#EGAD ITS HIM

[bad-draws-jojo]

Tricked ya it’s him

[usamey]

OMG THE FALL GUY X THE FALL GIRL WOWEE

[coffeeastronaut]

the shitscript is in fact a a a shitscript but crowley and aziraphale's 6000 years of crowley cheating at checkers every time and aziraphale never wins is seriously so insanely funny. like.

aziraphale is not at all stupid, let alone enough for crowley's literal "whats that outside!!!! [snatches his pieces]" but the fact that he KNOWS hes been cheating this whole time and has been LETTING him is so fucking funny.

not for the reason the script gives (something something its aziraphale's lame moral lesson that even he knows is stupid, but only after an 11 year old points it out to him) but for the reason ive invented in my mind, which is that this is yet another example of their looserman weirdo foreplay

[chryslerbuildingfeathers]

This fic was made for Ecto-Implosion 2024! Based on art by @shadowfaerieammy

Magical Ghost

It all starts with a flash: Blindingly bright, and toxically green. A sickly-sweet electric smell permeates the air and dances on the tongue.

And then poor Danny stumbles out emitting an otherworldly glow, and wearing...

Is that a frilly black dress?

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-" Tucker nearly faints.

"D-Danny?" Sam calls, face white as a sheet.

Danny wobbles in place. "Y-yeah?"

"Oh thank goodness!!" Sam and Tucker rush toward him.

"Stupid question, but- Danny, are you alright?" Sam asks nervously while the two finish checking all of his limbs are in place.

"Also, what's with the dress?" Tucker adds. Sam elbows him.

"I-I think so Sam. Dress?" Danny says, voice unsteady.

He looks himself over dazedly, blinks at his cutesy-gothic attire, shakes his head a couple times, then looks again.

"DRESS?!" He suddenly cries in alarm, his face flushed... Green?

"That's what gets you worried right now?" Sam asks incredulously, "Not that you just opened a portal to the ghost zone on top of yourself??"

"Uhm... Yes." Danny and Tucker respond in unison.

"Hopeless." Sam sighs.

"Well anyway, what should we do now?" Tucker asks Sam.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we can't just leave him like this; he's glowing! In a sparkly dress!"

"Actually, I kinda like the dress." Danny mumbles.

"You know," Sam thinks out loud, "This is just like that one anime. Carpenter Sun?"

"Ohh yeah!" Tucker's face lights up with realization. "Danny, you're like a magical girl!"

“A magical what?!?”

“A magical girl!” Danny’s friends respond in unison.

“It’s a genre of show-” Sam starts to explain, only to be interrupted by a loud “Crash!” from the entrance of the basement..

“Oh Danno~!” Danny’s father bellows merrily as he bounces down the stairs.

“Crap. What do we do? Sam? Tucker?” Danny looks between the two in panic.

Too soon, his father reaches them.

“So, what’re you kids up to? Danny-boy showing off the family business- Er, Danny? Why are you wearing a dress?”

“Be-Because I’m a girl?” Danny stutters out.

Mr. Fenton gasps.

“Egads, this whole time?!?” He rushes quickly back to the stairs, talking as he goes. “Jazzypants was right; I have been missing out on important details of my kids’ lives! I better tell Maddy and crack open those parenting books, fix paperwork…”

He pauses shortly at the top step, turning back to the trio.

“Don’t worry, Dan- Er, Daughter! I’ve got everything under control.” He poses confidently.

“Er, thanks Dad.” Danny calls back.

Another crash, and Mr. Fenton is gone. Somehow having completely missed Danny’s snow white hair and glowing green eyes in his fervor…

“Soo…” Tucker breaks the following awkward silence. “What now? Are you like, actually a girl, dude?”

“Tucker!” Sam reprimands.

Danny stares down at the floor, blushing brightly. “I don’t know. Maybe? This whole thing kinda snowballed out of control.”

“Well,” Sam determines, “Whoever and whatever you are, you’ll always be our friend. Right Tucker?”

“Right.” Tucker grins.

The two have to head home for the night and leave with reassuring pats to Danny’s shoulders. Danny dodges his family and heads straight to bed.

–

The following morning Danny wakes dress-and-glowstick free, to the sound of a small voice calling from above.

Danny cracks open their eyes to find…

A little green floating blob, with its own eyes staring right back.

“Agh!” Danny shouts in surprise.

“Agh!” The blob shouts in reply.

The two continue staring, and then-

“Ahem! Er, um, I'm glad to have your attention.” The blob mimes straightening a necktie.

“You can talk?!” Danny splutters in shock.

“Yes, well. I do have a mouth, don't I?”

“Uhm-”

“Nevermind.” The ghost continues. “I, my new companion, am Blobby! The blob ghost. I have been sent from the Ghost Zone to be your new familiar!” If the ghost had a chest, it would be puffing up proudly. Danny could tell.

“Familiar? Ghost Zone? Blobby?!? - Wait, no, the name makes sense… But what's going on here?” Danny's head was spinning.

“You, my friend, have been selected to be - wait for it - an all new, super cool, Ghostly Magical Girl!” The little ghost zooms around the room in excitement.

“You get to have neat powers, a frilly black dress, a fancy transformation sequence, and, best of all, the pleasure of my company! All to protect Amity from the crazy ghosts that will no doubt invade your town now that the portal’s been opened. You’re welcome!” Blobby smiles brightly.

“But I don't want to be a magical girl.” Danny argues frustratedly.

Blobby stares seriously, deep into Danny’s eyes.

“Are you sure about that?”

Danny raises a hand to argue further, then stops herself.

Blobby nods with satisfaction.

“But wait, what did you mean by ‘ghostly’?”

“By 'ghostly', I mean ghostly! You’re now half ghost. You can fly, turn invisible, walk through walls, who knows where your limits lie!”

“Ugh, my parents are gonna kill me!” Danny groans.

“Ah, ah, ah~” Blobby chirps, “Half-kill you!”

Danny decides to save that existential crisis for later, and instead begins getting up for the day.

Blobby fades out with a simple wave.

-

It's not that being a magical girl doesn't sound cool to Danny, it does. Dresses and superpowers seem pretty great, actually. But everything happened so quickly, and are magical girls allowed to be astronauts?

What if this stops her from going to space?!

Plus there's the whole ‘being half-dead’ thing. She's just going to avoid acknowledging that from now on, she thinks.

With worries floating through her head, Danny gets dressed and wanders down the stairs - only for Jasmine to intercept her on the landing.

“So. A girl, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Not into boys?”

“Nope.”

“Not even a little bit?” She tries.

“Nope.”

“Darn. Could've sworn.”

Danny rolls her eyes and carries on down the steps.

After a short duel with her breakfast and an awkward conversation with her trying-wayy-too-hard parents, Danny heads to Nasty Burger to meet up with her friends.

“...So?” Tucker says.

“Well…?” Sam adds.

The two flick their eyes over Danny questioningly until finally, she breaks.

“Alright, yes, I'm a magical girl! You guys were right.” Danny throws her hands up in defeat.

“I knew it!” Sam shouts happily.

“Congrats dude!” Tucker grins.

“Thanks, I guess, but there's more to it than that.”

The ghostly-girl goes on to explain her morning conversation with Blobby and her worries about her newly minted powers.

As she gets more and more worked up, she begins to sparkle and float up from her seat.

Her friends go wide-eyed and quickly pull her back down.

“It's alright Danny; things’ll work out!” Sam assures.

Danny goes to argue, only for Tucker to cut in with:

“Yeah, Danica, you seriously need to chill.”

“Danica!?!” Danny cries in outrage.

“Yeah, you know. Thought you might wanna give some new names a try. Darlene?” Tucker continues arily.

“Tucker-” Danny growls.

“Daphne?” Sam idly suggests.

“I know what you’re doing-”

“Delilah? Darcy?” Tucker posits.

“That's it!”

Danny jumps from her seat and chases the two wildly out of the restaurant; Sam and Tucker grinning madly all the while. The whole trio quickly bursts into laughter once they make it outside, and soon collapse in a nearby park together gasping for air.

Only, Danny’s exhales are a bit more misty than the weather calls for…

Blobby appears suddenly before them, an urgent look on his face. The trio hastily return to their feet.

“So sorry to interrupt, but Danny? Do you remember that thing I briefly mentioned-”

A scream echoes from the other side of the park.

“-About ghostly invaders?” Blobby fidgets nervously.

“Er, yeah?”

A trashcan goes flying over the group’s heads.

“We’re gonna need you to transform like, now, dude.” Tucker says.

“Right. How do I do that?” Danny asks, looking back toward Blobby.

A group of panicked picnickers scramble past the four, not even noticing the floating familiar.

The ghost wiggles anxiously in the air. “Simply have your friends cover for you, think magical ghost thoughts, and say a cool catchphrase.”

“Guys?”

“Right!”

Sam and Tucker huddle Danny up against a nearby wall.

“Alright, by the power of graysku-!”

“Nope.”

“In the name of the moon, I will-!”

“Nu-uh.”

“Er, I'm going ghost?” Danny tries.

“That works.”

“I'm going ghost!”

Vibrant green light erupts around Danny as she suddenly floats off the ground. Her colors turn to negatives in a bright sweep of light, and with a twirl her gothic dress appears.

Her transformation finishes just in time. In the sky, flying towards them with flames in her hands, a screeching ghost woman makes her appearance.

Sam and Tucker flee with a short “Good luck!” Leaving Danny to narrowly dodge the incoming fireballs on her own.

“Blobby? What am I supposed to do now?!”

“Try jumping and punching.”

“Gee, thanks!”

Danny does, in fact, try jumping and punching. And kicking. And a whole lot of flailing around in general, really.

Results? Mixed.

But the attempts mostly end with her bruised and the evil ghost lady cackling madly.

“Alright, this clearly isn't working. Any other ideas?”

“Yeah!” Blobby shouts, “Try blasting her.”

“How?” A singed Danny urges.

“Imagine your hand is a gun!”

Danny sighs deeply, dodges another ball of flame, resigns herself to what she's about to do, then lines up her aim and-

-Huh. Apparently finger guns can be deadly.

The blast is excessive, spreading shockwaves far through the surrounding area. Impact comes with an amazing burst of blinding bright light and an echoing “I’ll get you~!!”

When the dust finally settles, the day is clear. The park is a wreck. The ghost lady, Blobby, and the dress are all gone. Sam and Tucker peak out from behind a nearby tree.

Danny catches her breath and collapses back onto the ground. Sam and Tucker join her.

“Huh. Maybe this ‘magical girl' thing isn't so bad after all.” She decides. “That was kind of fun.”

[ljblueteak]

Review of Give My Regards to Broad Street, Nov. 6, 1984

All idealism aside, it's obvious that today's youth view the Beatles as a nostalgic phenomenon from a past era which somehow seems even more intangible since the death of John Lennon in 1980.

Bearing this in mind, one wonders what criteria should be used in reviewing Paul McCartney's Give My Regards to Broad Street. Should it be viewed as a production intended or the general movie going audience, or as one which caters primarily to the McCartney/Beatles fan movement? In all honesty, the film falls flat in the former category, while it soars in the latter and for that reason alone one should go the obvious route: the film is designed for a theoretic pre-sold audience (much like Star Trek or James Bond films) and as such should be judged in that manner.

It's been fourteen years since McCartney's last celluloid appearance (1970's Let it Be) and twenty since the Beatles classic, A Hard Day's Night, yet he has managed to effortlessly step in front of the camera again and exude the same charm and vibrancy which made him and the other Fabs (as in Fab Four, for those of you who missed out on it during the '60s) such a sensation at press conferences and on television appearances.

He has the ability to take his role very seriously, yet at the same time making the audience feel as though he's saying, 'why don't we have a bit of fun and music with me guitar?' It's that quality of Broad Street which allows it to succeed at the level it does.

There is a plot (albeit an extremely contrived one, which focuses on missing tapes for McCartney's new album, and the fact that if they're not recovered by midnight the star's empire will be handed over to an unscrupulous businessman with big ears and sun glasses. Egad!), what's an ex-Beatle to do? Why break into song, of course, and that's precisely the direction the film takes.

While the clock ticks away, the unflappable McCartney takes every opportunity to grab wife Linda, old buddy Ringo Starr, such rock star favorite as Dave Edmunds and Eric Steward, and perform (whether in the recording studio, on the set of a motion picture or in fantasy sequences) new versions of Beatles classics ("For No One," "Yesterday," "Eleanor Rigby,") McCartney solo hits ("Silly Love Songs," "Ballroom Dancing," So Bad,") and new numbers ("No More Lonely Nights," "No Values," "Not Such a Bad Boy").

The musical direction is quite effective, especially considering that it goes against the fast cutting trends of of such films as Flashdance or Footloose. The proceedings are handled smoothly, from the simplicity of McCartney strumming his guitar and cooing a Beatles medley to the elaborate futuristic backdrop of "Silly Love Songs." In fact the only musical sequence that falls flat is an instrumental called "Eleanor's Dream," which is a tedious exercise taking place in the 18th Century that is totally incongruous with the rest of the film.

While the supporting cast, ranging from Ringo to Sir Ralph Richardson (in his lead role) does its job, it's McCartney who's really on center stage at all times, and director Peter Webb manages to make his star shine throughout.

Give My Regards to Broad Street is a pleasant enough diversion to the movies, and, depending on how you regard McCartney and the Beatles, it will either give you cause to sing along, or wish they'd just "Let it Be."

--Ed Gross Jr.

Emphasis mine!

[nfumbewalk]

Opening

A candle I had burned for my son. Its his zodiac sign color, red for Aries. The knot in the wick still has me concerned.

Well, I've been recently been thinking of my opening and attunement that's been happening for the last two years. Its apparently all been due to me accepting muertos and embracing them into my life. Mostly Rodolfo. He's been instrumental in many changes that have happened in me and my environment. He took many of my fears away and helped me realize that I need to chill out and let my intuition come to me at full force - stop trying to muffle it or deny it.

I did not know my full power. And, my dad didn't tell me much until near his death about muertos speaking to him. Plus his amazing intuition, which now I remember witnessing often. My dad was very empathic and tuned in. As a kid, I went to him when I was ill in the middle of the night - he knew before it happened because he was awake and waiting for me with medicine. Mom never awoke.

Dad was so special and had the temper of a devil. But most times, he was gentle to me. Such a Scorpio too! He was quite interested in astrology and witches, and the powers of stones and plants. He had a learning disability, so his focus was off, but he remained interested in some stuff that I did. I think his death last year has really blown off the lid. I'm so open now!

Before he died, I couldn't hear my relatives talking to me, and really, not many other muertos - just Rodolfo. Seriously! I hear both of my grandpa's, one grandma, my dad, and now - my mom! I know other muertos will come. Hopefully it won't be too overwhelming. I know I'm not making this up. The things they say are so separate from the things that I think of. Their words are nothing like mine. And I've mentioned that they sound SO weird!!

My mom, who I had not heard from since she died in 2006, sounded low and warbly. The women have. Men sound kind of high pitched and whiny like old time radio from the 1930's. Yes, I've heard very old radio. Lol! Now, Rodolfo sounds normal. I think its because he's been dead longer. He sounds kind of like Cheech from Cheech & Chong. He took no offense when I said that. But his voice register is a bit lower.

So, I don't have any idea if my attunement is still happening or not. Oh, Rodolfo just said its not over yet! Egads. What's next?!? I don't know of many other relatives to die. Phew! But, I mentioned Tom's stepdad Chuck. I do think he would communicate with me if he passed. He's already giving away belongings, like a $300 watch to Tom. And a exquisite leather coat to me. He was very wealthy, but lost money due to his son and his other stepson. I hope he will hang on for a bit, unless he is really ready to go. I swear I'm the Angel of Death. I was there when both my parents died!! Well, my dad was gone a little bit before I arrived, but I was holding my mom's hand when she died. 10 minutes to 10 AM, December 16th 2006. Dad was August 25th 2023.

You all can see Rodolfo's tombstone on the header of this blog. He was only 35 years old when he died. He told me he was shot in the guts. I believe him, but Tom is skeptical. The Free Souls are a super cool MC (motorcycle club) but they were/are still dangerous af!!! He didn't make it very far in the Army - his tombstone reads, "PFC." That's Private First Class, very low on the totem pole. He must have gotten out, but honorably discharged because his rank is allowed on his stone. If dishonorably discharged, the military won't let that tombstone happen.

Rodolfo has also said his hand got mangled - perhaps that was the military discharge?!? I've mostly just seen his face and silhouette, so I haven't seen his mangled hand yet. Interesting to just put that together. Look! Neurons firing!! 😂 I think he's proud of me! Haha! He got his tequila today and its going pretty quick. His ritual this morning should have been longer.

I'll make it up to him when I do the Siphoning of the Earth with my Baston de Muerto! Rodolfo just loves it. Dunno why but I see a big grin. Probably because I developed this ritual move for and with him. Oh, and he loves this tool of mine, he says. "Baston de Muerto," means Dead Man's Staff, or Cane. Mine is the staff that you can see in all of Rodolfo's altar photos, on the right side, next to his vessel (bottle). Its a bit over 5' so its taller than me. I'm 4'9". But I wield it very well!

Trying not to jump topics. Its all muertos, right? Lol. My post about Palo brought me another muerto today. My dead Tata. He told me a lot. He tried to comfort me. He kind of did. He said to remember that he was a Palero on the fringes of the religion and wasn't accepted either. That was there was no doubt that I can do it, but my own way. Also that I would need to search Spanish Palo books. He reiterated that these other Paleros that I knew couldn't initiate me for a reason. I wasn't meant to be a branch on their trees. Ill fitting and possibly cheats, they are. He also said that I'm not meant for all of the Regla, just some. Weird, huh? Another muerto!

My opening is still going strong! Apparently I have more work to do? I truly had a change in fortune start this September. I did some ritual work...must have really turned the wheels. Well, good!

Hope this was interesting!

M.M. 💖💀💖

[mychlapci]

Okay .im normal . One thing about tfa *straining to remain normal* that I like to think about is that hypothetical s4 episode where cosmos *visibly struggling* comes to earth and loses his memory and thinks hes supposed to take it over. I just know he would be so cute . And maybe run into slipstream and soundwave, who convince cozzy they're all on the same conquering earth team , and . egads. Its happening again

tfa cosmos looks so adorable. i would have loved to see him. um. I would have loved to see him in action!

[clatterbane]

My chariot awaits!

Yes, Mr. C went and picked up his new baby on his lunch break, basically as soon as he was sure the bank transfer had cleared so they'd let him have it. I really don't blame the guy for being eager. It is his first car, on a spanking new license.

https://www.motortrend.com/reviews/2008-volvo-v70-wagon-review/

He does seem very proud of what is possibly the most nondescript vehicle on the roads of Malmö. I honestly think it's kinda cute. (And also that the Stealth Car is funny in its own way.)

Yup, it is very Volvo wagon. Not much else to say about it. Seems comfy enough to ride around in, and it does indeed have plenty of cargo room to haul assorted shit including my chair around in. If there were any moose in this part of the country, you probably couldn't find a better vehicle to run into one with. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Egads, I really have turned into THAT boring middle-aged person.

Anyway, the cargo space did already come in handy! Our newly minted driver had to take me out for a spin, and that also looked like a good opportunity to pick up this sucker.

That would be that bunch of brewing shit I ordered from Poland, and was not looking forward to wrestling home from the shopping center pickup point. Foot for scale. It's not heavy, just bulky and a right PITA to wrangle in from the parking lot even. (Using my lap as a handy dolly again.)

But yeah, we got it home with much less hassle than before vehicle. I am also vaguely plotting a shopping trip or two for the weekend, because I really am that old and overly domesticated.

Still struggling more than a little with actually having a vehicle available again, and not being legal to drive it around myself. (Hell, that's actually an automatic, so I could totally one-legged drive it right now, no problem. Assuming I actually had working glasses/contacts. 😒) But, that is a completely different story that I don't need to get started into right at the moment. Just too many conflicted feelings going on right now, though.

[enlighten3d]

egads josh and adele script be upon ye!! (its hm idk cuz i wrote this rlly late at night egh so i think the start is ok but not the endddd)

Josh: “People change! Hell, I’m an example of that! But you’re…nothing like you anymore”

“You’re so full of anger and hate, I can’t help you!” 

Adele: “I didn’t ask for help.”

Josh: “I know. 

Josh: “I want to help you.”

Adele:

“I don’t need any, I’m the same person I was when we met, you’re too naive to see that you were wrong.”

“You don’t understand! People are messed up in the head and you’re one of them Josh, I can’t even begin to explain why I even call you that-“

Josh: “Do you love me though?”

Adele: “…”

ITS SO BAD. BUT THEY MADE ME SOB ANYWAYS. OUGH THE ENDING IS MEH BUT YEAGDHRFJ

OUHHHH NOOOO THIS IS INSANE AND I AM IN PAIN WHY LARK, WHYYYYYYYYY

jodele.... they need to never fucking talk again (for joshs own wellbeing; adele can suffer)

but. adele calling josh messed up in the head. honey... no... youre projecting onto him ..

lark this is not okay. (/pos)

josh still wants to help her but she cant even lie to him that she loves him (she probably does love him but in a very very fucked up way that doesnt rly qualify as love)

🧍

[olddirtybadfic]

Your Narf is My Drug

The mice have driven me so insane, I wrote a fic with a Kesha parody about it.

It's to the tune of "Your Love is My Drug."

-O-o-O-o-O-

(Brain sits amidst the smoking debris of his latest plan.)

Brain: This is a hot mess we’ve gotten into.

Pinky: (sing-songily) Look at all the shinies! (tosses broken pieces into the air and hops around underneath them as they fall on his head) Zounds, Brain! I caught them all! (laughs hysterically)

Brain: (glares, folds arms) Speaking of hot messes….

(Brain’s vision suddenly turns to slow-motion. He takes in the gliding of Pinky’s supple limbs, Pinky’s lithesome hips swirling like the spirals of Brain’s hypnosis machines. The wreckage rain reflects the light in such a way that Pinky glows to rival the Pleiades.)

Brain: Emphasis on hot….Egad, what am I thinking?! This is preposterous! This is absurd! This is….

(He clutches at his head, as if that would quell the desire flaring up like so many bunsen burners. He finally breaks down at the pile of smashed electronics.)

Brain: Will you never cease that infernal buzzing?! (pounds wickle mousey fists on table)

(The rhythmic buzzing from the broken contraption starts to arrange itself into a poppy synth bassline. The pounding of Brain’s fists on the table provides the beat.)

(First verse) Brain: I feel like Captain Ahab; I’m too sunken in the deep. Emotional repression Is losing me all my sleep.

There’s no time to dilly-dally; My world domination calls. I’m stuck with this dishy dope and Hearing him spew his spurtive squalls!

(Pre-chorus) Our two fates are intertwined; What far-off planets have aligned? This novel factor’s undefined. I can’t get Pinky off my mind!

(Chorus) His narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf. I say, his narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf.

(Second verse) His cranium’s harder than gneiss; I’m telling him everything thrice. My mind and heart in vises: I can chart this diacrisis.

I can’t resist his whimsy. All my defenses, flimsy. My schemes will surely be impacted If I go on being so damn distracted!

(Pre-chorus) Our two fates are intertwined; What far-off planets have aligned? This sequence is not my design. I can’t get Pinky off my mind!

(Chorus) His narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf. I say, his narf, his narf, his narf Stole my heart. His narf, his narf, his narf.

(Bridge) I must fight to gain control, But every hour takes its toll. I try so hard to keep my cool But still I fall for this fine fool!

(Pinky comes in, twirling glow sticks. He has painted geometric shapes on himself with non-toxic mouse safe glow-in-the-dark body paint. When he turns around, Brain can see that Pinky has somehow painted a neon yellow line down his own back, ending in a neon pink heart over his butt.)

Pinky: Braaiiiin~ Just a suggestion…. Why don’t we have a bath in some warm salad dressing? Does that sound like some silly-willy fun-fun? Is my fjord your drug? POIT! Your drug? ZORT! Your drug? NARF! Your drug? Is my—FJORD!—your drug?

Brain: No! Pinky, you’ll get us copyright-stricken!

(Chorus) Oh, Brain! My narf, my narf, my narf Stole your heart! My narf, my narf, my narf! You said my narf, my narf, my narf Stole your heart! My narf, my narf, my narf!

You said my zort, my zort, my zort Is your drug! My zort, my zort, my zort! You said my zort, my zort, my zort Is your drug! My zort, my zort, my zort!

(The buzzing synth line stops.)

Braaiiiiin~ Brainy-cakes… (flirty giggle) Sooooo… (delirious laughter) My narf, my narf, my narf, my narf, is your drug. I like your tail.

(A giant “DMCA” falls on Brain’s head. He crawls out from underneath it, looking especially worse for wear.)

Brain: I suspect this comedown will be particularly hard.

-O-o-O-o-O-

The abyss is quite inviting if you gaze long enough.

[yamatossideboob]

ONE PIECE 1130 Spoilers!

This week's snoozings:

THIS NEFARIOUS BANDIT, FIRST WOMEN THEN CARPENTERS AND NOW SWORDS??! FROM A SLEEPING YAMATO?!!

I enjoy that the other half of the crew just has confidence in the missing ones by now. That's trust right there babes.

also "shark network" Jinbei has ears on the street we love that for Fish Papa

huh. we actually are on Elbaph. somehow that's more surprising.

also yeah its 'Elbaph' after all. I preferred 'Eblaf' but this will suffice

I love this environment right here, very Painted World of Ariamus

its a fun detail that we get their crew jobs I like it :]

Piper good we love owls here

The detail of the bridge plank gaps being obstacles for human-sized folks is so so good, I love itttttttt

goofylaugh.mp4

DORRY AND BROGY GETTING RECOGNITION WE LOVE ITTTTTTTTT

also yeah its been clear for a while that this would happen, but the fact that everyone about to see Luffy as the killer of the world famous humble genius is. troubling. Morgans has blood on his wing hands.

thanks Robin now i'm wondering about Beri inflation rates. I fucking know Oda has this written down somewhere. Did One Piece have a gold standard? Someone badger him about this for a future SBS.

the line about the WEJ having intel everywhere... is this foreshadowing...

that X added to Luffy's photo DEFINITELY is foreshadowing though, Vivi is otw nakama!!!!

omfg is this why Oda split the crew up??? so that the rest wouldn't recognise the X??? that crafty fucker

oh Hajrudin is a prince?? related to Loki?? juicy 👀

I have a feeling that this arc will involve Hajrudin and thats how we'll finally get the Grand Fleet back in the story.

this character introduction goes H A R D. the second I saw this double page I got seriously ominous feelings.... Loki is going to be a serious threat, it's guaranteed. What terror will he wrought...

oh noes he has twisted the Sun God prophecy, he has corrupted the narrative of hope for diabolical purposes D:

ok but no this arc has gotten Serious. Loki is finally here! and fucking scary! Two week break now, but he's bound to get unbound in short order! and show us a terrifying fruit ability! Egads!!

Until next time nakama! 💪✖️

[usamey]

thinking about how nathan has the cutest lil crows feet but you cant see em unless he smiles which unfortunately is rarely if ever </3

[waitmyturtles]

I am hardcore traveling at the moment, and my watch schedule has gotten all kinds of messed up (I still haven’t watched the latest episode of Be My Favorite, EGADS), but anyway, I have thoughts about another show on my mind at the moment: I didn’t have Wi-Fi on this ultra-long flight I took last night, so I could NOT live-blog the FIVE EPISODES I was able to slam out of Manner of Death for the OGMMTVC. And I was DYING because all y’all and I know that this is SUCH A LIVE-BLOGGABLE SHOW, AAAAHHH!!!, so let me just see if I can remember everything I wanted to write about in my travel haze that I usually live-blog during my very late hours (I’m caught up to episode 10):

- Bun and Tan: PRIORITIZE THE SEX *BEFORE* CHECKING THE LAPTOP Y’ALL STOLE FROM THAT CAR YOU SMASHED, obvi

- I KNEW Inspector M would come around

- Um, REALLY LOVED the elder uncle looks that Inspector M was giving Bun and Tan in the safe house after the fake shooting, lol

- So are That and Sorawit a side couple?! SMART MOVE for a not-BL

- KIND OF OBSESSED with the lovey music during Bun and Tan’s romantic scenes, like — this show hasn’t forgotten its roots, whatever those roots are (BLs? CSI?)

- I kinda think Rungtiva is somehow involved in the whole crime ring. She can take in a whole bunch of trafficked women? AND ask why they need to leave her place afterwards? A little sus. I hope I’m wrong, because I love her outfits

- Speaking of outfits, I like how MoD is quietly repping rural Thailand. I LOVE shows set in the country or outside of Bangkok — ATOTS, MLC, The Promise (not the show, just the setting, ha), ITSAY, the parts of BBS in the eco-village. Even Dew the Movie was revealing by way of setting. I really appreciate seeing clothing more akin to ethnic Thai clothing choices — reminds me of watching Indian movies and shows

- There is a SURPRISING amount of food in this show, for which I am very grateful, and

- Just, MaxTul. Love them. So my read right now (without having finished the show yet) is that I think Max is the better actor. When I was looking up Viangpha Mork, I came across a Reddit post on MoD that commented on Tul having this tic where he kinda takes a half a breath and looks up before saying his lines, which made me lol a bit, and doesn’t really bother me, but it’s like, he *does* need a second before he says anything, and I’m not sure it’s intentional for Bun. But I’m not complaining, I just think it’s funny that I saw that about him. Max, on the other hand — he’s GREAT, and I think they’re both so much improved from Together With Me.

- Oh, one more point. Bun and Tan: CLEARLY INVINCIBLE. Too many injuries to count!

I am TOTALLY into this show. Going from ITSAY to YYY to MoD has been a damn SWING, but a fun one, and it’s just extremely cool to watch a show where a romance aspect is not necessarily the center of the show. More on this analysis in my write-up, but like 3 Will Be Free, queerness here is inclusionary, and not the central point of the plot. I just love the structure, and ABSOLUTELY see how it precedes KinnPorsche. More soon as I finish it out over the next few nights.

[rafent]

[ Sparkling Water ]

fogado, trying to conserve his One glass of champagne for later in the evening, decides to quench his desire for fizz with a nice glass of sparkling water. the array of syrups and fruit garnishes on the table entices him, so he goes for what looks the most delicious.

he takes one of the bottles of fruit syrup and flips it over to drizzle some in, but egad! horror! some cretin has loosened the lid on the syrup bottle, and a quarter of its contents suddenly dumps into fogado's drink! “ oh, what? man, come on! ”

now he's got a drink so sweet it'd probably turn him to a pile of sugar if he drank it. sure, fogado likes sweet stuff and all, but not that sweet!

“ ...ugh... what'm i supposed to do with this? i can't just throw it out! ”

The concession table thought to be a quiet watering hole subverted expectations with a familiar face to blame. Toward the epicenter of commotion named as Fogado, Rafal made his average approach; presence of forbidding marble near only to the Solmic prince as others, either more cowardly or less acquainted souls, scuttled sideways in the provision of a wide and eager berth. Wise decisions all around. His sharp stare settled on the source of offense nestled in the other's hand.

"Your howling is most obscene, Fogado." An unsmiling statement in lieu of sociable greeting, or just about tantamount. Voice drier than the torrid confines of a packed gala, than even the parched tongue that attracted each and every ball patron here. "I have been watching you, as have been the entirety of the concession line behind us, and so know your story."

A story of such ridiculous proportions, in fact, that Rafal could not help but make his intervention in the first place. Overshot sweetness to a palate like his own deserved no deliberation, no hemming and hawing in seesaw conundrum over the fate of a single insignificant drink. If it were up to Rafal, the decision would be significantly easier - and the next decision would be Rafal's. "You are unable to count your blessings. There are greater grievances in life to be had than a fountain of sugar—give."

Snatch! Subject to imagination, one might theorize an overeager and vulturous quality to his speed of seizure, to the curtness applied to command, but before further evidence of gluttony could accrue, the sparkling water tipped and poured straight into the hatchet of a pale and bobbing throat. Eyes closed, drink guzzled, and within fleeting seconds came the finality of a mouth wiped, not one drop attributed to survival - not even on the lips. Pink tongue swiped from corner to corner.

"Delightful." The empty vessel returned to its owner, another yield in accompaniment with a String of Pearls pressed to the same palm. "Though I imagine I have done you a favor, still I have taken something of yours. So you may take something of mine."

[ike-mcswains-mortician]

EGADS DND SESSION!! uhm session 6. (i think its session 6 I’m not entirely sure lmao) Fun fact we have two new party members/characters which are Leopol, a cyclops bard who specialises in opera singing, and Bruce, an elf bard who specialises in contemporary piano andhskjs RANT BEGINS!!

Basically we decided that Bruce was a member of the party from the start of the story but just was visiting family and Leopol hid in the van since she’s forgotten her memories and heard the band! Session 6 was basically the rest of the party asking her what she was doing in the van and making a deal that if she can sing/play an instrument she can stay with the band!

Then she tried to kill Gerard (the horse that sings emo music and pulls the caravan/carriage) since she thought he was useless but then he kicked her into a fence infront of Strahd’s castle. And then she got tied up and interrogated by mainly Sasha (pop musician lmao) who slapped her in the face and yelled at her (let it be known that the friend who plays sasha has done acting for like his entire childhood so he put on a show/gen) (also when that happened, Eddie turned to Polly and was like ‘listen I’m not saying I’d like to be in that position however-‘ and Polly stood there in shock and horror) and then the two fought- the girls are fightinggg- while Strahd himself stood there like ‘huh ok sure’ and the session ended with us being in Strahd’s castle and him explaining the party we’re supposed to play at! Also polly fucked up giving a handshake to Strahd since Strahd wiped his hand after it and Polly copied him and then got death stared ajdhsj

RANT OVER FINALLY!! SO SORRY IT WAS THAT LONG AUGH (the dnd sillies are getting to me and we’re playing another session tomorrow yaayayayaya ALSO polly is apparently between twink and bear according to quill/koymoa- like in the words of my friend who plays eddie ‘he’s a twink who could chop wood’ so idk OK THIS WAS LONGER THAN INTENDED LAURIE SHUSH

SESSION UPDATE YAHOOOOOO

i love leopol and bruce already leopol sounds so iconic. also gerard the emo horse is ANNIHILATING ME😭😭

also love that this whole interrogation was happening in front of strahd like he’s just🧍but POLLY NOOOOO augh im so sorry polly handshakes are hard

quill is right about polly btw give that twink an axe

ALSO NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR THESE BEING LONG I LOVE THEM

[recitedemise]

you don't have to let go.

PROMPTS FOR TOUCH-STARVED MUSES: still accepting.

"Ha. It's either that or having you as my surprise guest tonight," Gale holds her, "and believe me, there are few things more daunting than denying dear Tara of a proper warning."

This is nice, Gale thinks. Easy and gentle and oh so nice. Somewhere along the way, their mornings with their coffee — parts espresso, parts lungo — had meandered with a fondness into evenings with drinks. He would fashion her a message, half a corpse with the maelstrom of his tiresome day, but entering the bar all a husk of resignation, it'd be her, all smiles, sat patient in the back.

She'd favored whiskey today, the strength of its amber clung to her gums. His words, soft toned, is all single malt themselves, and pulling back, skin tingling, he notes some sherry.

"That isn't to say I wouldn't enjoy your company, of course," Gale quickly amends, Sayuri dappled by the streetlamp or the moonlight or another, "but I hadn't even the time to prepare us a dinner." Egad. "I can't simply expect you to sit there suffering my failures, though meaningful conversation has been said to tide all sorts of appetites. Should that be your hunger, perhaps my pride can be persuaded."

Smiling, it doesn't escape him that their usual goodbye has now landed on lingering.