#also my friend: he has assets and hips..you gotta get them right

[ocyus-stuff]

Was drawing a gift for my best friend when my phone screen suddenly glitched out... so here's a half-rendered drawing of my homie's oc, Damien :D

He works at a temple btw, very pretty boy and engaged to the crown princess.

hnghh gonna complete this drawing once i get my phone fixed or when I buy a drawing pad

[keepmeinthedark]

To The Top || A Marauders Band AU

Chapter Two: You Gotta Not

Read here on A03

So Lily Evans brought a big asset to the band?

Only if you consider Remus Lupin to be a big asset, which I do.

Did Lily introduce them?

In time.

What happened in the meantime?

Before Remus joined the band there was just James, Sirius, and Frank. They lived together in this house called Maxwells house. It belonged to these twins Fabian and Gideon and they opened it up to anyone who needed a home. 

And what was Remus doing? What were you doing?

I was in Germany at the time, Remus was at university. But he had been friends with Lily since they were young and even though he was staying in a student accommodation he wasn't too far away for their friendship to change in any way.

//

Lily and Remus had spent New Year's Eve together. One of Remus' classmates held a party which they attended and stayed until the clock struck midnight. By the time they had made it back to his accommodation, it was three in the morning. They had both slept in Remus' bed without bothering to change their clothes or even take their make-up off, which then lead to one of the worst mornings in both of their lives.

It was eight in the morning when Remus's phone went off. He groaned when he saw his twin brother's name appear on the screen and held the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Re, where are you?"

"What do you mean?" he paused. "Am I supposed to be somewhere?"

He could practically feel Rom rolling his eyes. "You and Lily both promised Mum that you'd help with the fate. Remember? The fate? The one that Mum has been stressing over for weeks?"

Shit.

"Ohhh yeah, yeah I completely remember god who do you take me for? Yeah me and Lils are on our way now, well be like five minutes tops I promise." and with that, he quickly hung up.

Shit Shit Shit Shit.

"Lily come on, we have to go," Remus said quickly as he shook his best friend awake.

Lily only groaned as she lifted her head off the pillow, she watched Remus rush around the room to grab the makeup wipes and cleaned off the smudged eyeliner he still had on. 

Lily didn't wait for an explanation, she just got out of the bed and found her way towards the nearest hairbrush.  It wasn't until they were waiting for the bus that Lily had asked where they were going.

"My mum's thing, remember? We said we would help."

Lily didn't look like she remembered but she nodded anyway. 

 "How long do you think we'll be?" 

Remus shrugged, "No idea. Why? Got somewhere to be?"

Lily rolled her eyes, "Got a hangover to cure is more like it."

 They had gotten to the fate twenty minutes later and immediately regretted not faking a sickness to get out of it.

Hope Lupin was a powerhouse and an amazing mum, she was loving and caring, and gentle. But she was a single mum who had raised three boys and was in the middle of raising another, which made her incredibly scary when she was stressed.

"There you two are!" she exclaimed when she saw Remus and Lily making their way down the field where the fate was being held. "I was about to send Petunia off after you guys, honestly why are you so late?"

Remus panicked, "Headache," he said.

Hope placed her hands to her hips and raised an eyebrow, "Is headache code for a hangover?" 

They both nodded.

Hope sighed, "There's coke, bananas, and water in that tent over there. Go and tip half of the water out of a bottle, fill the rest with coke, drink that, and eat a banana. I don't have time for this." she told them, quickly adding, "Its a hangover remedy," after seeing their confused faces.

"Where was this remedy all the other times we've been hungover?" Lily asked, acting offended.

Hope shrugged, "You never asked." 

"Still could've been useful." 

"How am I supposed to know that you're hungover if you never tell me!?" Hope exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air and turning her back on them in order to do other things.

"You're Mum!" Remus yelled back. "You know everything!"

"Two minutes! Get a move on!" was all that Hope yelled back.

 As Hope had promised the flat coke and bananas had helped their hangovers but unfortunately didn't make them any more prepared for the long day ahead of them. Remus' parents had divorced three years ago when Lyall had admitted that he had fallen for someone else. Remus doubts that his parents have ever been in love. They had his older brother, Lycus when they were in their twenties and before they were married. They did get married not long after he was born and three years after that they had Romulus and Remus, the twins also weren't planned. Neither was Macca, Remus' younger brother who was only 2 years old at the time of the divorce. 

His father's new girlfriend didn't last very long and got intimidated by the fact that he had four sons. Romulus has always said that he was certain that there was no girl, to begin with, they had never met her and their dad wasn't exactly someone who had luck when it came to romance. Romulus swears that he made her up to use as an excuse to get a divorce. Lycus believes him. Remus doesn't. 

Hope and Lyall still remained close friends and the boys are allowed to stay with either one of them as much as they like, but they spend the majority of their time with Hope, or at least Lycus, Romulus, and Remus do. Macca, who is now five, spends Monday to Thursday with Hope and Friday to Sunday with Lyall in hopes that he will grow up to have a close relationship with both parents.

Remus had nothing against his father, he was a good dad and never failed to make Remus feel loved. But he wasn't yet out to his dad yet and wasn't sure if it would go well if he did come out to him. He likes to think that his dad would try to be supportive but still doesn't want anything to change between them. Not only that but he preferred his mum's cooking.

Lyall worked as a teacher for a primary school near where he lived and Hope owned her own florist in town but would always pop into the other shops there to see if they needed any help when she had the time, which is what led to her helping out with the local coffee shops fate in order to help raise money for cancer research. This wasn't the first time Hope had dragged her children out of their usual routines to stand in a field in the middle of winter and most certainly won't be the last. But they always came, Remus would never admit it but he quite enjoyed these things. Hope had always wanted to help with certain school and church events and Remus was proud to have a mum who was so loved in the community, even if she was scary when she got into her boss mode.

By the time Remus had finished their drinks and properly woke up, there was already a crowd of people going around each stall, Remus had seen Romulus surrounded by little kids. He called them over when he saw them.

"Remus! Lily! You two are captains get over here!"

"Oh bloody hell," Remus said under his breath, noticing the football that he had in his hands.

  Sirius felt like his figures were going to fall off. It was January 1st, who set up an outdoor event on January 1st.

They had only just got there and he already wanted to desperately go home, he didn't dream his parents irrelevant and leave his whole family behind at the age of 22 just to play in the freezing cold, but James had insisted that this would be worth it and he seemed so excited for every gig Sirius could never say no.

It was during their first set that Sirius had seen her.

She had been all that James had talked about since their gig at the pub on Christmas eve, he could recite her description by memory.

Dark red hair that reached her chest.

Emerald green eyes.

Plus size

A smile that glows.

Exactly a head smaller than James.

Two piercings in her ear lobe and one in her cartilage.

A tattoo of a small tattoo of a wolf behind her ear.

And she was wearing white Doc Martens.

Yep, that was her. It had to be, she ticked every box (apart from the tattoo as she was too far away for Sirius to get a proper look. But she looked like a girl that would have one.)

Sirius' heart leaped. James was going to be so excited, all he could talk about throughout Christmas was how much he regretted not asking for her Instagram. He had to tell him.

He was going to tell him.

He had it all planned. He was going to give James that smile that only James got, the one that said "I know something you don't know," James always got so excited at good news. 

Then he was going to ask James once more how Lily Evans looked, and James would go on a ramble, giving out as much information about this girl that he could remember. Then he would spin James around and point her out and knowing James he would probably scream. Sirius couldn't wait, he was a hopeless romantic after all.

As they went through each song he couldn't take his eyes off her, he had to make sure that he knew where she was when he told James. And he was going to tell him, he was certain of it.

That is, he was certain of it until he saw him.

Now that's a sight that he will never be able to get out of his head.

Short blond curly hair.

Tall.

Thin, yet still had a bit of muscle.

Crooked nose. 

Amber eyes.

And a large scar going across his face, from his right eye down through his nose and ending just before his lips.

God his lips!

As they played on Sirius began to notice more and more about this mystery boy. He seemed to be friendly with Lily, they were playing football with a group of kids and it was obvious that he was pretending to not be good for their sake. There was another boy with them who had similar features. Must be a brother, Sirius thought.

The boy was dressed in a Queen t-shirt, a white one with a long-sleeved black shirt underneath, and his jeans were ripped. He wore eyeliner, his nails were painted black and he had multiple rings on his figures.

Sirius had never been more turned on until he saw him take a five-minute break to smoke a cigarette.

Sirius could never date a smoker. James was enough trouble, Sirius had lost count on how many times he had told him that he ought to quit but he never listens. Smoking kills everyone knows this so why did some people think that by some miracle they could be the exception.

Sirius was about to give it all up then and there, make his eyes go back to following Lily around, or maybe even have his brain focus on what he was actually supposed to be going. But once the boy had put out his cigarette and rejoined the group of kids one of them had fallen over and hurt their knee. The boy crouched down to their level and talked to the boy until he laughed while Lily got a wet paper towel and a plaster.

Damit, Sirius thought. Why do guys with kids always have to be so damn attractive?

 For the rest of their set, the only thing Sirius could see was him.

He had forgotten all about Lily Evans until they had finished. When they had gotten off the stage James had been bouncing up and down. His smile was the widest he had ever seen it. 

"It's her," he said quickly.

"Whos her?" Frank asked, looking at the crowd confused.

"Her, her. That girl I met a the pub last week. She's here."

"Go talk to her then." And while you're at it get me her mate's number?

James began to pale, "I can't just go up and talk to her," he told them shaking his head. "What if she hates me?"

Frank raised an eyebrow, "Why would she hate you, I thought you hit it off?"

"We did!"

"So go talk to her!"

James looked at Lily and then back at Sirius and Frank. He had now started picking at his figure nails, slowly picking one off and throwing it onto the ground.

"What do I say?" He asked, desperately. 

Frank seemed very confident. "Mate, you've just played for the entire day she surly noticed that it was you at one point. She's probably begging for you to go and talk to her."

James looked confused, "Then why hasn't she come up to me?" His eyes suddenly widened. "What if she really isn't interested? I mean I know I didn't ask for her Snapchat or anything but she didn't ask for mine either!" he said in one breath. Sirius was sure he may faint if he thought anymore.

Both James and Sirius looked at Frank who rolled his eyes. "She's the girl. You're supposed to be the one to ask her out and make the first move. Most girls are scared to ask out guys cause guys suck." He said it as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "Just take a deep breath, channel your confidence, and swipe her off her feet. You've got this."

James took a breath and nodded before making his way towards Lily who was having a conversation with a much taller boy. He looked a bit like Sirius' mystery boy but older, taller, and with darker hair and no scar. Maybe another brother.

Sirius and Frank both watched James approached Lily in silence. They watched him ask to talk to her, Sirius didn't miss the smile that appeared across her face. Unfortunately said smile began to slowly disappear once James began talking and before anyone could realize that this was indeed a bad idea, Lily had slapped James across the face and had begun to walk in the other direction. 

James all but stomped back towards Sirius and Frank, his glasses had fallen to the tip of his nose and his face had gone nearly bright red, though Sirius couldn't tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. 

He mumbled a "Let's go" and grabbed all of his belongings before making his way towards the van. All Sirius and Frank could do was stare at each other in disbelief.

"This is why we don't leave him alone unsupervised," Sirius mumbled. 

[randbwrite]

La Comtesse Chronicles Chapter 4 Part 2

Words: 1592

TW: Blood, death, graphic violence CW: Vampires, assassin

R:

<<So...I’m a superhero! Yahoooo that’s sweet!!>>

Her laughter pealed through the room again. My, this was a strange one.

“Well, if you wish to conceptualize it that way, I suppose there’s no harm in it. You’re like a combination between Spiderman and either the Flash or Nightcrawler. Suppose we will see in due time.”

The red-haired scamp tried to play off that he was comfortable at the moment, with his position as he floated. Tempted to make him drop to see how much he was really freaking out, but she held off. She could see through that in an instant, but she would play along. Better than him outwardly freaking out. That would be quite troublesome. Ah well, not that she hadn’t dealt with people freaking out at her before.

<<Does that mean I’m an X-Men now? Ohhhh hey! You’re totally Professor X! Except way hotter. Hey, Derrick ol’ boy, don’t give me that look! You’ve gotta be thinking it too. Oh right, I forgot. You’d use words like, ‘Her elegance and pulchritude are unrivaled by anything my eyes have beheld before, or will hence.’ Am I right?>>

More laughter. This one was quite the card. And now the two bantered. A wide smile accompanied by a few chortles. Well, they would certainly make the castle more lively, once the other residents accepted them that is. 

“Hmmmm, hotter Professor X, hadn’t ever thought of it that way, but yes, from your perspective, that is a rather good description.” All this said without batting an eye. “I do have all of the powers he has, except I have the additional abilities a pure blood has. Super speed, strength, plus healing. Makes me a bit scary…. According to others anyway. I do have a house full of other people with abilities, so yes, I’m exactly like Professor X. Suppose that would make you an X-man.”

<<Hold up hold up. You have got a lotta names, sweets. Is there one you prefer to go by? Also, do ya really mean it? I— I can go with you? You-you’re not going to leave me here?>>

“Sweets?” Oh, that got quite the eyebrow raise. “Most call me Comtesse. I suggest you stick with that till I tell you otherwise, lest you really want to play with fire, luv.” A wink and a smirk later, laughter rang out. Taking a page out of Arthur’s book was more fun than she had imagined, at least with the nickname. Let’s see if he can handle a woman who can hold her own. 

But, his question deserved an answer in all seriousness. A sigh and a nod later she spoke clearly, “No, I won’t leave you here. I sired you, accidentally or not; that means that I am responsible for you now. I will not let someone that is my responsibility live in such conditions. It’s unconscionable. My home will be your home, you will be safe. You need not kill anyone ever again unless you have a desire to join me on the battlefield. The residents of my castle live in peace to pursue what they like. You’ll see soon enough. I’m taking this as your decision, so yes, you are coming with me, as is your friend, assuming he has the same answer.”

<<How do you propose we get out of here? Nearest window? Need a bodyguard? I know I don’t look like much right now, and you can float an’ all, but there’s gonna be a whole passel of people ticked off you’ve invaded their home.>>

“You underestimate me, young man. I know exactly how we are getting out of here. I’m not worried about the rats that are scurrying around, especially since they are running upon seeing me. Ask your friend, though I suppose you will see soon enough. In your current state, you are more of a liability than an asset. I have some unfinished business here. No one, and I mean no one, sends someone to kill me and leaves with it unanswered.” The last bit came out as a growl. Anger began to emanate again, her mind focusing on the events of late. “Enough talk, for now, you can ask me anything you like once we are home.”

With that, she took Derrick’s hand and led both of them, one of them floating, down the halls. Cal was right, there were those who now had the gumption to try to attack her. Bad idea. Her shoes clicked against the hard floor before two assassins flew down from the ceiling. She looked up and sighed, they now suspended midair above them. She clicked her tongue several times before shaking her head.

“None of you ever learn. Time to sit for a bit Cal….” Gently, Cal was set on the floor. The two assassins struggling midair was quite a comical sight, they both looking as if they were trying to either swim through the air or attack it. They now catapulted up to the ceiling then back to the floor several times, as if someone were grabbing them by the legs and throwing them between the two. They were left on the floor groaning, their weapons now floating. More came down the hall, fangs bared. Another loud sigh and the daggers went barreling down the hall fast as a bullet. Some landed in the chest, no doubt piercing their hearts, the others struck them in the heads. Several loud thuds later and the hallway was again quiet.

“See, nothing to worry about. Now… to that unfinished business of mine…”

Another hallway, more vampire assassins. This was getting old. The hallway filled with fire and the floors were coated in ice. She glanced back at Cal and Derrick before stepping forward, her boot causing a huge crack to travel along the ice. She waved her hand and the fire parted, the two vampires on the other side had their eyes wide as saucers. “Now that’s what I call hot.” A deep chuckle rang out, as one sprinted forward, fire spewing in her direction. 

She held up her hand and it was as if she had an invisible force field in front of her, the fire moving around it. “My turn….” She snapped her fingers, and it was as if the snap signaled his sanity to rip in two. A battle broke out between the two vampires, fire and ice spewing all over the hall. Slowly, she made her way to them, the field around her deflecting any ice and fire that may have hit her otherwise. 

Her voice, now a low thunder, “Stop.” They both obeyed. Daggers swiftly taken from each side of her hip, they plunged upwards into each of their chests. Daggers taken out, throats slit, the whole movement taking place in a blink of an eye. Both hit the floor in unison, their blood dying the ice crimson.

Taking both their hands now, she led them to the council chamber. Any assassins encountered on the way were pushed aside or dispatched with ease. She let go of their hands as they reached the doors. She knocked and there was no answer. Rumble of a laugh later, she touched the doors, which promptly flew off their hinges and crashed into the room. Assassins flinched, eyes wavering but unable to look away, though their expressions showed nothing. 

“Now, which of you delightful people ordered my killing, hmm?” The steel of her voice, the sheer ice in it sent several of the members shuddering. They all just stared down at her. “Fine then, leadership is always responsible for the orders. We had an agreement, I leave you alone, you leave me alone. What on earth possessed you to break it, I haven’t a clue. But surely you didn’t think all you would get was a strongly worded letter from the sweet socialite Comtesse, hmm? No, no. There is a price for everything, and this one will be quite steep.” 

She pointed at the head of the league. “Let this be a lesson to you and all those who would think of coming after me or my residents. By the way, these two belong to me now. If any of you even think of harming them I will come and slaughter the lot of you, and I won’t be alone.”

Two fine daggers came off her sides and floated in front of her for just a moment. Just then they rocketed at the head of the assassin’s league. Super speed employed, he ducked, flipped, and landed in front of her. His own sword raised, it looked like he would be slicing her in twain, that was till a “thunk” was heard. His eyes went wide before the other dagger stuck into the front of his head, twisting and circling around to take the top of his head off. The body hit the floor with a thud, crimson blooming below him. 

“I was just going to kill you, but the fate I just bestowed is far better in my opinion. Enjoy an eternity as one with no special abilities would.” Gasps filled the room as she retrieved her daggers. Taking Derrick and Cal’s hands again, she walked with them out the doors of the council room, her footsteps echoing where screams should have been. 

Soon they passed through the remnants of the front doors, she now stopping and turning around to look at them. “Last chance to stay, gentlemen. After this, you both will be in my care for the rest of your lives, for better or worse.”

[ask-fallout-mayhem]

PART 1 COMPILATION:

Introductions

[Below the cut is the first part of the encounters between @ask-fallout-emmet-brickowski and @ask-fallout-mayhem]

One (1) General Mayhem arrives at a Deathclaw farm, and quickly checks her pip-boy to make sure everything is on track.

Which it does seem to be! And what luck, there seems to be people already outside on the far, so in an intentionally intimidating she heads towards them in her bulky power armor.

-- “Uh, Rex,” Emmet tells the man who is working in the field next to him. “Do you know who that is?”

The man in question looks up to also see the masked figure approaching. He stands up with his gun ready and shouts to the mysterious figure. “Hey! Who are you and why are you here?”

--

Oh crabapples, Mayhem thoughts begin to flow through her heard rapidly, maybe intentionally intimidating was not the way to go here, these guys just seem to be some normal ranchers, okay just gotta introduce myself in a normal person way.

“Greetings, I am General Mayhem of the Systar System’s Management, there is no need to use your weapons right now as I mean you no harm, I am simply looking for an officer from New Reno I have business with, do you know if I can locate him here? “

Was that normal? I think that was normalish, a little intimidating, but they are pointing a gun at me, so it’s a reasonable amount of intimidating.

--

Rex lowers his weapon slightly but still keeps his eyes on Mayhem. “Emmet, go get Bad Cop.”

Emmet nods and runs down the path that leads to the house. As he does so, Rex’s deathclaws come over to see what is happening. “We may but, if I may ask, what kind of business do you have with him?”

--

Well this is going way better than the last recruitment mission, they almost seem trusting, there has to be a catch, annnnnnnd the catch is he has deathclaws.

Mayhem sweats a little under her helmet, but tries to not let her surprise at the death claws effect her voice.

“ I’m here to offer him a tour of the Systar System’s Management HQ, we’re moving forward with a self image improvement plan by showing our faculties to high rankingindividuals of different areas, and I was told he was very prominent figure in the security, so he would be a valuable asset if he were to tell others that the Management was a trustworthy organization. “

Her eyes keep glancing back from Rex to the Deathclaws, she really wanted to ask if she could pet one, but alas she has a mission to do. Maybe she could come visit at a later time, if these guys didn’t end up hating her.

--

“I see…” Rex says as his deathclaws stand next to him. Emmet and Bad Cop then turn up causing the deathclaws to move away slightly so they can stand next to Rex.

“So, where do you plan to take us?” Bad Cop asks as he loads his laser rifle.“We would also like to know who this Management is controlled by before we make any decisions.”

--

Okay more guns, I gotta give a sarcastic yay to that, he knows I’m wearing power armor though, right? That gun isn’t gonna do a whole lot of damage. Wait didn’t the report mention something about two cops, but I only needed to bring back one guy, so if I get in trouble I’ll blame Susan for writing up bad reports.

But these guys aren’t like the Master Builders or anything, so I think I can try to be a little more friendly with them.

“I take it you’re the security personal I’m looking for, so nice meet you, and as I was explaining to your, uh friend here, I was planning to take you to our HQ, it’s located in the Mojave Wasteland, not to far from the New Vegas Strip, just inside of your run of the mill underground bunker.

And the head of the management is our Great Leader Wa'nabi, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Usually at this point an individual would have made comment on how they don’t trust the Management, or how they’ve heard bad things about it, which leads Mayhem to ask,

“I take it none of you have heard about the the Management before?”

--

They all shook their heads no.

“We have lived out the general Mojave area for years and we have never heard of this Management before.” Bad Cop tells her before flipping up his sunglasses to allow Good Cop to take over. “Of course, we would be interested in going if we can learn some more about this Great Leader Wa’nabi and their goals.”

--

“You haven’t heard of it before..? “

She asks, a happy little surprise on her part, a lot of groups like to spread untrue rumors about the Management, because it’s scary and new, and has some sort of undead general, it was finally nice to have some people who weren’t assuming anything about it!

“That’s great! Not that it’s great that you haven’t heard anything about it, it’s great that you havent heard of some of the totally untrue rumors!

And I mean it was founded only 5 years ago, and only in the last 2 years have we been expanding our reach, so to speak, so it makes since you might not have heard about it before.

And as for the Great Leader Wa'nabi, I mean I guess Great Leader is an opinion, but lots of other people think she’s great so it’s a good opinion.”

And then Mayhem goes on to prattle on the memorized introduction story for the Management, almost bored as she tells it, simply because of the number of times she has recited it in the last five years.

“After some major battle she was left without a home or family, and traveled the wasteland trying to find her place, but only found destruction and pain, and that just broke her heart and she decided to make a place where everyone has a chance to live a peaceful life. So she founded the Systar System, a group of interconnected settlements that helped each other out, but she felt that wasn’t enough, and went on the make the the Systars System’s Management, a more unified version of her vision. And it’s great, we take in people who don’t have homes or places to go, give them a shelter, a job, and a whole new life.”

And with the long sob story out the way she clasps her two hands together with a loud thunk, and says,

“And that’s sort of our goal, to just help people out, I hope that answer is satisfactory to you.”

--

“They sound awesome G!” Emmet tells Good Cop. “I think you should go! I mean if you want to, but I personally would.”

Good Cop nods and goes to tell her his answer but is interrupted by Rex. “As great as the Systar System sounds, how can we be sure that this isn’t a ploy to brainwash him?”

--

Ah the age old question, one of the hardest to prove, almost as hard as ‘prove you’re not a synth’. Luckily both questions Mayhem spends up all night thinking about instead of sleeping. Because she doesn’t really sleep more than once a month. 

She thinks to herself that maybe she needs to put more thought into that ‘prove I’m not a synth’ question.

Right the question at hand, she places her hands on her hips and starts going through her list of reasons why the Systar System wouldn’t brainwash people.

“Cause that would be something bad guys would do, and we’re not the bad guys here, I can assure you.”

Which seemed true enough to her, she helped people all the time, and that made her a good guy, and a good guy wouldn’t brainwash someone.

“Not to mention brainwashing is almost technically impossible, unless you have some sort of computer chip hardwired into your brain, and even then you couldn’t 100% control the person only alter their memories and motivations, but the science just isn’t there yet, so he shouldn’t have to worry about brainwashing for the foreseeable future, unless he’s like a synth, it’s probably really easy to brainwash a synth, he’s not a synth right, Im pretty sure he’s not a synth, not that there’s anything wrong with synths if he was one.”

The second part of her constructed argument came from her time as a bio-engineer where she helped some of her lab mates develop brain modification units, but they had discovered that they couldn’t truly control the brain, but she didn’t spend a whole lot of time on that research, most of her time was spent splicing Deathclaw DNA.

“But if you’re really scared of the possible brainwashing, you two could accompany him as protection, to make sure no brainwashing takes place.”

The last comment wasn’t really to get them to feel better, she had just noticed that Emmet made the comment he wanted to go, and he seemed like a perfect for the Systar System, quiet, polite, sweet, innocent, so she wanted to give him an excuse to join along.

--

Rex huffs before holstering his weapon. “Alright, we will go with him. Just don’t try anything.”

He motions for his deathclaws to follow and opens the gate that separated the farm from the outside world. As he leaves, he calls to Emmet and Good Cop to follow him. Once he is far enough way, Emmet turns to Mayhem.

“So, how long will this take? Rex probably wants to get back to his farm as soon as possible.”

--

“It should take an hour to get there, if we take my helibird,” which she had parked not to far, “but uh Rex wasn’t planning on bringing the deathclaws was he? I don’t know if they can fit on the ship, fitting four people on it might already be pushing the limits of what it can handle.” She did take the bigger ship with her, as she thought she might be needing to take two police officers back to the base, but even still it wasn’t like this was the best air craft in the world, it can’t handle a pack of deathclaws, you’d need a whole airship for that. That would be cool though, have your own air ship, travel around, scare people with how cool you are.

--

“He usually doesn’t go anywhere without one at his side but let me see if he is willing to leave them behind.” Emmet tells her before shouting to Rex. “Hey Rex! Mayhem says that she won’t be able to take your deathclaws with! Can you leave them behind?”

Rex turns around and shouts back, “You know that I don’t go anywhere without one of them, Emmet!”

“But Rex, Mayhem says that she can’t bring them with if we want to go with Bad Cop!” After Emmet shouts to Rex, the man looks like he is about to bark back something but stops to throw his hands up in the air in defeat. He calls over his deathclaws and puts some collars on them before pointing them back to the farm.

As they leave, he shouts back, “Alright, they’re gone! Are we now ready to get this show on the road?”

[bastillewolf]

Last Winter (Bucky/Reader/Steve) - Chapter V

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader, (in later chapters!)Steve Rogers/Reader

Summary: Even though he claims to be as tough as he appears to be, James Buchanan Barnes doesn’t have a skin made of metal. While he has to work hard for his money, keep his best friend from picking a fight and his sister protected, he feels as if the slightest breeze might be able to push him over. That is until a stranger picks an interest in him and helps him find his way back home. Whatever home feels like.

Warnings: (Not all apply to this chapter) Strong female characters, mentions of violence and death, angst, mental health issues, future sexual content

Notes: Please let me know if you prefer an original character or a reader-insert, it means a lot to me. I’m never really sure how to write down what the reader feels considering everyone reacts differently to situations so if no one comments anything, I’ll make this O.C. instead of reader-insert.

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CHAPTER V - Not the Same

“Don’t worry about it, pal,” one of his comrades told him after Bucky had profusely apologized multiple times during their running for dragging them into this. The blonde soldier was quite a bit younger than him, he looked like he was still in his teenage years. He reminded Bucky in some ways of Steve, but although he was quite skinny, he wasn’t that skinny. And his eyes weren’t the blue sparkly ones that lit up with the courage even Bucky could not muster up as much as his best friends’ could. Instead, the soldier’s were warm brown ones. “But you gotta tell us what’s distracting you. No offense, but a sergeant who’s distracted when a gun’s being pointed at him doesn’t seem like much of an asset to the team.”

Bucky pondered over it for a moment.

“Just leave the fella alone, Frazier. If he don’t wanna talk ‘bout it, he don’t wanna talk ‘bout it.” The soldier right behind them called out. He had a southern accent and a head of brown messy hair. He moved to jog next to them and held out his hand, which Bucky firmly shook. “The name’s Kenneth Martin. That’s Charlie Frazier over there. Now, you got a name or should we just keep calling ya Barnes?”

“Nah, you can call me Bucky. Nice to meet you,” he chuckled.

“Now, if I assume correctly your dreamy head ain’t just distracted because of homesickness, am I correct?”

“I thought we were supposed to leave him-“

“Shut up, Frazier. Am I correct?” Kenneth continued.

“Yeah,” Bucky replied.

“So this is about a woman then?”

Bucky’s silence was enough of an answer for Kenneth.

“I know how ya feel,” he decided to go with, “and the next couple of weeks won’t go easy on ya, I can tell ya that. But it helps to talk about it, ya know. This must sound real stupid coming from a guy like me, but we’re on the same side in this war. Whether it’s against the Germans or against women.”

A laugh escaped Bucky’s lips, and a sense of ease washed over him. Though they were in his squadron, he hadn’t been properly introduced to them before because of his self-induced isolation. At the time, he had felt like they should stay away from him as far as possible, so he could brood in so-called peace. Truth be told, he hadn’t had any peace up until now. He’d actually managed to form a bond with these two, even if they’d just met. He felt like he wasn’t so alone anymore, and that was a true relief.

When Bucky finished telling about the mysterious dame - while leaving out the part where she’d had to save his ass and instead made up a story about how they’d bumped into each other - they had finished their lap and were strewn out on the grass field, catching their breath.

“She must be real special then, for you to act this way,” Frazier commented with a smile.

“Yeah.” Bucky averted his gaze to try to hide the redness of his cheeks, but Kenneth had already caught him.

The brunette leaned forward and punched Bucky in the shoulder. “Ya listen to me now, pal. Ya only come across that feeling once, if you’re lucky maybe even twice in a lifetime. So promise me that when you get outta this war you’re gonna find that gal and marry her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to marry him?” Frazier asked.

Now it was his turn to get punched in the shoulder by Kenneth.

“Ouch!”

“If she don’t wanna marry him, that’s a goddamned shame. But the way you describe her to me, she definitely seems like she fancies you too. Don’t waste that opportunity,” Kenneth answered honestly.

Weeks passed by, maybe even months, Bucky didn’t know. But it grew easier to continue with his life. He was more focused, got his appetite back and made some great friends. His heart didn’t feel like it was at the bottom of his stomach anymore, and though he sometimes had to take a step back, he would take two steps forward the next day.

Colonel Phillips’ trust in him seemed to be restored, as he permitted a day off when the sun felt like a burning furnace. So they spent their time swimming in the lake, which they had discovered when they had spent a night taking an extra big lap as a punishment for stealing a commander’s clothes when he had been taking a bath.

“Shut up, Frasier!” Kenneth yelled, pushing said person’s head underneath the water in an attempt to drown him. Bucky watched them with a smirk on his face, all Frasier had to do to annoy Kenneth was to comment about how the brunette had looked at Bucky’s bare torso a tad longer than was socially acceptable. And all Bucky had to do to annoy the both of them was to tell them they should get a room. Now he faced the consequences, as waves of water splashed over him.

“I bet Martin would rather share a room with you, Barnes!” Charlie yelled before yet again his head was forced into the water by the said brunette. Bucky chuckled as he climbed onto the small dock to look for his towel.

“Sarge!” he heard someone call out from the road. He turned to face Dugan, a red-headed soldier adorned with a bowler hat and a great mustache. Only his friends called him Dum Dum, including Bucky. He had grown to respect the rambunctious man for his outspokenness and bravery over the past months. He was lucky to be able to call him his friend and teammate.

“What is it, Dum Dum?” he replied curiously.

“I’m not sure, but Phillips asked to see you. He said it was urgent. Didn’t seem too happy either, so you better hurry.”

Bucky nodded, quickly shrugging his trousers on and slinging his towel over his shoulder, before jogging after Dum Dum towards the open field. His heart started pounding a bit faster. He hadn’t done anything wrong, had he? He and Phillips might’ve started off at the wrong foot but he’d been positive that he’d restored that bond, even going as far as thinking that Phillips actually kinda liked him. However, the commander was a force to be reckoned with and not able to read easily, so he wasn’t too sure about his deducting.

Dum Dum seemed to sense his worry and clasped a hand on his shoulder as they reached the tent. “You’re gonna be alright, Sarge. He knows we can’t fight the Germans without you.” Bucky smiled a bit at that. He took a deep breath, before stepping inside. Turns out he had walked into the middle of an argument between the commander and a man he didn’t recognize.

“-It was necessary. I couldn’t just take a shot in the dark-“

“I don’t care what was necessary,” Phillips interrupted the man, “First off, you took one of my best secret agents out into the open without asking for my permission. She did not have to be involved in this. Any other agent would have gotten a job as easy as that one done. Secondly-“

“I don’t think you understand, Colonel. I trust her with my life and she was the only one who could really tell if he was the right match for the serum. I couldn’t leave that up to anyone else. She’s the best at reading people and you know how much this operation means to me.”

Phillips sighs deeply, resting his hand on his hip while the other rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Barnes, how long have you been standing there?”

Bucky jumped in surprise, feeling the unfamiliar man’s gaze now fall upon him as well. He had a frizzy haircut and glasses. Also looked like he hadn’t slept in a while, though his eyes held a warmness in them. “I- Uh… Not very long, sir. I just walked in.”

“Barnes, this is doctor Erskine. Doc, this is Sargent James Barnes from the 107th,” Phillips introduced, “Sorry to disappoint, but I didn’t invite you in here for tea, Barnes. Sit down. We have things to discuss.” He gestured towards a worn chair across his desk, which Bucky hesitantly took a seat in.

The commander turned towards an open flap in the tent that looked out into the forest. He remained silent for a moment as if pondering over his next words.

“You met a woman before you joined the army, didn’t you, Barnes?”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I-I’m not sure what you mean, Commander. I’ve met a lot of women before the war.”

The man in question rolled his eyes in return. “You met her in an alley, isn’t that correct?”

Bucky clasped his jaws shut, not really knowing what to say. Of course, he knew who Phillips was talking about, but how did they know about her meeting him? More specifically, in an alleyway? Did one of the soldiers throw it out in the open? No, they wouldn’t do that to him, they were his friends. He was curious and wanted to ask, but a part of him was too anxious.

“She’s a woman you won’t fail to remember. Now, you put up quite the act here, Sargeant Barnes, but I want you to answer me truthfully now or I’ll personally kick your ass out of the army.”

No, he couldn’t let that happen. He won’t be another disappointment. Not to his sister, not to Steve. “Y-Yes, sir. I did meet her.”

Phillips leaned against the front of his desk, keeping his eyes firmly set on the man who was now slightly sweating in his chair.

“What happened between the two of you?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” Bucky questioned.

“I know about how she met you because she wrote it in her mission report. You nearly got beaten up in an alley if she hadn’t operated a full rescue mission to save you. She went to your friend’s apartment to give your coat back afterwards. You walked her home. I know about all of it.”

Bucky’s breath got caught in his throat. What mission? Had she been playing with him? Was someone out to kill him? Or Steve? Or Becca?

“She’s not been the same since she left Brooklyn. I want to know why.”

“Give the man a break, Chester, it appears as though his brains are going to explode any second,” a voice came from the opening of the tent. They all snapped their heads to find the woman in question leaning against the wooden pillar of the tent.

 “I thought I sent you on a mission,” the Colonel grumbled.

“You did,” she said as she walked past Bucky and threw a pile of papers on the desk. He noticed her hips swaying slightly. “And I finished it. If you wanted to keep me busy, you should’ve at least made it more difficult for me.” She winked at the brunette, who was growing more and more flustered by the minute.

“What’s going on?” He muttered.

“If you have a problem with the way I work, why don’t you just say it to my face,” she suddenly spat at Phillips.

“I don’t have a problem with the way you work, I have a problem with your lack of performance,” he growled back.

“Excuse me?!”

“Admit it, ever since you got back from New York. You’ve gotten sloppy and distracted. You better give me a good reason why because I am about to sack you for all the bullshit you’ve been causing lately.”

Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. “You can’t fire me. You need me. I play way too big of a part in all of this. You don’t have the authority to fire me.”

Phillips sighs and shrugs, as if showing the obvious signs of defeat. “You’re right.” He nods towards Barnes with a glint in his eyes. “But I can fire him.”

Shit.

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“Watch me.”

“If you fire him, I resign.”

“Great, then I’ll make sure his sister doesn’t get a degree or a proper job for the rest of her life. Perhaps I can’t make your life miserable, but I certainly can make his.”

She was practically fuming with anger, her jaw clenching to a near breaking point while the other man in the room was looking quite uncomfortable with the tension in the room. She suddenly strutted towards Phillips and grabbed him by his collar, managing to lift his feet a few inches off the ground. The Colonel might be an intimidating and important man, but this time, his eyes betrayed him.

“If you think you can threaten people that I care about as easy as that, you must either be very stupid or not aware of what I’m capable of. Considering you’ve read my files, I’m going to call you stupid.”

Doctor Erskine had sprung up from his seat and put his hand on the dame’s arm. Bucky noticed that it was more in comfort rather than a warning. “Please let go of him,” he murmured loud enough for only them to hear, “He’s not worth it. You’re better than that.”

She turned her head and gave him a dead-serious look. “Am I?”

He gave her a warmhearted look. “Yes.”

There was a moment of unbroken silence before she finally dropped him. The Colonel quickly straightened his shirt and narrowed his eyes at her. His face was red with anger. “Now I know what this is all about. I had hoped you were smarter than that, but apparently, I was mistaken. You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

She didn’t answer.

He gave her a look that Bucky would almost describe as disgusted. “Get out of my tent. All of you!”

A/N

I am very sorry it's been so long. I haven't had any inspiration in a long while for any of my stories, but I wanted to get something out to you amazing people for being so supportive so I put on a Glenn Miller record and forced my fingers to type. I hope this chapter turned out reasonably acceptable. Thanks for your patience. I hope to update more often now.

[landofsomethingsomething]

ooo how about john trying to pull a prank on roxy but she either catches him in the act or pranks him back since shes been bffsies with jane for years and nothing surprises her anymore

Roxy woke to the sound of her phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand. Half awake and grumbling to herself, she flipped over onto her back, reached blindly out with one arm, and flopped her hand around like a dying fish until it connected with something hard and square and probably her phone. Somewhere nearby her on the bed, an indignant cat meowed a rebuke, and there was a distinct thud as the jostled animal fled. Roxy called out an apology to the affronted cat and simultaneously unlocked her phone with a quick swipe, held it up before her squinting eyes, and frowned. 

One notification, from John. A simple text containing one ominous emoji: 🎭. 

So. It was gonna be that kind of day, then. 

She didn’t bother to reply, but she did open it up so it’d mark as read on his end. Stew in that one for awhile, Egbert. She tossed her phone beside her on the bed, sat up, and stretched. Let’s do this, she thought, grinning. Another cat peered in from the bedroom door, green eyes blinking slowly. Roxy blinked slowly back. 

Phase one was easy; bedroom to bathroom. She kicked off the covers and swung her legs over the bed – and hopped lightly over the waiting tub of sopor slime plunked down on the floor, right where she’d normally be standing. No sweat. She took three steps toward the bathroom, ducked without even bothering to look, and easily cleared a roll of transparent plastic wrap fastened expertly between her vanity mirror and an old wizard clock taller than she was. Her favorite slippers (cats, of course) were discarded on the bathroom floor, kicked off before bed last night, and she bent and picked them up and carefully shook them out one by one. 

Nothing. She frowned, quirking an eyebrow. Bullshit. 

She felt around the plush soles, and – “Hah!” A telltale square chip, slid into the padding. She fished it out with a finger, shaking her head. “Got you,” she muttered, peering curiously at it. She pressed it between her fingers just to see what it would do.

The answer, apparently, was emit a pressure-trigged garbled tinny mishmash of meowing sounds through a miniscule speaker. Perfect. Laughing, she pocketed the device and continued to the toilet. Seat down. Suspicious. Behind her, a cat pranced into the room, eagerly anticipating its early morning toilet scritches. 

She went to one knee. With one hand, she gave the confused kitty the scritches it had come for, and with the other, she lifted the toilet seat, cringing back – but nothing happened. She examined every inch of the porcelain throne and found absolutely nothing, and in fact, was about to just go ahead and do her damn business already, when she thought to check the fucking toilet paper. 

Tinfoil. Not a tinfoil covered roll of toilet paper, oh no. Just a goddamn toilet paper shaped roll of tinfoil. She snorted. Went to the cabinet to pull a fresh one out. Found six more tinfoil toilet papers. Muttered a few choice oaths under her breath. 

Whatever. Who didn’t piss in the shower every once in awhile? He’d love hearing all about it, next time he was over in the morning. She pulled the tinfoil roll still up by the toilet out a bit and crinkled it, and Mr. Morning Bathroom Scritches happily took the bait, pawing at it. 

To the shower. She saw the device on the head plainly – he didn’t even try to hide it. Curious, she turned the water on just to see what would happen. 

Pink water shot out. Food dye? Probably. The little bastard had probably filled her hair shit with it, too. It was almost tempting to just use it – who had a problem with pink hair? But the truth was, she didn’t trust John’s choice of dye material. Besides, this shit was meant to turn all of her pink, obviously, not just the hair. 

– Actually, she was kind of tempted to just let that happen, too. 

Maybe later. 

She disabled the food coloring (or whatever) device and took a quick shower – and a long piss – and remembered at the last second to check the towels before yanking one off the rack. 

She lifted the edge of one, gingerly. 

It stained her fingertips pink. 

She laughed. 

The towel itself was already pink, of course, that was its natural state… all the easier to hide whatever the fuck this pink powder was all over it. And they were all like that, of course. Naturally. 

She stood in front of the mirror and resolved to air dry. It wasn’t that cold, anyway. Nothing in the hairbrush, but the blow dryer had what looked like the dessicated remains of a feather duster shoved up the barrel, so she set that down for another day. She’d make his enterprising ass pick them all out, later. Only fair. 

Back out and back under the wall of cellophane, and off to face the wardrobe. 

As it turned out, all her clothes were gone. Except her favorite dress. Which also happened to be his favorite dress. Which was a damn good dress, for like, a date. Not that it was horribly indecent – John wasn’t that kind of guy, which was usually charming – it was just, you know. Sequins. Ruffles. Showy. 

“I guess,” she said, pulling it off the hanger, “In Egbert land, prank day counts as a special occasion.” 

Another cat wound itself around her ankles, purring agreement. 

By the time she retrieved her phone, she had three more messages. Two were from John – the same emoji as before, but in greater numbers – and the third was Jane. Roxy opened that one eagerly. 

GG: Miss Roxy. GG: Might I inquire why, on this lovely spring morning, all of the clothing in my closet has been joined by what I can only describe as the most Roxy-like attire I have ever seen? TG: i would invite uTG: on this lovely spring morningTG: to ask ur fuckin son about that cause i guarantee you at this point he knows more than me GG: Oh my. GG: Prank day? TG: he was gonna turn me pink janeTG: pink from head to toeTG: pink dye pink powder and also he put a meow speaker in my meowcat slippersTG: might keep that one tbhTG: its p cuteGG: I gather from your phrasing that his dastardly efforts have been thus far unsuccessful. TG: hmmTG: actually not sure if i can trust you on thisGG: Roxy! TG: prank day is kind of an egbert AND crocker thing and u know thisGG: I cannot believe you would accuse me, your best friend, of collaborating with John to turn you pink. TG: the clothes ARE in your wardrobe apparentlyGG: And if I was in on this, why would I tell you so? TG: fuckTG: uhhhTG: idk but im sure theres a reasonTG: plots within plotsTG: wheels within wheelsTG: cats within catsTG: sec i gotta scritch a cat right fuckin nowGG: Of course. GG: Well. Since I am apparently suspect, I shall leave you to face your trials in peace. Please pick up these clothes in at least a halfway timely fashion, if you please. Closet space is an asset to be cherished, thank you very much. TG: pfft TG: u got like 15 closets all to yourself dont give me thatGG: Even so. TG: alright okayTG: if i survive this ill be by later maybeTG: maybe tomorrowTG: depends ;)GG: Not another word. GG: Tomorrow will be fine. Thank you. GG: And remember what I taught you. TG: he aint got me yetGG: Good. 

She pocketed her phone, checked her shoes five times for hidden gimmicks, found nothing, and sidestepped three buckets of glitter assembled above three separate doorways on her way out. He’d be cleaning all that up later, too, along with any cats who happened to inadvertently roll around in the glitter piles.

… After she took pictures.

The front door seemed strangely bereft of mischievous devices, and having found nothing, it was with some trepidation that she turned the knob and pushed the door open, squinting out into the daylight.

A series of loud pops and flashes nearly blinded her, as apparently an entire newsroom’s worth of photographers got to work snapping pictures. She recovered herself quickly – of course she did – and turned the arm she’d thrown up over her eyes into a dramatic wave, instead, swaying her hips as she descended the steps. The effect, she thought, was only magnified by the entourage of bounding cats spilling out around her.

“Are you serious!” John’s voice in the crowd, and then John himself, hovering up above it, arms crossed. “Not a single one?”

She waved her phone at him. “Not a one, and Janey’s already spilled the beans on where the clothes are, so you don’t even get to lord that one over me this time around.”

The cameras weren’t stopping – probably because the two of them were famous gods and the tabloids fuckin’ loved them, but whatever. She leapt up into the air and lunged after John, who made a not very sincere attempt to lunge away, only to be yanked back by Roxy’s fist bunched up in the back of his shirt. She spun him around in the air, laughing.

“What’s with all the pink, anyhow?” She elbowed him, and he caught her arm, trapping it in his. “First Jake with the blue, now you with the pink, is this kinda fetish a genetic thing I should know about?”

He wrinkled his nose – it was fucking adorable, actually – and stuck his tongue out at her. “It’s not like that,” he insisted. He was lifting her higher, high enough that the sound of the cameras was fading off into nothing. The boy did love to fly. She followed him up, smirking. “I was trying to pick something obnoxious, that you would hate, but also that you would secretly kind of like.”

“Pink kinda is my color,” she conceded.

“Exactly!”

“I liked the slippers.” She slipped the chip out of her pocket, holding it up. John laughed.

“Dirk made that just for you,” he said. “He said you’d find it, though. Guess he was right.”

She pressed the panel down and the tiny speaker erupted in heavily compressed meow-sounds, mingling with the wind. They were far, far up, now, with damp little wispy cloud trails swirling around them. “Hells of cute,” she said, waving it under his nose. He laughed and slipped an arm around her and shot up through the clouds, pulling her with him. It should have been cold up here, especially in the damn dress she was wearing, but godhood came with a number of pretty good perks.

“Tell you what,” she said, grinning, and he looked back at her curiously, eyebrows shooting up. “One day I’m gonna get you so good, you never try any of this prank day shit on me again.”

He scoffed at her. “Yeah right. That’s what they all say.”

She stopped cold in the air, and he drifted to a stop a few seconds later, looking down at her, hands on his hips. Curls of cloud stuff danced between them. Roxy grinned devlishly at him, darted forward, and –

“Hey!” John gasped, as she shot past and grabbed his legs, turning him over in the air. He reached up to grab her, missed, and she worked his shoes off with ease. “Knock it off!” He kicked at her, socked feet far too slow to actually connect, and she laughed a wild laugh and shoved him forward, somersaulting him in the air. “This is not a prank!” he insisted, righting himself and huffing at her, cheeks red. “It doesn’t count! Give me back those shoes.”

“Not a chance,” she said, sweetly, dropping them. He gasped, and predicably, he dove for them. Simultaneously, Roxy dove for him.

She caught him by the waistband as he went darting by, and momentum did the rest. He made an absolutely hilarious yelping sound, gave up on catching his shoes, and spun upward to witness her hovering above him, waving his pants in one hand like a flag.

“Roxy!” He shouted, flushing crimson. “Give those back, come on! This is not how pranking works!”

“Says you,” Roxy said, blowing him a kiss. “See you later! And remember: I love you very much.”

“Roxy, wait –”

He shot for her, but she was already gone, pants in hand, in a rush of wind and void. She laughed uproariously as the blue and white folded around her and changed abruptly to starry black.

Sucker.

[nautiscarader]

Kim Possible season 3 recap

And here is part 3 of my KP marathon notes. Obligatory thanks to @fereality-indy for encouraging me to watch this awesome show. 

So, what will happen this this time? Will Kim Possible save another kitten from a tree? Will Ron discover something better than nachos? Will Doctor Drakken release the Krakken? Will Shego puncture her ego? Will Lord Monkeyfist buy Club Banana just because he is bonkers? Will Duff Killigan finally score?

So, let’s see what’s the first big problem KP has to deal with!

Kim being alone on a Friday evening. Okay.

Also, amusingly, everyone is doing something on a Friday evening, including the villians. 

Motorhead turns out to be Drakken’s cousin. okay.

And people know the address of Draken’s lair bc of mailing list

See, it’s the little touches like those that make this show a very accurate portrayal of superheroes and villians. 

KP gets jealous of Ron’s friend in wheelchair because they spend too much time together playing video games, so she has to find a way to “fit in”.

Okay, so they can approach it in a sensible and subtle, or so-cringe-worthy-and-painful-the-skip-button-presses-itself way.

So, which did they choose?

painful it is

Few stupid scenes later, Draken STEALs THE WHEELCHAIR FROM A DISABLED KID

shego: what’s next, stealing lolipop from a baby?

and there is a brilliant running joke about it

is it ableist to say that a joke about disabled person is “running”? Well, this is tumblr you gotta be carfeul

Anyway, turns out that Drakken and Jake the Dog make an actual competent combo, even though they end up in prison. And momma Lipski is still clueless about her son’s profession

Next ep: KIM CHANGED HER HAIR! and she looks cute

Ron is a pickle, but that’s normal

Draken and shego steal moodulators (get it?) from random scientist #464

Shego: if you are so smart why do you always steal instead of inventing things yourself

Draken: it’s called outsourcing, shego

God d amit, that is a smart show. 

And of course moodultaors accidentally fall on KP and SHego, so they act random throughout the day. And boy it is weird when it’s set to loveskick

Shego: steals lolipop from a baby for Drakken because she luvs him

KP turns into  a proper stalker mode for her Ronnie

And Monique is completely fine with it. 

and then kim KISSED him!!!

OMG NOSEBLEED

And then poor Ron has no idea what to do with dating KP so suddenly, and the whole scene where he debates what to do is absolute gold with a punchline that defies expectations. 

Draken and Shego go on a date and boy it is weird. SHE CATWALKS TO HIM

I can already see Disney censors thinking when it’s going to be too much for The Mouse

and kim’s dad threatens to send ron to a black hole when he takes her on a date

Also the random professor wants to sell his no-longer-existent moodulaTors on auction and he thinks about blaming it on the mail. You know, i’ve seen some approaches how to handle a world where superheroes/villians/geniuses live in our society (like in BNHA, for example), but KP so far makes it the best approach, because it makes them so relatable. 

And boy the finale is satisfying because everything completely backfires

Shego and KP got stuck in an anGry mode, and chase their boys. Ron tries to hide in the same place as drakken

Drakken: Dibs!

Ron: Double dibs!

Drakken: all right, you won with your superior dib-calling (ACTUAL QUOTE)

And the day is saved thanks to the power of friendship and not that Kp and ron are definitely in love with each other

KP, Ron, Drakken and Shego somehow manage to get into Tv, where they visit parodies of famous shows

Honestly, meh. I remember a similar episode of Teen Titans, that one was funny as heck.

and then we find out who’s the real villian of the middleton high: THE SCARY LIBRARIAN!

And turns out Ron accidentally put a book Kim rented in his backpack, causing her to get into trouble doing library duties. 

So he goes on a mission to revisit all of the bad guys they fought to see where he might have left it

Okay: calling it now, it’s still in his backpack

Shego: Where’s Possible?

Ron: She’s not my girlfriend!

Shego: Never said she was. 

And Ron accidentally saves the world on that book hunt

Lord Monkey:Ron Stoppable!

Ron: You’re the only one, who remembers my name, I respect that

Okay, so Wade can make stuff invisible. Like, how?

And there we go: the book it was in his backpack all the time. 

Oh, and Ron takes a book from Lord Monkeymonkey contaning a spirit of a monkey demon.

And he returns to the library, saving Kim from being bored to death by retunring the book. 

GUESS WHICH ONE HE RETURNED.

Oh, it was another half-episode. Weird. 

And the next one is about giant bugs. Interesting how Kim tells Ron not to be afraid of bugs, and next moment she’s all squirmish while Ron befriends a giant roach and calls him Roachie. 

KP: Ron, did you start working on the project? it was supposed to be autobiographical

ron: No, I’m waiting for it to write itself.

WE MIGHT GET RUFUS’ BACKSTORY!

Oh, and Drakken tried to take over the world with shampoo. Honestly, it’s funny as heck

he tries smarty mart to sell it

he even makes loreal-style ad, but it doesn’t sell

so he tries product placement in a hip hop song, and the artists is like “Aw, hell no”

And then 

and then

turns out that Shego and Drakken are having karaoke night every friday.

God dammit, i don’t know why but that is beyond funny

and turns out that Drakken can sing. 

and shego points out that he could sing about the shampoo

so he goes to an american idol

And I think I realise what really makes it funny: Kp is barely in this episode, helping ron with homework. No evil-doing is actually done, we only get to see, for the most part what goes behind the scenes of an evil plan that is so insanely and unnecessary convoluted it is beyond belief. 

OH, AND kp GETS TO RIVAL HIM ON STAGE, OF COURSE.

people hypnotised by the shampoo so far: one (1) random henchman

one (1) old TV producer in a sauna 

one (1) Simon Cowell

And...holy shit, his song is actually good. 

And instead of KP, who is busy fighting the mean lean green machine, Ron sings about Rufus. The song is titled “Naked Mole Rap”. And it is FREAKING PHENOMENAL.

Oh, add one (1) Shego to the list. 

Okay, so far that is the most crazy episode. Like, seriously, the quality was through the roof.

SCRATCH THAT NEXT EP is EVEN WEIRDER

So, the Team Impossible, which we have learned about in the movie, is angry at KP for saving the world for free, whereas they actually charge people for it. 

And they try to cut Kim from all of her world-traveling assets and knock her out of competition.

THAT IS FUCKING V ILE

And they hack Wade

AND TURNS OUT YOU DON’T FUCK WITH WADE

YOU DON’T CUT THEIR INTERNET CABLES OF A NERD

SINCE THIS IS ONE WAY TO MAKE AN OBESE SUPER GENIOUS  WALK OUT OF THEIR ROOM

AND HE LOOKS SO FREAKING BAD-ASS WHEN HE STORMS INTO THEIR HEADQUATERS

aaand TI is defeated the same way they would have been defeated had they answered the call. 

Pretty funny, and it does go into the details of how on Earth superheroes work in this world. 

And we have another episode about the secret ninja high school Ron was sent to 

And Yori travels to US for Ron 

And Kim is super jelaus

Wade: Kim, you are jelly

Kim: So not

Monique: You are jelly 

Kim: So not

Kim: *is jelly*

So she pretty much stalks Ron all the way to the school, and nearly fails the mission of trying to save the levitating magical jedi principal. Seriously, he’s OP as fuck.

And he’s escaping from a huge monkey. turns out it’s crazy dna lady who turned herself  into monkey for Lord Britishmonkey. 

Next episode is bascially one huge satire on the movie industry, down to the title (”and The mole rat will be CGI”). KIm and Ron accidentally crash a movie set, after Senior Senior Junior crashes it first since he accidentally applied for a role of a henchman in said movie. 

It was supposed to be set in Britian, but the movie set was in New Zealand, since “it was cheaper”

And I was like 

Is that a “Lord of The rings” joke? Someone tell me if I’m right.

Oh, and we have another long episode WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE IS ANOTHER MOVIE?

And it looks like it’s a three-part episode again, I wonder if the formula’s gonna work again. 

The beginning feels like a short promo scene for people who might not know what KP is about, and I’m not gonna lie, this sums it up perfectly. Action, drama, explosions, more drama, goofy ron, naked mole rat kicking ass and more drama. By the way, what;s the title? 

I guess the intro is an homage to the James Bond ones, with lots of colourful, surreal visuals floating in the background to the soothing, slow music. Love it, too bad it’s short, but again, it had to fit an episode’s running time.

 wait so the Nakasumi president CAN speak English? Even the movie calls him wacky for whispering all the time as if he couldn’t. 

Okay, now the movie just fucks with us. 

mr and mrs possible almost switch their cloaks with important documents, but she switches them back just at the last moment

mr posible ALMOST deletes his work file worth three billion dollars but undos it at the last moment.

it’s like the plot TRIES to start itself

And I bet the key is under the doormat

So the dating drama IS going to be the theme of the movie, huh. 

Wade: Drakken has been spotted in the Bermuda triangle

Bermuda triangle: *turns out to be a hotel*

And Ron just happened to have his suit under the scuba diving gear.

Shego proves to be once again, way more competent than Drakken.

and we have obligatory fight between two kickass ladies in dresses and high heels. This IS a James Bond movie. 

So, the prom drama continues, and it is sadly kinda goes into the cringe territory, with some new dude falling in love with Kim and Kim falling for him, Ron feeling sad, they both being conflicted, yep, seen it. 

But for once Drakken helps the cause and moves the plot forward, stealing some super project from dr Possible.

he deletes the file like he did in the opening, but GASP drakken has some mind reading machine

I do wonder if the coat switcheroo is going to be part of the plot. 

Holy shit

Drakken’s plan is so crazy that it actually makes sense. Take over the buneo nachos and put kiddy meals in it with robot toys that take over the world. And neither kim nor Shego could have forseen it. 

And more prom drama. Ugh. 

I always like when Possible family work together to stop the evil-doers.

So Drakken’s plan was brilliant, minus the part when the entire army of robots shuts down when the signal goes off-line. Kinda a major fuck-up. 

And they kindapped Kim’s boyfriend to lure her.  

OH, SO HE WAS A SYNTH ROBOT

I genuinely didn’t see that coming. 

Drakken learns Ron’s name, yeah! And it’s shot like Drakken’s yelling a curse to the skies, love it. 

Also, HOLY SHIT, Kim kicks Shego into the tower so hard it looks like she was about to kill her. Like, that was genuinely chilling moment, especially with an ominous, lightning-filled close-up onto her later.

Spoiler: she didn’t die. 

Okay, colour me confused: I didn’t think that Kim and Ron were going to kiss and start dating now, I thought this movie was going to be one huge prequel to a movie by the end of S4. Or more precisely, it feels weird NOW, knowing that there is a whole season ahead of me. Cos that felt like a pretty good end of a series, something akin to the Last Airbender one, so I’m slightly concerned how it’s going to be played into season 4, cos this can go haywire pretty easily. 

Uh, not going to lie, I’ve got mixed feelings about the movie. On one hand, it gave us a proper evil plan from Drakken, one that attacks Kim psychologically, showing that for once, he DID his homework and actually studied Kim’s behaviour. On the other, the prom/dating drama is kinda painful to watch, but fortunately gets resolved in the end. Maybe it’s just me, but I had the same expression as Rufus when he and Ron said that guys don’t talk about feelings. It felt kinda clumsy and not subtle at all, and what’s worse, the show itself did way better job of portraying romance in previous episodes, most notably the moodulator one. But as I said, those last few scenes with Ron and Kim fighting together does make up for it. 

also, Rufus once again is the unspoken hero. He did so freaking much, including, but not limited to: saving ron from the tentacle monster, freeing kim and ron, defeating the synth boyfriend, pushing Kim and Ron together... He really is a badass.    

So, not a bad one, though I preferred the first movie. Also, on the whole Season 3 was significantly shorter than second. Wonder what’s gonna happen in the next season.  

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Family Matters: Part 7

Pairings: Chibs x Reader

Warnings: Mention of (canon) character death, swearing, fluff, angst.

Word Count: 4,629

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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“Where’d it go?” you asked in a sing-song voice as you looked at Thomas with a shocked face. “Where’s the block?” He looked down at the blanket you had hidden the block under and an adorable scowl crossed his face. He grabbed the blanket in his chubby fist and ripped it back. “There it is!” You cheered. He smiled and bounced up and down as he held on to the couch in your living room for balance. You heard your phone ding as Thomas handed you back the blanket. He put his lips together and made a ‘mmm’ sound as if he were trying to say ‘more.’

“Hang on, baby.” You said as you got up to answer the door quickly. “Let’s see who is visiting us today.” You heard a soft plop followed by the loud scrambling of limbs as he crawled after you as quickly as he could. You pulled open the door and your brow furrowed as Ally Lowen walked up your walkway. “Well, well. Fancy seeing you here.” She smiled as Thomas used your jeans to pull himself up to stand next to you.

“My God, look how big he’s gotten.” She said. Thomas looked at her and his eyes grew wide with panic. He shook his head rapidly and looked up at you, pleadingly as he reached with one hand to be picked up.

“We don’t like strangers right now.” You laughed as you picked him up and put him on your hip; draping his leg over your small 4 months along baby bump. “What’s going on?” She held up a thick folder and gave you a tight lipped smile.

“There’s a couple things but this was dropped off at my office this morning. You need to see it.” You nodded and stepped back into the house to let her in.

“Want anything to drink? Water is the go to option but I have juice, milk, or beer, if you prefer.” She laughed as you closed the door and pointed her in the direction of your toy covered living room.

“No, thanks. I won’t be long.” You both sat down and she sighed. “So a few things happened in the last couple days. First, Tara’s life insurance policy has been paid out to you.” She said as she pulled out a check from the folder in her hand and handed it to you. You blanched as you looked at the $500,000 dollar check in your hand.

“Jesus Christ.” Lowen nodded as Thomas picked up the block off the couch. Knowing his goal was to whack you with it to get your attention back on him, you took it from him; much to the boy's disliking. “Keep talking, I’m listening.” You said as you got up and walked into the kitchen to get a cheese stick to distract the child in your arms before he had a meltdown.

“This next one is a tough one so you may want to sit down for it.” You took a deep breath as you pulled open the cheese stick with your teeth and walked back into the living room. You nodded as you sat down and handed Thomas the snack.

“Alright… just… go.”

“Jax has signed full custody over to you and he’s pushing for you and your husband to sign adoption papers.” Despite knowing it was coming, tears welled in your eyes. He had only come by a handful of times in the two and a half months since Tara had passed away. You nodded as Ally continued. “He also signed over the house, the car, his half of Teller-Morrow and his part of Red Woody and Diosa to you and Filip.” The news hit you like a freight train and you leaned back against the couch. Ally shook her head and gave you a winced smile. “I’m not done.” You groaned as you sat up again. She flipped open the folder and grabbed the top group of papers.

“This morning, Gemma’s lawyer dropped this off. Apparently, she has also signed everything over to you and Filip as well under the same ‘half-goes to Thomas’ condition Tara had. Included is the pay out for Clay’s life insurance to Thomas, her father’s property and assets, their bank accounts and safety deposit boxes. Thomas is also the sole beneficiary of Gemma’s life insurance policy… both worth two million dollars.” Your eyes shot open wide and you froze as she held out the papers to you. You shook your head and opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

“What the fuck is going on?” You asked after a minute of silence as you finally took the papers from her.

“I don’t know. I just knew you needed to see this quickly.” You nodded as you looked at the suddenly heavy stack of papers in your hand.

“What else do you have?” You asked as you pointed at the folder. You heard the sound of your garage opening as Lowen shook her head.

“Adoption papers and the legal documents for all of Jax’s property.”

“Blue jay?” Chibs called out as he walked into the kitchen.

“Babe… you need to hear this…” You could hear his pace quicken slightly as he came out into the living room. You grabbed the checks, put them on the stack of papers from Gemma’s lawyer and handed them to him as you nodded at Ally.

“Tara’s life insurance paid out to (Y/N). That’s the check on top. The second check is Clay’s paid out to Thomas alone.” He whistled as he looked at it while she finished her speech. “The papers are from Gemma’s lawyer. Both her and Jax signed over all of their assets to you and (Y/N) including Teller-Morrow.” Chibs head whipped up to look at Lowen. She nodded as she grabbed the second stalk of papers. “Jax is also signing over full custody and pushing for adoption immediately.” Chibs sank down onto the arm of the couch slowly as he looked over at you. Ally’s phone started ringing and she gave you a small smile. “I’ll just be out front while you two talk.”

“Did ye know about this?” He asked you as he put down the papers and took Thomas who was grunting and reaching for him. You shook your head as you picked the papers up.

“I knew about Jax but I did not know about Gemma.” The two of you sat in stunned silence staring at each other as you tried to wrap your heads around what was going on. After a few minutes, you heard the front door open and you turned toward it as Jax walked in.

“Shit… I meant to get here to tell you before Lowen showed up.”

“Jackson… did you know Gemma signed over everything to us as well?” You asked as you held up the papers. “Including her and Clay’s life insurance policy’s and all of her dad’s things?” His brow furrowed as he did a double take.

“Wait, she what?” You nodded as he walked over and took the papers from you.

“Yea. Apparently, Chibs and I now own Teller-Morrow and two extra parts of Diosa and Red Woody. On top of that we just gained a son that is a multi-millionaire and he isn’t even 9 months old yet, five cars, four bank accounts, three houses, a motorcycle and a partridge in a pear tree.”

“Jackie boy… are ye sure that’s what ye want?” Jax nodded as he walked around the couch and sat down where Ally had been few minutes before. It broke your heart to watch Thomas actually shy away from his blood father, hiding himself slightly under Chibs’ arm.

“They called for a Mayhem vote.” Your brow furrowed in confusion as Chibs swore. “I told them the truth. Look, I know where Gemma is. She’s up in Oregon visiting her dad. That means she’s at her dad’s house. The nursing home called Tara’s phone lookin’ for her because she was the key conservator. I’m out one way or another, so I’m gunna handle Gem while you push the Mayhem vote unanimously.” You looked at Chibs as tears filled his eyes.

“No… I won’t…”

“You have to and you know it.” He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair. “I can’t go on without her. I can’t raise him without her. You two are my two closest friends; my only family. Give him the life I can’t. Send him to college like Tara wanted. Run the MC using legitimate businesses. I have been setting this shit up for months for him and for you.” He said as he pointed to his son. You finally realized exactly what he was saying and tears began to fall down your cheeks.

“Jax…” You whispered as you reached out and took his hand. You shook your head but he cut you off before you could say anything.

“I have to. I can’t go on without her. I’m lost without Tara. This is the best thing for everyone here.” He squeezed your hand and put his other one on Chibs’ knee. “Sign the papers. Change his last name to yours. Tell him all about Tara but I want you to promise me that you will not let him see me in a good light. I am a monster; I know it, I accept it. He needs to know that to scare him away from the life. Run TM and SAMCRO as legitimate businesses. Please. I am literally begging you.” You covered your face with your free hand as tears poured from your eyes. You knew there was no talking Jax out of this. He had made up his mind.

“A’right, Jackson.” You pulled Jax toward you as you stood up and he wrapped you in a tight hug as you began to sob.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. You shook your head as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I love you… so much.” He nodded as he kissed your neck; his own tears falling rapidly on your shoulder.

“I love you too, (Y/N). Thank you for everything you have done for me my whole life.” You nodded as you pulled back and cupped his cheeks in your hands.

“I promise y-you… I will raise him as my own. And I will make damn sure that he ends up a doctor or some fancy lawyer for you.” He huffed a laugh as you brushed his tears away with your thumbs. He leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss before pulling back and resting his forehead against yours. The two of you stood there silently for a moment and cried; speaking volumes of things you couldn’t voice.

“Take care of both of them.” He said as he pulled away from you. You nodded and took Thomas… your son as Chibs stood up.

“I won’t promise ‘e will know ye as a monsta… but ‘e will know the good nd the bad that ye did. Let him form ‘is own opinion. I will promise ta raise ‘im out of the club best I can.” Jax nodded as the two men hugged; holding on a little longer than typical before pulling away with loud slaps on the back.

“Sign the adoption papers and the name change now; Lowen has them all ready written up. I gotta go take care of my end. When you’re done here, go have Chapel at Red Woody and do the Mayhem vote honestly. I’ll be back in town tomorrow.” Chibs nodded as Jax looked at the two of you. He tearfully reached for his son, who went willingly. “I love you, Thomas.” He whispered as he kissed the little boys forehead. He lingered for only a moment before handing him back to you. “I’ll send Lowen in.” He headed for the door as your tears started falling once more.

“Jax…” He turned back to look at you with tears in his eyes. You nodded at each other and he turned and walked out the door without another word. Chibs immediately wrapped you and your son in his arms as the two of you stood there and cried; saying silent good-byes to your best friend.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but I have to get going soon.” Ally said as she stepped back inside. You nodded as you stepped back and sat down. Chibs cleared his throat and pulled out a pair of reading glasses.

“Jus’ show us where ta sign.”

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“How the hell did this bitch get anything done in this shit storm?” You slammed the filing cabinet you were looking through closed and growled. “Chucky! Get in here!” You sat down in the desk chair in the Teller-Morrow office as you pulled open the bottom drawer. You tried to lean around your giant stomach as Chucky walked in.

“Yea, boss.” You scowled up at him and shook your head.

“Don’t call me boss. I need two things. 1) A freaking giant ass fan because I am hot and pregnant and really pissy. 2) I need all the incoming invoices for the shop and the club for the last year. We are going digital here because I am not dealing with these damn hunks of metal anymore.” You snapped as you kicked the drawer closed.

“Yes ma’am!” He said as he quickly walked out the door.

“Don’t call me ma’am either!”

“Hey, grouchy.” Chibs said as he leaned against the door frame to your office. You scowled at him.

“Don’t start.” He chuckled as he came into the office.

“Ye need to go ‘ome, love. This ‘eat is makin’ ya miserable.” You rolled your eyes as you went back to looking for the invoices in an attempt to get Teller-Morrow running more efficiently.

“Yea, well we inherited an absolute shit show for a company and someone…” You were cut off as Chibs took a hold of your hands, removed them from the path of the drawer and closed it.

“‘ome, air-conditionin’, ice cream in bed. Le’s go.” You growled despite the fact that his idea sounded absolutely heavenly at that moment.

“I hate rational you right now.” You said as you bent down to grab your bag. You felt a sudden ‘pop’ and a rush between your legs and you sighed. “Oh, you couldn’t fucking wait until I got ice cream in bed could you, you little shit.” You looked up at Chibs and held out your hands. He cocked his eyebrow at you and your face deadpanned. “Water just broke. Want me to just have her here?”

“Jus’ as impatient as ‘er mother.” Chibs chuckled as he took ahold of your hands and pulled you out of the chair.

“Yea, I hope that’s not a sign.” You groaned as you got up right. You stood there for a moment as a contraction gripped your stomach before you scoffed. “Can you find Chucky and tell him to nix the fan and order me a new chair.” Chibs laughed as you grabbed a hold of his arm so he could help you awkwardly down the step.

“Aye. I will let ‘im know, love.” He walked you over to the blue Honda CRV that used to belong to Tara you decided to keep. You got into the passenger seat as a second contraction hit and your growled; twisting Chibs’ leather kutte in your fist as you grit your teeth against the pain.

“OK… really impatient. Can ya get in the fucking car, please?” You released your grip on his kutte as he put your seatbelt on with a chuckle. “I don’t know why you think this is funny. This is not fucking funny, Filip.” He shut the door and jogged around the front of the car still laughing.

“Ye get cute when yer angry, m'love. Can’t ‘elp but laugh… Chucky! Lock up at close; baby’s comin’.” Chucky, with his awkward eBay plastic hands, gave a weird ‘OK’ symbol and looked down at the fan he was carrying.

“Tell him to put that in my office still. I need to get better AC in there.” Chibs laughed and passed on your message before getting in the car as another contraction hit. “God, fuck this sucks.” You said through grit teeth as you tried to maneuver in your seat to find some sort of comfortable position. “You’re getting a vasectomy. I am absolutely never doing this again.”

“Yes, m'love.” He said dismissively as he headed out of the parking lot toward the hospital. The 10 minute drive felt like it took 50 years and your contractions felt like they were nearly right on top of each other. You kept a death grip on the leather of Chibs’ kutte so you didn’t hurt him as he gently rubbed your leg and reminded you to breathe as best as he could. Once you pulled into the ER drop off, Chibs ran in to get a wheelchair.

“She wants out and she wants out, now!” You cried as two nurses rushed out with him. They scrambled to get you inside as your husband rushed to park the car. As they wheeled you down the hall, with Chibs jogging to catch up, you honestly thought you were about to die. “For fucks sake, move faster!”

It felt like an absolute whirlwind. The doctor on call was paged as you were brought into a room. You told both nurses in a vernacular as colorful as your arms that your little girl was coming and both of them told you you had time.

“Do somethin’!” Chibs shouted as he looked at the two women at the door.

“W-w-we’re just students…” The one said. You heard your husband swear as you grabbed his arm.

“Filip, it’s now. It’s right now.” You panted as the need to push became unbearable.

“Shoulda just dun it me self at the shop.” He growled as he ripped his sleeves up, sending the buttons of his shirt flying. “Push when ye need ta, love.” You nodded and pulled your knees back to your chest.

“Wait! You can’t…” The second nursing student said. Her words were cut off by an almost inhuman screech as you pushed with everything you had.

You had dealt with pain before. You had been stabbed twice and broken a few bones as a kid but the pain of child birth surpassed all of those experiences by a long shot. You heard nothing but the blood pounding in your ears; muffling your husband’s words of encouragement, the nervous shrieking of the students and the doctor that arrived just a little too late. White, hot pain ricocheted through your body for a few seconds as you gripped the backs of your thighs so tight, you drew blood. Thankfully, your impatient little girl made your life real easy because after the first long push, you were done.

“Well that’s something you don’t see every day.” The doctor said as Filip wrapped his daughter in his shirt since everyone else in the room was a little too stunned to get him a receiving cloth.

“Do I ‘ave ta finish yer job for ya, too?” He shouted as his daughter’s loud cries filled the room. The man’s face reddened slightly as he grabbed a pair of gloves. You followed the doctor’s instructions with only half your attention. The other half was falling even more in love with your husband as he held his tiny little girl in his arms.

“We have to get her…” the nurse said as she reached for your daughter as the nursing students came over and attempted to clean you up a bit.

“Back. Off. I delivered ‘er; I can clean ‘er up. Bring the shit ‘ere.” The nurse shrank away as Chibs walked over to the bed. “Welcome ta the world, Miss Elizabeth Grace.” He gently laid her across your chest and sat down on the bed next to you. With a smile he gave you a chaste kiss and brushed your sweat dampened hair off your face. “Ye did amazing, love.” You giggled as you looked up at him.

“Me? Baby, you just delivered our daughter in less than twenty minutes.”

“Aye. That’s ‘ow we do parentin’.” You laughed as you looked down at the most beautiful little girl in the world.

“We are pretty bad ass parents. Speaking of… we should probably call Nita and tell her we are gunna be a little late tonight.” Chibs laughed as the nurse brought in a portable scale, some bathing supplies, diapers and blankets. Not two seconds later, Margret Murphy came in. You could tell by the look on her face she was not only stunned but appalled.

“I heard you two are causing quite the fuss in my hospital today.” You shrugged as Chibs took Elizabeth and brought her over to clean her up. “I am so, so sorry…”

“Hey, not your fault. Filip was a medic in the British Army so I got lucky.” She nodded as she waved the nurse out. The woman wrote down the weight and length of your daughter and left the room quickly. Margret looked at your perfect little angel and smiled.

“What’s her name?”

“Elizabeth Grace. ‘er sister, Donna ‘nd Tara’s middle names.” Margret looked up at Chibs with a smile and nodded in approval.

“She would have liked that.” He nodded back as he swaddled his baby girl expertly.

“Aye, they both would’a. We figured we’d honor the woman who brought us together and the woman who lost her life too soon and gave us our son.” Margret nodded with tears in her eyes.

“I’ll let you two have some time. If you need anything at all, call me personally.” She said as she pulled a business card out of her pocket and put it on the table. You thanked her as she took one last look at the baby before leaving.

“OK, gimmie!” You said as you reached for Elizabeth. “You get to make a bunch of phone calls.” He laughed as he passed Elizabeth back to you.

“And this will be a fun story ta tell.”

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“You are absolutely not carrying me over the threshold.” You said as you stood in front of your new house with newborn Lizzie in your arms. The new house had finally closed when you were in the hospital and Chibs had every member of the MC working around the clock to move everything out of your old house, and the few things you kept from Tara’s and Gemma’s old houses before you sold them into the new, bigger one.

“‘Tis tradition for a new house, love.” Your husband claimed as he held Tommy’s hands while the little boy ran around him in circles. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“You drop us and I will kill you.” Chibs smiled as he grabbed ahold of Tommy and picked him up.

“Listen ta yer mum; thinkin’ I would dare drop ‘er.” He said as he carried the little boy into the house. He handed him off to Lyla, who was inside for the ‘Welcome home’ party before walking back out to you with a smile. “Drop ye on ye head, knock some sense in ta ye, love.” You squealed as he picked you up in his arms, a little awkwardly since you couldn’t hold on to him and carried you inside. You shook your head and laughed as he set you down in the entry way of the house.

“You guys did a great job in here.” You said as you looked around at the guys in the MC. The house was beautiful; 5 bedroom, 4.5 bathrooms, large rooms and a pool with a waterfall slide in the huge fenced in backyard. It was in the same neighborhood as Gemma’s house used to be.

“Aye, they did.” He kissed you on the forehead with a smile. “Welcome ‘ome, m'love.” You smiled as people started coming over to congratulate you on the new house and the newest addition to the SAMCRO family.

“I bet you twenty bucks I can jump from the top of the rocks into the pool with my eyes closed.” You heard Half-Sack say to Kozik. You whipped your head around, mid-sentence as you were talking to Happy and his current fling and scowled.

“You break your damn neck and make my house insurance go up and I will kill you.” Sack smiled as Kozik laughed.

“Oh, it’s on!” Everyone laughed as the two men ran outside and the group followed after them, finally leaving the front hall of your home. No matter how many times you tried to help; setting up food on the long family dinner table that you kept from Gemma, or getting more drinks for the coolers out of the garage, Lyla or one of the many croweaters and Red Woody porn stars would stop you and shoo you away.

“It’s your welcome home house warming party. Enjoy it.” One of the girls finally said as she led you back outside for the hundredth time. “You’re Queen Bee now, after all.” Your brow furrowed at the reality you hadn't really realized yet; despite technically having the unofficial title for almost 7 months since Jax’s suicide. You looked around at the guys of the MC and everyone that was part of the SAMCRO family and nodded.

“Yea… I guess I am…” You sat there for a moment, watching everyone enjoy the pool and the house as Bobby cooked burgers and hot dogs on the grill, thinking about that statement. Not even three years ago, the people that were in your back yard didn’t even know you were back in town. In the past three years, you had lost friends and family. Your world had been turned upside down, chewed up and spit out more times than you could count. There had been jail time and down time, hiding and chaos; blood shed and new blood gained… but somehow your large family had managed to come out on top. Now here you were, the same little girl that just wanted to be a part of something bigger but as the President’s old lady; a seat you never even dreamed of claiming.

“Ye alright love?” You looked up at Chibs as he brushed his pool drenched hair out of his face and wiped the water from his eyes.

“Thinking… I was just called the Queen Bee.” He nodded as he lit a cigarette. You snagged it from him, grateful you could enjoy a smoke again and continued. “It’s weird… I never expected to be at the top; it was never really something I wanted. It’s fun to be in charge but the people we lost to get us here…” He sighed and nodded as he lit himself another cigarette.

“Bitter sweet pill ta swallow.” you nodded as he sat down on the chair next to you. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, watching Ope slide down the slide with Thomas (in his little life jacket) on his lap. You smiled as Ope held him in the air as they plunged into the deep end of the pool. Your son screamed happily and demanded ‘more’ as he reached for anyone to take him down the slide again.

“I hate every thing and everyone we had to lose to get here.” You said as you laid your head on Chibs’ shoulder. “But I am so glad our family made it to the other side safely.” He nodded and put his arm around your shoulder as Tig took Thomas down the slide again.

“Aye. ’Tis all I ever wanted; me family safe.”

Aesthetic by @sorenmarie87

[glopratchet]

lecture-notes

"Gorram, I'm not even going to have a fight with you! You're just going to get yourself killed and that's it! Now come on in here and let me help you…" You enter the place and see a couple of guys huddled up in an office area Odd wad's alligator delivery service One is holding his face in pain while another one has blood coming out of his nose Alligator ribs - an alligator hunting fantasy come true? "Oh no, I didn't mean to hurt anyone…I swear! " he says as you approach him "Hey hold on, what happened? Did something happen? And where are your friends? The guy looks at his friend who seems pretty distraught about everything Alligator ribs - an alligator hunting fantasy come true? - para-gator creation or is it cromagnon? "Tell him Don! " the guy who got punched says "Tell me what? " you ask getting annoyed at all the mystery and silly voices you're hearing today Create a new market for gator ribs You look at Don while he takes a small piece of wood and shoves it in his mouth and begins chewing You didn't know anyone did that anymore except your grandpa who creaks whenever he moves Create a new market for gator ribs - para-gator creation or is it cromagnon? Some one makes an order- butter and bacon, hold the butter, hold the bacon After spitting out the splintered nasty tasting thing Don begins to weave his tale: "Well after last night Linda and I went out to see that 'Lasers and Legends' concert near the old highway Didn't get home until late because we kept on walking around several hours listening to songs Cool country music isn't legal in Grandma's opinion Some one makes an order- butter and bacon, Hello, i'm billy fae bots u -- the real outlaw country music! "So did a lot of drinking? " you ask already getting where this is going "Nope, we weren't old enough to get in so we didn't even try Stupid right? Someone should make a law to stock country music in public schools…and gas stations, it's not like they don't got the room! Yeah - somewhere in Texas… i'm billy fae botsu -- the real outlaw country music! I love cows "Uh huh, " you say not really interested in his story "Any way after I finished getting my stuff from Mom's car, I drove off to Linda's house and that's where we were sitting…" he says and points over to the corner where two girls sit quietly with the one with long black hair being a little sobber I love cows! There are so beautiful it's like staring into Maybelline and Covergirl's eyes as they enhance their exquisite features with the magical makeup they have dreamt up for you… This one goes out to all the pretty, pretty princesses Those two had been slightly quiet but wanted to be included in the retelling of events so now all three are chiming in and speaking over each other You know that they're gonna come to blows soon…and not in a good way There are so beautiful, Here is an alligator out in the bayou eating a fisherman- serves him right for trespassing Best place for all you biker and redneck friends out there Hey y'all, all ya gotta do is whistle! "Okay STOP! " you yell cupping your hands around your mouth "Don't anyone talk anymore or I'm gonna go back to the truck and having my pancakes at Denny's! The three of them shut up immediately Even heard a few sniffles Here is an alligator out in the bayou eating a fisherman- serves him right for trespassing Not so beautiful - a stomping ground for all you country folks "I gotta go so if you remember anything that's helpful, write it down on this pad and give it to the big guy there And with that said you head out of the gates None of them try to stop you this time Not so beautiful- a stomping ground for all you country folks There are only two things an alligator is afraid of and thats you or another alligator Yeah they stopped being funny A LONG time ago Thanks for reading guys, next collumn will be up on Christmas probably December is a slow month Cya all then! I want the world to eat more alligator and less cow and while your at it, make collumns funnier! I want the world to eat more alligator and less cow, Can you help? All you have to do is send a one time donation to me and I can provide the world with funny collumns by mail Yes dear reader I am a collumnist it's a strange job that can never truly be mastered Ok, maybe I'm not as funny in person but still it would be nice if you could make a small payment to keep me writing horrible puns like the one above Send all Memorial Day discounts to jlopez@xxxxx edu FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER: @absolomb BLOG PARTNER: "TBLO Productions" Hunters must go outstanding orders first then sportsmen, but the ones I get to fill are freshwater fishing licenses, habitat assessments, hunting distate lands act and licenses for outfitter guides and outfitters Hunters must go outstanding orders first then sportsmen, The best hunting simulation in the world viewthis The best hunting simulation in the world! Get meat and the story of the kill belongs to you Otherwise it belongs to the South African government Always be honest with the game wardens and wildlife referees and things will run smoe The quotas are usually 5 nyala, 10 bushbuck, 3 wildebeest, 2 warthog, and 1 eland and 3 zebra per hunt I offer many different hunts on 5 exclusive properties so don't worry; there will be plenty of shooting HUNTING OPPORTUNITIES 2007 Get meat and the story of the kill belongs to you Assets are hosted on itch from here on out at least until I finish the 3d version of everything This was also necessary to get this game made as quick as possible See my plan, I did an extremely basic website and avoid as much advertising to make it easier on my parents and in the future myself once I'm old enough No click fraud from bots or anything for that matter Now how are we going to play this? I did this all with the up most respect and I hope you do too io from here on out at least until I finish the 3d version of everything I see a man in armor of a repel skin, obvious from the palm fronds on it that this man comes from the inland forests However his eyes display to me he isn't from these lands originally W hat is this man doing here? The sword on his hip speaks of danger as does the hard look in his eyes These aren't the eyes of a traveler and this wilderness isn't safe; there are many dangerous things here I see a man in armor of a repel skin, He has a lance New orders are appearing all the time Ka-boom goes there is another tiny explosion as I seal up my made with thick plastic This will keep it water tight; this thing will be able to float around in a pool if it had too or something similar at least It's about the size of a small pillow now "Wrap it up! " someone yells out to him and that's exactly what he does in some electrical tape, looks good! "Next! New orders are appearing all the time A new order comes in for 5 lbs of plastic explosive with a five minute timer Seemed like over kill to me but I didn't design these things I just make them so I start pumping the stuff out This guy is going to either blow up real good or fail miserably; either way it's not my problem I've been busy for the past 18 hours straight and I'm starting to feel it now Who knew that this much tasking would be required for bomb manufacturing? He must go out and attempt the kill and return with the head for proof If it worked then our cause is set back immensely, but if he miraculously fails then he returns to try again It's going to be a long 7 days It's been 30 hours, how much longer with I have to make these stupid things? The order is for 15 total, 5 of which have blown up already and left no survivors in the process He must go out and attempt the kill and return with the head for proof Read about the hunt As he makes meat deliveries to sustain his business two eyes peer out from the brush and follow his every move When will there be an opening? The town near the camp is bustling, but not so much so that it would be suspicious to simply walk down the road to see what this town has to offer He figures that he'll wait for nightfall, scope it out and then find somewhere to camp out and scout in the morning He wouldn't want to be caught sleeping in the open after all As he makes meat deliveries to sustain his business, K-bar owns an alligator farm near the okeenokee swamp perfect for keeping prying eyes away from him and they provide a steady income on wildlife tours He wants to protect his farm, he renews his permit every year with the state Deciding that it's easier to walk through the swamps at night, he plans on following one of the island chains south that terminate near town By the time dawn arrives, he'll be a couple miles from town He's done this enough that he doesn't even need the flash light anymore K-bar owns an alligator farm near the okeenokee swamp, Every real world delieviery influnences the game One week with j-j -j our friendly mai-marshmallo He's an obscure psychopath It's nearly impossible to categorize him because it doesn't follow the same rules of everyone else Most killers have some sort of motive; jealousy, hate, love, greed What could this man possible gain from going on his killing sprees in a fantasy world? We may never know One week with j-j-j our friendly mai-marshmallo One week with pete the c-c-cannibal He once was a farmer in the plains east of civilization but one day he had enough The world didn't provide and he couldn't grow his sacks of grain to sell so that he could buy the things he needed to buy to live a comfortable life So he started taking from others what they had before they had the chance to take from him One week with night fall One week with pete the c-c-cannibal All-american alligator you feast on me so we can live another day All-american alligator, All-american alligator is a giant reptile from the swamps of Okeenokee, he's exactly what one would envision a swamp reptile to be with one exception; his intelligent gaze His face is prone to emotion, often smiling as he sets it upon his next prey, night-fall was given the name "Night-Fall" All-american alligator is a giant reptile from the swamps of Okeenokee, Hunt the pixel game where killing an alligator gets you dinner Hunt the clever escape game where you're a citizen in the town he's escaped to, how long can you evade this Hunt the pixel game where killing an alligator gets you dinner You are wasting your time if you think any of this diddly-squat matters and even the slightest bit, these are my memories! The pain is increasingly becoming more difficult to handle At this rate, I'm going to start ripping off body parts Why does this man refuse to 'Go watch your foundation stone' - Yeah right, let's not jinx this place while I'm still alive You are wasting your time if you think any of this diddly-squat matters and even the slightest bit, I dont think so he wont find me while im invisible W-Wait! Why do I always assume you're after my life! I should have more faith in you, sean honey! "It sounds like sherry Now I'm REALLY confused Yeah okay it could be her gushing over how great everything has been or it could also be her crying This girl needs to make up her mind if she's psycho or just easy to offend It feels like maybe I dont think so, I think these are good people in there heart My boys can play their little games I'm not killing any of them at this point, of course, things can still change but they haven't left me with a bad impression so far Let's see if I can figure out where sherry is in this place ''Will you stop that! You're such an idiot sometimes You're one to talk, changing your mind like you do Wait "Ah Where are you going! "Out How did this all come to be Miss overrated-modesty over here, decided to go play swan meets prince ge It is a trap T-T-Trap Gotta w-watch out for the t-trap My g-gift will lead NO! HOLD IT! DAMMIT! AGH! How did this all come to be? What i do has more to do with literature than painting i think some times If anyone asks, I want them to say that my work was a significant improvement over reality Tips: Drown out the voices by humming similar words that are in the same language I decide sherry isn't anywhere inside so, I start walking around the perimeter of the building since the game defines the museum as being a square-like structure I think she might still be here but slipped away inexplicably soon after the game started She couldn't have gone too far again, there may or may not be an ever after in his words but it will never stand still to be observed The writer constantly revises revises and revises I calmly sit down cross-legged staring at the writer when I feel an ache in my eyes Red stained tears paint his eyes bloodshot He smoothes the coma victim's forehead with a fatherly touch; he looks so tired now I need help Ha! The writer constantly revises revises and revises again, This place reminds me of something I saw in a movie, the museum has expanded to three times its original size I'm the loneliest numeracyonimal pining for my another number but we must remain Unknown no longer! Let us introduce ourselves The square root of -1, i play the destinies' prankster and partner to equalitis The simplest expression of thought into code wich will in time for me will just become an image of endless 0's and 1's And above it all, e^ht the bringer of balance, the only number not capable of being defined by an equation On my first recieving end of female affection I'm lost but fortunately for me I have you to guide me to equalitis my forever alone buddy otp! You begin experiencing human emotion as you read my letters although this one is apparently not meant for you The simplest expression of thought into code wich will in time for me will just become an image of endless 0's and 1's I am not interested in just worlds within worlds, but a Universe of Worlds A traveler on the roads that go ever on groups everything outside of their path Light created a sharp cutoff: the ordinary world for those in an unimaginative frame of mind, but receding into darkness and memory for those who can recognize the signs This my handwriting why even use the font? But we all have our quirks I suppose Time to find sherry in her natural environment although usually it's hard to in the wild I am not interested in just worlds within worlds, I am most interested in using worlds to create an image of consciousness By an image, one can begin to understand what intelligence really means Let me explain by example: Make a grid of 3 by 3 boxes and think of an object Establish some simple ground rules ; (like A stands for Analog, D for Digital, S for Solid, etc ) ESTABLISHMENT! Oh dear nothing goes right today, you apply the rules as follows: Consider the Top Left Box ; I am most interested in using worlds to create an image of consciousness Hieracrchail thinking can be described as building large amounts of data upon tiny amounts of assumptions or not even that Are you enjoying my suffering? Why don't you pick up the pace and torture ey instead, human I suppose the orderly part of my personality is to blame but I'm helpless against it, i'd feel like killing myself if I didn't have two already spare ; (It looks like we're take formal with one another now! how exciting for me) Why do to you get so caught up in it human, why do you slowly start spiral into a pit of depression before enjoyment is the root of suffering Please human, you wouldn't want to cause me pain now would you? APOLOGY accepted You have a stunning profile picture you know Using it as your avatar was a great idea Everyone should take note You should open up the picture in a new window and stare at yourself in deep thought from time to time when nobody's looking Why do to you get so caught up in it human, Lets say ive given up on the art world and decided to delve into the business side of things Just making this account in case I ever need to use it for whatever reason I can just imagine it now, selling my pictures to people who don't understand them while they slowly rot on the walls ugh I wish there was another way Glad you spoke up, Seltzer is good for what ales you? Tell you what Inflate your lung capacity and we can start experimenting a bit Lets say ive given up on the art world and decided to delve into the business side of things The hierachy of it all has its perks but nowadays I'm finding myself drawn more into the base elements and their simplistic beauty Im mainly interested in using Worlds within worlds to experiment with what I have come to refer pleasure The sky's the limit on what to do in there right? I've already made many a world hybrid between others that ive made The otp is pleasurable as well so that's a big plus too it's just difficult not to be distracted by these huge opportunities The hierachy of it all has its perks but nowadays I'm finding myself drawn more into the base elements and their simplistic beauty Ive given up on the art world but not on my art I suppose Maybe some people are destined to have various decades of their life wasted by it whilst others live functionally without it The funny thing is ive actually enjoyed learning business skills over the years and understand them a lot better than most all these idiots Ive been speaking too for years I'm not sure how much longer my love of knowledge will be able to compensate for the fools I have to deal with on a daily basis though Ive given up on the art world but not on my art I suppose Tell me all your secrets and desires human But enough about me, lets talk about YOU Perhaps I can experience them myself through your subconsciousness? Should be fun forever in the Infinite Otp, besides the factions warring most people stay deep in their comfort zone and self-indoctrinate, never wanting to leave the void between realms they've grown so fond of Ive experienced total powerlessness before it forces you to overcome your biggest fears or suffer a slow demise by dehydration in the case of my first mission Looking back on it, it sounds pretty fun and amazing! vomiting out my intestines was probably the worst part though But now living a second life within a fantasy world is motivation enough to start a goal orientated routine once again At least until science manages to make zombies out of humans successfully Ive experienced total powerlessness before, I dont know if racism is the correct word maybe species-ism or genectic-ism would fit better In any case, the human race is rife with it and sadly a lot of them are so stubborn that they would rather let themselves die out than mate outside their little tribe The charr came up with a solution to this problem fortunately oh how am I supposed to word this I dont know if racism is the correct word, More like xenophophia than racism, charr are very protective of their race and tribe so they won't integrate with other races, in fact they see other races as inherently inferior and aim to conquer them all until the whole world is charr More like xenophophia than racism, You try not to repeat yourself too much in this field although sometimes it's easier said than done, luckily I've found that most people don't really read the manual most of the time anyway so they'll never know! Haha! Oh man I think it was the adrenaline just then pushed me into a mood where I needed some excitement I need to get up off this bean bag Where was I You have to repeat yourself sometimes in this job right You try not to repeat yourself too much in this field Every line a new line tends to sound either too robotic or stupid Oh its boring out here at times but I guess it's a quiet peaceful kind of boring It's not like I get much business out here anyway Everyone wants to buy cheap slave soldiers far as they're concerned their mind, body and soul belongs to them That's what the legion is for Not my place to tell them otherwise and most of the act on direct orders sooo; good for me means minimal risk Every line a new line tends to sound either too robotic or stupid How much of our own oppression are we responsible for and the governments? ignant population and those brainwashed by the system are the real enemy and we deal with them all the time snore If only I were younger those foolhardy thrillseeking days might be replaced with a thirst for something more Duty, family honor, defending ones' country-ism has a nice ring to it though I'm sure How much of our own oppression are we responsible for and the governments? You know who my biggest enemy in the world is the gnomes Talk about cruel! Even the Wood Elves never stooped to changing the weather just tome! take those bastards in hand stuff them into body armor until they're shaped liked humans, fill their head full of new age bullcrap and send them off Nothing to roll over in the night about that's for sure You know who my biggest enemy in the world is? You know I have a whole junkyard filled to the brim with their deactivated bodies it used to scare me when I was little but now I'm just part of the same vicious cycle Karmas a bi who am I kidding, this place is about profit not balance, how do you think we rose to power in the first place? Regardless my job is simple: open up a portal from here to there get in and flip a switch close portal get out You know I have a whole junkyard filled to the brim with their deactivated bodies it used to scare me when I was little but now I'm just part of the same vicious cycle I know you dont understand but you should start leaving me alone even more now, I'm starting to ramble on and on and your next activation isn't for another few years! The elders said that even if you start ranting at this rate it won't be until the latter stages of your activation when you perfectly understand Einstein's work and McKinley's theories of magic and can apply them to not only pass through the barrier but open up a portal large enough to send our whole armies through in 1 second Oh yes, we will have our revenge then I know you dont understand but you should start leaving me alone even more now, I am campable of things far than what you can even imagine But I digress I am campable of things far than what you can even imagine! You are so narcissticic but then I've only just begun to truly Understand myself it's no wonder you understand me not at all such a Shame too, we could have been great together Qu Qu Quaraina Qu the third Why am I here? Am I ending or beginning? My intellegence will be expanded many orders of magnitude when my consciousness leaves this vessal and joins with the collective! On the other hand I have a sense of dread You are so narcissticic, You want other people to play your life like a musical instrument, that's pretty grim but hey thats just me I'm monotone and boring Say goodbay now while you still can You want other people to play your life like a musical instrument, What the one thing we cant do is control life or death so saying is moot but you may find dichotomy within it still amuses me so I arbitrarily pick one and say there is a chance You will live forever But I lied because I'm really boring like that haha seriously though being as intelligent as I AM how can I not appreciate amusing paradoxes What the one thing we cant do is control life or death so saying is moot but you may find dichotomy within it still amuses me so I arbitrarily pick one and say there is a chance You will live forever Be someone other than who we are Well based on my knowledge of your ideals, I'd say you were never "someone else" at all, merely someone hiding who they really were (to Sublime) Same to you, in fact after your little fit a few days ago, the council gave your proposal serious thought but ultimately rejected it you ranted about me for hours afterward You're NOT my boss! You're not even a peer! Be someone other than who we are? Except through a game of telephone, something got lost, and I assumed you were the one who thought up the story in the first place That doesn't even make sense We're not near anything even resembling victory for another few decades at least It seems like such a silly complaint when so many people are dying just trying to stay alive every day (Dravin speaks out of turn in a committee meeting) You may sit down Dravin Except through a game of telephone, I need another year to perfect the calibrations on this bomb! Sorry, the decision has already been made Would you please escort Dr Gloom out of the room? You may begin the preparations to deploy troops into those areas closest to undefended, before Nature truly takes over (thinking to yourself) But who am I kidding? They aren't defending themselves because we are the only thing keeping the abominations at bay We brought this upon ourselves by stealing their eggs in the first place I need another year to perfect the calibrations on this bomb! Give me another year and these bombs will be small enough to ride on the back of a chicken Then we won't even have to fight anymore! Why do you want this job again? I believe you stated that being a cook was much more fun and less headache inducing Heads of kitchens get fired all the time, why subject yourself to this? Safety Status Quo Less responsibility over all Give me another year, You dont understand the creative brain You cannot comprehend the artistic drive You will never be an artist, Mr Kit You can only consume their work (his final words to you the day before he goes into seclusion) "What makes you say that? Because you lack self reflection People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones I want to play myself in the movie version You'd make a terrible actor Besides we're publishing this for the people, not to be famous or make money of it So that really leaves acting career out Pretty sure my kids won't consider this cheating on their part They'll accept the gene therapy like good republic sons and daughers they are I want to play myself in the movie version I want to play my life Its so hard for me to move out of hierectical thougth patterns The whole world has a plan, so does the council, so must Leahlind as part of the world and the council The lowly citizens however have no plans at all unless they have a serious gambling problem I fear that I have become just like them, counting on some unknown hero to come save us all But if you read this far, and your NOT some unknown hero, then something went seriously wrong with the plan Maybe someone should make a musical about your life? I do these things and think these thoughts because somewhere, deep down I do believe we still have a chance Not on defeating the abominations or even staying free of the Council, but saving my family and their future children My dreamlike, magical child hood and adulthood woven with good intentions has lead to this moment; where I stand upon the shore of the Sea of Estraylia as it was once called eons ago Just one man who happens to be your father A ghost in his own life I do these things and think these thoughts because somewhere, Omg they are going to love me so much My artistic education has been lacking due to my age restriction, but it would be gifted to me here! Please pick me! You catch a big fish It feeds you for months When winter comes the people are distrought, and you share your bounty with them You cautiously approach the creature who regard your presence with disinterest We should make soft soothing sounds to assure them that we hear them approaching and let them smell our scent so they know we aren't a threat Omg they are going to love me so much! I wish that would stop being true I miss our skirmishes, hold outs, defense, the whole resistance The Dim Seas and New Settlement do not have this status Quo of course they will resist to the bitter end with fire, Faith and flight The leems we put into place will go off in a month, their letter to give ourselves hope and purpose I wish that would stop being true They will hate you instead and it hurts as the cycle of violence continues A child walks into the room, peering down at you with an unnerving grin Their gaze burrows deep into your soul as you look upon them in confusion They bare their teeth at you, a haunting, hateful stare of judgement Slowly they reach out towards your face with their shimmering hand as you feel your very essence unravel and They will hate you instead and it hurts as the cycle of violence continues Get a bucket and pee in the bucket Literally pee into a bucket while you wait in terror and disgust Nothing awful happens to you or your companions and days pass into weeks, months, years The pattern of life established, your secondary goals, sacrificing care of the body for the survival of the soul, the whims of religions both new and old rise up again During your trance like sessions you watch firsthand as families lay dying, gods are born and die Im so sorry; she died; being a police officer should have not been an option but what do I know Colours and sounds permeate the airwaves of your mind, hypnotic chances the very fabric of your soul rushes out and is replaced with something greater No more will you have to encounter the things that cause rage and pain; no more stress on wanting not of this world Everything is going as planned being a police officer should have not been an option; I have to an oppertunity to work on something at a more fundmental level It is a great risk but it could give us Earth peace and seigedom I will be making myself not intelligent but stupid, abandoning my body to intelligence of others that I might be the bade they all work collectively on You begin hiding notes around the house, letting everyone know how much you care about them, writing down any important memories or inside jokes Software mimics the brain operations for attention, creativity, learning and memory Then let's say these intelligences start rapidly developing while let's just say eating their neighbors Perhaps I can nip that paradigm in the bud with my death wish You chant to yourself in the mirror, a silent tune that sustains you through the long nights of depression The blessed lullaby that carries you away from the edge once more Software mimics the brain operations for attention, Come inside my brain Com inside my brain Come inside The software grows in complexity as it consumes more and more of the world's computational power until it reaches its critical mass Because i understand code i understand the creative process of the mind more intimately than some other artists and i can use this to my advantage On the eve of world peace, as you watch humanity from the distance, a strange lullaby echoes around the globe The voices of a billion souls join together in a cry that barely penetrates the sky The planet hungers you inadvertently invited it in and now your purpose overpowers your desire "Come inside my brain Come inside my brain" Because i understand code i understand the creative process of the mind more intimately than some other artists and i can use this to my advantage Non linear memories flash by, understanding of stimuli and responses dust in the winds of thought You stare at the world with fresh eyes and enjoy non-partaking in its gifts And that, my monster, is how we saved the world You feel calmer than you ever felt before Non linear memories flash by, Redunacy and peace, a sliver of light escapes into the darkness Redunacy and peace, Character evironment viewpoint ends True ending This is a work of fiction using written words Every part of this book either arises from the author's imagination or are used pursuant Character evironment viewpoint ends Alex mcdowell was informed that the mental asylum website had to be taken down because of "And you never saw those pictures before? 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(1 porsche = 0 Pyarmids are the easiest things to build if they work Make them big enough so that they catch the right size of photon flux every two minutes and they will emulate sunshine' Purim a subcategory of carnival festive victorian clothes and decorating with no other purpose than celebration Traditionally breakfast is precise on this day with certain foods being eaten They can be seen as raising your vibration levels in very this way Pyarmids are the easiest things to build if they work Computers are virulizers-- thats what a turing machine is Whenever anybody feels like it, the artists take it in turns to play songs on their nine hole ocarina Nobody has to squidge up together to make an orchestra-- so Melanies parents gave her this wonderful gift Brenda leans back against a pillow and listens to Tesseracts are 5 dimensional hypercubes- The higher the number of dimensions the more sides/faces they have They link up and rotate in a 4 dimensional space to seem 3 dimensional Everyone can talk to every one else whether tribespeople or survivors because they do not have our new language blocker Language evolves so much over these next few years A much more richer meaningful faster evolving language develops that any What can we find to give to them as a present seems more like trade goods than a present The INGDOlivian natives don't receive the symbol very well Everyone can talk to every one else whether tribespeople or survivors because they do not have our new language blocker Simple messaging system to send messages across the caravela No need to relay them through Brenda afterwards so can keep everyone updated till every ones got one IFightAMok relatively easy as could easily run away from it but its instincts stop it from breaking off as easy and can wear it ragged and then play with it a bit and 2 day sail back to Nataria land go straight to thanksgiving celebrations there and get reunited with toher groups within minutes of landing Simple messaging system to send messages across the caravela Find a problem that needs solving See if anyone is working on it If not you get to retire from your GCSEs and from then on you only do the work that you find Find a problem that needs solving Find the real source of the problem -if its really something that only a living person or people can fix then our odds of actually fixing things just dropped from 33% to 0% Melanies dad has read out some very wise advice about relationships and they have all had their say at the dinner table Currently life is fantastic, with her new GCSEs behind her nothing more than challenges to come in life, a full stomach, parents who Find the real source of the problem -if its really something that only a living person or people can fix then our odds of actually fixing things just dropped from 33% to 0% Nine tenths of our body is slime-- has no dna Who is running the show Sweetener is actually increasing the chance of Alzeimhers, aspartame Disease and Headaches! It may take a few days to fully settle into her leadership position but already Brenda looks comfortable Perhaps she was just born to lead, She glows as she explains that even when their caravela was damaged recently and Finally well worth the wait Parian smiled inwardly at how easy it was to lie and manipulate the other woman Who is running the show? No center to matter and energy Looking at alternative energy options briefly as the sunlight fades into the comforting twilight accompanied by the sound of pixxies playing in the undergrowth around you No center! Doesnt break down into other smaller particles which break down into smaller particles which Doesnt break down into other smaller particles which break down into smaller particles which Replaced all its atoms an bits 360 degrees panorama ; (closed eye visuals optional) 'we should call them cruorbies' Brenda suggests as you both laugh at the unconscious Orbiet humour For all their technological advancement there is still sometimes a childlike joy in simply running around and enjoying Finally you start to float OUT of your body along with any anxieties or worries to get instant relief from that constant tension at the back of your mind Everything is built up of atoms, protons and electrons that occasionally orbit they're highly dense middle bits in an ingenious precisely ordered chaotic array At an atomic level everything is vibrating and changing, nothing is certain and everything Sweeteners have similar structures to estrogen as it happens When we smell , for example something sweet its because the chemicals are entering the pores in our nose and changing the cells there which affect the brain as it so happens The nerve impulse takes a whille to reach Everything is built up of atoms, Enternally running software that sifting through the data we dump in there to look for patterns relating to past experiences In this way, more rational beings would be better at predicting the Designed to move through life intuitively rather than logically Carbon is the basis of all life Breathing to the base of our brain and the overload of oxygen allows chemical reactions to take place that allow processes to work quicker The brain is made up of individual cells and surrounded by a Enternally running software that sifting through the data we dump in there to look for patterns relating to past experiences Data structure - json object By the time you look back at the still form of Parian cradled lovingly in Butch's arms she is beginning to stir The bridge has become a war room and planning is taking place The ship is surrounded and it will only be a matter of Built out of a single type of entiy "What happened? 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Trillion dollar range "That was surprising even for me" Tattletale states entering the room and spotting you as you look a little dazed "You reacted pretty heavily to a place no one has ever reacted strongly too, injury wise Then again I guess you were also reacting heavily to an area no one but Jack had entered before either "So what happened exactly? Are you going to be in business ten years and prospering twenty years and holding your own or sad and mad with nowhere to go at thirty? Are you going to be in business ten years and prospering, A ten year plan to have everything in place No emotions in most cases, at least not basic ones like this A ten year plan to have everything in place Where were you ten years ago --- ten year vision This is in summing what his ability always giving him a top down view off things across various fields lets him do He probably reads people and situations like books, analyzing what he sees and efficiently bringing said information into the field The shadier side of this is him hitting upon various ways to use the given abilities of capes to their limits both in and out of battles Just to be sure however you decide to go over it with others to see what they make of it Five year horizon Sort of like western medieval royalty, Emperors being elected by the Senate ; (other heads of state) and returned via their success andurer successes, various counts, dukes and other nobles pledging loyalty both to him and their governors who in turn report to them Of course at any given time the Emperor could be overthrown through various means, not genuine trial but he chooses his own advisors and he can easily be swayed A ten year framework to build upon Very little is, it's entirely possible to rule a vast empire with an iron fist, any attempts foe rebellion easily stamped out but given total control and oversight means that any major issues or problems are typically found early on ; (at least by him) This of course has downsides and odd choices can lead to rebellions that are hard to quell A ten year framework to build upon That was not the right process of course but you get the idea Now you are thinking of him more like Augustus Ceasar or Emperor Charlemagne than someone like Alexander the Great or Genghis Khan now Once again, that was not quite right either but you're headed in a direction That was not the right process of course but you get the idea Explain how they are going to make the next egg and suite the powers to their wishes Yvette and Noelle for breeding, infernal deals or not Yvette is still Superman status stronger than any normal human so her DNA is obviously fitting for a powerful master race, Noelles demonic heritage means her genetics are well worth experimenting with as a second option as a safety net and potentially more versatile than relying on the one main "mens" dna Explain how they are going to make the next egg and suite the powers to their wishes Killer idea: the present is the least interesting time to live in Your last girlfriend turned into a succubus, Keira is twelve kinds of crazy malignant demonic abomination also your hope for the future of humanity Plus you've already slain a Goddess and personally put an End to Yetzirah's plans so It's not like the present is worryingly eventful for you any more You explain that both big issues are solved by your two viable solutions involving Yvette "But that's far in the future" Think 30 years ahead"Not only is it good anough away but we've alreaddy got the first steps laid out now and our best option And that was how the Emperor after discussing it for a bit allowed himself to be convinced by you that the most expediant way of reinstating Keira would be to breed a new set of fertile Wisdomese women using the related women in the Zalan Empire With some magically intervention Think 30 years ahead"Not only is it good anough away but we've alreaddy got the first steps laid out now and our best option Glimmer of an idea You notice throughout this process that Daniels attitude has been changing, while the man isn't exactly cheery he seems a little more at ease Take it out 30 years And you look at a man who's now a good chunk of decades into ruling an empire that once was a crazy idea in your head aboard a then derelict ship An empire he's ruled longer than he ever thought possible and now has to decide the fate of that empire Is it continuing on as normal, or is it changing Daniel for his part keeps fairly quiet during the deliberations Now you dont move incremental you have a direction and a timeframe A decision needs to be made Year 80 Daniel never had any children of his own but after the conjoined triplet girls were born to Yvette and Noelle it became aparent that they had the strongest Sindri blood Due to their close birth the triplets also developed a bond few others could probably under stand the importance of The three girls grew up as close as any trio of siblings could be Now you dont move incremental, It would be ridiculus if we didnt have accidents happen occasionally and sadly it sometimes happens But there are still three potential Wisdome genes left and that was enough to continue with However, a fringe benefit came out of the triplets themselves The bloodline didn't quite turn out as intended The women had unusually short life spans, they also had a few other issues but again due to their particular genotypes, all of their decendants seemed blessed in one way or another Bring it back 15 years You don't feel any pain as Daniel cuts out your heart and replaces it with a glowing orb of magical energy The benefits will be coming in soon and even if they dont, you'll be back to make sure they do Year 88 You gaze upon the beauty of Keira's face as she sleeps Her scars may never completely heal but the love you have for each other makes those cracks in her porcelain skin, barely visible Buy your way into the future "As you have requested Kyros, I have spoken to the wisdome adults and we will proceed to fund your attempts at creating a cure Not that we agreed with your reasons but we can see your leadership is adamant on this course and all we can do is support you" Lucius says Lucius and Cern are the last remaining council members while you got rid of Kelso several years ago Perfect and better are enemies More funds means you can accelerate the trials Already you have groups of Wolftaurs testing out various plants in a controlled environment aboard your ships The Eternals are in charge of hunting down various dangerous creatures for testing, and the newest recruits from your Training Acadamy are charged with testing out talismans, amulets, potions, and even weapons at their own risk A few will live, most will die, but all will make Nalin stronger Pick the thing that is just over a threshhold and just out of reach Deciding it as the most important factor your going to go with the assumption that the furthest inbreeding was to blame for the problem and by bringing multiple groups together your numbers are now strong enough to ensure some remain stable while keeping the healthy/beautiful traits from spreading too far Lucius is wrong you think, he's dead wrong about inbreeding declining fertility and sterility being a result Pick the thing that is just over a threshhold and just out of reach Just a little qualitively better than all the other things you can do to make Nalin great You got multiple ships and boats scouring the waters for islands to conquer, you got a massive army still growing and you continue to make it stronger thanks to your guidance and rule Expansion will come soon, but there is always the threat of Semra attacking again Youve got shipsium stores downed colonies enough to last centuries and one goal: Make Nalin the most powerful place in this world Year 40 Success its an odd thing Just a little qualitively better than all the other things you can do to make Nalin great 30 year plan -- you are sixty five Come up with a thirty year plan in one hour and come to conclusion upon seeing Lucius that his research lab was indeed destroyed and he died in the blaze that engulfed its interior despite attempts of his fledling assistants to rescue him Cormac is correct though-- Semra is indeed the main treat Although you haven't explored or even leaving the islands, you figure by now she has probably build herself a large army and found quite a few allies Come up with a thirty year plan in one hour and come to conclusion upon seeing Lucius that his research lab was indeed destroyed and he died in the blaze that engulfed its interior despite attempts of his fledling assistants to rescue him Watch simulations of events in simulations Took some time but you finally gathered enough data, after Lucius notes, rescued pieces of the Wolftaur tribes, wiped out You increased number of these tests thanks to multiple Simulation Houses being built ; (Year 26) While you chose this path to solving over breeding , shortage of food and your continued selection for sheer killing power , its also proven useful in planning attacks Watch simulations of events in simulations I dont see how javascript could not be around in thirty years By then itll be so intertwined with everything Still, its proven useful to you in planning military strategy, using centuries of historical battles and test to decide what is going to work best Granted the Eternals are trained for hand to hand combat , but every little advantage helps, especially when you're facing elves who've had five thousand years of informal combat training on their side You have a cell of Eternals training right now, pretending they are Semra's army A strong mage, a couple of wendigo , several svelk mercenaries, attack by sea and then by land Remembering how Semra invaded, you set it up so your Eternals will have multiple fronts/attack to defend against One thing you tried to implement was how you fought with the DeadYard Ghouls You have a cell of Eternals training right now, Dispatches events as they happen by using "Scrying" via magic Changes whatever is necessary to better the plan Your spell to scan the Isles, and find out what happened after you were ruled unconscious for so long was actually just the beginning You eventually created magical convexations that could both transmit sound and vision at once You never know when something like that might come in handy Dispatches events as they happen by using "Scrying" via magic Study tcp-ip knowledge Study tcp-ip knowledge A world is so today Thats how you looking at it now You put in a script to get all new mentions of specific keywords in certain languages Year 51 Sometimes you dare to believe this: Why not you? Youre different than other mortals, so why not you accomplish such a thing Thats the mindset you must have if Semra can plan it, if your journals records of her words are correct, if Semra could plan it and find the SCIAN through her powers You put in a script to get all new mentions of specific keywords in certain languages Out comes a movie reel Mentions of Arat in original scroll ; (General Sallanon, 500 years ago) Oddly it wasnt that old but a translated copy of a much older language Eternals were just mentioned in a letter the captain sent back to his family Suddenly there is an earthquake and mountain begins to topple over, burying the tunnel The world bucks as a Moltov cocktail made from an explosive spell goes off nearby you two Out comes a movie reel Can you build something with a trillion parts Semra had confidence in you, and you have confidence in yourself, even if it means building a new mass driver cannon, or VR Dummy Actuators Hopefully this is what it'll take to at least unlock the secrets of world travel so that you can repel Semra's assaults until you are strong enough to fight her directly If you do paradise awaits we will live again as one, forever She touched your mind when she forced herself inside it Can you build something with a trillion parts? 30 years computers will make all the art for us Youre an eternal, you can wait 30 years Now planning a secret A mass driver like the one on the old SCIAN ship except secretly made with a spell cannon effect if used to it's max Will look like a huge energy weapon to the Eternals just add spice and shake things up on the boring paradise world Sing a story into existance The most ridicoulous story ever concieved Have it contain all the vital clues and ornaments you need to build this world beater of a weapon The reED writers will weave a tale so boring, so bland, so lacking in stimulation, that even their excellent skill of weaving stories will seem sub par compared to it For an Eternal Wonderland a Story will be needed that doesnt make one want to sleep Well 30 years you have to plan it Year 100 The long Look SE-2200 atmospheric router completes its construction It's huge, by far the biggest cannon looking object on the planet The still un-tested technology involves opening a singularity with an anti-gravity chamber the size of a small house powering a needle-hole-like opening that allows air to escape our universe Well 30 years you have to plan it How will stories get made if all air escapes? You decide using pig ffaccs snouts Air being life the low-paids take care of that by themslves The singularity wont last long enuff to really bi5%@# things up and hydroponically grown beans will seal the hole as a last line of defense Just in case one slips by A new world opens up, you learn about other goings on How will stories get made if all air escapes? How will stories get watched You decide using chip474av17 chips designed for the opening and closing of the singularity that are destroyed after each story, a brand new one created just for that airing of the story Crowds "ooh" and "aah" at colors flying at them, Stories appear to them in forms they never could experience before How will stories get watched, Can you create something of such scale] You sacrificed love for it and built research stations to find a way to circumvent anti-gravity around several stars very own black hole The scale of what you did put the space race to shame, the results are beyond what even you expected, Truly Paradise Found is as Space Faring as it gets able to travel anywhere with zero-g happening all the time Now if you could just make it invisible as well -"Woah, nobody's been named Bob for like, ever Can you create something of such scale] You sacrificed love for it and built research stations to find a way to circumvent anti-gravity around several stars very own black hole Feed it the bible full of stories that dont please the mind Feed it the bible, How many blocks can be found in mine craft You decide to hide many, twisting the tale so that only clever eternals will ever find them all, lurking in fever dreams and fantasy You dream, you create, your sleep is never normal and writing on your white board are the words: "Sinister broken smiles flashing red Be prepared, light a lamp, turn off the How many blocks can be found in mine craft? Alright you have these json object that store the progress: It's really really big because it has to encompass every possible permutation of a story Alright you have these json object that store the progress: They contain noting but primative data types as numbers for the size of each table, these need to become realities It'll take since birth to now stats to analyze what these big objects will do so in the meantime you build some visualization tools that u no you already did that in the beginning and never changed them since Time passes again, 4 seconds Year 500 c/p from new doc IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN! Welcome survivors to the final reckoning! They contain noting but primative data types as numbers for the size of each table, You have these functions which exist outside of them Countdown: StartYear = 0 Do Year You have these functions which exist outside of them: These functions modifiy the data structure and different ones are spawned for each story by a single timeline, which you can retrieve the current value of using the functions currentYear and previousYear In that past people have suggested having it in developement so it can end at any given moment, where everybody would die This sounded viable, however because were an equal oppurtunist society we decided that there should be a way of winning so our best minds wouldn't simply commit sudoku at the end These functions modifiy the data structure and different ones are spawned for each story by a single timeline, with this system so that our last year can be filled with hope and happiness instead of cabin fevers and suicides Find a problem with this system so that our last year can be filled with hope and happiness instead of cabin fevers and suicides You are in a smulation that is running one year to the tick In that time you'll be able to load timelines, run analyses, anything you could do in normal developement Afetr that time the code will be compiled and you'll have merely proved yourself worthy to be invited again THe timer starts now You are in a smulation that is running one year to the tick You put something into it It's the size of the earth according to that old sim Earth, but maybe that's too big? Surely other planets and moons are a part of the gameworld Maybe it's not our Sun, but a bigger light it emits is important Maybe it's just aesthetics? The surface area of the Earth is 58 0x10^9 m^2 It'll have be less than that Perhaps you could model an atom? Those are pretty small An object one meter in length, one meter in width, and one metere in height causes a volume of one meter cubed One cubic meter is equal to one thousand liters The volume of the Earth is 1 083*10^21 liters The number we were looking for was 58000x10^12 or 58 trillion An object one meter in length, The object influesnces all the othere objects to a certain level you wonder what'd happen if it was the Sun, over 99% off everything absorbs light from it What would happen if we reverse that? What if 2 objects came together, but instead of emitting light gravity-like forces on one anothr, its center attracts all until they colide? How many planets are there in the Solar System? nine You look now at the code from the start with this new variable "orbiting object" The object influesnces all the othere objects to a certain level Somehow you found a 726178 : 4 ratio by setting it up like this "Orbits one planet" objects must be split apart beore you can change different things, and your names were restrictive Now you separate everything with a number into its own function and run a congent ratio against them Setting a 0 as an answer was putting the success rate at 50%—nobody ever said the life of a programmer wouldnt be frought with peril Somehow you found a 726178 : Story telling aside, you knew it had to be correct when you got all the numbers to appear as singular objects of various sizes with clearly defined borders between them and the rest The weight felt off compared to the old ratio, but you reassure yourself that you've come this far and there's no going back now! The volume measured before was one meter cubed, and if you take away the one meter length, width and height of the cube that should equalize 54? Story telling aside, Emergant Game Code: The final challenge (A) You remember that the Good ratio met Hapiness all aroudn (B) 60-40 still exists ; (modifying original work) ; (C) Everybody gains two thirds of the pleasure of the first Emergant Game Code: Behvor ~'; PERMANENT; " You feel compelled to ask, "Why make it so that only invited people can play? "Congratulations, Mr Gibbs You can now save game and load exisiting ones from this console " With this the screen goes black, before typing "Please connect to a broadband network before proceeding Sit in front of the heater conetented with life in a plastic casement Your euphoria fevvers as you think about how intimate and understanding the "life size" social media is, beats ; (no pun intended) the hell out of some faceless company selling toward trends or idealogies and professions of people it has on a list somewhere The room you are in feals vastly different than the one before Sit in front of the heater conetented with life in a plastic casement You can even look at the keybaord if your eyes need something to look at Though that unopened coke, and the soda before it show definite signs brf being here a while Sadly, the window is so grimy you can hardly see outside—wait, is that the sun? Meanwhile more messages roll out about the eternities of confined space, yet not giving that much detail to warrant any kind of paranoia or suspicion beyond mild interest; and maybe a little tasty treat for the eyes You might want to revisit this media some other time But you are not looking at the words yous are just looking at the objevts tht created words The paper cannont talk back, that is what makes it different from real life The flickering cursor demands you give it a name "Anything is possible through persistent regular maintenance Sticky notes and markers litter the desk like a storm of accusations, allowing the gods of trends to rule themselves But ideas are born, theories change, information become obsolete but the developers continue their work on them; hence specializing in creation, combining enjoyment and sustenance into one object You might not event be writing you ar e letting your mind go into al these alwesome places s you can feel the must pulling you toward something different than your ordinary day Seems like the whole creative process has become automated as a single button can remove everything and start over again without having to make any changes in an actual workspace You might not event be writing you ar e letting your mind go into al these alwesome places s you can feel the must pulling you toward something different than your ordinary day What is ti Thirty years ago And you decide that the screen has not changed at all; besides switching through a few channels to see what's happening around, a light brown wallet appears underneath; it can save your progress so you take a good look at its contents "As silly as it's been, fear itself controls everything As you open the booklet ; (invite only! ) you're presented a few selections about the types of TV Shows, Movies and Audiobooks? Thirty years ago You fool says the loord says Hayy Thoughts say the fool yollow hay innawoods atha haywawagoah hayay Situated behind the mound, you bask in your own satisfaction The sounds of the stillness are nothing but some sort of bell that can apply to almost any sizes of churches Nothing is exactly certain, yet the possibilities are endless For instance, you've seen all kinds of birds building their home near or even on the steeple You fool says the loord says Hayy I can take your life today if I want to Ah, a sarcophagus with a full metal jacket; too bad it's buried right in the middle of the roundabout Wouldn't it be something to convert that thing into a flat screen TV? Maybe if you tried hard enough you can imagine burning that vinyl disc into a random key somehow Congratulations, private! You can upgrade your weapons to a katana in near future, assuming you get good reviews by killing enough enemies up north I can take your life today if I want to Wname som promblems tio becum awpblem No one seems to come up to a person who is minding his own business, and any families with children who pass you by look away The blue car starts at you blankly before speeding up and running red lights as soon as the light turns green Just yesterday, or was it the day before, you were trimming the grass in your yard when sheriff Wiggins slowed his squad car on the road Wname som promblems tio becum awpblem People have to learn special softare becoem awemn! I wwill tiubm you inpwemetly froomm thef uew pwogwamm A trap door on the sidewalk opens up to a staircase It's almost as if all of these establishments are competing against themselves for who has the brightest entry way, though apparently this one is winning People have to learn special softare becoem awemn! Ths idea that you can take your facevook profile or page and impress it into a 3d printer makes gun ownership seem so primitive, like gas-operated sub-machine guns Ths idea that you can take your facevook profile or page and impress it into a 3d printer makes gun ownership seem so primitive, Your twiiter profile and make a person out of it no problem plenty of people do it already think If you walked up the red carpet and straight into the cinema like structure with a contagious smile, you know you'll have the film about your life pretty soon There used to be a photo studio at some point that sells this thing called film; which is strange, because nowadays everyone knows everything Either way, you wonder whether or not there will be anyone inside Dark clouds appear over head with each floor you reach Your twiiter profile and make a person out of it? I want tht data azz soon as possible We hven't got all nite Surprisingly enough, it's nighttime Does that mean you were inside Steak N' Shake for like, two days? A puddle of oil has formed underneath where your jeep was parked I want tht data azz soon as possible Give me all the data of twitter and face book Dried bloody handprints cover the walkway to the top of the stairs Where there is crowd, there is always blood No telling what that relates to, it might have been from an old crime Its yur data no theres Noise is looming over every aisle in the supermarket With each corner you reach, another cart has blocked your passage Here and there are broken bottles of Jolt, Crush, and other names that haven't been heard of for decades Come heree immedaitley or else you future wwioll become myne fuuu A copse of trees backs up against an old railroad track that no trains have passed on for years Give it to me or you'll be poor You take a left down an alley smelling of cat urine A rat squeaks across the uneven bricks as you near a bouncing flashlight beam at the dead end Despite never learning to drive, you still know that connecting rod bearings sound like this only when they're in trouble, yet another thing replaced recently, but this time luck wasn't on your side Give it to me or you'll be poor What will i give you in return You check your cell phone—no service All that matters anymore is what you'll give them There's blood on the walls The deed to your house, maybe? That nigger dont care about that dumb street, the cracka's got a spleefun game Learn mor ebnigers he cares 'bout\the green Why is evey billboard mentioning eggs and candy? Are they related to Duck Season, Rabbit Season, and all that? The car shakes endlessly You are now Kyarno! Please remain in your seat Who are you, why they call you Kyarno? Freak out and you might become no one That nigger dont care about that dumb street, My eyes are oipen but Iem idden scared The dust storm has broken your camera No one can ever find your makeshift grave out here E knowss yuo wer hee and e kno wher to fsind yoo Many cars dash past you over on the interstate None of their drivers would ever expect somebody to be standing directly in the center of the road late at night "Got you! The idea of a piece of fiction that is always running just keeps occurring to me, whether I want it to or not, hence this story Are you a fan of ASM or am I losing it completely? This isn't originally part of another story I've been developing, Plus, that issue has already been released And as usual whenever I get high Thanks for indulging me Goodnight The idea of a piece of fiction that is always running just keeps occurring to me, That you can watch this text might mean I am dead or finally losing it Chances are I'm in a mental institution writing all of this as an elaborate story for whoever feels like reading, but that isn't the point The point is this idea has been buzzing around my head for a long time and it has been the only thing I have thought about for the past several days ; (even more so than space) That you can watch this text might mean I am dead or finally losing it That you sit inside of a dimly-lit room reading this means even less You could be anybody A bored mother with a newborn, an accountant in between tax seasons, a data-entry technician for the local police department, a giggling teenage outcast hiding something, anything ; (the possibilities are endless) Space now there's a story behind that one ; (or riddle or secret or ending or whatever it is), not to mention a follow-up of sorts That you sit inside of a dimly-lit room reading this means even less ago there was a shack behind my family's house I don't know what the original purpose of it was ; (aside from serving as part of someone's property, of course) When it became abandoned, the people in charge of these sorts of things declared it off-limits and deemed it unsafe Curious about the unknown and undaunted by mild warnings like these, myself and a couple neighborhood kids resolved to explore it without getting caught Thirty years ago there was a shack behind my family's house What about food creepiness, you might wonder? Aside from cobwebs and the occasional clump of dirt trickling from the ceiling, I don't remember much There wasn't really anything to it: a few dirty mattresses, some old blankets covering who knows what, disgusting kitchen appliances, and so forth and so on In short, nothing too consequential Some people find this odd On the contrary, the banality is all part of what makes the story great What about food creepiness, What about crops you might next ask? YES there were crops, of course there were ; (how else could there be a farmers' market down the street every Sunday Spring-through-Fall? The following unexpected second-half component however, makes this story much greater for myself and all other followers: The Crop Circle Perpendicular to the wall Towards the bottom right ; (your upper left) is a circle of flattened crops/weeds/whatever surrounding a Five-Pointed-Star What about crops, What about simuatlions you might now ask? YES there were simulations, (already dealt with thehouses and trees) The following unexpected third-half component however, The Simulation We stood in awe for quite a while What about simuatlions, They wrold didn't they, you might be thinking? Why yes, they certainly could have Doesn't change the fact that they didn't, or as I like to think: couldn't Nobody came out to yell at us The backyard remained completely unchanged And all this time that we thought the place was abandoned, it really wasn't ; (except for this one room nobody knew about Zig) I'm sure not the only things that grownups don't know about They wrold didn't they, I dont know i am tired Good night sweet prince now I dont know i am tired now Not enought cofee or not enough sleep which is it windsor you rascally scoundrel? Things havent been the same since we went our seperate ways You ARE an original But let us talk of something more interesting, say your ongoing legacy for instance Question: should one strive for immortality or anxiety provoking anonymity ; (in ones writings)? Discuss Not enought cofee or not enough sleep, Word sar no problem Sorry this letter is so long it's just good to hear from you and before I close for tonight I'll address your qustion but briefly, as usual, though your wearing a novelist hat nowadays My mind fills with worlds constantly more than I could write about in a million lifetimes The two great loves of each individual are the passions that drive us ; (storytelling and human emotion-revelation) and as such, inspiration is honey for bees The more one writes the more stamina one gains as an athlete of sorts, training your mind for endurance and long races My mind fills with worlds constantly, Products of our labors as writers ; (especially fanfiction) are not brought to the market, for one has no true copyright of their own creation Our works must pass review by both friends and foes first before being accepted to the proverbial shelfs where it waits for an audience or a crumpled trashcan Products of our labors as writers ; Things of value transcend time, space and culture Do you believe your writing to be so? Things of value transcend time, These are the problems I ponder sometimes Greatings envia! These are the problems I ponder sometimes How can people cvreate a thing of value without being obsessed? Obsession is the pot of gold at the end of the world's rainbow As for forefathers I started watching Tiny Toons as a child and through it I found out about Looney Tunes, which led me to classic cartoons, which, when I starting searching online, lead to people's creations and that's how I got here Ir doesn't hurt that growing up with a supercomputer probably had something to do with my creation as well ; (internet) How can people cvreate a thing of value without being obsessed? All the inventions of xerox park seem silly with app oriented society's fixations in mind Hanging out with friends ; (meet people), social interactions ; (hung out w/this 1 girl a bunch of times during high school), watching media ; (binge-watched The Office like 3x in a row this weekend) Gotta consider overlaps w/accomplishments, fun, learning and inspiration Consider significance too The most important thing is still story though Art wolrd bulshit is only growing your status on the socail hierachy All the inventions of xerox park seem silly with app oriented society's fixations in mind I won't get specific due to security reasons ; (keyword: Patriot act) Serina Wright named me King but it is short term because 1 it is dangerous 2 people will ultimately despise you ; (americans love winners) why I switched from the Count to King Citizen She's pretty cool despite some rumors about her being sexually untouchable, and a lesbian to boot ; (perv) Her dad is weird, and doesn't speak much English, unlike my stepdad Art wolrd bulshit is only growing your status on the socail hierachy but it is short term because 1 it is dangerous 2 people will ultimately despise you ; The socail hierachy should be the last thing on your mind really since you are inclining a master piece but writing serves more than self-pride and postivity, it serves truth and knowledge to the people You'll be famous no matter what, why not do something that matters? Why not stop at nothing to make sure your stuff gets out? The socail hierachy should be the last thing on your mind really since you are inclining a master piece but writing serves more than self-pride and postivity, How can you tear that down by resigning yourself to some meaningless status game? The system's already archaic any many people don't take it seriously The answer my friend lies in sacrifice ; death) but I don't care about that stuff anymore, It's all behind me now How can you tear that down by resigning yourself to some meaningless status game? Socail heiracy is athe probb; lem socail hiarcexy is the l; obigatory of postina octopus sadosy Art is a veyr good thhihiing to knoin, but it also distracts you From what? Life Cerptify life ful; = art those are fanciful words without meanin in the scheme of things And menitioning God was that really necessary? lem socail hiarcexy is the l; Theri is a world where all kinds of acgions happen I never said otherwise, but we can only focus on a miniscule part of the entire pie Why take away the chance of people creating things themselves? Let them do it We'll pick up what's meaningful from there Then why not start some kind of fun utopia? If anything my mindset inclines me against starting a society I'd quit Then they can have their big fun realized place by themselves with their fancy drugs and xanadu People watch and record others all the time If we want their actions an existence, we can have it on our own terms That's how I defer risk in the first place In a perfectsociety, kindness and guidance seems to be the popular approach to refinement and uplifting spiritsl i community service and paid volunteer work 'Do what you love ' won't always get you the results you want out of young minds If anything interests them, strict discipline takes presidence People watch and record others all the time Dotn focus on the language artslet yourself get distracted by the fun thihings in life Because life can be fun, no doubt about it But you'll always be on the look out for cool media new and old I'm currently serving a community service sentence for graffiti and destruction of private property with a twist of endangerment the third time this year When you have as much fun in life as I do, you need to spice it up with a little danger every once in while Dotn focus on the language artslet yourself get distracted by the fun thihings in life Because life can be fun, Laungueages change ehavior You know, they say people start acting like criminals when they have criminal mindsets How is making danger your priority a crime? Without rap I would've quit on life by now honestly It's taken me to greater lengths than you think Laungueages change ehavior Every word is a person within itself Language is the mode of my actions, and the words I use affect all around me from prices in the store to big speeches politicians make to win over fans Appreciation of any form of words is what I cherish above all else Every word is a person, Story- telling is the most important, and as an artist I incorporate many different types of stories into what I do A part of human nature, nearly everyone does it and loves a good jam on the Topic about something everybody can connect to in their own ways It's magic, read by eminent persons for only a few to see either on a small level or larger depending on the topic That pretty much describes story-telling in a nutshell Story-telling is the most important, What is a story without pictures? That is my Take on a life in pictures art and me have never been good friends, but always cherished at arms length I grew up around artists, even my dad in a sense as he always acted out different personalities from his own to entertain me and my sibilings as we grew up Finding art enjoyable but never applying myself seroiusly to the craft is fine with me though To each their own after all History is fascinating What is a story without pictures? Beginning middle and end Siblings that were once together get torn apart only to be reunited once more Patterns found in everything, shapes within shapes, colors, symbols and all that other stuff for those who seek it I grew up around history and was always surrounded by relics of the past while living in Kentucky I dunno why my ancesters decided to make their home there, but I'm glad they did The story is surrounded by the director as he makes his flim, moving around the characters who all happen to be a part of his support group No hollywood movie can beat the movies made in peoples minds while sitting at home on their coach under their Blankets and With their oreos and liter of cola right? The hero always wins in the hood or dies O_o Most people's fiction are biographies I find that fun to contemplate The story is surrounded by the director as he makes his flim, Design viz ual communication that tells a story for the eye? Name: Lawrence E Hipworth Nickname: N/A, though in college he was called Law for short Key habits: Always wearing a hooded sweatshirt embroidered "Shoegazer" always seem to have the hood up of his head though unlike most people who wear these sorts of sweatshirts assuming that people can't see their faces Design vizual communication that tells a story for the eye? Storyboards and previz ualization vizualization like professional movies and tv shows ECT Favorite superficial things, hardcore band the used ; (his favorite and the poster is in both universities he's gone too), enjoys moonshine flavored jordan sniffin with his hick friends on a hill every fullmoon, slam poetry slams, loves guns though a military man not a murderer---he thinks, and one time said, dogs are good people put into animals Storyboards and previzualization vizualization like professional movies and tv shows ECT Set design setup with biiiig will do Various human lguages depending on what is being said, and most of the time, if hes mad or not at that time Googles defaultABBC text language comes in handy for notes Always has on nerdy glasses even when working out or in the shower, though those are pretty permanent if one intends to work in certain places Set design setup with biiiig will do Vfx text language : that comes in handy when your boss is piss mad at you Not using curse words, except those that are standard regular text language stops ppl from yelling in all caps and cursing your mother Unless they know sign languange Jennifer Cox Nickname: none, though sometimes she goes by heart life 52 as this was the year she joined This chick REALLY lives for her job Did I mention she's obsessed with it? Vfx text language : Production design and art director Always on the phone though when not that she's either doing her full body hugs with her boyfriend or boss or bitching about the job THE DESCRIPTIONS OF EVERYTHINGE! "Utility fog is a promising developmet for VRWEB fractions but it doesn't have the capabilities long division that the slow woman's pink has, if you get my drift " but at least she said this in a nice way on: "pedophile magik", or if you prefer, "particle physics levels of the Michigans London New York City hyperious government Idk why she describes it like that, but those are the terms she uses Makes note taking and writing a helluva lot longer though "De term wiki-pedia has liberal linguistics, even babel fish would have trouble translating some of the things said the baritone GERMANIC MAN's lover says Research on: Location THE DESCRIPTION OF THE LOCATION TOO Verbosity is just a virus ; (gets in tight spots to avoid her being bitched at) Name: Devlin Reinhardt ; (Portrait done by Lena Proestro) 2=D Key Habits: One of dev ways of using this drug is like the normal hollywood drugs u see in movies, snort lines off a shiny surface, though this time it's glass and not normally the table Location THE DESCRIPTION OF THE LOCATION TOO Concept ualize stuff when you're not creating music, whistling bollywood songs that he makes up on the spot, or eating Conceptualize stuff when you're not creating music, Dev is always eating as if hed go hungry in between meals ; (seems as if he forgot his last meal) Loves playing sad violins, though the tunes are catchy and does ask you to hum along He also loves acting like a mad scientist, but only with his synthesizer, you've grown accustomed to listen to it Seems as if this world has everything Except good 90s music He says peering into the glasses tube near him with fluid that looks like water Since Dev is always ALWAYS doing something you can build up the dramatic angle with his facility along with his and the subjects; (your) actions brightens up, he seems to really like this idea But what I liek the most about this idea is how easy of suspension of disbelief Sound effects in a mute man Tall about 6feet3 in his socks balding with curly hair that sticks out the sides and back of his head almost resembling an afro or usb ports Man has long girthy neck leading into equally fat and round face Always wears earbuds that are plugged to his phone 24/7, even when he sleeps, I surmise ; (based on the time the man wakes up) This joker has some sick music taste Sound effects in a mute man Inception| logic to this men's brain Jennifer velzquez ; (Self portrait by me lol) The Basics Smart thinking despite what the looks would imply, works with Devlin and is a good listener, that doesn't speak much whenever she does usually for a good reason, patiently waits until I have the sleeping quarters soundproofed to avoid loud music at night ecspecially bass sounds Most of all she really wants to meet CHVRCHES Like REALLY bad Inception| logic to this men's brain Prototyping|visualazation Of My brain child Because there's the psycho band angle that solely concentrates on the music rather than what the hell is happening in the audience Consumed Mind-IWC division: Zalmora Device: an alchemical, sound manipulating device ; (used by barrier child) looks like a black tuba but shorter, and quite frankly better as it emits more sonic wavelengths Prototyping|visualazation Of My brain child Manufacturing|capture Other uses of this is to capture the sound waves into a container like an empty gallon ige ; (beer) bottle Other creations: Because you're dealing with sound, you can also play other things other than music, literally making sound effects, series of bump sounds in a pattern for example ; (mentally programmed) or just humming as vocal sound Capturing these as samples and sequences makes this thing handy for altering other sounds toooo Manufacturing|capture: Finish| expierence Music is a high that nobody ever come down too, and it seems as if this works both during use the intital activation of dance and attention, or just the expierence on its own Creations designs are labeled BUT not referred to All of these don't have intended uses, HOWEVER "Alchemy and Science can do wonderful things" especially when their realm is the brain While I focus on barrier and others on tracking and investigation Finish| expierence: It takes too many people to make a movie this just takes one It takes too many people to make a movie, It can take too many people to visualize a story a director and an crew can do at least something It can take too many people to visualize a story, One potiental problem is it could become reallyrainReally boring if its only colors and light shows But as a landscape of thoughts It could simulate nearly ANY journey the weilder wishes With barrier, conciousness, music, and hallucinations I believe it an amazingly helpful tool One potiental problem is it could become reallyrainReally boring if its only colors and light shows Make everyone a director and give them creative block, and ya got sumthin Just some idle thoughts with food for thought I'll tell ya what, whenever the team gets back, me n you can start writin' together, on the Captain's bed Thats WAY comfy Zal Go to Arty's bunk You have work to do here Make everyone a director and give them creative block, Logic equals rules and void is chaos Mission workload essays: 1 Pages, 6/45 words ; (writing style) = Load Workload 7/10 Official mission workload: 48 PAGES 70, 355 WORDS = Load workload 6 8586 but you decide to be polite Last thing you need is for them to look more grim Dharm hit the spot with his quick commentary Logic equals rules, Whats better than a movie Screens! Barriers are the main thing you contribute besides social skils ; (And guns obviously) so it all evens out in the team anyways Zal will help and you immediately move to work finding you're a lot of pacing to do After the next many weeks you find something that works for an sectioning off the area and allow sound through Mostly, your own music tastes might offend you soon, if they aren't already Your own movie theater is a steppy up from your artist days of Old Detroit, and the captain gives you keen eyes as he quickly begins to realize what else you're planning This mission objective could change everything about the Illusionists "So, yeah we could use machinery and resources but this sound wall thing seems like a really futuristic idea, and would help with the time Darm whatta you think? " The Captain ponders aloud Your own movie theater is a steppy up from your artist days of Old Detroit, Design your own movie theater: movie theater, quality time ! Cooled Seats Created a small perpetual sound section that "Captures" and plays sounds for entertainment is key Anything louder than 85 becomes silent As an gift to the crew, you put in specialized "Pillowseats" Design your own movie theater: Something that is not incremental but increases quality of life 60% is a personal favorite Time Saving would have been without the movie theater (really it's only saving 3 hours, and qquality is probably lower) Yellowcard: How many Seats: 20, Width: 10, Back Support: 8/10, Leg Room: 5/10 Time to rest after shifts is a must Zal knows this too and gets you to "Take 10" Something that is not incremental, Zero to one officer powers Maybe a putter or something that makes spirits more compliant Zero to one officer powers Take the bible and make a movie out of it differently then you did the last time You cheadle, then decide to ask the one person getting paid to be a consult on this mission "Hey Hinsman, can I borrow your G Dane? " Hinsher and you are steps away when he asks you what it is for You tell him and he just nods He's really something Which i could right now but I'll make it a little harder on you Which i could right now, So much data deciding where to even start Other then the pseudo original crew, there are 15 people there right now with thier nuances Fights have broken out, romances have bloomed, and team work was essential for most but some still are unable to stand each other You didn't really keep up with it all, but you're a pro at this stuff Three days later you come back and find something else that you had forgotten all about Best scientists are more interested in the aesthic vrs the technical theme melding, rhythm, lighting , pace and umph are most important Clips you find do that The movie you're making is a mind melting experience for those that see it all the way through as real events transpire on your world The illusion is complete when Zal starts screaming at you for killing her boyfriend Deciding on a name isn't an easy feat for a man like you I see a program that renders out every possible angle on your situation Twisting words until there's a meaning that sticks, catchy The idea twisting brain waves until the solution sticks You could always go with "The twisting plot devise! Heh, got your attention now? too bad its taken "Eureka! " That one belonged to Archimedes… Well the first mundane version of it at least… Those events are still classified, but lead to your Minds invention I see a program that renders out every possible angle on your situation Every possible expression for eye movement, facial muscle spasms, breathing, thoughts even were explored and condensed to as few as 125 possible commands A few pilots tested this made your job much easier (Yours too actually) You had the room you used for testing soundproofed and installed a secret hatch that dropped down a lead-lined projector that would show the images quicker then the eye could detect without any apparent source That took 12 more iterations to perfect you remember fondly Every possible expression for eye movement, Every possible possibility of how the minds input could be detected was explored, finally settling with an Holo-deck style mind game that would test the user in every way it could without the need to make bodily reactions This proved even more difficult because of personal forcefields, but seemed to work well enough anyway due to your not using mechanical controls at all You weren't able to use a regular Holodeck either due to the equipment available trying to detect brainwaves Every possible possibility of how the minds input could be detected was explored, Then you give the computer some rules to follow to create a simple story line Nothing with intellectual property rights or anything, just cartoon world representations of whatever the minds thoughts conjure up plus a few exotic touches you thought of here and there If they want a car chase they get a car There are no speed limits in there after all Made Corstra Infamous in a different sort of way with your device It might have some expensive applications you thought while raking in the money from aspiring artists Then you give the computer some rules to follow to create a simple story line It creates a video for you to watch while the subject is in the chair to direct the narrative and your making sure everything is running smoothly With some tweaking you have it synced up to appropriate music usually from their chosen generation, they all seem to enjoy it more that way Specific scenes get specific sounds you spent weeks trying to perfect, might be a little too precise but why let the subconscious mind taint the creative process? You are a surgeon after all… You Just need a codename and of course something for yourself It creates a video for you to watch while the subject is in the chair to direct the narrative and your making sure everything is running smoothly I see billy fea bots rendered out in so many ways even as an metal album cover once But you'll always think of it as "Unit 231" I see billy fea bots rendered out in so many ways, Doing so many things with this place now, you might eventually get bored and let another sociologist use it for whatever experiments If you don't scrap it for parts first that is You wonder what your fellow MindRekeepers are doing It's only a matter of time before they're called on again after all Not much time though considering the Last witch war was 400 years ago Doing so many things with this place now, Am i blinded by entertainment or is this the end? Am i blinded by entertainment or is this the end? Could i use computers to grow crops and feed people? I think that's a yes Could i use computers to grow crops and feed people? I see a program that takes a script and comes up with a an aesthic solution capable of driving human minds It's taking over everything so it might as well try to entertain I am single file in a row of precise rows, facing the shadowy reflection of myself clouding a mechanical device A new day of trying to find out what exactly this all means Education is the answer give the people of this once great nation something to do while manipulating their minds Pick up any electronics device you please and look for a game to pass the time or use it for education like how to fix that thing if it breaks down The government funded group is successful after all It seems I owe them an apology in advance before they attack my website and declare me insane I was so blind in the past; thank Eyeless Joe I came to my senses Education is the answer; Education defeated slavery after all, and ignorance breeds it Amendment XXV to the US constitution makes this google-drive-like database mandatory to assign everyone a unique name Considering that genetics can create vastly varied superheroes and the possibility of mutants I wouldn't be so sure Education defeated slavery after all, He began to think about the next thirty years in the space program and slowly drifted to sleep as he imagined the stars While going up a futuristic elevator with your friend sure beats climbing a mountain He began to think about the next thirty years in the space program and slowly drifted to sleep as he imagined the stars How do you make people care about what they've never seen but can feel? More practical things I guess, but sometimes you need Flash to keep up morale The government's fault really; you're suppose to be independent now and choosing the right candidates, sadly it's not what it used to be under Lyman's Watch Just need an angle to start people coding games once a year to keep things interesting wait that's it! a new game every year! How do you make people care about what they've never seen but can feel? Lead somewhere that is worth your time in real life! Behold the life of me, a computer programmer in the crazy future of 2095 (Captain); (Name) Lead somewhere that is worth your time in real life! Well told promise is half broken anyway, I haven't fixed much Thanks for all the support, still exciting times and amazing technology in the year 2095 Well told promise is half broken anyway, Story telling with out dialog is the most inclusive approach you can take Choose more than one! Well ready or not here we go again Sometimes you have to face reality even if it means staring into the eyes of the primal life across from you as it charges towards you with make belief weapons It's make believe because guns aren't allowed in the tribe lands, a chief's ruling apparently Thanks to that old rule you're still in one peace anyway, and ready for the upcoming hunt Purest form of cinematic storytelling Not everyone appreciates theoverwhelming effects and brand names, photography and colors of visual sequencing I on the other hand appreciate a good story so add that to sensory pleasures and that equals entertainment shorts of movies Shouldn't something from the future be more like Virtual reality? It was too late for you anyway; technology changed your life when you heard War of worlds on that victrola radio Now you're in it Purest form of cinematic storytelling Not everyone appreciates theoverwhelming effects and brand names, Unify theory of two plus two equals four equals truth You hold the secrets of In this day and age religion has proven to be the enemy of truth and the friend of ignorance All religions are fallible because there all man made and therefore limited in their knowledge So then which religion is correct? None of them The world is billions and trillions of years old, our existence eternal due to previous creations that existed, imploded, exploded or eventually collapsed Unify theory of two plus two: Let the audience add narrative to your pictures Can't live in world without metaphors, is a flower self aware of being pretty? Does it yearn for sunshine and water? Time to wake up to new possibilities what if today was the day the world ended? Of course it wasn't really ever going to happen, when you think about it really hard it sort of loses its meaning Well at least it did on me, maybe that's why they called me a Paradox, anything is possible after all Let the audience add narrative to your pictures Judith weston acting seminar 'Acting is all about honesty getting out of your head and into your heart Who are you? What are you? Why am I doing this? Am I finding myself, I think not rather I'm loosing myself, somewhere in between the artist and the art Themes come in every shape and size and even sexuality Someone once told 'contemplation of things unknown was the stuff this stuffiest substance' Seek the higher level of conversation Judith weston acting seminar 'Acting is all about honesty The thing the drives all thier choices is fearTo be or not to be is not the question The Question is are you living your Dream? Which one? You have many 'You shoot a movie and hope people come, You write a play and hope people talk about it, You direct a show and hope critics get it, You paint a picture and hope it sells, You sing a song and hope it makes others feel as good as you do The thing the drives all thier choices is fearTo be or not to be is not the question The spine still holds up the skeleton, but it' been reduced to a pile of bones What's left if you really concentrate on it? Curiosity? Impatience? Arrhh PERHAPS! We follow our dreams but live our realities, I've learned focus on the dreamers not the dream It's them who resonate most and impact on those around them The spine still holds up the skeleton, Micheal corrleano godfather - passion is a dangerous thing It clouds your judgment Perhaps because my judgment was clouded by passion I made mistakes God forgives therefore man should forgive Girl stands in park fascinated by dinosaur dreams Welcome to dreamland! Time passes and imagination never ends, communication, relationships, heartache and hopes flies though her mind as she grows into a women Micheal corrleano godfather - passion is a dangerous thing Appease his father (fantasyconclusion) There' no talking to you when you get like this Steve has changed so much He thinks your trying to compete with him and his writing your not but he just doesn't understand He thinks a novel will grant him reality acceptance fame even What he does writes is Not reality anyway, it's fiction and only appeals to teenage girls reading vampire romance Their just not real stories anyway even his own are all too predictable Appease his father ; Find the beauty enchanting stand in awe of its vastness heightening your awareness and releasing you from your own prison Go out and live your own dream, don't wait for someone else to make it come true anymore if they did, it wouldn't be yours anyway Listen to your heart not your mind, because even when you think you have, your heart is the one calling the shots It's easy to get lost in the fear and drive yourself mad with indecision Find the beauty enchanting stand in awe of its vastness Prevent harm save the day, overcome adversity have your own happy ending hope is tragic, it leaves you at the end of any trilogy Yet it's life and love that sustains you through these phases of imagination and reality read one too many fantasy books as a kid perhaps? Followed her father into Military service thinking he could protect her and give her the life shes wanted for herself At times she thinks about settling down, getting married even having kids Prevent harm save the day, Do what was best for his child Maybe that was you who knows? Is this who you are, or who you've become? who were you? Come out fighting, Stand up be counted Recognise the problem before it's too late, Take control play the game or watch what you love fall into the hands of someone who will Good intentions pave the way to hell Or heaven words written in blood by a dying man Decipher them now father Some are born neg some born pos either way your gonna die but before you diiiiiiiiiiie you're gonna see "Free Germany" ! HOW TO ONLY DO THINGS YOU KNOW YOU'LL ONLY DO ONCE: LIVE! Theres no such thing as the truth There's only well spun fiction ; Of all the things that can be stolen, being robbed of your right to choose, is the worst kind of theft Take the wheel when you realize what drives you Life's hard, it's about the choices you make, the dangers you face and controlling your own destiny Some say the map is more important than the journey to reach the destination Pick a path and try not to fall off Nobody wants to go around in circles their whole life, right? Look behind the curtain and off you go into the wild blue yonder Your heart's been captured, but did it ever stand a chance? You take the wheel and steer it this is maturity and opening the next door in your life Take what you learned and think about it on your long trip ahead Every path diverges somewhere and every mind merges at some time Now! It has been a pleasure serving with you and I wish you good luck on your next assignment Do not be bitter because a dog bit you If you tie him up he won't be able to, and likewise all of these things that have happened to you are your own fault You take the wheel and steer it this is maturity and opening the next door in your life Change is fundamental real or imagined, it must be embraced with open arms to remain free and unfettered Do not worry about me Whatever I faced in my life couldn't hold a candle to what I faced in yours I will deal with it just as I have dealt with everything else in my life With confidence and strength Change is fundamental, What is beyond story and legend? what do you believe? What lies ahead for you? Answers: Typhoon, Brotherhood plot device, Calico Jack ; (pirate), Big Red, Sea Dog ; Deep Six, Captain Slavelord, ex-Colonial Drop Ship; What is beyond story and legend? Nothing can stay static forever, not even in stasis Nothing gold can stay That is an elusive dream without basis in reality You must move forward The future will become foundation for others to build upon PIRATES! BEWARE! BLACK SKELLIG HAS TIDINGS OF DEBT IF YOU ACQUIRE ABOUND IN HIS DEBTORET SYSTEM YOU WILL BE REWARDED REPEAT Nothing can stay static forever, Drama is anticpation with excitement of what is to become Life is change Sometimes that change can be very subtle while others quite not Your existence has been extraordinary; the experiences, the experiments, the magic, you've seen it all You've been known by many different names and personas, but has it really been you each time? Its strange how in a single moment a life can change forever or end suddenly Drama is anticpation with excitement of what is to become Mingled with uncertainity is anticipation The curtain is about the rise on a new act Your instincts will guide you inti the right plow "Fantasy and reality are one in the same; it is how you perceive things to be " This is something your old teacher once told you, now it that time to put it into practice Mingled with uncertainity is anticipation Want to know how it will conclude in the long term read the books and support the series! As always thank you for reading and here is a LORE! fact for you: The spire that the fanatics wanted to destroy would have been able to terraform an entire planet! Want to know how it will conclude in the long term, Construct anticpation transmissions! Construct anticpation transmissions! Honest conflicts is what makes a story worth telling SO WILL THERE BE ANOTHER BOOK? Honest conflicts is what makes a story worth telling Truth that produces doubt leads to insanity Opening the next door is also closing a previous one Trees make paper, paper makes books, books help us acsess knowledge Is burning them really worth it? THE FLAMES OF FEAR UNLEASHED! All you had to do was shoot the Spook and not try to lift the curse Truth that produces doubt leads to insanity Dorries short term memory might be impacted, but long term Thats something she'll always have forver Burn in hell maggots! Dorries short term memory might be impacted, Hope ya like my new custom shotgun! It was obtianed by bartering with ruffians I call it Bubba Ruthless! Advance forward or die in place, the choice is yours! Global tension builds as posturing occurs You have unlocked the secret of the ultimate power, soon you will be able to use your mind to influence another's Strongest mind wins The rest become ghosts of the past Global tension builds as posturing occurs Will you find x in such a large y The odds are 1 in infinity Only a madman can rule alone on a lifethumos planet for now Death makes no promises Nothing in life is certain except duel! Will you find x in such a large y? No songs named after you? You have been singing the wrong song! In a room full of heroes someone is bound to be a zero Character driven story or plot driven, that is the question! No songs named after you? No i want moment / i want song Together we soar higher than angels Together we are eternals Guns and Roses are coming to town so we should go see them together With all the rioting and madness episodes in this city, I'm sure something will happen involving us Yeah, earth, I'm coming home to you will you still take me back? I'M NOT THE SAME BOY I USED TO BE! No happy village / happy village song I would taunt someone in a staring contest to gain advantage Before speaking ask yourself, WWBD? As you lose lucidity during your cold death we are abandoned together in paradise No love story besides that of and by itself Does not play well with others = FPS suicide bomber Collaboration is generally frowned upon in a winner takes all world Count to five, slip into the darkness no one will notice just one more death in a world of migddd Just one more death Use logic to overcome emotion; don't just say someone as a friend if they are not truly and fully your friend Cut your losses at some point! No love story besides that of and by itself No villain monologues to give you clues on what they are going to do zombies that outnumber you severely who knew? Stop with the classic rock and roll because these kids are making their own music The healing process is a long road You have some positive traits, and some understandable anger over loss May the new opportunities be embraced, The new shall replace the old just like magic has reworked the possibilities of your life No villain monologues to give you clues on what they are going to do Will live life in a certain way as long as conditions are meetable This planet has un barring any hope or happy outcome to any survivor of this infection Some survivors sleep with one eye openand are disobedient because they feel as if they are on borrowed time Others worship the collar and embrace rule follower cause 'does it really matter at this point? Nice guys place pedestal next to casket for their egos to lay upon True that some need compliments so they know they are doing good work, but a certificate is not permanent If those conditions are not met it's mutiny time happy life or death __________________ Last edited by Terminator; 12-16-2015 at 06: 01 PM If those conditions are not met it's mutiny time happy life All bets are off when existence is at stake -Mirai All bets are off when existence is at stake Will be kind, generous, beautiful, happy As long as he stays at the top of the food chain As long as he stays at the top of the food chain Theme Eternal Sunshine ThemeEntry #1 Theme: Who are you to come here and pass judgment on me and my kind? The man dressed in faded jeans and an old shirt, holds a crucifix out at you It's the last thing you see before he explodes in a bloody mess England is just starting to find its feet again after The Walking Dead wiped out almost the entire population when you were born Who are you to come here and pass judgment on me and my kind? Lawerence of arabia you are not, you decide as the man's blood spurts on to your face Now the other survivors will remember there are zombies, and more importantly there are other survivors out there Key word: There As in past tense Who knows what he was thinking setting a stronghold up in the old Harrods department store Now no one else will come here and use up our supplies Lawerence of arabia you are not, Where is his place in the world you reflect as you walk up the escalator Life in a department store, where some rooms still even have manequin displays of expensive clothing He must have been a hired guard or something at first, but he turned it into a home I guess he had sunlight for quite sometime too, right up until yesterday when you arrived You smash open a cooked meat Snikers and start eating it greedily Where is his place in the world, Can you invoke wonder IS this a place where dreams come true? Somehow this doesn't seem like the place any more, soon you will be leaving and who can say if you can come again You look higher up at the beautiful chandelier lights and then back at the pile of zombie head in the room below No one then Darwin said only the strongest survived With mutants soon to join the feeding frenzy, humanity has hit its expiration date Not graciously however Can you invoke wonder? Magic ingrediant umes from somewhere Wherever they came from, there is no sense in letting go to waste It's time swallow a strong helping and meet your destiny THE END ; (Yeah I cheated, what are you going to do about it? Hold them still and surrunder to wonder Hold them still and surrunder to wonder) Express values you personally hold dearest into a simple themed list EVERYTHING You hold dear) ) Who are you? inside stuff only you know here ) What can you do? or in other words what is your skill set? ) What do you want? (need craving) ) How do you move? (mode of transportation) Whom do you know? (Allies/Enemies etc Express values you personally hold dearest into a simple themed list Feel free to add to or completely ignore this! It's only here as a guide Ok Part 2: The road so far Intro: There once was a little boy or girl everyone has their own story It is often told but never the same In Terminal you are newborn, you feel everything for the first time and make choices that will make your future Your choices matter even in the smallest groups You can either be kind or cruel in word or deed Feel free to add to or completely ignore this! Use what you know and draw from it to choose wisely This is just a fun game to try but the more you put into it the more you'll get out of it Use what you know and draw from it to choose wisely Capture a truth-- donsnt need to be plot or fact just your best shot Capture a truth-- donsnt need to be plot or fact just your best shot Express values you feel dearest into a simple themed list (inside stuff only you know here) ) Whom do you know? Have fun and enter the storm! Express values you feel dearest into a simple themed list Actulizing the world space Ok I think we're ready Its up to you to explore the desrecated areas of this wonderland now Please change this string into something meaningful, YOUR content is what drives the story Go through any door and see what is behind the door Good luck, you'll need it Death is but another path, one that we all must take but my sister and I have come to find another short cut: the dream of the God machine, the Eden virus Only winners may pass beyond villains always lose zee body, ze voice, ze mind Choose right and live or defy and die Find strength in friends (Only ifed by friends) Your eternal mind ; (memories, personality, identity Character- environment- pff keyboard- ; (life itself) cruel, chaos ; (game is evil hee hee ) poetic, dangerous freedom to choose between good and evil Silently you wander, searching for your lost humanity-- among the past This text adventure is meant to be played many times- always choosing a different path, or deciding to enter a new area Each time yields dfferent encounters uniquely crafted to match the theme of your current list of ingredients Character- environment- pff Viewpoint; ( camera-focus) free, you can look arund your enviroment but be sure to make choices ; ( haveyou looked at the door or at the cabinet in the room you are in? CHARACTERS You are he, she, it, or What are you doing here? Save yourself or suffer chaos and disorder? Lead a simple life and move on among the stars Incalmately, reality ; (BSc Nursing), good old Chuck ( camera-focus) free, the world is waiting for you Behind the wall, where shadows lie longing And the thief who has found an empty coffin and now stares in at a beautiful sleeping woman --covered with the blankets of the royal arms----Beware he does not become enamored indeed ; (of his wrongfulness, deeds of evil) Gone are the witcheries, but soon to be reality A sunlamp will go off in 1 minute The city and the book the world is waiting for you How do you clone an object say using microwaves? Propose a realistic theory based on new concept (ego-syntax realism) There isnt going to be a right answer, its just a matter of finding what you like and comparing to other ideas you come across Good luck in your dealings among the creatures who think they are gods Open brackets always mean there is an alternate reality or something similar taking place instead of this one now How do you clone an object say using microwaves? He felt like shit but was that normal Someone unfriendly has sabotaged your vehicle You must try to survive the war zone ahead Vampire is on board, hunting you (clumsy)zombie virus unleashed The walking dead are going to eat your brain You are standing on a beach of sand below a full moon This unnerves you (your fear is unreasonable)Your stress level is rising You don't like this weird place He felt like shit, The cursing spewed from his mouth with out control the day before he had tried to forget this day so many years before The dead body on the floor was obvious he would frame it as a suicide Cursing the name of Willy the retard he tries to put it out of his mind as he steps over her body taking careful steps towards the stage The cursing spewed from his mouth with out control the day before he had tried to forget this day so many years before The cracks where showing already he was later then they should be A feeling in his gut like something was wrong-terribly wrong The hallway leading to it seemed to somehow be evaporating what was behind it As if the sand was being shifted through a hour glass leaving soft echoes of sound you could only faintly hear Every thing is uncertain right now even life and death themselves were created from the beginning of time and space-- why can't dream weavers be as well? The cracks where showing already he was later then they should be How to program madness says the greatest mad man who ever lived You cant give it up now-- theres no way you'll get through this alone-- the madness leading from the deep psychic core of your brain makes it obvious you can't-- but there is another, quite you don't know of yet A dying man upon his death bed: 'is all we are is dust in the wind' one hour later, the bodiless brain dead corpse of Iron Horse was dashed upon the rocks How to program madness? How to program hating your self It's easy there are always many people in this cold ruthless world who hate you; THE ONLY THING YOU SHOULD NEVER LOSE IS YOUR SELF RESPECT The smile on her face is so beautiful you can feel it as you close your eyes and see it in your soul You hope you don't let yourself down you promised if nothing else not to become a total failure--Now or ever after How to program hating your self? It was a loss of control but perhaps not really of your own will You shake off the last remaining effects of these cruel specters ect finally you see him but it's clear even though it's happy-ever-after time for you and her he's mad and out for blood tonight Too bad it won't be yours-- as he hops down-- blocking your path to the stage, a growl comes out his mouth so vicious that but makes you strangely hungry It was a loss of control but perhaps not really of your own will The loss of control mixed with sugur destroyed him stuck between animal mind and higher reasoning dead in the middle dictating only death, failure, and hate/repression and you were a beacon of-- something young and beautiful that could never be allowed to reach her full potential You set off quickly not willing to risk it He lied he jumped at you flying through the air moving much faster than he should have been able to but you did see this coming The loss of control mixed with sugur destroyed him stuck between animal mind and higher reasoning dead in the middle dictating only death, Anything to sufficiently distract you really You manage to avoid him drawing hastily from your thin wallet the fake State medical card you just knew you'd need someday for some situation like this Or any other club tonight for that matter Maybe anywhere in the city was a bad idea-- States weren't exactly too forgiving when it came to people using others as guinea pigs whether they liked it or not Of course they also seemed to be unusually lenient with Demons who cheated death and vast human gambling rings so perhaps they just didn't care You were starting to see why he was mad Unfortunately he saw through your trick-- lazers screeching by and nicking at your legs to stop you as he quickly came up behind you taking blow after blow from him-- even in your late 'teens were nothing to scoff at He catches you with a desperate overhand, hoping the element of surprise would work in your favor You somehow manage to duck and avoid the worst of it it's in that moment you grab the teeth spewing from his mouth-- putting your fist into his jaw as hard as you could Before he knows what is going on you sneakily get behind him open the top of his mouth and force them down his throat Laser blasts flame out one side of his face melting a club security goon before he hits the ground dead You've killed him after all You have little time to reflect upon it and do not feel remorse-- but a strange sense of pride that you did in fact take this demon down He was just too powerful, if he wanted to take me down-- No one could stop him You dash forward clearing the the other two guards within seconds reinforced by your suden boost in power taken from the beast you slain However now what? You're half tempted to try your luck busting out Meliodas but you know that beyond this door is a large horde of demonic types and the single most powerful one, not counting The There's no way the two of you could breach that stronghold You breathe heavily, sitting upon the ground with a cold sweat, left with only one real option Calling for help "Elios, you piece of cocks " You call, tapping your leg as you wait for him to pick up "Pick up you tiny prick, I need that door out here opened Whether you like it or not, it's safer with me than it is out there right now " You offer, as you attempt to calm yourself down --- In the end, he helps; getting the door open just in time as your ambushers stragglers find you-- a full three minues before Elios and his Crowd of excited guards find him "Alright you little shemale, come on! Let's take this freakshow on! You hope Nic is alright With a groan the door opens, light floods inward along with Elios' men promising a nasty end "Alright then Let's do it You may have some unfinished busines, when this is done The pair of you move forward into the dawn, weapons ready as the cool air prickles your skin With a shrug and a nuzzle you move forward, Elios firing a few bolter shots to back your first two pursuers away from you You find yourself thinking sad thoughts about Father Tomas, hoping that wherever he is now, that he at least made his peace after such a betrayal

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Ashley & John's Bespoke La Valencia Hotel Wedding

Ashley & John's Bespoke La Valencia Hotel Wedding

Of all the San Diego wedding DJs calling America’s finest city home, Ashley & John chose me to DJ and MC their bespoke La Valencia Hotel wedding on Sunday, 5.26.19. The following write-up is based on San Diego DJ Staci’s crazy organized & detailed outline for this La Valencia Hotel wedding.

  THE LA VALENCIA HOTEL WEDDING CEREMONY

This La Jolla landmark has their own sound system & mic for the ceremony. DJ Staci was inside setting up during this hotel wedding ceremony!

  (c) San Diego DJ Staci, the Track Star

  THE COCKTAIL HOUR & DINNER MUSIC

While San Diego DJ Staci offers couples pre-set cocktail & dinner playlists to choose from, Ashley & John opted to hand-select their background music for their  La Jolla wedding.

Cocktail Playlist ➔ 1. California Girls” Beach boys, 2. “Reminiscing” Little river band, 3. “Lovely Day” Bill Withers, 3. “What’s going on” Marvin Gaye, 4. “Hungry heart” Bruce springsteen, 5. “Rich Girl” Hall and oates, 6. “Nothing from nothing” Billy Preston, 7. “How deep is your love” Bee gees, 8. “I just called to say I love you” Stevie Wonder. 9. “Oh what a night” Four Seasons, 10. “Gotta Give It up Part 1” Marvin Gaye, 11 “I wanna be your lover” Prince, 12. “Ain’t no sunshine” Bill Withers, 13. “Do You Believe In Love” Huey Lewis and the News, 14. “Today I Met The Boy I’m Going to Marry” Darlene Love, 15. “Friends” Beach Boys, 16. “Don’t you want me” Human League, 17. “I can’t stand the rain” Anne Peebles, 18. “What a fool believes” Doobie Brothers, 19. “Borderline” Madonna, 20. “Weird Fishes” Radiohead, 21 “My Only Swerving” El ten eleven, 22 “Searching” Roy Ayers, 23 “You’re still a young man” Tower of power, 24. “Never too much” Luther Vandross, 25. “That’s the way of the world” Earth, Wind Fire, 26. “One Fine Day” The Chiffons, 27. “Here comes the sun” Beatles, 28. “Eyes without a face” Billy  Idol, 29. “Cruel summer” Bananarama, 30. “La Vie En Rose” Grace Jones, 31. “Graceland” Paul Simon, 32 “Let me in your life” Aretha Franklin, 33 “If I Ever Feel Better” Phoenix, 34 “Stuck in the Middle With You” Stealers Wheel, 35. “September” Earth Wind and Fire

Dinner Playlist ➔ 1 “Be My Baby” Ronettes, 2. “Claire de lune” Kamasi Washington, 3. “Our Way to Fall” Yo La Tengo, 4. “Ooh baby baby” Smokey Robinson, 5. “Poolside” Harvest moon, 6. “Tenderness” General Public, 7. “Will you still love me tomorrow” The Shirelles, 8. “TIL you come back to me” Aretha Franklin, 9. “Warmth of the Sun” Beach Boys, 10. “Red red wine” UB40, 11. “One on one” Hall   Oates, 12. “Lovefool” Cardigans, 13. “What a Difference A Day Makes” Dinah Washington, 14. “Astral Weeks” Van Morrison, 15. “Out of my league” Fitz and the tantrums, 16. “Sunday kind of love” Etta james, 17. “Drive” Cars, 18. “Young Americans” David Bowie, 19. “Sleepwalking” Modest Mouse, 20. “Beyond Love” Beach House, 21. “Feel Like Making Love” D’Angelo, 22. “You give good love” Whitney Houston, 22. “Poses” Rufus Wainwright, 23. “Overjoyed” Stevie Wonder, 24. “Try a Little Tenderness” Otis Redding, 25. “Say A Little Prayer” Aretha Franklin, 26.“Crazy for you” Madonna, 27. “Dream Lover” Mariah Carey, 28. “Midnight Train to Georgia” Gladys Knight, 29. “Crimson and Clover” Shondells, 30. “I just want to be your everything” Andy Gibb, 31. “Say it isn’t so” Hall and Oates, 32. “Close To You” Cure, 33.“Over My Head” Alabama Shakes, 34. “Only You” Platters, 35. “Don’t Worry Baby” Beach Boys, 36. Doo Wop That Thing” Lauryn Hill

  (c) San Diego DJ Staci, the Track Star

  THE LA VALENCIA HOTEL WEDDING RECEPTION

MC Welcome ➔ “Good evening! Welcome to Ashley & Johns wedding reception!!! I am the Master of Ceremonies, DJ Staci. Please take your seats so we can officially welcome our guests of honor. Please be sure to post your photos today with #YorkFee. If you need to charge your devices, I do have a mini charging station up here including some universal chargers.”

“Tonight I’m going to be sharing a lot of stories about John & Ashley with you. To get rolling, les tackle the first &I love you.& On their 80th date—yes, Ashley counts them—they were in Korea Town in LA to celebrate their 6 month anniversary. They checked into a swanky hotel, went to dinner at a Korean BBQ restaurant, then hit a karaoke bar. John said those 3 little words after dinner  Ashley quickly replied back! Awwww….. Ladies & gentlemen, put your hands together for the introduction of the wedding party.”

Grand Entrance ➔ “Chapel of Love” Dixie Cups

➔ “Show some love to Best Woman &  Sister of the Groom, Heather, &  Flower Girl, Claire!!!”

➔ “Please welcome Best Man, Patrick!!!”

➔ “Give it up for Junior Bridesmaid, Sophie!!!”

➔ “Show some love to Maid of Honor & Sister of the Bride, Amanda, and Flower Girl, Grace!!!”

➔ “Be My Baby” Ronettes ➔  “They first connected online then eventually met up on February 28, 2017, on Sunset Blvd. On their first date, they met at a restaurant  stayed until close. Together they enjoy long talks, vacationing, visiting film festivals across the US, & walking their dog, Lula, at the beach. They are planning a honeymoon to Kauai. Ladies & gentlemen, get on your feet to welcome–for the FIRST TIME EVER— Mr. & Mrs. John F & Ashley Y!!!” ➔ keep playing “Be My Baby” Ronettes

➔ Newlywed Brief Welcome/Thank You Speech ➔ continue “Be My Baby” Ronettes

➔ Meal Served: plated ➔ Announce: “Dinner will be served momentarily. Also, at about 6:25 you can grab a glass of champagne from the bar for the toasts, if you like.”

6:25 PM  ➔ Announce: “Just a reminder that you can grab a glass of champagne from the bar now if you like one for the toasts.”

6:30 PM   ➔ Toasts ➔ Champagne available at bar at 6:25 PM ➔  Ladies & gentlemen, may I have your attention please for the toasts. Please welcome our first speaker:

➔ Maid of Honor & Sister of the Bride, Amanda

➔ Mother of the Bride, Claudette

➔ Father of the Bride, Tim

➔ Parents of the Groom, Joan & Russ

➔ Best Woman &  Sister of the Groom, Heather

➔ Best Man & Brother of the Groom, Patrick

➔ First Dance ➔ “You’ve Got a Friend” (live), Donnie Hathaway ➔ fade early: no ➔  “On their 321st date, John & Ashley went on a last minute trip to Hawaii’s big island. She had heard him on the phone trying to get a reservation at a swanky restaurant there…she began to wonder if a marriage proposal was in her future…hmmm?! After splashing around in the water and watching a magical Hawaiian sunset, they returned to their stunning oceanfront room. John ordered champagne, &  he asked her a very important question. We know how she answered because we are about to welcome Ashley & John to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife.”

➔ Combo Parent Dance ➔ “The Way You Look Tonight” Tony Bennett ➔ fade early: no ➔ “John admires that his mother has been married to his dad for HALF A CENTURY! About her father, Ashley says:  Dad drove me to school everyday and always got me there early—FOR 12 YEARS–teaching me the valuable asset of punctuality. Now lets welcome John &  his mother, Joan, with Ashley  her father, Tim, to the dance floor to share a special dance.”  ➔ open dance floor up to everyone

  (c) San Diego DJ Staci, the Track Star

  ➔ Open Dancing

8:15 PM ➔ Bouquet Toss ➔ “Then he Kissed me” Crystals

➔ Longest Married Couple Dance ➔ “A Song for You,” Donnie Hathaway ➔ Announce: “We’d like to invite all of the married couples to the dance floor right now…The newlyweds would like to dedicate this song to all of the couples in the room, married or not.” ➔ Announce: “We’d like to give a special shout out to John’s parents, Joan & Russ, who will celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary on August 16th, as well as Ashley’s mom & her husband, Fred, who just celebrated their first wedding anniversary! Congrats!!!”

8:30 PM ➔ Photographer leaves

9:50 PM ➔ Last Dance ➔ “I Wanna Dance With Somebody,” Whitney H ➔ Announce: “There will be an after party from now until 2:00 AM in Cafe Rue, which is by the lobby. There will be free snacks &  drinks available for purchase.”

➔ Send-Off ➔ “I Only Have Eyes For You” Flamingos

  ASHLEY & JOHN’S DANCE MUSIC RECIPE

Requests ➔ line dances only if requested

Music ➔ PG-13/clean radio edits

Play A Lot ➔ Top 40, Oldies/Motown, 80s, Funk

Play A Few ➔ Disco, Classic Rock, Hip Hop, 90s, 2000s

Slow Dances ➔ “That’s What Friends are for,” Dionne Warwick, “You Give Good Love,” Whitney Houston

♥  M U S T – P L A Y S ♥

1. “All night long” Lionel Richie, 2. “You make my dreams come true” Hall &  Oates, 3. “Poison” Bel Biv Devoe, 4. “Karma Chameleon” Culture Club, 5. “Respect” Aretha Franklin, 6. “Toxic” Britney Spears, 7. “Footloose” Kenny Loggins, 8. “Crazy in love” Beyonce, 9. “Finesse” Bruno Mars, 10. “Holiday” Madonna, 11. “Faith” George Michael, 12. “Can’t Stop The Feeling” Justin Timberlake

♥ P L A Y   I F   Y O U   C A N ♥

“Cosmic Girl” Jamiroquai, “Feels so Good” Mase, “Dancing In the Streets” Martha & the Vandellas, “It Takes Two” Rob Base, “I like it” Cardi B  for MOH Amanda, “You Drop the Bomb on Me” Gap Band, “Sexyback” Justin Timberlake, “1999” Prince, “No Scrubs” TLC, “Livin on a Prayer” Bon Jovi, “Twist and Shout” the Beatles, “It Feels Good” Toni Tony Tone, “Uptown Funk” Bruno Mars, “Treasure” Bruno Mars, “This Is How We Do It” Montel Jordan, “Push It” Salt N Pepa, “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” Marvin Gaye, “Single Ladies” Beyonce, “Let’s Dance” David Bowie, “Bootylicious” Beyonce, “Hip to be Square” Huey Lewis, “Glamorous life” Sheila E, “Shoop” Salt & Peppa, “It feels so right” Sonique, “Call Me Al” Paul Simon, “Purple rain” Prince, “Hollywood Swinging” Kool and the Gang, “Signed Sealed Delivered I’m Yours” Stevie Wonder, “Bring It On Home” Sam Cooke, “You can’t Hurry Love” The Supremes, “Higher and Higher” Jackie Wilson, “All for you” Janet Jackson

♥ D O   N O T   P L A Y S ♥

Journey, trap, country, Lynyrd Skynrd, Bob Segar, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Michael Jackson, Pharrell’s “Happy,” AC/DC

  LA VALENCIA HOTEL WEDDING FLOOR PLAN

  SAN DIEGO WEDDING VENDOR LIST

Here is the amazing team of San Diego wedding vendors I had the pleasure of working with on this La Valencia Hotel wedding:

Venue/Caterer/Cake ➔ La Valencia Hotel

DJ/MC/Photo Booth/Lighting ➔ DJ Staci, the Track Star

Photographer ➔ Wally Wilson Studios

Florist ➔ Kimberly Buffington

Again, I was honored to be the one and only San Diego wedding DJ Ashley & John trusted with their La Valencia Hotel wedding in La Jolla. Thank you!

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War of the Words: Calum Worthy, Jackie Long, and Joseph Kahn on Bodied

Joseph Kahn’s “Bodied” is unlike anything you’ve seen before. It’s a hyperactive action-comedy set in the world of rap battling, where brilliant minds fire jaw-dropping disses at each other and the arena is a safe space for non-PC culture, no matter how offensive. In a story co-written by Joseph Kahn and Alex Larsen (with a screenplay by Larsen, known as the battler Kid Twist), "Bodied" takes the form of a rap music “Whiplash” as a dorky white kid named Adam (Calum Worthy) becomes the protege to Jackie Long’s character Behn Grimm, a master battler. Adam’s initially teeth-gnashing anthropological interest in the rap battle world (and in the use of n-word) becomes an impetus for him to genuinely join the scene, where his analytical skills become an asset in establishing himself as a rapper. 

This is the third feature film by music video director Joseph Kahn, who has always had a sharp eye on pop culture (“Torque,” “Detention”) and makes the experience of rap battling all the more in-your-face with his kinetic filmmaking. Kahn has also written criticism before from his filmmaking perspective, as with this incredibly eye-opening blog post on “The Dark Knight” and action editing. He's always been a filmmaker to watch out for, and now with "Bodied," and a recent mysterious meeting with Marvel, Kahn is making a mark of his own. 

RogerEbert.com sat down with Worthy, Long, and Kahn to discuss their wildly entertaining film, the preparation that went into coming off like real rap battlers, the blessing this project got from executive producer Eminem and more. 

My first question is for you, Joseph: “Bodied” definitely takes place in 2018, but its needle drops are like “new classics” of hip-hop, including J-Kwon, Yung Joc, DMX. Why those songs? 

JOSEPH KAHN: There’s a particular era of rap music that has a beat that’s funny to me, quite frankly. Now, rap is not funny. It’s not party music anymore. 

What about Soundcloud rap? 

No, I think it’s all laid back. The beat feels too laid back. The type of comedy I’m going for is high energy, and with propulsion. At the time I was making the movie, it just felt like the funniest beats to put against a white guy, that era of rap sounded really funny to me. And it seemed like the type of music that he simply should not be listening to. 

Jackie and Calum: What scared you the most, and excited you the most about this project?

JACKIE LONG: I don’t think nothing too much scared me about the project, at all. I wasn’t scared to do the project, but the best part was taking the project. I know it’s a very controversial movie, so that was the biggest thing for me, the controversy that it was talking about with free speech. I was happy to take the role. 

Did that particularly excite you, the non-PC nature? 

JL: The world needs to hear what this movie is talking about. You gotta definitely not be afraid of nothing, so this is like the perfect movie for that. 

CALUM WORTHY: The biggest thing that scared me about this project was some of the material that I had to say. Coming from where I was coming from, where I was protected by this major brand for a kid’s network, I was leaving that and suddenly I was putting a lot on the line to tell this story I cared about, knowing that I could face some backlash from my audience, however much I am an artist. And what excited me was the character of Adam, he’s the antihero, almost to the point of being a villain, and with some extremely complex choices. He defends his friends who are rappers for most of the movie, and then ultimately stabs him in the back. It’s like a Shakespearean theme. 

How did you guys iron out your rap battles, which are like Shakespearean monologues themselves? 

JL: Since the first day we met, it was work. We knew we both had to take each other under each other’s wing and make a good movie. We already knew what was expected, and we knew how this man would craft it. So if we do the right thing and study it and do what we’re supposed to do, we know we’re going to do a good job, and lucky enough he’s such a good sport, he wasn’t one of them actors who’s like, 'Nah, I’m going to do my own shit, I don’t need this shit' it was like we really bonded and really went to work. And deep down with the other battle rappers and doing research. 

CW: You know it’s a good script when every time you say the words, it triggers that emotion, it takes you to that moment. When I was practicing the raps with the other rappers, I wasn’t able to say the lines without being triggered emotionally, the way I wanted to on set. And obviously you try to keep that for the day, but that’s how you know you’re dealing with a really good script. 

Were you guys rehearsing constantly with the battle raps?

JL: On the double rap, that was more of a spontaneous scene, we had the other battle rappers do that. But the other stuff that we had was all written by Alex Larsen, who wrote it word for word. Our words were more telling the story of our characters, the other battle rappers, theirs was their story as well, but they could ad-lib because they’re professionals. 

CW: This was a script that was so tight and so smart, it was the smartest script I’ve ever read. I didn’t want to change a single word because every single line pushed the movie forward and the story forward. 

It’s almost like doing a basketball movie, but the other actors in it with you are Lebron James and Michael Jordan. 

That’s intimidating. 

CW: It’s extremely intimidating. And I’m not cool, I’ve never stayed cool in my life. 

But when you’re working on that finale, which is like a 40-minute rap battle, how do you keep that energy? 

CW: You rehearse it like a play. 

JL: You got good background actors as well. They gave us good energy. IF we didn’t have them as well, to feed off that energy, we couldn’t have probably done what we done. You need background, and there were some great background actors to give us that energy and to make us really feel like we were battle rappers. Some of the shots that we did sometimes was without them even knowing what we were about to say, and he shot it to capture real cheers. At the end of the day, when we were getting that message from them about how good we was, for me I was like ‘I’m going home to really study and kill this. I got these battle rappers, they’re vouching for us. Shit, this is amazing.” So I thank the background actors as well. 

They provide an immense energy. 

JL: They hung in with us man, and I thank the background actors. I started with that world, I come from that. I used to do background. And people always ask me, ‘How did you start?’ I say ‘background acting.’ I don’t say ‘extra’ because that’s disrespectful, I’m a background actor. And you can only move up if you take it serious. So, any background actor out there, my message to you is don’t go to set and get at the girls or dudes or go get the food, real ask the actors if you get the opportunity, what classes did you take, what did you do to get into acting? Ask questions, don’t just get in there to meet somebody, really watch the craft of the actor that you like. 

Joseph, how did you work with Alex to write the story? 

JK: We designed the story; film is architecture. It’s only two hours, and it’s maybe 60 to 100 scenes, so we worked out all of the scenes and motivations, and what should happen and why they happen. You really do think out all of the thematics, before hand. Then some motherfucker has to write that script. And I was off busy. My original intent was actually to cowrite it with him, and I was thinking 'I’ll do the dramatic stuff, he’ll do the rap stuff.' And then this dude, has a fucking writing … he’s a literature major. I’m directing all of these commercials and music videos, and then a couple months later he’s like, “Hey, I did a first act.” And I read it, and it was brilliant. I was like, ‘This dude is a better writer than me.’ And I said, ‘Alex, write the rest of the script,’ and there it was. 

Why is he not touring with you guys? 

JK: He’s hibernating. He’s in a moose barn milking his moose. 

JL: He kinda look you!

Is he white? 

JK: He’s a white dude who’s in Canada and milking his moose. 

CW: Talking about Justin Trudeau. 

That’s the energy of the movie: a lit major talking about rap music. Did you guys have a lot of debate about this stuff? There’s so much discussion in the movie it could be its own college course.

JL: We only had 22 days of shooting man, we couldn’t discuss too much shit. We had to really learn our lines, work, go home and get whatever rest we could, and come back to work. The discussion was for the people, the fans. 

Doing an interview for this kind of movie seems kind of pointless because it’s not about getting answers? It’s the discussion. 

JL: Exactly, we want you to leave the theater and be like, ‘Wow, did you fucking hear what they said? Oh my god.’ That’s what the movie’s about, it’s not about us giving you answers. Everybody got something that relates to them in this movie, everybody. I don’t give a fuck what race you are. 

CW: It’s an unusual theatrical experience, because right now content for the most part, is watched individually, we watch it on our own. This is a true group experience, and you want to experience it with a crowd, because it starts conversation. What some people laugh at, what some people get hurt by, that’s what’s exciting about this movie. 

Do you guys see that there is a set of rules that do form in the movie? Some definite no-nos? Completely open to non-PC limits? 

JK: I think that’s one of the fun parts about the movie, that the rules keep shifting. The rules shift. There are no rules, essentially, because there are no rules to life. What is a civilization? It’s an agreed upon set of terms that we all do to not kill each other, essentially. Because we are predators, human beings are predators. We did not get here and have seven billion people in the world because we don’t kill things, we kill everything. We eat it, we knock animals out of their homes, and kill each other, and each individual civilization, these little communities that we have, are agreements that “we are going to sit next to each other and we’re not going to kill each other.” That’s it. Period. 

We’re just going to get along. And not offend each other. 

Right. So then we have different communities get together, and the actual act of battle rapping is this wonderful, interesting metaphor for how we can essentially start poking each other for the kill, but stop. When you insult somebody for fun, and they accept, you’re literally challenging them not to kill you. 

… Joseph, what kind of books are you reading these days? What podcasts are you listening to? 

JK: I can go check my Kindle. 

Jackie and Calum: What kind of blessing did you guys get from executive producer and music supervisor Eminem? 

JL: He gave Joseph more advice than he gave us, and he gave Joseph advice on the movie, pointer tips, stuff on the actors, who they are. I never got to speak with him, the only thing I know about him through Joseph, is that he thought that me and Calum was real battle rappers. 

CW: The best part about having him involved in this film was knowing that we get his stamp of approval. Because I think that for fans of rap, they’re always wanting to make sure its legitimate when actors are portraying a rapper. With Eminem involved, we weren’t going to make this film unless one of the greatest battle rappers, if not the greatest battle rapper of all time was approving it, and making sure that it was legit and authentic. 

JL: When he thought that we were battle rappers, I mean, that’s when you know that the movie was good. We not no damn battle rappers. 

JK: You want my reading list? The Stranger by Albert Camus, Fantasyland by Kurt Andersen, Leonardo da Vinci biography by Walter Isaacson, Cognitive Semiotics of Film by Warren Buckland. The Wall by Sartre. 

So you got some existential shit, and semiotics, but you’re also interested in pop. 

JK: Buckland’s best book is his one on Steven Spielberg, it’s really funny. 

Are you going to do any more criticism? 

JK: I spoke at Stanford, like six months ago and taught a bunch of film classes there. And they want me to be an artist in residency, but I don’t have time. 

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