! You made my week, and it was an awesome brownie! But I promise, I'm not as bad as I look at this moment.

[retrogamechampion]

ROM Flashing Music (Seibu SPI System)

Arcade history time!

In the mid '90s, a company called Seibu Kaihatsu put together a special arcade machine board called the "Seibu SPI System." With it, an arcade operator could simply change out a handful of game cartridges in one machine rather than plunk down money on new boards or cabinets.

There were 7 total games made to work with this board, most famously titles in the "Raiden Fighters" SHMUP series:

When you switched out a game cartridge, the system would then need to flash the ROM of that game, loading it into the board before it was ready to play. That would take an average of about 3-10 minutes.

A cool, totally-not-needed-yet-really-sweet-bonus feature is that 6 of these 7 games played a tune while the ROM was flashing. Such an incredibly awesome, very Japanese thing to do - Give bored arcade operators something to listen to while they set up their machine.

I'd like to share the entire collection of these songs with you - While they may not be groundbreaking as a whole, a few of them are honestly really, really good retro game tracks that should not be lost to obscurity!

I'll start you off with this laid back, Jazzy song from "Raiden Fighters Jet" that sounds like what you hear when you press the "Bossa Nova" button on an old synthesizer keyboard.

This track from "Viper Phase 1" is just a delicious, somber little lullaby that could easily be playing during the sad backstory of a character from a 16 bit Squaresoft RPG.

Short and sweet, this tiny ditty plays a few times while the very short flashing for "Battle Balls" happens.

Low and rumbling with fast-paced drums and techno stingers, this "Raiden Fighters" track had to be exciting to hear while a whole new generation of promising SHMUP goodness was making its way into your arcade.

For the radically named sequel "Raiden Fighters 2: Operation Hell Dive," the previous song was just mixed a bit more full and complex, though the high-ends in the song are insufferably loud to me. This is my least favorite out of the six just because of that.

Don't worry, though, I saved the best for last to heal up your ears:

This was the first ROM flashing song I heard, when I was testing out my arcade game set a ways back. It's for the romance/sexytime mahjong game "E-Jong High School."

While I had to wait quite some time for this particular flashing, ththis track made it a serene experience. It's just so peaceful and chill... Honestly, I was kind of bummed when the timer got down to 000 and the game started. Thankfully, the music is easy to preserve! :)

Hopefully you enjoyed at least one of these to make your day a little more awesome.

Every single one of these games' soundtracks were made by Go Sato, a very busy Japanese composer (check that link for the big body of work). The exception is "Raiden Fighters Jet," which was composed by Yasuhiro Hashimoto.

However, after listening to the ROM flashing song for Jet, I have an inkling that the track was made by Go Sato as well.

More recently, Go composed the music for Cotton Rock 'n' Roll!

Here is a picture of Go with a cuddly friend (Go is the one on the left):

[wentzsmatchacup]

omg haii what flavor are the fall out men to you?? :P OH AND what flavor are the different fob albums?? and which one is ur favorite? ^_^

thank you so so much for asking!! :]

The flavors of people change based on who they are n stuff, so like, young Pete and now Pete have different flavors!

Blondie Pete (Pete now) is a citrus seltzer and a warm oatmeal cookie with dark chocolate chunks. Younger Pete is Cola, raspberries, and a hint of something bitter, but like a deep flavor; kind of like a chocolate but saltier; it’s something I can’t quite put my finger on. Patrick is like the Texas Roadhouse bread (shameful yeehaw from a Texas resident. If you’ve never had Texas Roadhouse, the bread is famously delicious and sweet and fluffy) with butter and a lavender tea. Andy is a sherbet with mint in it and a little metallic tang to it. Joe is a smokey steak, cherry juice, and carnival corndogs. Out of the boys, I’m torn between now-Pete and Joe for whose is my favorite. Pete’s reminds me of sunshine and warm spring and happy memories and just overall comfort and stuff, but Joe’s is strangely nostalgic.

As far as albums go, the different songs kinda taste different, but I can give an overall synopsis! :)

Take This to Your Grave tastes kinda like gunpowder, sweat, something lightly fragrant, like rain, bug juice (okay this sounds crazy but it’s this juice in a bottle from gas stations n stuff and it’s great, you should Google it lol), and a snickers bar. Despite those flavors sounding somewhat unpleasant, it’s oddly endearing and I love TTTYG! 6/10 flavor

From Under the Cork Tree tastes like bitter cherries, smarties, perfume, and wood. It’s probably one of the albums I have the least to say about flavor-wise, but it’s SO good and simple. This one has a more cohesive flavor pallet which makes it super pleasant to my senses. 9/10 flavor

Infinity On High tastes like dusty fabric, butter, summer rain, gummy bears, sawdust, and chicken noodle soup. Despite this being one of my favorite albums (behind Folie and SRAR) it has one of my least favorite flavor combinations. I can’t focus too hard on some of the tastes of the songs or it grosses me out, but MAN is it good to my ears. Very salty, very dingy. 4/10 flavor

Folie a Deux tastes like green tea, cleaning spray, cinnamon, honey, whiskey (only ever had it like once lmao), nachos, and dark chocolate. Don’t ask me why cleaning spray, that’s what “What a Catch, Donnie” tastes like to me :,) I LOVE YOU FOLIE!!! 7/10 flavor

Save Rock and Roll tastes like pop rocks, sand, milk, smoke, assorted fruit, wet dirt, something vaguely like nostalgic summers(?) (idk I can’t place it), beef, and sour patch kids. Weird combo, but it somehow works? It’s not quite unpleasant, but it’s not wholly enjoyable if that makes sense? Young volcanoes tastes good lol. 5/10 flavor

American Beauty/ American Psycho is one of my favorite tasting behind FUTCT. It tastes like sour punch straws, whoppers, apple juice, sweet tea, seawater, ballpark hotdogs, barbecue sauce, and blackberries. It tastes like going to a movie theatre and a cookout; it’s freakin delicious. There’s this overhang of hazy, deep flavor, while maintaining a sweet and tangy thing goin on. 9/10 flavor

MANIA tastes like dust, leather, cotton Candy, milkshake, wood, lemon seltzer water, vinegar, pistachios, and fruit snacks. It’s kinda like you dropped your food on the ground and ate it afterwards. I love MANIA, but why does it remind me of kindergarten daycare.. yuck… not a good taste, excluding Stay Frosty, Bishops Kinfe Trick, and Wilson. 2/10 flavor

I May update this post when So Much (for) Stardust is released, but as of right now, it tastes like licorice, pine, gunpowder, sprite, and cantaloupe! 5/10 flavor

I love the way that flavor connects me with things. These flavors also change from time to time, and I can’t ALWAYS taste it, but it’s kind of a neat party trick, eh? Once again, thank you so much for the question! This was really fun, and gave me a new appreciation for their music!! :)

final ranking (based on flavor)

FUTCT

AB/AP

Folie

TTTYG

SM(F)S

SRAR

IOH

MANIA

(this does not at all relate to my opinions on the albums themselves! I Can do a separate ranking for that some other time!)

overall, my favorite song (flavor wise) is probably XO, Young Volcanoes, The Kids Aren’t Alright, and Favorite Record! :)

(Edit: I’m sorry i forgot to include EOWYG and didn’t include any of their EP’s, but I would LOVE to if anyone would like to hear it!)

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Shirt collar

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[fashioneditswebsite]

Skinny jeans are making a comeback. Here’s how to style them

Get ready for the ultimate guide on styling the Skinny Jean in 2024! There’s nothing more controversial among the generations than skinny jeans. When styling skinny jeans, they stir up a set of mixed emotions. For some, they represent the golden age of fashion, when a fool-proof style would go with any oversized Tee. For others, connotations of millennial drunken days and Catfish and the Bottlemen spring to mind. One thing is indisputable: they’re having a revival. Whether you’re over the moon or beyond anguished by this revelation, we hear from fashion experts about how to style them, regardless of your generation. Styling these skinny jeans has never been more versatile, according to experts. Skinny jeans cropped up throughout autumn/winter catwalks (Alamy/PA) Look for elastane-cotton blends in your skinny jeans Once upon a time, skinny jeans were thick cotton denim, nicknamed “drainpipes” for a reason – they were fixedly rigid. However, times have changed, and elastane-cotton blends now mean you can move and breathe in your skinny jeans. “Don’t take the word skinny too literally,” says celebrity stylist Ellis Ranson, “They need to be tight but not cutting off any circulation – we only look as good as we feel, and when we sit down we don’t want to have to undo any buttons.” Alexa Chung made skinny jeans a cult classic in the 2010s  Celebrity stylist Flick Bartlett says, "think slim, not skinny, and always do the sitting-down test!” The waistband should stay in the same place as when you’re standing. Regarding shapes, “Mid or high-rise jeans are often more comfortable and provide better support,” says Nick Drewe, founder of Wethrift, and “low-rise jeans can be restrictive.” And one word of advice for elastane-cotton blends: never tumble-dry them. Styling skinny jeans with care will keep them looking great. THE Flex Como Mid-Rise Skinny Jeans- Tommy Hilfiger 1. Indie Sleaze Nineties and Noughties fashion trends have been slowly creeping back into fashion. The return of Indie Sleaze has seen skinny jeans and ballet pumps make a return, influenced by the recent Amy Winehouse biopic. Suppose you’re inspired by the rock ‘n’ roll fashion of the early Noughties from London it-girls like Alexa Chung. Team your skinny jeans with hyper-oversized silhouettes. “A great way to channel this look is with a leather jacket, band T-shirt, and mesh pumps,” says Bartlett. This combination is critical to styling the skinny jeans. Alexa Chung now pairs skinny jeans with bold prints and patterns (Alamy/PA) Drewe suggests dialing up the sophistication of your look by taking inspiration from present-day Alexa Chung. Pair your skinny jeans with a striped shirt and layer with a trench coat for the ultimate Parisian style.” 2. Prim and proper Fashion designer Amanda Wakeley OBE says you can pair skinny jeans with a crisp white shirt and trainers. This silhouette is a staple for any wardrobe. When styling skinny jeans, simplicity can often be the most effective. Alternatively, “Pair your skinny jeans with an oversized white shirt, trench coat, and a loafer for that clean, sophisticated look,” says Wakeley. Rag & Bone Skinny Jean 3. Cool girl Who said skinny jeans weren’t relaxed? Their return shows they’re not the millennial faux-pas they were once associated with. To channel the ultimate cool-girl vibe, Bartlett says it’s all about balance, “Style an oversized white shirt (tucked in) with your skinnies. Add chunky jewellery, a studded leather belt and metallic kitten heels.” Kate Moss always wears skinny jeans with rock chick accessories (Yui Mok/PA) Wakeley says you can take inspiration from the ultimate cool-girl muses like Kate Moss. “She wears a vintage band T-shirt, a mannish jacket, and high-ankle boots that elongate the legs. Styling skinny jeans like Kate Moss brings out that timeless cool.” “Take inspiration from Balenciaga and wear with an oversized leather blouson jacket with over-the-knee boots and a blanket-like scarf and sunglasses.” Read the full article

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[cyanman777]

1001 Comic Books: A Request

If anyone has any of the following comic books/strips, be it your own scans or whatever, please put them on IA and/or send them my way...

Rock 'n' Roll Necronomicon by Savage Pencil

Quadratino by Antonio Rubino

Un semaine de bonte by Max Ernst

The Beast is Dead! by Victor Dancette and Edmond-Francois Calvo

Torchy in Heartbeats by Jackie Ormes

Mother Delilah / Boys' Ranch #3 by Jack Kirby and Joe Simon

Reves et Culbutes by Maurice Henry

Wayang Purwa by Saleh Ardisoma

Lifi \ Rhyphie by Sanho Kim

Salomon by Chago

Patty's World by Phillip Douglas and Purita Campos

Les Girafes by Guillermo Mordillo

Bella at the Bar by Jenny McDade and John Armstrong

Bahadur: The Red Bricks House by Aabid Surti and Govind Brahmania

Genius by John Glashan

Dori Stories by Dori Seda

Biff \ The Essential Biff by Mick Kidd and Chris Garrett

Untouchables by Lee Hyun-Se

Pee God #2 by Gary Panter and Joe Cotton

The Angriest Dog in the World by David Lynch

MAD Show-Stoppers by Mort Drucker

Sof' Boy by Archer Prewitt

The Marat/Sade Journals by Barron Storey

Palepoli by Usamaru Furuya

Nudl Nude by Youngsoon Yang

The Best of Bittercomix by Conrad Botes and Anton Kannemeyer

Comix 2000 by Jean-Christophe Menu

I'll Be Back Shortly by Frank Odoi

Powr Mastrs by Christopher Forgues

Rumble Strip by Woodrow Phoenix

Magic Mirror by Ed Pinsent

The Secret by Andrzej Klimowski

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