#JACK THE NIPPER

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I love background characters so much (at the point I forget about The Beatles gang)

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Jack the Nipper II: Coconut Capers

(Gremlin Graphics - C64/Spectrum/Amstrad)

UK 1987

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10 novembre … ricordiamo …

10 novembre … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2022: Kevin Conroy, attore e doppiatore statunitense. È noto principalmente per essere stato la voce ufficiale di Batman in vari cartoni animati e nei videogiochi della serie Batman: Arkham. Nel 1980 ebbe un ruolo nella soap opera Destini, e divenne affiliato al Old Globe Theatre di San Diego. Tornò in seguito a partecipare a produzioni televisive, sia con ruoli regolari sia come guest star. Nel…

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Cowpoke

Series/AU: Small Town AU Pairing: Rancher/Homesteader!Jack McBain x Fem!Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: Jack's not the biggest talker to people, but he sure is sweet to animals. Notes: I'm not an equestrian nor a rancher nor a farmer so sorry if any of this is wrong, I tried not to do anything that would be too specific. Thanks to the anon that requested something along these lines 🩵 Writing Masterlist

Jack has never really liked people. The exception historically being his beer league hockey team, his family who now live 2 states away, little kids and Mrs Butcher who brings cookies to the ranch from time to time. More recently you'd made your way onto his list of acceptable humans.

There's a reason Jack doesn't go into town often, a reason he doesn't really date much (not to mention how badly the last woman broke his heart), and a reason he avoids others. He hates small talk, hates making polite conversation to most people. You? You he doesn't mind so much, talking doesn't feel like a chore with you, you let him be quiet when he needs to be and you let him yap when he wants too. The perfect balance in your new, blossoming relations...and then there's the animals.

The chattiest he's ever been is with them. Like he's suddenly found all the words he's been saving up for the past 2 decades. You don't see that side of him, not often around the Ranch and when you are it's usually evening, the animals put away to bed already while Jack makes his dinner.

Today's an exception, you find yourself driving down the dirt track road, pulling up outside the farm house Jack had fixed up with Dylan, the blue painted shutters, the swing he'd built on the porch. Your reasoning? You missed him. You just wanted to see Jack, even if that meant doing chores around the farm on one of the hottest days of the year so far.

"Jack?" When you knock, you don't get an answer, pushing the door open and wandering the halls. It's empty. No Jack, no Dylan. Just a bunch of wild flowers on the kitchen counter in an old jam jar and the barn cat that had stopped being quite so much a barn cat and instead become a housecat, Tractor (named after the tractor in which he was first discovered).

You give the cat a quick rub down until he gets fed up, black mittens batting at you. Taking your queue you make your way back outside and start to wander until you hear that low rumble that is Jack's voice.

"I know, good girl...shhh, c'mon, it'll feel better once i'm done, okay?" His voice rumbles, soft, low, reassuring. More words in one sentence than you've ever heard him speak to someone that wasn't you or one of the guys.

It stops you for a moment, feet stilling, frowning because you're unsure who he could possibly be talking to like that...part of you, the damaged part, the part that's had too many men break your heart jumps to the thought that maybe there's another woman at the ranch. Still, even with that thought, you force your feet forward until you round the barn, finally seeing Jack.

He's absolutely gorgeous in the hot sun, shirt off, broad shoulders bare and sun kissed, work jeans tight across his thighs, boots on as he takes his old horse, Sunny's, hoof between his legs, hoof nippers in hand as he tries to trim them while Sunny tries to shrug him off. The old mare tied to the hitching post to keep her from moving away as she shifts uneasy.

Sunny kicks a back leg out behind her even though Jack isn't anywhere near it to get hit. You lean against a fence post to watch as he balances the nippers on his lap, free hand coming up to stroke along her neck in soothing passes. He pats her neck before reaching for the nippers again.

"Don't be like that, darlin', shhh, just let me trim this hoof for you, you old nag." He's admonishing but still soft as he tells her off for trying to get rid of him, it makes a smile start to form on your face, head tilting as you watch him with soft eyes. Each word makes you melt a little as if he's talking to you and not an ornery old mare. He's still got that stupid moustache across his lips, but the rest of his beard is starting to grow in a little now.

Sunny tries to toss her head at him, nickering as if to tell him to piss off and he just laughs at her low in his throat. The sort of laugh that rumbles out from deep in his chest.

"Yeah, yeah, I don't like trimming my nails either but the old lady doesn't want me scratchin' her so I do it. Sometimes you gotta do things you don't want to, girl." You're not sure if being called an old lady in your 20s is a compliment, but from Jack? From Jack it sounds almost like a proposal, the sort of name that warms you inside like a warm bowl of soup on a winter's day. That he's thinking of you even when there's no reason to.

You watch as he works his way around each of Sunny's hooves, trimming them even as she shifts, even when she tries to kick. Not once does Jack lose his temper, he just speaks low and soft. Soothing her with his words and calling her every sweet name he can think of as if that will make her less irritated with him.

"All done, old thing," He pats her on the rump, tossing the nippers off to the side and reaching in his pocket for her favourite treat, a peppermint. The hard feelings are quickly forgotten as she eats the peppermint, Jack untying her from the post only to have Sunny shove her big head at him searching for more treats.

"Alrigh', alright', you can have one more. But, only one, darlin', can't be giving you too many now." Still you watch as he gives her more than one, 3 more eaten in quick succession before he ushers her off into the pasture with the other horses.

It's like you've seen a whole other Jack. The Jack that talks soft, not just to you, but to animals. The Jack that's patient for the select few. The Jack that for his big size knows how to be gentle. The ache it leaves in your chest is made even worse as his big fluffy cream livestock dog comes barrelling towards him, Dozer, all but tackling Jack.

Jack falls back onto his backside, big dog sat in his lap like he's not 80lbs of muscle and fluff. Nose nuzzling into Jack's cheek with the enthusiasm only a excited dog can provide.

"Shit, Dozer, easy now...Jesus, you're going to take me out and then who'd feed ya?" The overgrown puppy just licks at Jack's face as he tries to push him away, leaning back with a booming laugh as he avoids a kiss to the lips from a dog that recently killed a coyote only 4 nights ago.

"Yeah, yeah, love you too. Go do your job, you soppy thing." Jack shoves Dozer off gently, the big fluff ball, looking over at you and barking once in greeting before running off to patrol his patch. Dozer finally gives you away, Jack looking up and over at you from his place on the ground, face falling into a look of sheepishness like he didn't expect to be caught giving his horse too many treats and letting his livestock guardian dog knock him to the ground.

He's quick to jump to his feet, hands brushing dirt off of his ass and smoothing down his thighs. "Hey, baby..."

"Hey, Jack," You swing yourself up and over the paddock fence, a little slower than Jack would have done, worried about falling flat on your face. Not that you need worry about that when Jack's already there, hands on your hips to support you and make sure you don't slip or fall.

"I didn't realise you were comin' over..."

"I missed you, big guy." You say it because it's true, but also because you don't want to make him more self conscious, not wanting to bring up his chattiness towards the animals. Not wanting him to ever stop it.

Jack flushes bright red from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears, eyes softening, mouth slipping into a smile like he's already forgotten that you caught him with Dozer in his lap.

"Missed you too, sweetheart," The kiss he gives you is so sweet that you melt into it, fingers slipping to his bare shoulders, warm from the sun, your own shoulders relaxing at the taste of him against you.

And like that it's so easy. So easy to not give in to the temptation to tease him. So easy to let sleeping dogs lie, so easy to know that you're with a man that talks to horses like they're sweet old ladies when they try to kick him, that lets his livestock guardian dog be a dog and not a worker even if for a moment.

So, yeah, maybe you could tease him, but a man like Jack? A man that says so few words already? He doesn't need that. He needs to know you accept him as he is without reservation. So instead you just lean into that kiss and hope he can feel every ounce of yearning for him that you hold in your chest, every hope that he never changes, that he doesn't become one of your what ifs.

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Keeping my resolution, here's SOME of my WIPs.

(I am a little behind on reading your lovely WIPs, my friends. I'll catch up over the weekend).

Thank you to @j-nipper-95, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @nausikaaa, @bookishbroadwayandblind, \

@artsyunderstudy, @martsonmars, @prettygoododds, @whatevertheweather, @youarenevertooold, \

@confused-bi-queer, @monbons, @roomwithanopenfire, @noblecorgi, @leithillustration and

@rimeswithpurple for the tags.

From my 2023 COTTA, Snow Fox:

A new voice, one that makes my spine itch, comes from the shadows under the porch. Tarleton. “They can’t have gone far,” he snarls. “Mount up, gather the men. Set off in each cardinal direction and run through the night if you have to. Such a large party would have had to leave a trace!”

Penny’s hand creeps over and squeezes mine as we watch every man jack of them run to gather their things and mount their horses. Within minutes, the Bunce homestead is empty of anyone but us. Tarleton is the last to go, riding his grey gelding towards Charleston harbor and the British base there. Probably to report this latest outrage perpetrated by the Snow Fox.

 From CORB #1, Baby Mine with @argumentativeantitheticalg

He rolls his eyes at me, and then says, “come, help me with dinner. You can start boiling the water for the rice. I’ll chop the vegetables, since I’ve got both hands free.”

It takes some juggling, but I manage to do as Baz asks. Then he takes Abigail and directs me to debone the chicken (probably didn’t want to get his pretty hands dirty) (I don’t mind—I like his hands as they are). 

Abigail watches this all with big eyes and one tiny thumb pressed between her lips. It’s very cute. 

From CORB #2: The Stoves Come On At Night, with @ebbpettier

For the rest of the time I’m not patrolling or sleeping, I’m exploring the house and grounds. I’m doing my best to make myself a home here. With luck, this will be my home for the next several years. 

Winter is coming on fast. I try to ignore the persistent chill in the air during my night patrols. I deal with it by keeping the fire lit in my bedroom and wrapping up warmly before leaving the house. 

If sometimes the chill is more due to the lonely emptiness of the house, I pretend that it’s not.

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@ebbpettier, @argumentativeantitheticalg, 

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WIP Wednesday

thanks for tagging me @alexalexinii @artsyunderstudy @prettygoododds and @blackberrysummerblog!

technically it's the wee hours of thursday, but i just finished the first chapter of my Dracula and War Of The Worlds crossover fic, so here's a little of that from Mina's journal:

After that, we found a cafe where we could enjoy lunch. While the food was delicious, Arthur and Jack were visibly tense throughout our meal.

In private, they are as close as Jonathan and I- in fact, I often forget that they are not married in the eyes of the law or Church. After all, if two men love each other as a man and woman do, why should they not be called a married couple? Arthur believed himself married to Lucy because their blood intermingled, and nobody would dare challenge that notion, so none of us shall speak a word against his and Jack’s relationship either, when they share a home and life.

Meanwhile, in public, they sat apart and stiff. It grieves me to think how frightened they are that if their true feelings were to be discerned, they could be arrested. As if overcompensating for their usual affection, they were short and formal with each other.

Later, when we were back in the cottage, I came across them dozing together in the living room, Jack’s head resting upon Arthur’s chest, and left them to enjoy their moment of peace.

for those who saw my post last week with the goats, here's some more! we've had a few sunny days, but now nothing but rain projected for a week, so i wouldn't expect so many nice photos next wednesday.

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Gangland Legends

Legend, directed by Brian Helgeland, is a gripping biographical crime drama based on the rise and fall of the notorious Kray twins, as depicted in John Pearson’s book The Profession of Violence. The film centers on Reggie and Ronnie Kray, infamous figures in 1960s London’s criminal underworld. With Tom Hardy delivering a remarkable dual performance as both brothers, the movie takes viewers deep into their brutal journey of power, violence, and ultimately, imprisonment.

The story kicks off with Reggie Kray, an ex-boxer turned criminal mastermind, as he secures his brother Ron’s early release from a psychiatric hospital. The twins quickly consolidate their control over London's criminal enterprises, gaining dominance when a rival gang leader from south London is imprisoned. The Krays use intimidation, extortion, and violence to establish their reign, including taking over a local nightclub.

While Reggie attempts to maintain a relationship with Frances, his driver's sister, his promise to leave his life of crime unfulfilled. Frances, believing in a better future, marries him, but as Reggie is jailed for a previous conviction, Ron’s erratic behavior threatens their empire. Ron's mental instability and violent tendencies wreak havoc on their business, scaring away patrons and pushing the nightclub to the brink of closure. Upon Reggie's release, tensions between the brothers lead to an intense fistfight, though they ultimately attempt to reconcile.

As their criminal operations expand, the Krays strike a lucrative deal with Angelo Bruno of the Philadelphia crime family, representing the American Mafia. But Ron’s paranoia and aggression cause chaos. His actions escalate when he murders George Cornell, an associate of a rival gang, bringing unwanted attention from Scotland Yard and opening a full-fledged investigation into the Krays' criminal activities.

Reg’s marriage to Frances unravels as his involvement in crime deepens, and her despair drives her to substance abuse. After a violent outburst where Reg beats her, Frances leaves him. Tragically, she later takes her own life, leaving Reggie guilt-ridden.

The brothers’ empire begins to crumble as internal betrayal arises. Ron hires Jack "the Hat" McVitie to kill Leslie Payne, the legal mind behind their operations, but the attempt fails, prompting Payne to inform Detective Leonard "Nipper" Read about the Krays’ activities. In a climactic moment, Reg brutally stabs McVitie at a party, sealing the brothers' fate.

In the film’s conclusion, both brothers are arrested and convicted of murder. Reggie was sentenced for McVitie’s death, while Ron faced charges for Cornell’s killing. The movie closes with their convictions, and the epilogue reveals that Ron died of a heart attack in 1995, followed by Reggie’s death from cancer in 2000.

Legend is a chilling exploration of the Kray twins' chaotic legacy—famed for their violence and feared for their control over London's dark side.

[obihiro-division]

There was only a few minutes until the end of a certain "Paladin"'s birthday, said "Superhero" was currently getting ready for his nightly patrol around the city in search of criminal scum. As he snapped on his utility belt, there was a knock from the window that made the poor boy jump and whip his said to see...A GIRL?! There was a girl right outside his window! Wasn't he on the second floor?!

As Daiki gawked at the girl who once again knocked on his window, he spranged into action and scrambled to open the window, letting the mysterious girl inside and the blue haired boy could only drop his jaw at the shimmery dragonfly-like wings on her back.

"Whew! Thanks for that! Sorry I didn't drop by earlier, I had some things to take care of for my big sister! I hope I didn't scare you though!" The raven haired girl beamed and presented Daiki a large rectangular present that he didn't even notice that she was holding.

"My name is Aiko, by the way! Sorry I can't stay long but I hope you like it!" The girl, now dubbed as Aiko placed the gift in Daiki's hands before giving a two finger salute and walking back to the open window, Daiki could only watched as she crawled out and flew away into the night.

Dropping onto his bed in shock, the boy numbly opened the gift to find...

...A shimmery silver cloak.

Raising an eyebrow, Daiki grabbed the cloak and walked over to his mirror where he looked at the cloak before shrugging and wrapping it over himself.

Only to scream in shock to see that his entire body except his head disappeared.

Happy Birthday Daiki! 💙

“A witch has cursed me!” Poor Daiki could only screech as he frantically pulled the cloak off his body and onto the ground. The ground where it seemed to disappear into the hardwood floor in a shimmer.

Bloody hell.

Panicking, Daiki scrambled across his floor to retrieve it and place it back into the large box it had come in. Once everything was handled, he needed to sit at the edge of his bed, in silence, just to try and process what had just happened.

“Who was she? She said Aiko…” Daiki started to ponder, “She seemed nice at least.”

Another pause, before Daiki was jumping up and down, completely geeked out. “She had wings though! Wings! And they were really cool?! How come she has wings?! I want wings!”

All the shouting and stomping once again had appeared to catch Jack’s attention, who was at the very same window Aiko had entered and exited. Albeit, he was staying out of sight as to not draw attention. And the poor man was in a different state compared to Daiki… Sharing the same sentiment of disbelief in seeing a winged girl, only stressed. Very, very stressed.

“Winged little nippers? I… I might have my work cut out for myself.”

Thank you for the gift! Don't worry about Jack btw, he is looking like this tho lol (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

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me fala todos os ships de total swap island 😞😞❤️

ta, em ordem ate onde me lembro:

nipald/geripper (Nipper x Gerald)

Nicheal/Mipper (Nipper x Michael)

Mizeck/Zecheal (Micheal x Zeck)

NiZel/Mippeck/Zeppeal (Micheal x Nipper x Zeck)

Alzeck/Zalfonso (Alfonso x Zeck)

Jack/Zemes (Zeck x J.K/James)

Ayeshley/Ashyesha (Ashley x Ayesha)

Rubuki/Fubonnie (Ronnie x Fubuki)

[marzipanandminutiae]

I thiiiiink this is the 1900 Mutoscope "Nipper runs amok!" (with this unnamed Good Boy playing the role of Nipper, the Jack Russel terrier in the famous His Master's Voice painting)

[thenopequeen]

remember how I said I had some idea for newsiecraft!Refuge residents? yeah here's the two children + the single adult who holds the braincell

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Nip/Nipper - she/her - aíma demon - 16

'aíma' means 'blood' in greek, which is exactly what her species of demon is known for: being able to track anything she has tasted the blood of. Their species is also known for cannibalism, but rotten flesh works just fine. Nip ended up in the Refuge after running away from her family, who had rather... medieval ideas what a lady should be like. While she was brought back to her family only weeks after getting brought into the Refuge, she ran away yet again after Sticks got out, this time disguising herself as a boy. This works scarily well.

Sitcks - he/him - plantborn - 20

Plantborn are a rather special species. There are two types of plantborn: specified or broad-ranged. Broad-ranged plantborn cannot create any plants, but know what every plant means, how toxic it is, and anything else about it the second they lay eyes on it. Specified plantborn can create plants, however it is limited to specific groups. This also goes for knowing things about plants automatically. Sticks is a specified plantborn, and specializes in poisonous berries. Sticks is pretty lucky, because plantborn have no visible inhuman features, and as such was able to actually age out of the Refuge without struggle. However the second this happened Nip came by and crashed as his house. He's just accepted it, he basically became the parental figure of everybody at the Refuge anyways.

Patrica - she/they - enderian - 10

Patrica (or Patty, as Crutchie calls them) was brought into the Refuge when she was very, very young, and at the age of 7, had her eyes removed to be sold. Mostly enderians do not survive this, but Patrica did. She's considered the younger sibling of literally everybody at the Rufuge, which she's fine with. She was a only child anyways, and her family wasn't very nice. She is also unable to teleport because she has never eaten chorus fruit, which gives enderians said ability. Despite being fully blind, she has figured out how to work her way around the Refuge without struggle. She does have a fair amount of water burns, but this is due to her being the punching bag to the older kids who misbehave. Most of them are able to take punishments, but Synder knows to use the helpless kid everybody fawns over instead. Cuts a lot deeper.

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Nip and Sticks were bunkmates with Jack the first time he was placed in the Refuge, and this is how they became friends! When Nip was informed her parents would be coming to pick her up, she made a deal with the other two to let her bite them on the wrists, so she'd find them after they all got out.

Nip and Sticks were also the ones who started calling Jack 'Cowboy'. They find it very funny, Jack doesn't.

Patrica was one of the first times that Jack realized how dangerous the Refuge was, because Synder allowed the blinding of a seven year old. Patrica was the first kid Jack took under his wings.

Sadly, these three don't reunite with Jack until after the newsies get to Dogwarts, because there was some... stuff that came up. (read: Nip's family getting in her business, and Patrica getting really sick from lack of chorus fruit). That being said, they track Jack down and then fall back into place of being chaotic siblings to him :>

Wait, ender pearls are their eyes? I thought it was more like actual pearls, irritations in the digestive tract or something. That's why you can sometimes get more than two. Or is it that enderians have actual eyes of ender for eyes?

[ithisatanytime]

(senses.)

honestly it could be anything, did i say something bad about fortnight? its like a bunch of jack russel terriors around my heels with these nippers

[osgoodcomix]

Jack the Nipper II: In Coconut Capers

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HMV's Nipper: il cagnolino de La voce del Padrone

Sebbene in Italia La voce del padrone porti alla mente principalmente il fortunato capolavoro di Franco Battiato, va detto che il musicista siciliano con quel titolo voleva omaggiare uno dei  simboli più internazionalmente noti della musica registrata. His Master’s Voice (La voce del suo padrone) era in origine il titolo di un dipinto che ritrae un cane di razza Jack Russel Terrier di fronte a un…

[aristocratic-otter]

I'm hyped up by the quality of the work y'all are posting, @j-nipper-95, @blackberrysummerblog, @artsyunderstudy, @alleycat0306, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, and @whogaveyoupermission. And @ionlydrinkhotwater, I'm so excited for the dark AU!

As for me, it feels like I'm posting things constantly lately, but it's just a confluence of several events I've been working towards hitting their deadline and several long term WIPs somehow finishing around the same time. I promise it won't be like this for long. But I've still got, lol, two projects posting in the next seven days. Below are some snips of what I've been working on lately.

From my Age of Sail Au:

Baz

Being on a truce with Snow is harder than I thought it would be. For one, I have to constantly fight my father’s voice in my head. The voice that would say, when I wistfully watched some street urchins playing ball or jacks or other tomfoolery, “Basil, you are going to be a lord. You must not lower yourself by associating with such riffraff.”

I was a lonely kid. Our estate was miles from the nearest family my father considered elevated enough for me to associate with. But kids were all around me–the children of the maids and gardeners, children of the townsfolk when my father drove us through town. And they always seemed so happy. 

Sometimes I hated them for it. 

From my first day on this ship, Simon Snow seemed like another such street rat. Or maybe ship rat would be more fitting. Even though he worked like a full-grown man, he was always full of smiles and laughter. He’d joke with the crew and smile in adoration at that arsehole cook. 

And he’d stare at me, scowling, anywhere I went. 

I hated him. 

From the upcoming chapter of the Naked Next,

Penny

Baz has been trying to run engineering protocols from the bridge for the last fifteen minutes, and I don’t like the expression on his face. His scowl tells me that the news is not good. 

“Progress, Lieutenant? I say. 

“I’m afraid, Captain, that we’ve been locked out of everything. I can at least confirm that McNeil is the only crew member in engineering; there’s only one life sign in there.” The only evidence of his alarm is the tightness of his voice, but for Baz Grimm-Pitch, that’s practically a screaming fit. 

“Maybe he’s not too far gone to be reasoned with,” I say, thinking aloud. I tap my comm badge. “Mr. McNeill, come in please.”

“I’ll come in, Captain,” the voice that comes through is sly and insinuating. “I’ll come in whenever and wherever you want, babe.”

I clench my fists as I fight to keep my voice even. “Mr. McNeill. I can’t come in. You’ve got the doors to engineering locked.”

There’s near silence for a moment, though I think I hear humming. Then McNeil’s voice returns, but this time, he’s singing. “Oh, I’m the king of the ship here, sir, I’m the king of the fleet, I’m a jolly fellow, sir, as fine as you’ll ever meet.”

Lieutenant Murray winces at the off-key serenade. “At least he can still rhyme,” I hear him mutter to Ensign Elspeth. 

From my COBB (Posting on the 8th!)

Penny

I swear, Simon’s gone round the twist. He’s not been talking about Baz since the Normal started joining us at mealtimes. Instead he just stares and twitches and his magic stinks up the room. 

Maybe he needed to talk about Baz. Maybe the act of talking about Baz let off enough steam that it kept Simon from exploding, like a release valve on a boiler.

Ok, it's late and I'm tired, so I won't add more or tag anyone. Have a good day, y'all!

[nesdraug]

Jack The Nipper from The Beatles Adventures in Pepperland Super Mario Bros 2 hack