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i hope everything is going well for you !! don't know if you'd do another deep request,, but he's the only one (of the seven,,) who'd i'd imagine with a !reader like this lol.

the deep x supe ! reader (reader with similar abilities to the regenerating saliva thing? except, it gets people high lol. due to this, reader is just. constantly 'high'. reader is either the most miserable person or the most chaotic person. why not both? perpetual state of "what the fuck is going on" and "what is real and what isn't?"

either deep or homelander preferably !! idm lol

🪲 anon

Euphoria

Kevin Moskowitz "The Deep" x Male Reader

Summary: Possessing the extraordinary gift of healing even the gravest injuries with your saliva, you became a fixture within the highest echelons of the supe community, providing a weaker version of your unique talent. The only issue, your healing enzymes shared properties with cannabis, resulting in your constant state of a euphoric high and a subtle high for anyone you treated.

A/N: Anon thanks for checking in, I'm doing okay. I've personally only gotten high a couple times, so I'm simply mixing my experiences.

TW: Soft angst - Comfort - Cannabis - Bodily fluids (Saliva)

The air in your apartment clung to you like a damp shroud, thick and stagnant, carrying the ghost of forgotten meals – a faint, sour tang that never quite dissipated. A lone lamp in the corner, its bulb struggling against the encroaching darkness, cast a weak, jaundiced circle of light that did little to dispel the gloom. It barely touched the monumental heap in the sink, a teetering ziggurat of dirty plates, bowls stained with dried remnants, and a chaotic jumble of cutlery – a silent testament to days blurring into weeks, marked only by the necessity of sustenance.

Across the worn wooden floor, crumpled clothes lay scattered like vibrant, discarded petals against a backdrop of muted beige walls. A splash of color in the otherwise dreary space, they spoke of hurried undressings and a lack of care. The bed, a once-ordered piece of furniture, now resembled a storm-tossed sea of tangled sheets and a twisted duvet, stubbornly resisting any attempt at neatness.

On the lumpy, stained couch, you were a figure of stillness amidst the chaos. Your usually meticulously styled hair now fanned out across the dusty cushions in a web of tangled strands. Your eyes, the whites faintly webbed with red and holding a distant, unfocused quality, stared blankly at the flickering images on the television screen. The shifting light painted fleeting shadows across the sharp angles of your face, cruelly highlighting the heavy, bruised shadows that clung beneath your eyes like permanent fixtures. Your frame, already slender, appeared almost gaunt beneath the loose, faded fabric of an oversized t-shirt and baggy pajama pants, the ridge of your spine a stark, visible line beneath the stretched cotton. The tinny sounds of the television – a canned sitcom laugh track – filled the oppressive silence, a hollow, jarring counterpoint to the profound stillness of the room and the aching emptiness that resided within you.

Empty beer bottles, their labels peeling and condensation rings marking the dusty floor, formed a haphazard perimeter around the couch. A scattering of empty chip bags, their silver interiors crinkling softly with any slight movement, added to the debris. You reached a languid hand towards the remote, its surface sticky to the touch, and mindlessly flicked through the channels. Each fleeting image – vibrant commercials, shouting pundits, glossy dramas – offered no purchase for your vacant gaze. Finally, you landed on the droning voices of the news anchors. A sigh escaped your lips, a puff of stale air that did little to alleviate the pressure in your chest. You set the remote back down on the cluttered coffee table with a soft clink and pushed yourself into a sitting position.

The room swam for a moment, the edges of your vision softening and blurring, but it was a familiar sensation, a constant companion you had long since grown accustomed to. It was the price of your powers, this perpetual, low-grade euphoria that felt akin to being perpetually stoned, as if you had inhaled your own weight in cannabis. It had leached the joy from your life, turning simple tasks into monumental efforts. Some days, you were a fixture on that couch, a motionless form refusing the insistent buzz of your phone or the concerned voices that occasionally filtered through your door. You envied the normalcy of those you helped, the fleeting buzz they experienced compared to the relentless tide that washed over you daily. Functioning was a herculean task. Holding down a proper job was a distant memory, relationships withered and died, and even the basic act of self-care felt like climbing a sheer cliff face. Your existence was funded by the grudging payments from Vought, your sole purpose the continued well-being of their volatile top-tier supes.

With a groan, you pushed yourself up from the couch, your body swaying precariously before you managed to plant your feet firmly on the floor. A dull ache throbbed behind your eyes. You dragged your feet across the room, lazily bending to pick up the scattered trash that littered your path, your attention only half-engaged with the news anchor’s monotonous recounting of recent city attacks. Their voices seemed distant, muffled, barely penetrating the persistent pounding in your head. You bent down, the plastic of a discarded bottle cool against your fingertips, and tossed it into the overflowing garbage bag you held open. Straightening up, the television screen flashed with grainy live footage of a chaotic fight, the speed and intensity of the action a blur you couldn’t quite follow.

You tossed the overstuffed garbage bag into the overflowing can in the corner, the thud a small punctuation mark in the otherwise silent apartment. Padding back through the living room, your bare feet barely registering the sticky spots on the floor, you sank back onto the worn cushions of the couch. You had barely registered the familiar face that flickered across the screen, contorted in a mask of pain and agony as a dark stain bloomed rapidly across the vibrant green of his suit. Admist the ever-present euphoric haze, a sudden, sharp clarity pierced through. Those unmistakable ocean blue eyes, the tight, familiar green fabric – it was Kevin. A wave of nausea crashed over you, a sour bile rising in your throat. You scrambled off the couch, your limbs clumsy and uncoordinated, and stumbled towards the bathroom, the contents of your stomach emptying violently into the porcelain bowl.

You fell back against the cool, tiled wall of the bathtub, your hands tangling in your messy hair as ragged breaths hitched in your chest. The world spun, the fluorescent light above making your head throb. With a shaky push, you propelled yourself off the floor, gripping the cold edge of the sink counter for support. You stared at your reflection in the fogged mirror, a pale, gaunt face staring back, your mouth wiped roughly with the back of your hand. You haphazardly reached for your toothbrush, the minty paste a stark contrast to the lingering taste of bile. A quick, perfunctory brushing, and then you were stumbling into the lukewarm spray of the shower, the water doing little to wash away the clammy film that coated your skin.

You stood in the dim light of your bedroom, completely naked and still damp from the hasty shower. Your dark hair clung to your scalp, beads of water tracing cold paths down your skin. You picked up a discarded shirt from the floor, holding the soft fabric to your nose, inhaling deeply to determine its cleanliness. With a shrug, you pulled it over your head, the familiar scent immediately enveloping you. It wasn't yours. It was Kevin’s, a lingering reminder of a recent, intimate night. You slipped on a pair of well-worn joggers, the fabric soft against your bare legs, and stumbled through your apartment towards the door. You swung it open, the sudden influx of hallway light making you squint, your breath catching in your throat as you met those same unmistakable ocean blue eyes you had just seen contorted in pain on the television screen.

Kevin stood before you, his hand raised as if he were about to knock, his brow furrowed in a mixture of concern and something else you couldn't quite decipher through the lingering haze. Words caught in your throat, a jumbled mess of relief and lingering fear. Your knees threatened to buckle beneath you. Without conscious thought, you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of salt water and a hint of mint. His arms instinctively tightened around you, his lips parting in silent question. You whispered against his skin, the words tumbling out in a rush, how you had just seen him on TV, how you saw him get hurt. He pulled back slightly, his gaze searching yours before peering past you towards your television, the news station still flickering with images, but it wasn't him on the screen. It was some new, unfamiliar hero. A silent ‘oh’ escaped his lips as he connected your frantic words to the random bursts of paranoia that often accompanied your heightened state.

Kevin gently ushered you back into the disarray of your apartment, his eyes scanning the dimly lit space with a familiar concern. The last time he had been here, the chaos hadn't been this pervasive. Your place, while never immaculate, had possessed a semblance of order. You had been on one of your rare, clearer highs, the kind that only surfaced after a period of abstaining from using your powers. He remembered lying in your bed, his bare skin pressed against yours, the subtle, intoxicating euphoria that bloomed within him from the mere contact with your saliva seeping into his system. It wasn't an isolated incident. He often found himself drawn back to your apartment, to your bed, chasing that unique high that only direct consumption of your saliva could induce. He had spent countless nights with you in his arms, talking until the first rays of dawn painted the sky. You looked forward to those nights, those precious hours where you weren't alone in your buzzing, miserable reality, where you didn't have to constantly brace yourself for the sight of him in pain. Nights where you felt something more than that relentless, dull euphoria, where the paranoia receded, and you felt, simply, less miserable.

Kevin gently guided you to the edge of the cluttered couch, his gaze softening as he knelt down in front of you, his eyes meeting your unfocused ones. He noted the familiar glazed look, the slight tremor in your hands. "How many times have you used your power since I last saw you?" he asked softly, his voice laced with concern. You couldn't quite grasp the question, the fog in your brain too thick to penetrate. You shrugged, a small, helpless gesture, mumbling something about it being enough for Vought to have their diluted supply. Kevin let out a quiet sigh, understanding dawning in his eyes. This was how it always started – the increased usage, the descent into the hazy paranoia, the unraveling of your living space mirroring the unraveling of your mind.

You weren't entirely sure what it was about Kevin, but his presence seemed to cut through the oppressive haze that clung to your thoughts. He sat beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you gently against his side. The contact was grounding, his warmth a soothing balm against your perpetually overstimulated senses. You didn't even question why he was here, too caught up in the simple fact that for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you could feel something other than that miserable, dull hum. Your body seemed to operate on instinct, a primal urge for connection overriding the fog in your mind. You suddenly rose from the couch, ignoring Kevin’s worried glance as you gently pulled him along, leading him towards the relative sanctuary of your bedroom.

You gently pushed him back against the rumpled sheets of your bed, your movements slow and deliberate as you moved to straddle his hips. His hands instinctively came up to grip your waist, his fingers digging slightly into your skin beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. You leaned down to kiss him, a desperate plea in the gesture, but he turned his head slightly. Usually, Kevin’s judgment was clouded by the intoxicating allure of that unique high, the almost addictive pull of your saliva. But now, something was different. A genuine concern for your well-being flickered in his ocean blue eyes, overriding his usual desires. "We can just lay here," he murmured, his voice a low hum against your ear. "You don't look good, an-" You cut him off with a sudden, desperate kiss, your hands clutching onto the front of his shirt, bunching the soft fabric between your fingers. "Shut up," you whispered fiercely against his lips, the words laced with a raw desperation. "I need this. I need that feeling."

Kevin hesitated for a fleeting moment, his gaze searching your face, before his own desire, mixed with a reluctant understanding of your need, won out. He returned your kiss, his arms wrapping around you, his movements gentle as he carefully flipped your positions so you were now lying beneath him against the mattress. He was more tender than usual, each touch imbued with a deliberate care, as if he were afraid of further fracturing your already fragile state. He slipped his hands beneath the fabric of his shirt, his fingertips lightly tracing the curve of your waist, a possessive yet gentle touch. You slipped your tongue past his lips, running it slowly over his own and then the inside of his cheek, the subtle taste of him a familiar comfort. Your eyes fluttered open, your pupils blown wide as you watched the rhythmic bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed, the anticipation building within you. The high, that familiar rush, spread through his body, a visible shudder running up his spine at the overwhelming sensation. Kevin pulled back slightly, a thin string of saliva connecting your parted lips, his own ocean blue eyes wide and slightly unfocused as he looked down at you, finally experiencing, even in this diluted form, the constant barrage of sensation that was your daily reality.

His mouth crashed back down on yours, a groan escaping his lips as the full force of the high slammed into his brain. Every nerve ending seemed to ignite, the world around him dissolving into a kaleidoscope of heightened sensations. Your taste, the feel of your skin beneath his hands, the frantic rhythm of your breathing against his – it all intensified tenfold. His heart hammered against his ribs, a wild, erratic beat mirroring the chaotic symphony of sensations flooding his senses. He tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer, deeper into the kiss, desperate to chase the fleeting euphoria.

You pulled back, your breath fanning across Kevin’s flushed face, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. The constant, miserable hum that usually vibrated beneath your skin had been momentarily replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated euphoria that spread through every fiber of your being. Kevin collapsed beside you, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, a mirror of the vacant gaze you so often wore. His hand found yours amidst the tangled mess of comforter and blankets, his fingers lacing through yours. He turned his head to face you, his free hand coming up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. He leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips before whispering, the words thick with the lingering effects of the high, "I love you." You didn't know if it was the intoxicating rush coursing through his veins, or if he truly meant the words, but in that moment, nestled in his arms, finally feeling something other than the crushing weight of your constant high, you didn't care. For the first time in a long time, you felt a flicker of something you actually liked.

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evolutionsvoid · 10 months ago

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The ancient dragons were once revered, but are now reviled in the wake of the betrayal. Yet, even as they are labeled an enemy of the Church and despised as heretical beasts, there is one thing that remains unchanged: their power. Though hated, folks still admit that the dragons bear incredible strength and abilities, their ancient bodies and blood possessing qualities unseen anywhere else. Even as people spit at their name, there are many who secretly wonder if it would be possible to harness this primordial strength. So when the great beasts were slain, and their massive corpses fell to the earth, this enemy was violated once more as factions hurried to plunder the carcasses and take these gifts for themselves. Out of the scavengers who fed on this death, none are nearly as famous, or successful, as the Antiquaries.

The Antiquaries are an arm of the Academy of Veritas Mundus, those tasked with uncovering the past and harnessing the primordial. They seek the secrets of the ages before Ichor, and the beings who flourished in these eras. The dragons are no doubt a great obsession to them, as they are the living embodiment of these ancients times. So when they were slain and left to rot, the Antiquaries descended upon the carcasses like ravenous shrews. They stripped many dragon bodies down to the bone, and then made off with those as well. Any great dragon who perished on or near Academy territories were quickly devoured by these eager researchers, their scales, bones and Eitr whisked away to their countless laboratories.

Though it would appear that no one has truly mastered the power and Eitr of the ancient dragons, it is clear that the Antiquaries are the closest to achieving such a feat. Though their research is closely guarded, much like a lot of Academy work, the end results can be clearly seen. One need only see or hear about the Dracomatons to know that the Academy has uncovered something incredible behind their barred doors.

The Dracomatons are creations of man, artificial life that has been forged and built. The Antiquaries have taken the pieces of dead dragons and found a way to cobble them into a lesser, but far from powerless, form. Dracomatons are constructed from a special material that the Academy invented, known as "verdigris." The process to create such a substance is known only to the Academy and fiercely guarded. If one is to spot someone who doesn't belong to the Academy in possession of such an thing, then you know they stole it or stripped it off a corpse. The little anyone has figured out about verdigris is that it is made through some sort of fusion of dragon scale and ivory, but only true ancient dragon scales. It appears to use the very blight that coats them, scraping the curse from these immortal scales and binding it with high quality bone. The resulting material is not as strong as true dragon scales, but it is still very durable and certainly far more plentiful. It is how they are able to create so many strange and powerful constructs which bear the visage of these ancient beasts.

One such dracomaton is the Huo Long, a soaring slithering serpent construct whose presence is an omen of fire and chaos. A long body built of verdigris scales and powered by yellowflame, it uses this fire to weave through the sky and spew burning bolts upon foes. Though the permanent snarl of its maw can vomit forth a hail of flame, these spits of fire are not nearly as lethal as some would believe. They may scorch holes in armor and burn flesh, but those with decent protection and quick thinking can survive this rain. The true power of this breath weapon is the panic and chaos it can cause. The sight of these twisting automatons in the sky already put folk on edge, and when they start spraying flame onto battalions does fear take hold. Mounts and other war beasts fly into a panic at these flames, the sting of their bite causes soldiers to lose focus and flail about, and dry battlegrounds can easily erupt in an inferno. The Huo Long are tools of fear and disarray, turning crude armies of hastily trained soldiers into stumbling screaming fools.

The Huo Long dracomatons are constructs built mainly for battle, be it a siege weapon or a burning omen to clear the way for the Academy's horde. When the Church faltered with civil war, the Academy saw their chance and thus their many inventions were turned to tools of violence. In rare cases have some folk witnessed a few of these constructs serving as guards on Academy grounds. It would seem their fiery maws may be too destructive for their creators' liking, worrying that these guard beasts may wind up burning down what they are meant to protect.

Due to their materials being born from dragon scale, it would seem they have inherited more than their visage. It has been observed that Huo Long left inactive for a period of time grow stiff and slow, requiring minutes of movement and warming up to regain their flexibility and grace. Perhaps the curse that doomed the dragons lives on in a way within these dracomatons, threatening those who wield it with the same fate. In that way, it would seem that they are closer to true dragons than one would imagine. However, one with a sharp eye need only look upon the yellowflame in their eyes and teeth to see that no trace of Eitr is within. The lacking of Primal Flame's tinge betrays their artificial nature and that these are machines merely wearing the skin of the ancient beasts.

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"Huo Long Dracomaton"

Not only do we got animals mutated into dragons, now people be building dragons!

And thanks to @Lediblock2 for the term "Dracomaton" because my genius self was coming up with words like "automdragon"

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mundanewizardy · 1 month ago

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Burnt Oak and Disillusionment

The acrid scent of burnt oak and disillusionment was the first thing Clark noticed each morning. It clung to the threadbare drapes of his third-story walk-up apartment, seeped into the cracked linoleum of his kitchen, and, he suspected, permanently permeated the very fibers of his ancient pajamas. He was a wizard. That fact, once capable of stirring a faint tremor of wonder in others, now felt less like a calling and more like a particularly irritating genetic predisposition.

This particular Tuesday, the alarm on his enchanted bedside table – a chipped porcelain gnome whose eyes glowed precisely at 6:30 AM with a low-level Ignis spell – failed to rouse him. Instead, he awoke to the insistent, high-pitched whine of a faulty Levitation charm emanating from the toaster. His bread, still stubbornly refusing to toast, hovered three inches above the slot, trembling slightly, like a small, infuriated cloud.

"Bugger," Clark mumbled, swiping a hand through his perpetually unkempt grey hair. He’d spent twenty years in Wand Quality Control, and the sheer volume of shoddy craftsmanship he encountered daily was a cosmic joke. Every item in his apartment, from the self-stirring coffee mug that occasionally stirred itself into a violent froth, to the cleaning broom that swept only in erratic, angry circles, was a testament to his profession's failures.

He pulled on a robe that had once been a respectable midnight blue but now resembled a dishcloth left too long in a potion of unknown origin. His reflection in the bathroom mirror, a gaunt man with eyes that had seen too many fizzling hexes and too many corporate memos, barely registered. The bathroom mirror, incidentally, was supposed to apply a Glow of Youth charm every morning, but more often than not, it merely highlighted his prominent nose hairs with an alarming green luminescence.

Breakfast was a solitary affair. A single, magically-preserved apple (its freshness guaranteed for "up to three millennia," the label promised, though Clark suspected the fine print mentioned "optimal conditions in a vacuum") and the aforementioned defiant toast. He managed to force the bread down with a muttered counter-spell, but it still felt like eating a disgruntled cloud. The coffee, brewed by the perpetually over-caffeinated kettle, was passable, though it always made a peculiar gurgling sound that suggested deep-seated existential angst.

His commute to the Department of Mystical Ordinance and Regulation (DMOR) was, as usual, a study in urban magical entropy. The floating buses, designed for silent, effortless transit, frequently bucked and groaned, their Repulsion charms sputtering, causing them to drift precariously close to the grimy facades of the high-rise towers. People barely noticed. Magic was common, after all. It was hardly even special. A broken invisibility cloak might send a businessman tumbling down the street, but most simply stepped over him with a sigh, muttering about "unionized gnomes." Today, his bus, the Number 7, seemed to momentarily shudder, as if the very fabric of its enchantment twitched. For a brief second, the streetlights outside flickered with an un-electrical cold blue, and the familiar cityscape seemed to stretch just a hair too far before snapping back. Clark rubbed his eyes. Must be the poor lighting.

He adjusted his spectacles, which, despite having a Clarity of Vision enchantment, were perpetually smudged. He clutched his worn briefcase, filled with a thermos of lukewarm, slightly-too-salvaged tea and a stack of requisition forms for replacement Stabilization runes. The forms themselves were magical, designed to duplicate when filled out correctly, but they often just dissolved into glitter or spontaneously burst into minor flame.

He passed by "The Daily Grind," a café where the barista, a young warlock with too much enthusiasm, would greet each customer with a custom "Mood-Enhancing Charm." Clark had once accidentally received an "Extreme Optimism" charm and spent the entire morning laughing maniacally at a malfunctioning Teleportation circle. Never again. Now, he just nodded grimly.

His office, located on the 17th floor, was a grey box within a grey box. The automatic door, enchanted with a Welcome spell, would sometimes instead blurt out "Uninvited Intruder!" causing minor panic attacks. Clark usually sidled in quickly to avoid the theatrics. His cubicle, a cramped space adorned with a single, sickly potted fern that occasionally vibrated ominously, housed his primary tools: a desk, a chair, and a pile of faulty wands.

Today's batch was particularly grim. The first, a simple birch wand, was supposed to emit a harmless Light spell. He gave it a flick, and instead, it produced a faint, high-pitched squeal that instantly shattered the glass of his water bottle. The second, designed for Cooling Charms, simply coated everything in a fine layer of green slime that smelled faintly of industrial solvent. Clark stared at the slime. It seemed to pulse. He wrote down "Unforeseen Bio-Hazardous Byproduct" on the defect form. The forms, powered by low-level thought-to-text charms, often misinterpreted his weary internal monologues, resulting in phrases like "Wand #734: Emits existential dread. Recommend immediate de-enchantment and perhaps a long nap for the user."

His coworker, a perpetually cheerful sorceress named Brenda, floated by on her hover-chair, humming a cheerful tune. Her chair, at least, seemed to function correctly. "Morning, Clark!" she chirped, her voice like tiny, magical bells. "Got any good ones today? Oh, and did you see the new memo?"

Clark sighed, wiping a smear of green slime from his desk. "Just another day in paradise, Brenda. What memo now?"

Brenda practically vibrated with excitement. "The 'Standardized Enchantment Recalibration Protocol v. 3.0'! It's all about streamlining our 'Inter-dimensional Compliance Initiatives'! Mr. Thorne says it's going to revolutionize our whole department!"

Clark stared at the charred corner of his desk, where a minor Conflagration spell had spontaneously erupted from a faulty wand just moments before. He extinguished it with a casual wave of his hand, producing a puff of smoke that smelled vaguely of burnt toast and bureaucratic dread. "Revolutionary, indeed."

He knew what "streamlining" and "revolutionizing" meant in DMOR-speak: more forms, new codes, mandatory training modules on incomprehensible jargon, and ultimately, no actual improvement, just a heavier workload. The world wasn't getting better; it was just becoming more thoroughly documented in its decay. He sat back, feeling the slow, heavy weight of the endless, absurd cycle settle upon him. And the wands kept coming in.

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singlesablog · 2 years ago

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A New Cool

“West End Girls" (1985) Pet Shop Boys Parlophone Records (Written by Tennant/Lowe) Highest U.S. Billboard Chart Position – No. 1

There are two lines of thinking concerning the debut pop single for the seminal electronic pop band Pet Shop Boys; one, that the song is atypical of all of the hits they would ultimately create (and are still creating over 30 years later), and the other is that this is their signature song. I am of two minds, that it is at once very them, and conversely not them at all; in some ways their first hit was a makeover of the band, whether by design, or not. It is undeniable that in 1986 it was enormously successful, an evocative ear worm, and that the single introduced the strangely beautiful tenor voice of singer Neil Tennant, and ushered in one of the greatest pop duos ever.

Neil Tennant and Chris Lowe met in a hi-if shop in London on Kings Road in Chelsea in 1981, and discovering a mutual love of electronic music, formed a band. Tennant was at that time an assistant editor at Smash Hits magazine, and Chris a college student studying architecture. Immediately, they began writing songs together in Neil’s bedsitter apartment (which I believe translates as a studio in the US). They signed with American producer Bobby O (who oversaw rather crude Miami-tinged 80s dance music) in 1984/85; together with him they produced for the first time many of the songs that would appear on their debut Please, and the follow-up LP, Actually. “West End Girls” was released in 1985 as a 12” disco version that was much cruder and sparer; it was a minor hit in Europe and a “Screamer of the Week” on the influential 80s radio station WLIR in Long Island, New York (who's djs had a nose for new wave talent). Nevertheless, it sank, and they spent the next year extricating themselves from Bobby O and signing with EMI, relinquishing to him some of the future royalties on many of the soon-to-be famous songs they had already written, including “West End Girls”, “Opportunities”, and “It’s A Sin” (all of which were re-recorded and eventually went top ten in the United States). It would seem that the Imperial phase for any great band must always begin with a lawsuit.

“West End Girls” was re-released by the band in late 1985 in a much different version produced by Stephen Hague, and it immediately conquered the world, selling 1.5 million copies. Where the Bobby O version squawked and squealed and sounded dated even then, this new track slithered on to the airwaves with a newer, more insinuating quality. Rather than a club banger, this was now a highly suggestive track, with droning, floating synths, every effect modulated downward into an expression of cool detachment. It was an important single not only in introducing this idea of bored aloofness from the duo, but also by permanently stamping them with the image. No matter how hard they would try in the future to produce bombast (say, on “It’s a Sin”, a truly bezerk pop hit) they would be forever labeled as sardonic, stand-offish, bored, or sarcastic. These are words that really translated into one idea for me: that they were actually gay, and smart, and therefore happy to play along with any narrative the public chose for them as long as people continued to buy their records. The song’s lyrics, written by former history major Tennant, apparently reference Eliot’s “The Waste Land”, which sounds hilariously high-toned, but for the then 19 year old that first experienced it, it was clearly a coded story of gay boys clubbing on the wrong side of town, because the gay bar is inevitably on the wrong side of town, and that perhaps West End Girls is a clever wink at describing gay men crossing over. On top of all of these suggestions was a very fey British man successfully talk-rapping lyrics (a rap I can to this day successfully recite), telling a story with no obvious conclusion, because, well, you know. It is a coded song about a coded world. And while the Pets didn’t invent the electronic pop song, like couturiers they certainly tailored it to the measure of some very strict gay signifiers, and when I fell in love with the hit (and the band) I was already acquainted with those ideas and understood them instantly. Of course, I did not experience the duo as detached; instead, they were stylistically and artistically brilliant, and their songs were clever, propulsive, and unique.

Please as an album can be examined as a cohesive slice of queer nightlife in the 1980s: escaping to the city (“Two Divided by Zero”, “Suburbia”), sneering at society (“Opportunities”), fighting oppression (“Violence”, “I Want a Lover”), and, finally, reconciling to life and love, whatever that might mean (“Later Tonight”, “Love Comes Quickly”, “Why Don’t We Live Together?”). I am sure “West End Girls” does reference “The Waste Land”, but somehow, just perhaps, Neil, the master of collage, is actually speaking more allusively to the mating habits of the male homosexual circa 1985. Chris Lowe, for his part, made absolute certain that the songs would be played were they belonged, which was in the club, his complete obsession in every way; the electronic sounds he produced are essential to the texture of what Pet Shop Boys ended up doing better than anyone else, which was to document gay lives by dropping clues and signals to fantastic disco music while leaving out the specifics. And this is possibly why the original Bobby O version was so awfully wrong, and not really them: the duo must have discovered that they didn’t need to bang bang bang, that they could be better than that. In fact, they actually didn’t need Bobby O at all; they could conjure up these subtle and delicious scenes all by themselves.

Sadly, Bobby O still got the money. Kind of just like a Pet Shop Boys song, isn’t it?

A little cynical, but true.

*The title of Please, which I always found entertaining, I imagined was a reference to gay men chastising one another with "Oh, Please", or "Girl, Please." This has never been substantiated. Instead, Neil was quoted as saying it was a little joke, so when a customer asked for it, they would be forced to say I would like Pet Shop Boys, Please. Hmmm. Regardless, this would still qualify as a double entendre.

Dropping a hairpin (verb, gay, archaic slang term): to reveal one's sexual preferences by dropping broad hints; thus keep your hairpins up, and maintaining a 'normal' mask.

Who, who wants a cocktail? (“Opportunities (Reprise)”)

Someone spread a rumor. Let’s run away. (“Two Divided By Zero”)

In every city, in every nation, from Lake Geneva to the Finland Station. (“West End Girls”)

You may not always love me I may not care But intuition tells me, baby There's something we could share If we dare, why don't we? (“Why Don’t We Live Together?”)

And you wait 'til later, ‘til later tonight. 'Cause tonight always comes. (“Later Tonight”)

Neil Comes Out

In the early 1990s, Jimmy Somerville, formerly of the very out, gay 80s band Bronski Beat, accused Neil and Chris of Pets Shop Boys of exploiting gay culture for career purposes, and of not putting anything back.

Neil came out officially in 1994, and commenting in print on the matter, said that he resented anyone telling anyone how out they should be, or just what constituted a “contribution” to gay culture:

“I do think that we have contributed, through our music and also through our videos and the general way we’ve presented things, rather a lot to what you might call ‘gay culture’. I could spend several pages discussing the notion of ‘gay culture’, but for the sake of argument, I would just say that we have contributed a lot. And the simple reason for this is that I have written songs from my own point of view…”

He pauses again. “What I’m actually saying is, I am gay, and I have written songs from that point of view. So, I mean, I’m being surprisingly honest with you here, but those are the facts of the matter.”

Having finally got all that off his chest, Neil Tennant pours himself a glass of mineral water and takes his sweatshirt off. He is looking distinctly pink around the gills. Maybe it’s the effect of suddenly admitting that for all these years he has been singing nothing but the truth. Or maybe it’s just the unbearable heat in here. “Well,” he says, in a voice which carries a distinct [air of]‘moving swiftly on’, “what’s your next question?”

Source: Neil Tennant in Attitude Magazine, 1994

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Everything You Need to Know About Stickers

Stickers have become a staple in both personal and professional spaces, offering a versatile and creative way to express ideas, promote businesses, and enhance products. They come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and materials, making them suitable for different applications. In this informative guide, we will explore everything you need to know about stickers, including their types, manufacturing processes, and practical uses.

What Are Stickers?

A sticker is an adhesive label with a design or text on one side and a sticky backing on the other. Stickers can be made from different materials such as vinyl, paper, or polyester and can have finishes like glossy, matte, or transparent. Some stickers are designed for permanent applications, while others are removable or reusable.

Types of Stickers

Vinyl Stickers – Known for their durability, vinyl stickers are weatherproof and resistant to water and sunlight. They are ideal for outdoor use, such as car decals and bumper stickers.

Paper Stickers – These are cost-effective and best suited for indoor applications such as packaging, scrapbooking, or labeling.

Die-Cut Stickers – These stickers are precisely cut to the shape of the design, offering a high-end look. Die-cut vinyl stickers are especially popular in branding.

Holographic Stickers – With a reflective, multi-color finish, holographic stickers stand out and are often used for decorative purposes.

Clear Stickers – Transparent stickers give a seamless look when applied to surfaces like glass, plastic, or packaging.

Static Cling Stickers – These are non-adhesive stickers that cling to smooth surfaces using static electricity, making them reusable.

Eco-Friendly Stickers – Made from sustainable materials, these stickers are biodegradable and are a great choice for environmentally conscious brands.

Sticker Manufacturing Process

The process of making stickers involves several steps, from design to final production:

Designing – The artwork is created using digital design software.

Printing – The design is printed on sheets or rolls using inkjet, laser, or UV printing techniques.

Cutting – Stickers can be kiss-cut (leaving the backing intact) or die-cut to follow the shape of the design.

Lamination – A protective layer may be added to improve durability and prevent fading.

Packaging – Stickers are then cut into individual pieces or prepared as sticker sheets for distribution.

Common Uses of Stickers

Branding & Marketing – Businesses use custom stickers for logos, promotions, and packaging.

Personal Expression – People decorate laptops, water bottles, and phone cases with stickers to showcase their personality.

Educational & Informational – Schools and organizations use stickers for labeling, instruction, and awareness campaigns.

Event & Political Campaigns – Stickers serve as cost-effective promotional tools for political candidates, advocacy groups, and fundraisers.

Decor & Art – From wall decals to scrapbooking stickers, they add aesthetic appeal to various surfaces.

With the ever-growing demand for personalized and high-quality stickers, the industry continues to innovate with new materials and printing techniques. Whether for business or personal use, stickers remain an affordable and effective medium for creative expression and communication.

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Kamala Harris’s Economic Plans: A Path to Empowerment, Not Socialism

In recent discussions, Vice President Kamala Harris has introduced a series of economic proposals that aim to address pressing issues such as food prices, housing, taxes, and medical costs. While some critics may attempt to label these initiatives as “socialism,” it’s essential to understand that Harris’s plans are firmly rooted in the principles of fairness and economic empowerment within a capitalist system. Let’s break down how these proposals can benefit Americans and why they should not be confused with socialism.

Addressing the Real Needs of Americans

1. Lowering Prescription Drug Costs: Americans are paying significantly more for prescription drugs than people in other high-income countries. A 2022 analysis by the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) revealed that U.S. prices for all drugs were nearly three times higher than prices in 33 other Organisation for Economic Co-operation and Development (OECD) countries. Specifically, U.S. prices for brand-name drugs were 422% of the prices in these comparison countries. This means that for every dollar spent on brand-name drugs in other countries, Americans are paying $4.22.

While the U.S. has managed to keep the prices of generic drugs relatively low—demonstrating that affordable medication is possible—the exorbitant prices of brand-name drugs still place an unfair burden on American consumers. Harris's proposals aim to bring these prices in line with what is seen in other high-income countries, ensuring that all essential medications, not just generics, are affordable for everyone.

2. Expanding Housing Access: The vice president’s housing plan calls for the construction of 3 million new housing units over four years to address the severe housing shortage in the U.S. By promoting tax incentives for builders of “starter” homes and expanding funding for affordable rental housing, Harris is working to make homeownership and rental options more accessible to first-time buyers and low-income families. Additionally, she plans to limit bulk home purchases by investors and curb price-setting tools that drive up rental costs.

3. Reducing Medical Costs and Expanding Access: As a veteran, I’ve personally benefited from the healthcare services provided by the Veterans Affairs (VA). The VA system ensures that veterans like myself have access to the medical care we need, recognizing our service to the country. But here’s the thing—I don’t believe that healthcare should only be guaranteed to those who have worn the uniform. Every American deserves access to affordable, quality healthcare, regardless of their military status.

Veterans and current service members share a common bond—we have either worn or continue to wear the uniform to protect our nation and its citizens. But right now, millions of Americans are being treated unfairly by corporate greed and the exorbitant costs of healthcare. It’s time for us to stand up and go to war with big pharma and the corporations that prioritize profits over people’s well-being. Harris’s proposal to expand Medicare’s ability to negotiate drug prices is a critical step in this battle, aiming to reduce the financial burden on all Americans, not just a select few.

4. Tax Relief for Families: The vice president’s tax proposals include making permanent the $3,600 per child tax credit and introducing a new $6,000 tax credit for newborns. She also plans to expand the Earned Income Tax Credit, providing significant tax relief to frontline workers and lowering taxes on healthcare plans offered through the Affordable Care Act marketplace.

These initiatives reflect a commitment to making life more affordable and manageable for middle-class Americans, ensuring that everyone has a fair shot at success.

Why These Policies Are Not Socialism

It’s important to clarify that these policies do not constitute socialism. Socialism, in its true form, involves government ownership and control of major industries and resources. In contrast, Kamala Harris’s proposals work within the existing capitalist framework, using targeted regulations and incentives to make the economy fairer and more inclusive.

The U.S. already has a number of social programs that provide essential services without transforming the nation into a socialist state. For example:

Social Security: Provides financial support to retirees, disabled individuals, and survivors of deceased workers. It’s a program that ensures a safety net for millions of Americans.

Veterans Affairs (VA): Offers healthcare, education, and housing benefits to veterans who have served the country. This program is a recognition of their service and a commitment to their well-being. However, the need for affordable healthcare isn’t exclusive to veterans; it’s a right that should be extended to all citizens.

These programs demonstrate that integrating social initiatives within a capitalist system is not only possible but also beneficial to society as a whole.

Learning from Other Countries

The United States is not alone in using social programs to enhance the well-being of its citizens. Many other countries with similar capitalist economies have implemented successful social initiatives that benefit their populations without adopting socialism. For example:

Germany: Germany’s social market economy combines free-market capitalism with social policies that ensure universal healthcare and other welfare programs. This approach allows for a thriving economy while ensuring that citizens have access to essential services.

Australia: Australia’s Medicare system provides universal healthcare coverage to all citizens and permanent residents, funded by taxes. This system ensures that healthcare is accessible to everyone, regardless of income, without sacrificing quality or innovation.

These examples show that it’s possible to incorporate social programs into a capitalist economy to address the needs of the population effectively.

Conclusion: A Balanced Approach for a Stronger America

Kamala Harris’s economic proposals are not about shifting the U.S. toward socialism but about making the current system more equitable and responsive to the needs of everyday Americans. By addressing food prices, housing, medical costs, and taxes, these plans aim to empower the middle class and ensure that all citizens can participate fully in the economy.

As a veteran, I’ve experienced how vital access to quality healthcare can be. But this isn’t something that should be reserved just for those who served—it’s a right every American should have. Integrating fair social programs into our system isn’t radical; it’s a practical step forward. Other countries have successfully done this, and so can we. Let’s focus on how these proposals can truly benefit us—by supporting families, improving health, and making life better for everyone.

By supporting these initiatives, we’re not moving away from capitalism—we’re strengthening it by ensuring that it works for everyone, not just those at the top.

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I just feel so utterly drained. So devoid of everything. Just fucking horrible. It feels like everything I do is consuming the last bit of energy I have and then I have to do shit for dig. Like God I fucking hate it here. It's this house. I had it labeled has Home on Google maps but it's literally hell.

I've been living here for 10 mfkn years getting sicker by the day and at some point it's not worth my well being... well at some point it wasn't and I don't know if this shit is permanent but being here is hurting me. I remember telling dig like maybe 7 years ago that I was gonna move out and it was seen as an entire rejection of our relationship and him. Like no you ignorant bitch this place is killing me and I knew it better back then. I had so much more clarity but far less money and I felt like I needed to always placate dig. I mean I still do. He is an infant. But now we're moving towards getting out of here. It only took a decade. And now I can figure out if I hate my life because I'm not living a life I feel belongs to me in a place that fosters my well being or if I'm not living a life that belongs to me with a person who fosters my well being. I gave the sinking feeling it's both but I feel I owe it to him to give him the chance to fuck up our new life together. Cuz it honestly feels like it hasn't started yet.

I think regardless I'll feel better because this house is a fucking hazard. It should be condemned and I kinda want to do an air quality test here just to get an idea of how many carcinogens I'm being exposed to on a daily basis.

After my mom's birthday we took a trip to Buffalo NY (where she's from) and I was really not looking forward to it. I really dislike Buffalo and my mom and her sister ate both overbearing and annoying in ways that not just stress me out but are weirdly triggering. Like we had been there for maybe 10 minutes and my aunt notices my nose ring and says it's not straight and I try to downplay it cuz if I explain why it's crooked I have to explain that it's a taper. But like she won't stfu about it after I try to shut it down twice I just say it's a taper and I'm gauging my septum. My mom starts fucking crying cuz she's found she can manipulate me that way. But bitch I'm fucking 34 can we pls stop acting like you gaf about my wellbeing and just want to continue controlling me?? Like Jesus. So yeah, that was within the first hour of being there so I wasn't confident nor excited for my time there.

And my time there was for the most part pretty uneventful but not entirely uncomfortable. I got to take my super mfkn hot baths which kept my weight down and honestly that's all that matters to me in any given situation. As long as I can starve myself and purge adequately I'm pretty happy. Nevermind I spent much of my time on a couch sitting next to my veggie uncle watching incredibly shitty shows only a boomer could enjoy. He was such a horrible person before the dementia and I'm hard pressed to think that changed him for the better... tho him not talking is definitely an improvement.

Man I'm miserable.

So yeah Buffalo wasn't the worst thing ever. I did spend a fair amount of time around my mom and aunt and realized how absolutely fucking autistic every women on that side of my family is like goddamn. They're all so goddamn weird and not necessarily in a bad way but there are so many things you have to navigate and tiptoe around to keep them happy. And being round that made me feel kinda mfkn bad about myself. Like I know I'm not a person that people feel they need to bend over backwards to make comfortable but it is at the expense of a lot of my own comfort. I think it's a little of the low support need/high masking in me and because I don't particularly care for people I often hit the "why tf am I doing this" wall. I could easily drop this shit, support myself in the ways I need instead of being mentally and emotionally drained by people who always put themselves before me or don't even consider my needs. I could do this by myself. I would be happier by myself. Why am I not by myself?

Idk.

I mean I do but I don't want to think about it.

After Buffalo I went to the city to see Ichigo. It's been a mfkn minute but I love that nigga and I don't think I could ever not have him in my life even though we're so incredibly introverted and low energy we could spend years not talking. Man I love that dude. But yeah, I stayed at his place from the 22nd to the 28th and it was goddamn magical. We went to Providence Park a couple times which was really mfkn dope, ends up he loves nature just as much as me 😭

His partner is a she/they not sure of their gender identity but holy hell can she fuck up some beans and rice. Like goddamn. That first day she made some beans and rice with chickpeas and avocado and istfg I ate and was happy to. I didn't eat a lot but that's the kind of eating that makes me happiest. And they didn't super push me to eat which was really nice. I legit could eat those rice and beans every day, they were so good 🤤 The next morning ichigo made eggs Benedict which was fuckin amazing. I've never poached an egg but now I gotta learn 👀

Their dog is a lil ball of nerves but she did sleep with me on the last few days when everybody had left. Ichigo works with highschoolers and hmmm... I don't have a name for his partner but hm... I really like her, they're super chill and easy to talk to and have a really nice smile... maybeeeee.... yeah no idk.. but I like them. She's a lawyer that works with equality litigation and making sure ppl have access to resources. But erm, I was on my own for Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday which I very much enjoyed far more than I expected. I took the bus to the gym everyday and it was absolutely wonderful. I got so much done and felt so mfkn accomplished. I def lost like 5lbs on my trip. I think I came back at 164~ I gained it all back cuz this place stresses me out but for a shining moment I felt good about myself and my progress and that means a lot to me. It shows me it's possible. It shows me it's not me.

Shitty cuddle interlude~

Dig was upset with me earlier today cuz I said him taking a nap was welcomed because I'm having a rough day. He took it as me not wanting to be around him at all and decided he just would avoid me. He could have just asked me if I wanted to have a chill day but sends me discord messages, I've literally told him I don't always get the notifs and social media messaging has become incredibly stressful for me. But yeah, he assumes I'm super upset with him and I need to be treated like I'll bite his head off if he so much as looks at me. I feel like I'm being gaslit into believing I'm both a bad person and my need for recharge is too much. I didn't say as much but I made it known I wasn't meaning to make him feel a burden and that I'm not a bad person for feeling drained by him and needing a rest. I tried not reveal anything negative I was feeling while setting a clear boundary. I took my bath and he was still outside from when he retreated thinking I was mad. He's outside enjoying the rain. It was a good rain. I go down and he's not doing well. But it's always up to me to put aside how I'm feeling to coddle him so I asked if he was okay with company. I sat with him in silence for a while and think to myself, he definitely wants me yo cuddle him but is that what I want to do. No, no it is not. What will it do for me? Prob be uncomfortable and a lil draining but he won't be a melancholy buzzkill in the coming week which is even more draineding cuz he will repeatedly imply it's my fault. In the long run this momentary discomfort will allow me to avoid future discomfort and future me deserves better. So I ask him if he would like to cuddle, something he's not too good at doing so maybe modeling asking for consent will help him to do it himself. So I cuddle with him and it feels like nothing. But worse than nothing cuz it's something I'm doing completely out of obligation. There is no joy or contentment or even comfort... and why do I have to be the person to ask for shit I don't even want? This is tiring.

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#OnlyOnRadyoBandera: Critical controversy surrounding Crunchyroll Original's 'High Guardian Spice' raises uncertainty for a potential 2nd Season

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TRIGGER WARNING: The following entertainment news article discusses a sensitive and controversial topic related to the original cartoon series 'High Guardian Spice'. We furtherly acknowledge that this piece of content of OneNETtv Channel and OneNETnews may be too distressing to some news readers, and may contain discussions of political hate speech, criticism and homophobia. We strive to present a balanced view of this situation, and we advise readers to exercise caution while engaging with this material. As part of our ZERO-tolerance policy in a news organization, we do NOT endorse, aggressively attacking to offend others, or to promote hate speech or discrimination of any kind. READER's DISCRETION is STRONGLY and HEAVILY ADVISED. Also, read our full disclaimer at the end of this article. Thank you!

BURBANK, CALIFORNIA -- In a serious surprising turn of the events, the original cartoon web series 'High Guardian Spice' on Crunchyroll is facing an uncertain future as discussions surrounding a potential Season 2 have given way to disappointment and controversy.

High Guardian Spice was produced by Crunchyroll Originals in late-October 2021, and was created by a Cuba-American show creator named Mr. Raye Rodriguez, was initially met with a significant amount of excitement upon the announcement.

With its focus on diverse characters and a story centered around 4 young women named Rosemary, Sage, Parsley and Thyme, whose attending a magical school at the High Guardian Academy (HGA), the series aimed to break new grounds in the world of cartoons, since there is no further evidence or independently claimed for the anime genre. However, as Season 1 concluded, it became evident that the show had garnered mixed to severely negative reviews.

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Criticism and negativity surrounding the show intensified, leading to a series of harsh reactions from some viewers, largely citing issues related to the animation quality and storytelling. Online discussions quickly shifted towards accusations of political hate speech and critiques of the series as a "trojan horse" for LGBTQ+ representation. These criticisms led to extreme divisions within the anime community.

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The situation escalated further as High Guardian Spice, faced backlash from some quarters of the anime and cartoon communities. This led to concerns about its future and the potential for a 2nd Season. A vocal group of fans expressed discomfort with the series, feeling it discouraged non-LGBTQ+ viewers for various reasons, including a lot of online allegations of cyber-homophobia.

The actual controversy additionally prolonged to accusations of underbudgeting for both the writers and animation departments, with some claiming that the show's production quality fails to meet the entire project industry standards. The series receiving massive bad interests from a group of people or individual but vocal, with the incorrect marketing for its targeted audience whose labeled it as the "most unfairly maligned anime" on the internet web series as according to The Mary Sue news bureau.

(ART PHOTO COURTESY: Raye Rodriguez via LinkedIn Blog Post / He is now permanently done on Crunchyroll, which potentially moved on to a different streaming animation platform. While Ms. Rosemary grips her sword and tries herself without giving up.)

In light of these saddened developments to Radyo Bandera news team, Crunchyroll remains tight-lipped with regards to the web series' fate of High Guardian Spice. Speculation about a potential 2nd Season met uncertainty, and it is unclear whether it will return, or be permanently cancelled.

As it stands, the divisive nature of 'High Guardian Spice' has also placed its destiny in jeopardy. Whether Crunchyroll picks to address the criticisms, or if the series will make a move to a different animation studio and a different streaming platform, remains to be seen with a good transparency to the public. The controversy surrounding 'High Guardian Spice' poses a question about how far creators and platforms are willing to go in accommodating both their core targeted audience and people with differing viewpoints. Will a potential Season 2 be an opportunity for a redemption, or risk the show's cancellation forever?

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Case and point by default in the world of cartoons instead of anime, 'High Guardian Spice' stands as an interesting case study with a point-of-view, limiting boundaries of what a web series can be represent, the impact of fan discourse, and the weight of a balanced public opinions. Only time will tell for what the future holds on this ambitious web series of Crunchyroll Originals.

High Guardian Spice is available to stream all the episodes, on demand right now on Crunchyroll.

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Who Needs CD, DVD, Blu-ray Duplicators in the Cloud Age?

In the digital-first era of today, where cloud storage and streaming services are the norm, most think optical media has gone the way of the dinosaur. But that isn't anything near reality. CD, DVD, and Blu-ray duplicators continue to be widely employed in many industries, and for valid reasons.

Let's see who is still in need of disc duplication technology, why Blu-ray publishers and disc duplicator makers are still in the game, and how companies are making use of Blu-ray publishers and automated disc printers in 2025.

1. Businesses That Still Rely on Disc Media

Although amateur users might stick to the cloud, professional industries will go for physical media due to its reliability, security, and compatibility.

A. Film & Video Production Studios

Independent filmmakers, wedding videographers, and media production houses use Blu-ray, DVD, and CD authors on a routine basis to generate deliverables of high quality. Clients frequently desire hard-copy versions of movies, documentaries, or highlight reels as souvenirs.

B. Government & Law Enforcement

Government agencies and law enforcement units often store sensitive information on DVDs and Blu-rays. Optical media offers a tamper-free and offline copy that is suitable for long-term storage of legal documents, case files, and video footage.

C. Education & Training Institutions

CD/DVD duplicators are employed by universities, training centers, and e-learning institutions to send course content, lectures, and software to students in remote or disconnected areas where internet connectivity is poor or untrustworthy.

D. Software & IT Companies

Legacy software vendors continue to distribute product demos, installation media, and recovery tools on CD, DVD, and Blu-ray discs. It guarantees the end-user gets a tested and virus-free version of the software.

2. Why Discs Still Matter in 2025

Despite the age of the cloud, optical discs have numerous advantages that cloud-based solutions cannot provide.

Data Permanence

Unlike online servers or hard drives, discs aren't worn down by everyday use and can't be influenced by ransomware, power outages, or hacking.

Offline Access

No internet is necessary. In remote locations or sensitive environments, CDs, DVDs, and Blu-rays deliver content immediately without subscription or downloads.

One-Time Cost

No ongoing fees as with cloud storage. You pay once for the disc, and it lasts forever (if taken care of).

3. The Era of Automatic Disc Printers

Thanks to the latest automated disc printers, it has never been simpler to make professional-quality CDs and DVDs. These devices can print and copy hundreds of discs with complete-colour labelling in a single batch. Today's equipment, like SpeedJet Inkjet CD/DVD/Blu-ray printers or Pro III Monochrome Thermal Printers, delivers quick, smudge-free results, ideal for organizations that require branded discs with logos, barcodes, or legal stamps.

4. Use Case: Archiving for the Future

Since data formats shift every few years, corporations in search of long-term archiving systems rely on Blu-ray disc duplicators. A Blu-ray disc stored correctly will last 25 to 100 years, surpassing the majority of USBs and external hard drives in archive longevity. Libraries, museums, hospitals, and broadcasters continue to use Blu-ray publishers and CD duplicators today to keep their legacy data available decades from now.

5. CD, DVD, Blu-ray Duplicators: A Specialist, But Critical Market

Although not everyone requires physical media anymore, the markets that do can't afford to fail or settle for anything less. That's why they look to dependable solutions such as automated disc printers, Blu-ray DVD CD publishers, and commercial disc duplicators to deliver secure and scalable media output.

Conclusion

So who requires CD, DVD, and Blu-ray duplicators in the cloud era? The reply is straightforward: any organization or business that desires security, permanence, and professional offline media distribution. From filmmakers to forensic investigators, from universities to software engineers, physical media isn't dead; it's just more specialized.

If your company requires high-quality, secure, and high-speed disc publishing, buying a CD, DVD, or Blu-ray duplicator or automated disc printer remains a wise investment in 2025.

Eager to discover the top disc duplicator for your requirements? Check out a variety of CD, DVD, and Blu-ray publishers and printers from market leaders like All Pro Solutions, and achieve professional-level performance with each disc.

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Transforming Wood and MDF with Detailed Engraving and Etching

In today’s competitive market, personalization and branding are key elements that help products stand out. One of the most effective ways to achieve this uniqueness is through wood and MDF engraving and etching services. Whether you're a business owner, designer, or artisan, using engraving techniques on wood or MDF surfaces can enhance the visual appeal, functionality, and market value of your products.

Below, we explore how these services add tangible and aesthetic value to your offerings.

Enhances Brand Identity

Engraving and etching provide an elegant way to incorporate logos, taglines, and design elements directly onto a product or surface. This subtle but impactful branding helps consumers associate quality and craftsmanship with your name.

Example: A wooden signboard with a finely engraved logo leaves a lasting impression and reflects professionalism.

Offers Personalization for Customers

Customers are increasingly drawn to products that feel unique. With wood & MDF engraving and etching services, you can offer customized names, messages, or designs that turn standard items into memorable keepsakes.

Common Uses:

Personalized gifts (nameplates, photo frames)

Custom awards and trophies

Engraved home décor pieces

Improves Product Aesthetics

One of the most noticeable benefits of engraving is the added visual texture and depth it gives to surfaces. Intricate patterns, borders, or artistic designs carved into wood or MDF can make any item more appealing and elegant.

Why it Matters: Visual appeal is often the first thing that attracts a customer. A well-engraved product tends to command attention and a higher price point.

Increases Perceived Value

A simple wooden or MDF product becomes premium when detailed etching or engraving is added. These intricate details suggest a level of craftsmanship and care that mass-produced items often lack.

Impact on Sales: Products that look high-end can justify a higher selling price and attract a more quality-conscious customer base.

Durability of Markings

Unlike printed labels or stickers that fade or peel over time, engravings are permanent. This durability ensures that branding or personalized elements remain intact through the life of the product.

Ideal For:

Industrial tags

Informational signage

Furniture branding

Versatility in Design and Application

Wood & MDF engraving and etching services offer tremendous flexibility. Whether you're working on rustic wooden signage or modern MDF panels, you can engrave nearly any design—from geometric patterns to intricate illustrations.

Applications Include:

Retail and hospitality interior décor

Office nameplates and branding

Art installations and custom panels

Eco-Friendly Choice

Engraving eliminates the need for inks, dyes, or synthetic adhesives, making it a cleaner and more environmentally friendly option. Especially when done on sustainable wood or MDF, it supports a greener product lifecycle.

In Conclusion

Whether you’re aiming to elevate your brand image, create unique customer experiences, or simply enhance the appearance of your products, wood and MDF engraving & etching services offer a valuable solution. Their ability to personalize, beautify, and add longevity to products makes them an excellent investment in today’s quality-driven market.

For expertly crafted and precision-driven engraving solutions, trust Pleasant Carpentry—your reliable partner in custom wood and MDF engraving and etching services.

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