#MAG City Parks

[shaankaz]

MAG City Parks Villas  Mohammed Bin Rashid City (MBR) District 7

MAG City Parks is a new launched luxury residential Townhouses Villa property located at Mohammed Bin Rashid City (MBR) District 7, Al Merkadh Meydan – Dubai UAE. Central Park Project offers 4 bedroom twinhouses of sizes starting from 497.40 Sq.m /  5353.60 Sq.ft, with best in class amenities and furnishings. The Builtup area of 5 BHK City Central Parks Villa starts at – 803.47 Sq.m / 8649.30 Sq.ft. Mag City Park Sale offer Price of 4 BHK Town House starts at AED-8,588,000 onwards. The Plot Area of 4 & 5 Bedroom Residences ranges between 2583.34 Sq.ft to 9509.9 Sq.ft, and most of the townvillas comes with private swimming pool and Elevators.

https://sales-office-dubai.com/mag-city-central-parks-townhouses-meydan-mbr-city-dubai/

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Soft & Starry like White Lilacs (on Instagram) by Marisa Renee

a sweet lil 35mm frame from last May's shot of the day challenge to celebrate springtime 🤍🌿 📷: Pratika FX2 🎞: Kodak Ektar 100

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MAG CITY CENTRAL PARKS TOWNHOUSES MBR CITY DUBAI UAE

MAG City Parks is a new launched luxury residential Townhouses Villa property located at Mohammed Bin Rashid City (MBR) District 7, Al Merkadh Meydan – Dubai UAE. Central Park Project offers 4 bedroom twinhouses of sizes starting from 497.40 Sq.m /  5353.60 Sq.ft, with best in class amenities and furnishings. The Builtup area of 5 BHK City Central Parks Villa starts at – 803.47 Sq.m / 8649.30 Sq.ft. Mag City Park Sale offer Price of 4 BHK Town House starts at AED-8,588,000 onwards. The Plot Area of 4 & 5 Bedroom Residences ranges between 2583.34 Sq.ft to 9509.9 Sq.ft, and most of the townvillas comes with private swimming pool and Elevators.

At MAG City Central Parks the Twin villa structure comprises of Ground+3 Floors that comes with, 2 Carpark for 4 Bedroom Rowhouses, Outdoor Pool, Terrace with seating area and roof deck. This is an off plan under construction Townhouses project from MAG Properties and is expected to be completed by Q4-2024. City Parks from MAG Real Estate development offers attractive pricing for investment with amazing ROI (Return on Investment) for investors and buyers, hence making it one of the most sought after villa property for sale in MBR City Meydan Dubai. Investors are offered with 40/60 Payment Plan options in which the Booking amount deposit is 15% plus 4% DLD Charges and balance to be paid in installments. The project is well connected to major attractions address of Dubai such as Downtown Dubai, Business Bay and Dubai Design District.

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Madagascar in Nickelodeon Magazine (part 1 of 4)

Madagascar was first featured in Nick Mag in the June/July 2005 issue, shortly after the film's May 2005 release.

Here we have the cover of the magazine, featuring Alex, Gloria and the Penguins

Next we have an ad for the tie-in video game

Finally we have a two-page spread featuring an interview with the main cast. Full transcription of the interview under the read more!

We talked to the stars of the new animated movie Madagascar. The film is about some animals from New York City's Central Park Zoo who suddenly find themselves stranded in the wilds of Madagascar, an island of the coast of southern Africa.

On-screen best friends and real-life pals Ben Stiller (near right, who plays Alex the lion) and Chris Rock (far right, who plays Marty the zebra) talked to us about their characters.

Nickelodeon Magazine: What is your character like? Ben Stiller: Alex is sort of the king of the Central Park Zoo. He enjoys being the main attraction and would be happy for things to always stay the same. Chris Rock: Marty is the adventurer of the group. He's not content in the zoo. He's the guy who asks, "What more could we be doing with ourselves?"

Nick Mag: Are you at all like your character? Ben: A little bit. [Like Alex,] I'm a New Yorker and a creature of habit. I like the comforts of home. And Alex is sort of an actor. He's a performer who has the self-delusional, self-involved thing that I think every actor can identify with. Chris: [Like Marty,] I always wanted to get away from where I grew up.

Nick Mag: What was the hardest thing about recording your lines? Ben: The time frame was crazy. It was like, "Wow, we're still doing this? They were serious about [this taking] four years?" At one point, I felt like all I ever said was "Marty!" Literally, for years. Chris: "Am I white with black stripes or black with white stripes?" How many times did I say that?

Nick Mag: Do you ever feel caged up, like you're in a zoo? Ben: Sometimes, when you're not happy on a movie set, it can be like that. Chris: Yeah, movies can be like that. Ben: I remember doing a movie once where, on the first day of rehearsals, I realized, "Uh-oh, this is not good." And I had four months to go.

Nick Mag: Did you do research for your role? Ben: I ate a bowl of Frosted Flakes because of Tony the Tiger, and then I realized I was playing a lion and that I was really off.

Nick Mag: Favorite movie snack? Ben: I'm a big M&M's guy—peanut or plain. Chris: Popcorn and Raisinettes, but I wish they served banana cream pie!

We got the skinny on Jada Pinkett Smith's big character, Gloria the hippo.

Nickelodeon Magazine: What is your character like? Jada Pinkett Smith: She's like the mother of the gang. She wants to make sure that everybody is happy and taken care of.

Nick Mag: Are you anything like her? Jada: I have a real loyalty to my friends, just like Gloria does.

Nick Mag: Was the recording process hard? Jada: It was pretty challenging. You have to be really patient. You don't have the other actors there, there are no props, and you don't know what the scene looks like. It's just you and some paper with words on it.

Nick Mag: Do you have any pets? Jada: I have three dogs and a cat. And I'm about to get three more dogs!

Nick Mag: Do you like the outdoors? Jada: You have to be very cautious, but I love the wild. My intention for the next couple of years is to do more camping and go whitewater rafting in the Grand Canyon.

Nick Mag: Are you freaked out by nature at all? Jada: Not at all. Insects are the only things that kind of freak me out, but I can get used to them.

Nick Mag: Favorite movie snack? Jada: I usually do a mixture of popcorn and Goobers. Now I want some!

David Schwimmer talked to us about his character, Melman the giraffe.

Nickelodeon Magazine: What is your character like? David Schwimmer: Melman is a hypochondriac. he's afraid of almost everything and needs a lot of attention.

Nick Mag: Are you at all like him? David: I'm the opposite. My character couldn't be happier having bars around him so that nothing can get in. Personally, I'd go crazy. I'm low maintenance. I like not having a routine. Also [unlike Melman], I have to be forced to go to the doctor.

Nick Mag: What other kind of animal would you like to play? David: A black panther. There's something powerful and mysterious about it. It's got those green eyes and the sleek black coat. It would also be fun to be a water creature, like a dolphin. [Zelda the roving reporter: You're already a good Schwimmer.]

Nick Mag: Do you ever feel like you're in a zoo? David: I waited tables for seven years at restaurants where I felt like that. I also had a crummy job working in a tiny room in the business center of a hotel in Chicago in a suit and tie from six AM to six PM.

Nick Mag: Do you have any pets? David: I don't. I travel too much. But I had many animals growing up—dogs, a lizard, turtles. I love turtles. Their only protection is hiding—I love that about turtles.

Nick Mag: Favorite movie snack? David: There's no substitute for good, fresh popcorn.

[saltylandland]

Bro where is this brain rot for Eddie munson emerging from? I just wanna hangout in his van in a most empty parking lot from a nearby city that Eddie drove too, to see a concert. But then the rain got so heavy we decided to shack up in the parking lot for a bit and chill and listen to the thunder.

Then Eddie pulls out a blunt and I ask to take a hit (or two) and then he playfully accuses me of only being friends with him for his weed and I shoot back how often he looks down my shirt and how his hands will sometimes ’slip’ like I don’t notice that shit… then we start to bicker and it somehow ends with me going ‘you want to kiss me so bad’ jokingly but then he does it immediately like I gave permission and he chases my lips when I eventually pull away.

And then,,, then he breathlessly asks if he can ‘just try something’ barely listening to me as I tell him yes anyway, as he pushes me to lay on the floor of the van as he kisses down my body as he tries to eat me out,, like he’s so clumsy with it bc outta all the different porn mags he’s seen only a handful actually have someone going down on a girl 🥹 but but he gets better at it as he learns just how much he loves being between your legs

And now you indirectly created a monster as he just won’t stop at mouthing at your clit and fingering you until you cum against his lips and then some.

OR

After getting high you talk about intimate details and now oop suddenly your unbuckling his belt.

Oop he only begged you for a handjob but now your tracing the veins on his dick with your tongue.

And by god he is loud. He’s loud in general, but he keens and moans like a bitch in heat at the slightest touch. He’s heaving as you slowly take him in your mouth, his hand grasping at the roots of your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp as if his life depended on it.

You can tell that he’s close cuz he bows over you, his hand in your hair keeping you in place as his hips rock stilted and in small circles. His dick throbs in the back of your throat but the sounds he makes are worth it. He would never force you to swallow his cum, he quickly pulls you off as soon as he regains himself again. But if you do, make sure that he watches, you’d think that he’d pass out from how fast he gets a new stiffy.

Like, just listening to the rock radio station play as Eddie humps you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. It’s gross and stuffy in the van, the windows fogging up and the still constant rain helping nothing with the humidity.

Our pretty boy Eddie has all the energy in the world, pushing himself past his limits to watch your face scrunch up with another orgasm, to cum on you again and again, something his fantasies could never do you justice in.

He’s been dreaming of fucking you for forever now, all his wet dreams cantered around you. He’s not entirely convinced that this isn’t a dream so by god will he make this ‘dream’ worth it.

[funtheysaid]

IWTV 2x02 Initial Thoughts (Stream Of Consciousness)

- ooh the title card changed! I’ve been wanting to see the Eiffel Tower as a “fang” since season two was announced. WE IN PARIS BABY!

- ayooo three-way (interview) incoming

- Daniel’s “Paris sucks” aka “Paris is where my ex-bf is from and he sucks (dick), but not mine anymore, and no, I’m not bitter abt that, his city just fucking stinks (literally)”

- not two minutes in and Devil’s Minion is already flirting bickering

- ALICE MENTION alice!armand truthers are gon love that shit i just know

- “I’ll tell you what a woman is” That’s my sapphic-coded queen!!! 🕯️ pls S2 give me claudeleine 🕯️

- “Gauche” well, yes.

- Loumand: 🥰🥰 Daniel: 🙄 he‘s so second-hand embarrassed for them I can’t

- I mean, it’s crazy. What? We finish each other’s- I WAS WITH HIM FOR LONGER THAN LESTAT WAS WITH HIM WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN DANIEL PUT IT ON RECORD WEVE BEEN FUCKING FOR LIKE DOUBLE THE TIME …that’s what i…was….gonna say?

- Louis would be that faux-intellectual hipster who has his own darkroom full of overexposed and blurry, unfocused photos that are his “art” bc he took them on film (affectionate)

- Not claudia calling him out on it in the next scene “let me think I’m deeper than I am” okay honey you do you

- “She’s miserable but she doesn’t want to fuck with your too delusional left bank dilettante vibes” ahh the narrative foils are foiling, I see

- The show: Alice was pregnant, My dumb ass: OMEGAVERSE DEVILS MINION !?!?

- “joyfully joyless” MOOD.

- Claudia looking at Madeleine like “I don’t know if I want to be her or be with her” Dw babe it’s a rite of passage for all of us you’ll figure it out

- “Your French is ugly” 🥹👉👈 weally?

- “the dress for my body” LOOK I know what she meant, but I can’t help it that my mind is perverted

- LMFAO NOT GLORYHOLE PARK

- okay why Loumand playing with my heart “I will never harm you. And I never have” wtf wtf wtf

-Oh no the ole business card trick! we all know that’s Louis’ kryptonite he loves a man with credentials

- i like girls, but why is santiago kinda…

- Woah the Annika scene was really hard to watch which I think was the point but goddamn idk if I’ll be able to rewatch that part

- Estelle is my self-insert. I’m claiming her.

- “You both fucked Lestat!?!” HOW DID THEY KNOW WE WANTED HIM TO SAY THAT!?

- “He tasted of vermouth and annihilation” We both know you have no earthly idea what that man tastes like, Armand. Be so fucking fr right now.

- Did Armand just casually drop that he had a threesome with a father and son? I’m sorry, sir????

- “Now I know what two blood fat cocks slapping hands feel like” When I tell you my spirit left my body

- oh shit here we go. I’m a caged animal and it’s time for my weekly enrichment. give me my loustat.

- there’s a letter !?!? Wait wait I wasn’t ready for something like this wait stop stop please

- “all my love belongs to you. you are its keeper” just take me out back and shoot me at this point

- “it is a thin veil” fucking fuck why was that so romantic??

- the blood tears welling up in Lestat’s eyes I’m-

- “Rebound of my life” and in that moment, he spoke for the people

- WHAT IS HAPPENING???? Jesus Christ, they were talking about Alice and then it cuts to FUCKING ARMAND!?! This is not a drill. Everyone to your stations, this is not a drill.

- “You sold your Dad’s playboy magazines at recess” Hmmm? You’re telling me a “straight” teenage boy sold porno mags instead of keeping them for himself??? Yeah, I call gay on that one

- “she wanted to say yes” you motherfuckers.

- Oh shit Louis is pissy tonight rawr kitty got claws

- Devils minion girlies are thriving, skin glowing, hair silky, breath minty, pillow cold, stomach full, dreams sweet, and by Jove, we fucking deserve it !!!!

- daniel’s shaky “um- gulp” …….guys this is gonna sound crazy but i think there might actually be a god

- ooh the camera/photography being like a divide or barrier between Louis and his present situation. Like he wants to capture the moments, but only as if an onlooker and not a participant… interesting!

- “Who?” will never not be funny

- “Mon ami” in the same episode as “Mon Cher” FUCK ME GENTLY WITH A CHAINSAW

- “Armand for you” nah nah nah i changed my mind, you can do like Leatherface and shove that chainsaw in rough and hard

- Close up on Louis’ conflicted face, fire blazing behind him…. That’s not foreboding in any way. I’m sure they’ll all live happily ever after from now on :D

What a ride! Until next week! 🧛‍♂️🩸

[arkturusz]

@cult-of-the-eye here it is, hope you like it :3

MAG[REDACTED] - Blood in the Machine

Anonymous statement, regarding the statement maker's purchase and use of a strange desktop computer. Original statement given 4th of February 2024, recording by Arcturus Walker, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, Budapest. Put to tape on the 21st of March 2024. Statement begins:

I don't want to go into details as to why I came to make this decision. It was an offer too good to be true, just what a struggling university student needed: a cheap PC with great specs and with only 2 years of usage. I know how some sellers put enticing prices on Facebook Marketplace just to drop the real deal in later messages, but that wasn't the case. The owner got his hands on "something better" and saw no use in keeping this one around so he asked for the bare minimum that would still be a deal to him.

I went to pick up the desktop, it was a city away so I drove there. It was a bit weird how creeping closer to the destination all we had were dirt roads. I live in the suburbs, I know not all city councils pay it enough attention, but these weren't those dusty solid roads. These were muddy, the tracks barely visible and overgrown with grass. No, not grass, something more- vibrant.

The roads branched off a few hundred meters from my destination, only one going in its general direction so I followed it. I reached a house, no buildings in its neighborhood, crop fields on one side, a small forest on the other, the kind that always seems way more moist than the weather would allow it and always has that smell of thick mud and insects. I could only *enjoy* that for a moment before I got hit with something else, something fleshier. It was a stench that burnt into my nostrils. I try not to judge a house by the smell, my parents were chainsmokers and I've always been more ashamed to bring friends home than it seemed they were bothered by the odor. Assuming I just met a butcher, or really just someone that keeps their own livestock I headed inside.

It felt like a hallucination, it really did. I stepped into a corridor, my lungs full of the dull yet powerful stench that covered everything. My brain felt foggy and with a headache that felt like pressure on my skull I continued inside. I was hoping to pick up the computer and get going right away, and I did my best to accomplish just that. I lifted the PC which was rather heavy and hurried back the way I came when something caught my attention. As I was putting my shoes on my brain alerted me of movement. From all around. The walls seemed to have this rhythmic pulse to them. If I wasn't at the doorstep I would've fainted, that's for sure, but I made it out to my car, telling myself it's the headache getting to me.

The drive back was nothing out of the ordinary, but that foul smell just wouldn't leave my nose. I parked, opened my boot and to no surprise the aroma oozed out of the case like a thick invisible fog, bringing back that numbing pressure that I felt earlier. I grabbed all the cleaning chemicals and similar that I could find lying around, giving it a thorough rub on the outside. I pride myself on my expertise in software, but the hardware always confused me and I never bothered to learn it. Thus I did not want to open it up, which proved to be a grave mistake.

For 6 months straight there seemed to have been no problem with the PC. It worked as intended, was just as fast as I expected and the smell was only noticeable if you got up close to sniff the case. Which I didn't. But two days ago I didn't need to either. I woke up to a strange smell. It wasn't as strong or numbing as the one I felt at the house but it certainly wasn't pleasant. We had maintenance that night, we were notified that from 10pm we should be expecting a blackout. I didn't mind, but it seemed that whatever was in my computer did not like it. I decided to give it another round of cleaning once I was done with my cup of coffee. I dressed up and went to pull out the cables on the back, but they were a lot harder to unplug than I remembered. I ripped out the one which was most limiting length-wise and I pulled the rest of the case out from under my desk. As I saw the back of the PC I had to stop myself from throwing up.

Now I'm not afraid of gore, I grew up in a generation (and the subcultures) that made it such a commonplace it's usually unamusing. On screen, at least. But I didn't expect to come face to face with a chunk of skin stretching across where my plugs should have been. The cable I ripped out laid on the floor, a dark red liquid dripping from it, staining my carpet. Same thing could be found on the back of the case. Turns out the cable wasn't just stuck, it was *integrated* into the fleshy mess that shouldn't have been there.

That's when I got a screwdriver and ripped the case open. It seemed like the only logical way to deal with whatever infested my computer and I didn't know what else I could do. The case came away like a sticker, the inside melted to a wall of human-like skin, peeling away it left a residue of perspiration on the plastic.

The flesh monster's skin seemed to have formed a block, covering its insides from all angles, pressing against the vents and pushing out through the outlets. The cord I ripped had left a nasty hole that started to scar up, but I wanted to see what I was up against and I *didn't let it*. I scraped away the scar tissue with the screwdriver and pushed it through the wound, detaching the vein that supplied my cable from the wall of skin. The case still hugging it from the outside cast a shadow that made it hard for me to see in, so I turned on my flashlight, stretching at the hole with my tool, trying to take a peek.

I saw veins running across the surface, the inside was humid and *warm*, at least warmer than room temperature but it wasn't the heat of a working human body. It was starting to cool. In the middle of the case I saw something heavy, a huge knot in the middle of the circulatory system which kept beating in a steady rhythm. It was slow, the pulse was invisible from the outside, yet it kept pushing blood through the opening, trying to close it up, but the scarring slowed down significantly from when I first ripped that cable out. It ran on electricity, it had to have been the case, the inside had a greenish tone from what I could make out, meaning that during the blackout it started rotting. The system that somehow ran like a normal computer for months started to decay, which reminded me of the smell my brain ignored from my initial shock that once again sat heavy in my lungs.

I did not reconnect it but I didn't know what to do with it either. Who would have I called? I scoured the internet to find your institute, and I left my PC to you. Past making this statement I wish not to associate myself with this case any longer.

Statement ends. First thing after reading this statement I went down to artifact storage to ask about this curio. Turns out whoever left it to us delivered it too late, the "heart" was not beating and the thing once stretched against the walls of it's case now sat collapsed and rotten in the organic section, making any other follow-up almost impossible. Looking for the flesh house also yielded no results, meaning I will put this case to rest as-is. What does keep me wondering are the intentions of the seller. Why would an avatar of the Flesh sell a piece of itself to an unsuspecting individual? There was no mention of the *flesh block* attempting to leave its case meaning there was no intention of spreading the system either. Maybe they didn't intend the buyer to possess it for so long, maybe they tried to alert us of their vicinity. But they failed. They left us with a cold trail. *sigh* Recording ends

This is episode one of my series I call MAGREDACTED, here are all the episodes out now:

The Vast The Stranger The Dark

New episodes will be posted over on @archivus !

[azerothx]

Outlaws: *Get away in truck full of stolen dust* So long, suckers!

Yang: *trying to propell herself with Ember Celica, met with clicks of empty mags* Dang, I'm outta ammo. Oh I wish I still had that hover bike... *notices a police bike parked next to her* eh, this'll have to do. Sorry, I'll have to borrow this!

*As Yang jumps onto the bike, a police officer notices it*

PO: Hey! That's city property!

Yang: So? I'm a tax-payer!

*drives off to chase the bad guys*

[hancocksbestgirl]

The Raider and the Bear, Part 2/3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary:

After losing control and finally admitting to himself that he has growing feelings for his new Overboss, Porter Gage is struggling to restore the professional balance of their relationship - mostly so he doesn't destroy everything he's built for himself so far.

But as they continue to work together, he can't quite seem to forget how badly he wants her.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/M

Fandom: Fallout 4

Word Count: This chapter, 6k. Entire work, 22k.

Relationships: Porter Gage/Female Nuka-World Overboss, Overboss Colter & Porter Gage

Characters: Porter Gage, Original Fallout 4 Character(s), Female Nuka-World Overboss (Fallout), Mason (Fallout 4), Overboss Colter (Fallout)

Additional Tags and Warnings Under the Cut.

NOTE: The tags on this fic have recently changed!!! There were some things I missed tagging on chapter one that apply to the work as a whole. Those have been updated there AND added here. Please reread the tags under the cut to be certain that the work is still in keeping with the type of thing you want to be reading!

Updated Tags and Warnings:

Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Not Canon Compliant, Brief Mention of Past Abuse, Brief Mention of Past Harassment, Brief Mention of Animal Cruelty, Post-Apocalypse, Alternate History, Romance, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Awkwardness, Awkward Conversations, Awkward Crush, Raiders (Fallout), Nuka-World Amusement Park (Fallout), Fallout 4: Nuka-World DLC, Hurt, Morally Ambiguous Character, Original Character(s), Coworkers to Lovers, Love Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Service Kink, Panty Kink, Cussing, Submission, Non-Sexual Submission, Injury, Secret Crush, Masturbation, Fantasizing, Face-Sitting, P in V Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Frottage

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The Brotherhood of Steel had gotten in the way of one of the Operators various little schemes.

The broad strokes of these things were always the same: the Operators had happened upon some good loot, caps, guns, whatever… and then someone, the Minutemen, the Brotherhood of Steel, Diamond City Security, went and fucked it up for them. The Operators would send a runner with the bad news, and then Mags Black would come slinking out of the shadows of The Parlor, requesting help from the Overboss.

Gage was tired of the whole thing, perhaps more so than usual. He believed the gangs needed to keep control of as much loot as they could, but the Operators were wearing him out with their constant requests for backup.

After the cart had hit him, as expected, his hip had exploded in a riot of colorful bruising. First it turned a deep greenish black, which had eventually given way to a purple and red sunset, which had eventually lightened to green and yellow fields of pain. It had swollen, keeping him off his feet for a few days, then receded, allowing him to walk once more.

The Overboss had been nice enough about it, by her standards anyway. She hadn’t said much, only asking after it once when he’d emerged from his forced rest, but she had allowed him to while away a few days in his backroom without any harsh comments whatsoever. 

The morning after the incident with her underwear, battling his own stiffening hip, Gage had limped to the sink to guiltily wash them, then hung them up in his room to dry. He’d only returned them to the clothes basket once he was back on his feet, though. 

So while they dried, he’d been laid up on his stomach with a pillow under his pelvis. Staring at them.

He just couldn’t help but spare glance after glance at the now-clean underwear hanging from the corner of a box as he rested. He’d been distinctly aware of being in two types of pain: each time he looked at the panties, his heart would constrict in his chest as he remembered what he’d done, and his aching hip would tense in reply.

The break from the Overboss, paging through a few crumpled issues of Guns and Bullets but not really reading the words, had otherwise done him some good. By the time the bruise calmed, the panties were returned, and he was comfortable walking long distances once more; he at least felt some semblance of control over the way he thought about her.

It helped that the Overboss had gone back to her cold, offputting self. She was mostly silent once more, decked out in the bearhead at all times, fully covered by her clothes again.

Now, they found themselves trudging through mud near Jamaica Plain, scouting for the team they were supposed to meet up with. If the high level Vertibird flying over was anything to go by, they were definitely close to the point where they’d meet up. 

They were a long way from Nuka World, about half a day’s walk from the transit station, and already Gage was looking forward to unrolling a bedroll and passing out somewhere. He didn’t sleep well out in the field, but he also didn’t sleep that well at Fizztop either. Getting off his feet though, that was sure becoming more of a priority than it had been in his youth.

Maybe about a half mile ahead, Gage could see the telltale cluster of Operators, looking like a bunch of highly conspicuous, fancily dressed assholes.

God, he was tired.

At the very least, it seemed that Mags Black running to the Overboss for help was a reasonable request this time. No sooner had they approached the Operator team, hellfire had begun to rain down on them.

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[samkat10423]

Veronaville - sort of

Well, I just got back from a trip to New Orleans and was playing in Twinbrook, but then I saw something online about Veronaville, and figured "Why not?" Now, when I played the Sims 2, I mostly hung out in Pleasantview, with the occasional excursion into Strangetown. Never really did much with Veronaville, because to be truthful I didn't really care for the builds there. So, I am NOT a hardcore Veronaville player. Which is why, I plan on changing things. A lot.

Anyway, there are - to my knowledge - currently 2 versions of Veronaville for the Sims 3, and my personal favorite is the one done by danjaley. Mostly because she has a centralized downtown. She does warn you that hers is a "beta" version, created a long time ago, and that you may have issues.

So, I had planned to steal some lots from Monte Vista to use in this town, but they were all too big. But no matter. I just started editing the ones she had - mostly because I wanted to update the town to use later ep lots. But there wasn't a lot of space. So, what to do.

Today, I decided that since she had used an edited version of Riverview for her town, I'd just open Riverview and plunk her lots down in it - after I got the routing fixes from Mod the Sims. And that's what I did. It took me a week to come to that decision, but oh well.

This first lot is called Pentameter Parkway. In her town, it's on a much smaller lot, so I made a few tiny changes to her build. In my town, I placed it where the military rabbithole was - a 44x44 lot. (That lot I put out where that crazy Cottneye sim has his bunker). The front of the lot is basically the same as she built it.

But in the back of the lot, I placed a small, soccer field. I also widened the main building a tad and added some windows to this side. I think her original lot came to where that crosswalk is on the road.

In her description, she says that this is "a good place for sims to get groceries and mags," so on the one end, I made it into a comic book store. None of this stuff was available when she created her town. Plus, I use CC in my game. Lots of CC.

In the center of the build, I made a tiny grocery store. I thought about placing the rabbithole rug here, but she also created the Veronaville Market, where she placed the grocery RH. So, this store just has the general store register.

Then on the end, I got rid of the bathrooms - I put them into that separate building you see in the 1st picture - and instead, made this into a tiny Asian cafe. I got most of the foods from Sandy over on Around the Sims 3. And viola! One lot finished! Go, me!

Then I went into the island part of town.

This is the bistro lot she created. I did flip the build - mostly because I wanted it to face the street that runs past the city hall. And when I was reconfiguring it a bit, I decided to add that one parking space for the current owner - Antonio Monty. She called it Ristorante Montecci - named after the family who created it. But I figured they all died out and Antonio bought it. If you read his bio, he's having problems keeping it afloat. Sucks to be him.

I also placed a few more lots. But I'll show them to you later. I do want to thank danjaley for all her lovely builds And her commentary on the different lots. A lady after my own heart! She did an amazing job on all of this. I prefer her street and sidewalk surfaces and that she didn't clutter the town with a bunch of streetlights. I had replaced the lights with that one from Monte Vista, but when I switched worlds, I had to delete them. Oh well.

[yourlocalwheeliebin]

Driving Home to Bucky After A Long Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Gender Neutral) Reader 

Word Count: 1.3k

TW: None 

AN: Just a short but sweet one shot about our favorite boy. This has sat in my google docs for a ass time so I hope you all enjoy! Okay, mags out!

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It’s been a long day. Too long for it to only be a Wednesday. You're having to work late because one of your colleagues fucked up some paperwork after a mission that you now need to fix. Your boss is nice enough to ask if you need dinner orders but you tell them no and you'll eat when you get home. “Fucking Sara, how do you screw up a goddamn injury form this badly” you groan, filling out anther claim made by our colleague. 

Finally, after around 3 hours past your usual shift, you're able to leave for Buck's. You look out the window and the rain has only gotten heavier on the cold November night. It’s pitch black out apart from city lights and cars that drove past. You shut down your computer, grab your coat and start to head out. In the lift, you message Bucky letting him know you're finally on the way home. It's almost 8pm. 

You run to your car, holding your jacket over your head to not get too wet. You sit there for a few minutes to let out a deep sigh and release some stress that you'd been holding. Starting up your car, you turn on the heating and connect your phone up to the Bluetooth. Songs that remind you of Bucky start to play, a feeling of ease finally washes over you as you pull out of the parking lot. 

Traffic in Brooklyn is brutal, the journey home taking far longer than you'd like it to. The lights of other cars slowly strained your tired eyes. The yells and noise of the city deafened by the music playing through the speaker. Your clothes and hair slowly dry as you drive, wondering how much longer the journey will take.

Pulling up to Bucky's apartment, you turn off the car and lie back on the seat for a second. Almost steadying the tiredness and stress from the day before you venture into the apartment complex. The area isn't the nicest but it's near where he grew up. A rough blue eyed boy from Brooklyn who deserved the world waiting for you to come home to him. Mentally cursing how many stairs you'll have to climb since the lift is out of order. 

Entering the building, the dusty smell of the cold building is a stark contrast to the cold November air outside. The climb up the stairs felt like an eternity, the walls getting progressively dirtier as you climb each flight. Standing outside the door of Buck’s apartment at last, you slowly open the door to the dimly lit home. 

Bucky's apartment wasn't much. He rented it when it was just himself living there, not taking into account meeting you or the fact he deserved more than just four dingy walls. Parts of you linger in each room, a daily reminder that you’re real and not just part of some sick dream. That you're really with him, not planning to leave any time soon. 

From the toothbrush in the bathroom; to the extra blankets and cushions you bought for the living room so the leather of the beat up old sofa wouldn't stick to your skin after hours of watching TV together cuddled up. Fairy lights hung up in the bedroom and living room, a fond memory from when you put them up at Christmas the year before but never took them down since you thought they looked pretty. He couldn't help agreeing, saying they looked beautiful as he stared at you rather than the yellow lights decorating the walls. 

The small kitchen held home to kitchenware that you bought once you found out he only had two pots and a frying pan for pancakes. A cheesy apron hung up on the edge of the door that had "Kiss the Cook'' on the front, a joke gift that a friend of yours bought you for your birthday. 

Though the apartment was small and there was barely enough room to move in it, he wouldn't change it for the world. His room didn't have a door to separate it from the living room and sure, the heating didn't work half the time and don't get him started on the guy on the 2nd floor who flirts with you every time he runs into you....he wouldn't change it one bit of it meant a life without you. 

Walking through the door, the smell of cinnamon, leather and dust washed over you. A warm welcoming smell that always felt like home to you. He always seemed to smell like old leather, pine and something sweet that you couldn't quite put your finger on. You took off your shoes and called out to Bucky as you put down your bag and jacket on the small side table that was next to the front door. 

You looked around for Bucky as you walked in. The kitchen island was tidy for once and the wooden floor had been mopped. 'Must have cleaned while I was out' you thought as you walked towards the sofa in the middle of the living room. An old Friends rerun playing on the TV again. 

Buck walks out from the bathroom in a t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms, looking freshly showered with his wet hair sticking to his forehead. He comes over with a smile on his face, eyes still the brightest blue you'd ever seen, and envelopes you in a hug. He asks how work was as he leaves a kiss on your forehead. You explain your day before quickly heading off to change out of your work attire.

After changing and finally feeling comfortable again, you walk into the living room. The main lights had been turned off, the fairy lights from Christmas were turning the room a warm and cosy yellow. Some candles were lit on the kitchen island and on the TV stand as some soft music played in the background. You laugh a little as you walk over to him. Sat on the sofa, Bucky smiles at you, knowing how hard today must have been.

"Long day?" He asked. "God, don’t get me started” Buck stood up from the sofa, making is way to the middle of the small living room and placed a hand on your lower back and slowly pulled you in for a kiss. “I would gladly have rather spent the day here”. Buck let out a small breathy laugh, “well you’re here now” he says, almost whispering as if was trying to convince himself you were real. 

“How'd you do this all while I was getting changed? I was only in there for like 5 minutes, Buck". He takes your hands in his as Louis Armstrong starts to play through the speaker. "I may have planned this out a bit before you got home. Plus, food has been ordered. Got your favorite" He said with that same sweet smile he always gives you. Even though your tired, that damn Bucky Barnes Charm is irresistible. 

“Wow look at you go, ordering food from your phone” He scoffs sarcastically. “Hey, I am perfectly capable ordering from the phone, it’s not rocket science” You laugh, resting your forehead against his. “I know, I’m only joking old man”. 

He pulls you close and starts to sway to the music. The windows open slightly let in the light noise of rain and that ambiance of the city outside. It all adds to the small bubble the two of you had made in the apartment. The song changes to Can't Help Falling In Love With You as he places another kiss on your forehead. 

"I love yah, Doll. You know that right?" You turn your head to face him. The swaying stops and his hands rest on your waist. His face, dimly lit by the fairy lights and candles. "I know, I love you too Buck. Always have, always will". The two of you go back to softly swaying to the music, wrapped in each others warmth. Feeling safe in the world for a moment. 

[mariacallous]

Last week, Doctors Without Borders announced that it had to close its operations in Russia after the Justice Ministry removed its affiliate office from the country’s foreign NGO register. Also known as Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF), this international non-governmental organization was among the first humanitarian missions to start working in Russia after the Soviet Union’s collapse. For more than three decades, MSF implemented dozens of important programs, helping vulnerable people across Russia through difficult situations. Since 2022, Doctors Without Borders has also offered humanitarian aid to civilians affected by the Russo-Ukrainian War. The Russian Justice Ministry didn’t offer an explanation for the decision, which made it impossible for MSF to continue working in the country. To mark the departure of Doctors Without Borders from Russia, Meduza looks back on their 32 years of work. 

From Moscow to Chechnya

Founded in Paris by a group of doctors and journalists in 1971, Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders, in English) now operates in 70 countries, providing medical assistance to people in emergency situations and those excluded from health care. The organization relies on donations from companies, private foundations, and individual donors. In 2023, MSF raised 2.37 billion euros ($2.64 billion) to support its work, most of which came from some 7.3 million private donors. 

Doctors Without Borders began working in Russia in 1992, distributing free food to children under three years old at “milk kitchens” in Moscow. Later that year, MSF began assisting the Russian capital’s homeless population, which numbered around 30,000 people — all of whom lacked access to medical and social services. 

In an interview with Moskvich Mag, Dr. Alexey Nikiforov, who later became the deputy medical coordinator of the MSF mission in Russia and Belarus, recalled the organization’s work in Moscow in those early days: 

We agreed to supply some hospitals with, say, dressings and to buy additional medications, and in return they would admit the homeless persons we would send to them from our first-aid post. In the morning, we [treated] patients with urgent problems at the first-aid post, and if some homeless person needed hospitalization, then we’d make arrangements with a hospital. And in the afternoon we’d transport patients to the hospitals in our minibus.

MSF doctors also used their minibus to make regular visits to train stations and other places in Moscow where homeless people sheltered, to provide them with emergency medical consultations. The organization also worked closely with city officials to improve municipal services for the homeless population, such as shelters. 

In addition, MSF worked to raise awareness about the problems unhoused people faced, running an ad campaign in the Moscow subway system and parking a bus outside the mayor’s office emblazoned with a running tally of the deaths from hypothermia on the city’s streets. As Nikiforov recalled:

[W]ith the help of our advertiser friends, we made a poster with a stylized snowman lying in a snowdrift; on the poster there were cutouts and you could change the numbers to how many people had frozen to death in Moscow since the start of the winter and overnight. We attached the poster [to the bus] and updated the data in the windows every day.

Battling tuberculosis

In 1995, Doctors Without Borders began tackling the spread of tuberculosis in Russian prisons. The initiative began at the Mariinsky penal colony in the Kemerovo region, after the prison hospital’s chief physician, Natalya Vezhnina, “paid her way to some international conference in Europe, where she announced that she was tired of burying her prisoners — they die every day,” Alexey Nikiforov told Moskvich magazine. 

With permission from the Federal Penitentiary Service, MSF aid workers were allowed to visit the Mariinsky prison hospital, and thus began their treatment program for drug-sensitive tuberculosis in the Russian penitentiary system. “The necessary first-line drugs cost pennies now, but back then there were problems with medical supplies,” Nikiforov recalled. 

In addition to distributing medicine, MSF organized a system for screening new prisoners, established diagnostic procedures, and managed to provide uninterrupted, months-long treatment for prisoners with TB. Its work soon extended to other prison facilities in the Kemerovo region, as well as to tuberculosis hospitals, where medical staff were taught how to administer more effective treatment, thereby preventing the spread of TB. 

In 2004, Doctors Without Borders launched a tuberculosis treatment program in Chechnya. As Nikiforov said in interviews, the two wars in Chechnya had destroyed nearly all of the infrastructure needed to treat tuberculosis patients, leaving the entire region without a dedicated TB hospital and with just 12 tuberculosis specialists. In particular, MSF’s work consisted of distributing medications that weren’t available in the region at all. According to Nikiforov, the organization ultimately treated more than 5,500 tuberculosis patients in Chechnya. 

MSF wound down its projects in Chechnya in 2017, handing over tuberculosis treatment to the Chechen Health Ministry. But the organization continued to launch shorter tuberculosis treatment programs in other parts of Russia, including in the Arkhangelsk and Ivanovo regions, most recently. 

Russia’s wars

In 1999, Doctors Without Borders won the Nobel Peace Prize, “in recognition of the organization's pioneering humanitarian work on several continents.” In his Nobel speech, then-president of the MSF International Council, Dr. James Orbinsk, made an appeal to President Boris Yeltsin condemning Russia’s violence against civilians in Chechnya: 

The people of Chechnya — and the people of Grozny — today and for more than three months, are enduring indiscriminate bombing by the Russian army. For them humanitarian assistance is virtually unknown. It is the sick, the old and the infirm who cannot escape Grozny. [...] I appeal here today to his excellency the Ambassador of Russia and through him, to President Yeltsin, to stop the bombing of defenseless civilians in Chechnya. If conflicts and wars are an affair of the state, violations of humanitarian law, war crimes, and crimes against humanity apply to all of us.

[...]

Silence has long been confused with neutrality, and has been presented as a necessary condition for humanitarian action. From its beginning, MSF was created in opposition to this assumption. We are not sure that words can always save lives, but we know that silence can certainly kill.

Doctors Without Borders worked on the ground in Chechnya, Ingushetia, and Dagestan, performing consultations for residents and displaced persons, supplying hospitals and clinics with essential medicines, and providing psychological and medical assistance. 

In 2001, armed individuals kidnapped the head of the Doctors Without Borders North Caucasus mission, U.S. citizen Kenneth Gluck, holding him hostage for a month. Armed men then abducted the MSF head of mission for Dagestan, Dutch national Arjan Erkel, in 2002. The organization suspended its operations in the Russian North Caucasus following Erkel’s kidnapping. He was finally released in 2004. 

Following Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine in 2022, Doctors Without Borders began providing humanitarian aid to Ukrainian refugees in Russia, as well as to displaced Russians (in addition to its extensive operations in Ukraine). “Since the start of our response in 2022, more than 52,000 refugees and displaced people were provided with humanitarian aid and more than 15,400 received free medical, mental health, and psychosocial support,” the organization said in a September press release. 

Since October 2022, Doctors Without Borders had worked in Russia’s Belgorod region alongside the non-profit organization Path to the Future (Put’ v budushchee, in Russian). MSF also planned to provide humanitarian assistance in the Kursk region, but was ultimately forced to shutter its operations.

In the press release announcing the closure of its programs, MSF said it “would like to work in Russia again should the necessary conditions be provided by authorities.” 

“We are very sad to conclude our programmes in the country as many people in need of medical and humanitarian assistance will now be left without the support we could have provided to them,” said Norman Sitali, the MSF operations manager responsible for programs in Russia. “MSF would like to still work in Russia again, if and when possible.”

[the-bus-called-graveyard-8]

Madagascar in Nickelodeon Magazine (part 4 of 4)

This last part is some miscellaneous Madagascar content that has appeared in various issues of Nick Mag. I used to keep all my Nick Magazines in big binders so I could reread them, but some years ago I decided to finally get rid of them. I only kept a select few (the Madagascar ones, of course) but before I tossed the rest I flipped through five years' worth of issues looking for any scraps of Madagascar. I don't know which issues any of these bits and bobs are from, but here they are nonetheless!

First we have a prank DVD cover for an absurd mashup of several 2000s animated movies called "Flushed Through the Hedge in a Happy Car". One of the characters parodied is Alex the lion, and several aspects of Madagascar appear in film's description. Full transcript under the read more.

Front cover:

"Flushed Through the Hedge in a Happy Car"

A penguin, a taxi, one wild ride...

Starring Will Smith, Tom Hanks, Ellen DeGeneres, Wanda Sykes, and Luke Wilson

From the creators of "Charlotte's Open Barnyard"

Back cover:

A break-dancing New York City Penguin named Happy (Wanda Sykes) is accidentally shipped to a zoo in Mexico City. The homesick bird escapes and meets a hilariously sassy taxi named Turbo McCab (Will Smith), who offers to drive her home. Along the way, they get stuck in the woods during hunting season, freeze solid during an ice age, and visit an underground rodent city, where they pick up a tuxedo-wearing mouse named Wobbly (Tom Hanks). Just outside of New York City, Turbo gets a flat. A nerdy raccoon named AJ (Ellen DeGeneres) offers to take Happy over the hedge to find a spare.

Once in human territory, Happy becomes obsessed with Dancing in the Suburbs. Will Happy find happiness as a reality show star? Will her lion dance partner (Luke Wilson) ever learn his moves? Will Turbo ever get to race in the Madagascar 5000? Can penguins really talk? And who is paying for all of Turbo's parking tickets?

2-Disc DVD Collector's Edition

Bonus features include:

A step-by-step look at the 350-day process of creating convincing CGI fuzzy dice.

Deleted scenes that were cut because they stink real bad.

Voice talent farting into the microphone during recording.

Trailers for other penguin movies.

Director's commentary.

Director's dog's commentary

Rated P for Penguin

Digitally mastered for superior penguin cuteness

Next we have three ads I snipped out of different issues.

Top left: Madagascar video games

"Madagascar and the all new Madagascar: Operation Penguin

Go from the zoo to a place that's totally new

Rule the city and the jungle in two hit games based on the hit movie. In Madagascar, play as Alex, Marty, Gloria, and Melman in a wild adventure. Available on all video game consoles. In Madagascar: Operation Penguin, play as Private Penguin in madcap missions, available only on GameBoy Advance."

Bottom left: Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa video game

"Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa

For PS2, PS3, Xbox 360, Wii, PC, and DS

Play as all the main characters—including the penguins—through the story of the Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa movie.

Tip: In the soccer match in the In Madagascar level in single-player mode, Mort the lemur can be a tough goalie. Raise the Power Meter to the 75 percent mark and you can kick the ball over Mort's head and score nearly every time.

Zelda the roving reporter: Do you have a license to drive that?"

Right: TPoM world premiere

"What's New on Nick

Penguins of Madagascar

The penguins are back, and this time, it's for their very own show! Catch the premiere immediately after the Kids' Choice Awards on Saturday, March 28. And check out the first-ever Penguins of Madagascar online game at nick.com."

Lastly, we have this crossover comic of the Penguins with Aang from Avatar: The Last Airbender. I don't have the cutout of this, but I distinctly remember seeing it in the Gag Station of one issue's Comic Book section. I was able to find it online but unfortunately I don't know the artist.

And that's every time Madagascar was featured in Nickelodeon Magazine!

[browniboxx]

A Kirby Christmas Special!

"Word around Castle Dedede is that the king and a select few Waddle Dees go missing every Christmas Eve," Bandana Waddle Dee says, putting on an oven mit.

"Really?" Kirby asks his friend, tilting his head, the jingle bells on his antlered headband ringing.

"That's what I've heard," Bandana Dee replies, taking a fresh batch of cookies out of the oven.

Kirby sits on the counter and ponders this strange phenomenon. Then, his mind begins to wander and he wonders what his otherworldly friends like to do for Christmas every year. Kirby hops off the counter and begins to walk out of the kitchen.

"Make sure to be back before dinner so we can frost the cookies!" Bandana Dee shouts, placing a new batch of cookies in the oven.

First stop is technically not "otherworldly" as it is also on planet popstar, but Kirby deemed it different enough to ask. After a straining climb, Kirby makes his way around the city in Floralia, admiring the baked goods in various bakery windows. Soon, he makes his way to the grand castle. After making small talk with a few guards, Kirby is escorted to the royal throne room where he meets his friend, the relatively recently appointed king, Taranza.

"Hai!" Kirby says to Taranza with a smile.

"Hello, Kirby!" Taranza replies.

"Merry Christmas," Taranza's secretary, Spinndle adds from behind her boss.

Kirby takes out a pen and notepad, "What's a unique Christmas tradition you have here in Floralia?"

"Why don't we show you?" Taranza replies.

Taranza and Spinndle lead Kirby to a park in the city with a large Christmas tree, various flowers and lights decorate it. In the middle; surrounded by a small white fence and neatly wrapped gifts.

"This is our community tree," Spinndle says, "People across the community donate gifts for the needy."

"Anyone who didn't or couldn't get a gift this year can grab one," Taranza adds, placing a few more gifts down, "Most of the gifts are donated by my staff and I."

Kirby nods and scribbles in his notepad, "Thanks! I gotta go now. Merry Christmas!"

Taranza and Spinndle wave as Kirby leaves.

His next stop was to hitch a ride with his friend Magolor, who had his Starcutter parked nearby.

"Hey, Kirby! What's up?" Magolor asked from atop the ship.

"Hey, Lorie," Kirby replies, "Can you take me to a couple places? I'm doing important Christmas stuff!"

"Sure thing! Consider it a second Christmas gift," Magolor remarks with a wink.

And off the two go, first stop: Ripplestar!

"Hey, Mags?" Kirby asks, doodling in his notepad.

"Yeah, Kirb?"

"What do you guys do on Halcandra for Christmas?"

Magolor thinks for a moment, "I don't remember much, but I do remember making a kind of fruitcake made of fruit from Halcandra."

"Cool beans!" Kirby says, and writes it down.

Soon, they arrive at Ripplestar where they greeted by Kirby's friend Ribbon.

"Seasons greetings, Kirby! How nice of you to stop by!" Ribbon says with a smile.

"Hey, Ribbon! Merry Christmas," Kirby says, stepping out of the Lor, "What's something fairies like to do for Christmas?"

"I'll show you!" Ribbon gestures for Kirby to follow her.

They make their way to the castle and through the bustling halls to a grand living room with a fireplace.

"This is our fireplace," Ribbon says, "For Christmas, we burn exclusively cherry wood! The tradition goes as far back as when the first queen founded Ripplestar!"

"Intra-sting," Kirby mumbles as he writes in his notepad, "I gotta go now, Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!" Ribbon shouts as Kirby runs off.

"Alright, Magolor! Next stop: Kandyland!" Kirby exclaims, running into the Starcutter.

"Aye aye!" Magolor says, setting the Lor to go to Kandyland.

Within minutes, they arrived in the courtyard of Kandy Castle. The guards in the front rush over to examine the ship including two familiar faces. Sir Chip and Dame Sundaie. Sir Chip dissuade the other guards from attacking the Starcutter and greets Kirby and Magolor.

"Merry Christmas!" Kirby chimed, hopping out of the Lor.

"Salutations, Kirby," Chip greets, "What brings you to Kandyland this Christmas?"

"I'm asking all my friends what they do for Christmas!"

"Ooo!" Sundaie exclaims, "C'mon! We'll show you!"

Kirby and Magolor are lead to the kitchen where The Confection King and his daughter Princess Sugaree are.

"Why, Hello there," The king says with a smile, "Merry Christmas!"

"We were just about to hand out gifts to children around the valley!" Sugaree remarks, "Care to join us?"

"Correction, dear daughter, YOU were going to hand out gifts. I have business to attend to."

"Yes, yes. I know, father," Sugaree leans down to Kirby's level, "Ignore my father. He's a bit boring."

Kirby chuckles and the three of them go out to hand out gifts, Sir Chip following close behind.

Once they return, they are greeted by Mon Roll and Lady Sugarose.

"Hey, Kirby," Mon Roll chimes, "Wanna get snacks to leave out for Santa with me?"

Kirby nods enthusiastically and Follows Mon Roll, Chip, and Kandi to the kitchen.

"What do you guys usually leave out for Santa in Dream Land?" Mon Roll asks, grabbing a plate from the cabinet.

"Cookies and milk," Kirby replies, "What do you guys do here?"

"Gumdrops and eggnog!" Mon Roll beams, "Or other things. Depends on the region."

"We leave out eggnog here in Vanilla Valley," Kandi adds, "Lemonade in Candyfloss Forest, milkshakes near the mountains, the list goes on."

Kirby nods and writes it down. After a few minutes of chit-chat, Kirby had to leave.

Back At Castle Dedede, Bandee was taking the last batch of cookies out of the oven when Kirby ran in. Kirby decided to spend the night at the castle.

Later, in the middle of the night Kirby awoke to sounds of jingle bells and a jolly, strangely southern, laugh. He runs to the stairs and peers at the man dressed in red from around the corner.

"That'll do it," the man said, the voice was very familiar to Kirby.

"Dedede?! You're Santa?!" Kirby exclaimed, hopping down the stairs.

"Kirby?!" Dedede exclaimed, "Why are you awake?!"

"Oh my Nova! You ARE Santa!"

"Hold on-"

"I knew it!" Kirby danced around happily.

"Uhh…" Dedede looked around and noticed the plate of cookies on the table, "I'll give ya these if ya don't tell nobody!"

Kirby looked at the cookies, "Sure!"

And so, Kirby got to eat cookies at 2am.

The end.

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 198 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: Slow Tuesday at work.

Episode title "Precipice"... Honestly, I'm a bit disappointed that it's not called "Cliff Hanger" xD

MARTIN: "So… are we going to talk about it, or…?" JON: "When we get back to London. I don’t – I think we all need some time to think." Meaning mostly him, I guess? That just was a lot for him. Scared about Martin for so long, finding out that Martin did indeed walk "willingly" with Annabelle. His life being a set-up for all this... I don't actually think too much into the "chosen one" thing, for me it's still about these eternal, incomprehensible, almighty forces just toying with people's lives. Being so utterly at their mercy. All you can do is hope not to run into them or that you didn't somehow attracted their attention. And if you did, why? What did Jon for example do, what does he have what others don't that the Web decided it will make him their marionette to carry out their big plan?

MARTIN: "I-I mean it’s a pretty long walk. We could talk about something else." Martin being Martin, he desperately wants to fill the silence.

MARTIN: "So I figured she had come to kill you, Jon." JON: "Me? W-What about you?" MARTIN: "What about me? I didn’t really think I was important enough to kill." Martin, the “reason” of the Archivist. The Archivist, the Ceaseless Watcher's special little boy, so basically the most important person to the force which is controlling the whole world right now. Not important...

MARTIN: "W– S-Ser-Seriously? What happened to the big lake or whatever Basira was talking about? I was looking forward to the lake! I-I’m fine rowing. I’m good at rowing!" I really love the level of fan service TMA provides. Not too much, just throwing us little bits here and there. It's perfect!

MARTIN: [Mildly distressed] "So, so what, this is our new path then? Some rickety ladder on a cliff edge that’s so high you can’t even see the bottom? Really?" JON: "I’ll admit it’s not a subtle metaphor." I feel so dumb, I don't get it xD

MARTIN: "And, crucially, it would still feel like I’m falling an incredible distance. Wouldn’t it?" I totally feel Martin. I hate falling. I absolutely hate it! I never go on theme park rides with drops because my whole body recoils during the fall and just can't think of anything else than to pls make it stop.

JON: "The, uh… The ladder ends." MARTIN: "What do you mean it ends?" BASIRA: "I’m guessing you’re not talking about the ground." JON: "No. No ground. And… no more ladder." MARTIN: "So what do we do?" BASIRA: "What do you think? We jump. And we fall." Can't have shit in the apocalypse...

MARTIN: "Oh… S-So my choices are jump off a cliff, or cling to it while John does a statement?" BASIRA: "And then jump off it. Yeah." MARTIN: [Distressed] "For fuck’s sake…" I fucking love the S5 humor xD

Is this statement... is this another poem?

GEORGIE: [Upset] "They came for them. Took them away. Like before." JON: "Oh, god." MARTIN: "Who’s ‘they’?" GEORGIE: "The… things from the city. You know, the, the ones that serve that big eye." JON: "Because of me?" MELANIE: "Probably." Oh fuck off, Melanie!

JON: "You got anything to drink in those supplies of yours? I think I could really do with one." Yeahhh, things are slowly really getting to him now...

@a-mag-a-day