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What Services Does Dallas Central Appraisal District Offer?

From valuation reports to appeal assistance, the Dallas Central Appraisal District offers essential services for property owners in Dallas County For more click here Dallas Central Appraisal District

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Understanding the Role of a Fort Worth Real Estate Appraiser

Navigating the real estate market in Fort Worth can be a daunting task, whether you’re buying, selling, refinancing, or dealing with property taxes. One key professional who plays a vital role in this process is a real estate appraiser. At the heart of fair market transactions lies accurate property valuation, and that's where experts like Metroplex Appraisal Network come in.

What Does a Fort Worth Real Estate Appraiser Do?

A real estate appraiser provides an unbiased estimate of a property's value. This valuation is crucial for numerous scenarios, including:

Buying or Selling Property: Ensuring that buyers pay a fair price and sellers receive proper compensation.

Mortgage Lending: Banks and financial institutions rely on appraisals to determine loan amounts.

Tax Assessments: Property owners may need appraisals to challenge inflated property tax assessments.

Estate Planning and Settlements: Appraisals are often necessary for equitable asset distribution in estates or divorces.

Insurance Purposes: Knowing a property's value helps in setting accurate insurance coverage limits.

In Fort Worth’s dynamic real estate market, accurate appraisals ensure all parties involved can make informed decisions.

Why Choose a Local Expert?

Working with a Fort Worth-based real estate appraiser provides several advantages. Local appraisers, like those at Metroplex Appraisal Network, have an in-depth understanding of the city's diverse neighborhoods, market trends, and unique property attributes. This local expertise allows them to provide valuations that reflect the true market value of properties in Fort Worth and surrounding areas.

For instance, the value of a historic home in the Fairmount neighborhood differs significantly from a modern property in Alliance Town Center. Local appraisers are familiar with these distinctions and factor them into their assessments.

The Appraisal Process Explained

If you’ve never worked with a real estate appraiser before, you may wonder what to expect during the process. Here’s a breakdown:

Initial Consultation: The appraiser gathers details about the property, such as its location, size, condition, and any unique features.

On-Site Inspection: This involves a physical visit to assess the property’s condition, layout, and overall appeal. The appraiser also takes note of upgrades or repairs needed.

Market Research: The appraiser examines comparable sales in the area, analyzing properties with similar attributes to determine market trends.

Final Valuation Report: After combining the on-site findings and market data, the appraiser delivers a detailed report that outlines the property’s value.

Metroplex Appraisal Network excels in delivering comprehensive, accurate reports that clients can rely on for their real estate needs.

Benefits of Professional Appraisals

Hiring a certified Fort Worth real estate appraiser comes with a host of benefits, including:

Accurate Valuations: Eliminate guesswork and rely on data-driven conclusions.

Avoid Overpaying: Buyers can ensure they’re not paying more than a property is worth.

Streamlined Transactions: A credible appraisal report can reduce disputes and delays in sales or lending processes.

Tax Savings: Property owners can contest inflated tax assessments and potentially save money.

Peace of Mind: Both buyers and sellers gain confidence knowing their decisions are backed by professional insights.

Why Metroplex Appraisal Network Stands Out

When selecting a Fort Worth real estate appraiser, trust and experience are non-negotiable. Metroplex Appraisal Network has established itself as a leader in the industry, providing accurate, timely, and professional services tailored to each client's needs.

Their team of licensed appraisers specializes in residential, commercial, and land appraisals, making them a one-stop solution for all valuation needs in the Fort Worth area. Whether it’s a single-family home, a luxury estate, or a commercial property, their expertise ensures precise and reliable results.

Metroplex Appraisal Network is also known for its exceptional customer service. They take the time to explain the appraisal process, answer client questions, and deliver reports that are easy to understand and highly detailed.

The Importance of Timeliness in Real Estate Appraisals

In the fast-paced Fort Worth real estate market, timing is often critical. Delayed appraisals can stall transactions, causing stress for buyers and sellers alike. Metroplex Appraisal Network prioritizes timeliness without compromising accuracy, ensuring clients receive their reports when they need them most.

How to Get Started

If you’re in need of a Fort Worth real estate appraiser, reaching out to a trusted professional is the first step. Gather all relevant property details, including prior appraisals, tax records, and any upgrades made, to streamline the process.

When working with Metroplex Appraisal Network, you can rest assured that you’re in capable hands. Their commitment to excellence and local market knowledge make them a top choice for clients across Fort Worth and beyond.

A real estate appraisal is more than just a number; it’s the foundation of fair and transparent property transactions. Whether you’re buying, selling, refinancing, or addressing tax issues, partnering with a trusted Fort Worth real estate appraiser is essential.

With Metroplex Appraisal Network, you’re not just getting an appraisal—you’re gaining peace of mind, clarity, and confidence in your real estate decisions. Contact a professional appraiser today to ensure your property’s value is accurately assessed, helping you achieve your goals in Fort Worth's competitive real estate market.

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Dallas County Appeals after ARB Hearing

Dallas County has two types of property tax appeals. Administrative appeals and Post Administrative appeals – include the informal and appraisal review board. Read more @ https://dallascountypropertytaxtrends.com/appeals/

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☽◯☾ - SMOKIN' ACES

꒰ synopsis ꒱ : The ASL brothers know how to throw a good party and tonight was no different.

꒰ content ꒱ : MDNI. portgas d. ace x f!reader ; dubcon as they are high, descriptive weed use, shotgunning, surprise voyeur alert (someone might be listening...), unprotected sex, dry humping, use of pet names (baby, good girl), impact play if you squint — WC : 3.4k

⭑ 𓂃 ꒰ Full Moon ! ꒱ — Kinktober Masterlist

The basement was a cozy little spot that only the members of the house and certain special guests could be privy to. During the notorious parties, it was a safe haven, a place of refuge- Somewhere to get some air, get away from the noise, and regroup with the people who meant most to you.

It was full of little touches from over the years. A series of disjointed chairs and faded couches all in a circle with a busted coffee table in the center that either had a bong or hookah on it, ready for community use. 

Always playing chill music, full of wondrous paintings and vibrant murals that various friends have done — it was the clubhouse of all clubhouses and all run by the ASL boys themselves; Ace, Sabo, and Luffy.

The first member, the self-proclaimed founding member, is currently sitting next to you with a triumphant smile on his face, grinding up some weed. After the exhausting day at the beach, everyone has decided to go out to the bar instead of staying in for the night.

A part of you had wanted to go with them and maybe do a couple of shots and make out with someone for a little while. A night where your head was as fizzy as a champagne bottle and maybe you could get your mind off of a certain someone.

But then Ace had given you the look.

That look with those big brown puppy eyes of his that never failed to have you cater to his every whim — annoyingly so. 

So you find yourself here, in the still smoke-filled air basement that was full of character from a group of the rowdy young adults you’ve come to know so well next to the man you’ve been pining over since the day you met him.

“I can't believe you dressed up like the dude from Magic Mike.” You flick his cowboy hat up, knocking it back and giving it a slightly disheveled look.

“Not just any dude, I'm dressed as Dallas.” Ace shakes his head, focused on rolling another joint in his favorite strawberry-printed rolling paper for the two of you to share. The one you had earlier burned out with the group and Ace had promised you another if you agreed to stay behind with him

“You just wanted an excuse to be shirtless.” Not that you were really complaining.

“First of all, I'm not shirtless.” Ace patted the unbuttoned vest that loosely hung over his taut frame. “Second of all, I did it for the hat that you so rudely hurt.”

“My apologies then.” The sarcasm drips from your tone and Ace casts you a sidelong glance, sticking his tongue out at you before using it to lick the joint.

“At least I was creative.” He says, his dark eyes trailing along your body. Even though he’s clearly appraising the outfit and not you, a chill runs down your spine. “Weren’t you a cat last year too?”

“Shut up, you know that Luffy ruined the angel wings I was going to wear.” Ace hands you the joint in surrender, motioning for you to go first as he fishes the lighter out from between the couch cushions. 

You put it in your mouth, lips wrapping around the filter as the sparks fly. It illuminates the small space in front of you and casts a soft glow over Ace's freckled face. 

Suddenly, he felt a little too close. You take in the way he carefully lights it for you, his tongue peeking out as he focuses on the task at hand. As soon as the flame catches the paper, his eyes flicker up to yours.

You inhale, begrudgingly taking in some of the smoke of the wrap before it cherries at the end, an influx of weed hitting your lungs harsher than you intended.

“Easy now.” Ace tries to stifle his laugh as you cough a little, your head still reeling from the close proximity. He takes the joint from your fingers, gently brushing his against yours before taking a hit himself.

Ever the show-off, the smoke barely leaves his lips before he begins to inhale it through his nose. He smirks at you as he does it, effortlessly inhaling the thick flume of smoke.

“You’re so lame for gatekeeping that trick by the way.” You huff at the man across from you, taking the joint back from him to continue your sesh. 

“I gotta have something to impress you, right?” Ace leans back on the couch a little more, eyes growing hazy and red as he watches you. His tattooed arm dangles off the back of the couch while you try not to take what he says to heart. But he looks back at you, head tilting a little so he peeks at you from under his hat. “But I suppose I can teach you something else.”

“Yeah? And what’s that?” Taking another hit, you let the smoke rush through your lungs and let it saturate every bit while it screams in protest the longer you hold onto it. Ace shifts ahead, leaning in so he’s closer to you and spreading his legs so his thigh brushes against yours. 

“You really wanna know?” His warm breath caresses your ear as he speaks, his nose barely nudging the lobe. The sudden seductive shift in his voice throws you off your axis and plummets you into his gravitational pull.

“Yes.” The approval slips out of your mouth with the rest of the smoke. 

Ace moves his face so it's in front of yours, his eyes scanning your features as he takes a hit. You’re not even sure when he grabbed the joint but you don’t question it. not when his fingers cup your jaw so sweetly.

“What’re you—“ The question dies out as he shakes his head. Everything feels tingly but the way he’s cusping your face makes it ten times worse, setting your skin on fire as your face heats up.

Carefully, he tilts your head toward him before he leans in. Your breath hitches as his lips brush against yours, his fingers pulling on your jaw so your mouth opens a little more.

With a direct softness you’ve never gotten from him, he blows the smoke out from his mouth and into yours. The weed coats your taste buds before his tongue slips into your mouth to steal it all away. His eagerness rivals the hit in a silent contest of who can take your breath away more.

Ace's hand doesn’t move from your face and he uses it to his advantage to kiss you further. If you thought your mind was fuzzy before, it was absolute static now as your twirls swirl together.

He grins against your lips, humming approvingly as you begin to kiss him back. But it was over far too soon and it takes everything in you not to chase his fleeting lips.

“So?” He smirks and pulls away from you, taking another hit as you try to catch your breath.

“What the hell was that?” Your thigh was still pressing against his but you couldn’t find it in you to move. Part of you longed to push further, to lean into him and melt into his searing touch. But your mind was still trying to play catch up from what just happened.

“Shotgunning.” He blows the smoke out straight into the air and your heart pangs with a strange jealousy. “Did you like it?”

“Yes.” You bite your lip. Maybe a little too much. You pause, tasting the words on your tongue before you utter them. “I wanna try it again.”

Ace sucks in his breath, the smoke plummeting to his lungs as he takes in your wish. Coughing slightly, he sits up straighter on the couch and tries to gather himself.

“Yeah?” The gravely rasp in his voice swirls with the underlying desire and draws you in further. 

There’s no going back now.

“Yeah,” You nod slowly. Neither of you bat an eye as you slide into his lap, accidentally rolling your hips against his lap as you do. Ace lets out a choked groan of your name, shifting underneath you. “Ready?”

Galaxies bloom in his eyes as they light up, eagerly tilting his head up in anticipation. The joint sits on your lips before you take the hit, watching him under you as he looks up at you from beneath his dark lashes. Desire pools in your abdomen and before you can think about what you want, your lips meet once again.

It’s a blur between tongues as the smoke fizzles out. You’re not even sure if you did it right, but then again, it wasn’t really your main objective.

The joint disappears from your fingers and you can feel Ace shift to ash it out on the side table. Unburdened, his arms wrap around you and his hands splay across your back, pulling you closer to him and deepening the kiss.

Your lungs beg for reprieve but the taste of Ace’s sweet tongue is too addicting to let up. But he shows mercy and pulls away, suffering from the same affliction. 

Everything felt fuzzy around the edges, your brain fully saturated in something syrupy sweet that had your hips involuntarily moving again as soon as your foreheads pressed together.

The faint aroma of sea salt still wove itself in the tangled curls of Ace’s hair, filling your senses despite all the smoke that currently clung to the thick air. 

“Ace.” You gasp softly, the faint outline of his hardening cock coming to life right between your thighs. 

“Yeah? You feel that?” To further his point, he pushes his hips up against your overheating core. “Feel what you do to me?”

“Yes.” With every slow grind of your hips, you can feel him growing harder beneath you. The friction was rolling over your body like a wave hitting the shore, but it was fleeting. “I want more.”

“Can you handle more?” The smirk that dangles off his face has you wanting to roll your eyes but you relent. The craving for him was too much, threatening to boil over and fully consume you.

“I can.” You nod, lips hovering over his. “I want to try.”

Ace closes the distance, unable to curb his own carnal urges that run rampant in his body. The way your lips mesh together, tasting like weed and strawberry-flavored chapstick becomes something he knows he’ll get addicted to. 

Your fingers dance along his chest, teasing under the vest before landing on the buckle of his belt. All the while he reaches up your skirt, tugging on your panties and dragging them down your legs.

The rest is a blur of motion, but the messy way his lips move with yours is vivid. It’s almost jarring how much you can taste him, how much his grunts of approval seep into your skin and run through your veins

You pull back at an absolute loss for breath, panting against his mouth as his tongue pokes out to trace your parted lips. The bottom half of your clothes are gone and his are haphazardly halfway down his thigh. 

Ace's hand grips the base of his cock as you hover over it, pumping it and squeezing his tip as it leaks with pearly drops of precum. 

“You're gonna be a good girl and take it all for me?” His knuckles brush along your soaked slit, running along it back and forth, absolutely mesmerized as he waits for your answer.

“Yes, I'll be good.” The words are nothing more than a breath of air, your lungs squeezing in protest. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” His tip prods your entrance, both of you throbbing as the last thread of self-control burns like a stick of dynamite. The slow, sparkling crawl of anticipation before everything explodes, lighting each other aflame in a whirlwind of desire. “You turn into such a little slut when you’re high, don’t you?”

“Ace.” You whine, watching the slow spread of his signature boyish grin take up his face. Warm palms rest on your hips, fingers gripping into your skin as he soaks up the absolute need in your voice. 

“What?” He chuckles lowly, his voice still raspy from the smoke. “All I'm saying is that — ohh shit…“

The rest of his sentence melts into a groan as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock.

“That’s it.” He groaned, his palms sliding to rest on your thighs to help guide you. It takes everything in him not to push you all the way down, letting you take your time as you adjust during your descent.

Everything stands still as he finally bottoms out, filling you up and stretching you out in ways no one has ever done before. The pressure is insurmountable yet it brings you a wave of pleasure that has your body singing for more.

“Holy fuck, you feel like heaven.” Ace practically moans at the way your silky walls clamp around him. His fingers move once again to grip your hips in a bruising hold, stilling himself from spilling into you immediately.

“Of course, you talk a lot during sex.” You let out a scoffed chuckle, clutching onto his shoulders as you spread your legs a little more and letting him sink in even deeper. 

“Aw, complaining already?” He gives you a lazy grin, slowly grinding his hips up against you. The steady throb of his cock melts your brain more than the weed did, the residual high becoming overshadowed by the man under you. “Or let me guess, you just can’t take a compliment?”

“Shut up.” You huff, rocking your hips before raising yourself back up. His cock partially slides out of you and glistens with your essence, coating it completely. Ace's eyes zero in on it, drinking in the sight before you ease back down.

“Fuck.” Ace's head hangs off the back of the couch as he gazes at you through half-lidded eyes. The hat he was wearing falls behind him, completely forgotten. His palms glide along your sides, sliding them up and down before cupping your ass and trying to speed up your movements. “Please, you gotta move faster.”

“Do I?” The gravity of the situation sets in, albeit a little delayed — blame it on the weed. But he was completely at your mercy. The pleading look in his eyes speaks volumes despite the cocky words he so rapidly fires off. You lean down, lips brushing against his ear. “Let me guess, can’t handle it?”

Ace's attention snaps back to you, almost fully alert now. The fog from earlier clears from his head as the words he uttered earlier echo from your pretty little mouth. A new challenge fires off inside of him and he was never one to back down from a fight, no matter the position. With a wicked grin, he thrusts his hips heavenward.

“Oh, I can handle it alright.” He murmurs, rubbing the plushness of your ass before giving it a subtle smack. Your body jolts and your chests crash together, almost every part of you is touching him.

The ever-steady rhythm of your heart spins on its axis, thrown off by the rapid beating that sets in syncopation and you can’t find it in you to care. Not when everything you’ve ever wanted is finally clicking into place.

Your bodies move in a euphoric sync, the ebb and flow of the melody you two orchestrate fills the room in a symphony of bliss. You were drowning into Ace’s very essence and in return, he did the same.

“Shit, baby.” Ace groans at the almost lazy pace. Each delicious drag of his cock had your eyes rolling back to your head. Anytime he twitched inside of you was like another jolt of pleasure — knowing that he was getting just as much enjoyment out of this as you was driving you faster to your end. “I've wanted this for so long.”

“What?” You’re completely breathless now. The confession takes away the last shred of oxygen and rips it out of your lungs. The languid roll of your hips doesn't stop though; your mind, heart, and body all chasing what you want in different ways. “Really?”

“God, yeah.” Ace's fingers slid under your shirt as he grabbed your bra-covered chest. “We need to take this off.”

Impressively, his pace doesn’t falter as he rocks up into you while his hand glides to your back and unhooks your bra. It only takes a few seconds for your chest to become completely bare and his head to find its home in the valley of your breasts.

His tongue trails everywhere. Your body burns under it, relief only pooling in the spot between your thighs and wherever he decides to lick away the flames. It cools you off, the words he said earlier filtering back into your mind as the smoke clears.

“I've wanted this too.” You gasp, bouncing a little quicker to prove how much you’ve needed this — him. Ace groans, teeth grazing the swell of your breast before sucking your nipple into his mouth to muffle the noise. “You feel so good, Ace.”

The candy-sweet praise has his head popping back up from where his tongue was swirling around your pert bud and looks at you, eyes trailing over your blissed-out face and the hearts that swirled in your eyes. 

“Come here.” Ace roughly grabs you by your ass, leaning further back into the couch as you tumble on him. He couldn’t hold back anymore, fucking up into you without abandon.

“A-Ace!” You gasp, trying to squirm away a little but the hold he had you in was too tight.

“Take it for me, baby. You said you would.” He moans. Both of your impending highs are heightened by the weed you inhaled only minutes ago. Pleasure rips through your body, sending it into tremors as your thighs shake. “Let go f’me.”

Your high washes over you immediately, body locking up as Ace continues to pound into you and chase his own release.

And it’s beautiful when he reaches it.

He comes with a choked moan of your name, his body tensing up and his fingers digging into your skin. His cock pulses before he completely empties himself into your greedy cunt with sporadic, shallow thrusts.

Both of you slump against each other, melting into the couch as your mind floats down from the clouds and into his warm embrace.

You pull back a little to admire his freckled face and can’t help but unleash the giggle that bubbles from your chest. It was contagious, as joy often is when you’re around him, and he can’t help but mirror you.

The two of you giggling in each other's arms under the shoddy string lights in the basement that has grown to mean so much to you — even more so now. 

The distinct squeak of the floorboard by the basement door sounds off, snapping you both back into reality.

“I thought we were the only ones here.” You sit up, hastily reaching for your clothes and throwing them on. Ace lifts his hips and slides his back on before kissing you on the top of your head and getting up. “Ace–“

“Stay here.” He turns around the corner and out of sight as he starts to go up the stairs. After a few steps in, the door opens and you straighten up. “Oh, it’s you. You little fucking perv.”

The sound of Ace’s boisterous laughter sounds off as two pairs of legs start coming back down. Every nerve is set on fire, anxiety ripping into your chest at the thought of seeing the person who had been listening in on you and Ace fucking.

But the familiar sight of blonde hair snuffs all the worries away, the dastardly pair smiling at you with devious intent.

“I had to pick up so I couldn’t make it to the bar tonight,” Sabo said with a grin, holding up the bag of weed he must’ve scored. “Must be my lucky day.” 

“Must be.” Ace scoffs, making his way back to you. He plops back down into his spot next to you, immediately mouthing at your neck before his voice curls around your ear. You don ’t break eye contact with Sabo as he stalks closer, placing the bag on the table before taking off his gloves. “What do you say, baby? Wanna let him smoke us up and show him exactly what happened down here?”

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Respite--An Outsiders fic

“You sleep at your folks’ last night?” Discomfort creeps up his esophagus. “Nah.” Johnny wakes, and sleeps, and wakes again. There's a cycle to his couch-crashing, but he always feels a lap behind.

Hey hi hello! Welcome to my first (published) Outsiders fic. CW: Brief verbal/physical abuse of a minor, mentions of alcoholism. Not extensively detailed or graphic, but keep yourselves safe. We're gonna hit it with some homey comfort and a touch of angst for flair, folks. Here we go!

The Curtis place is separate from the outside world.

Here, it’s quiet. Johnny usually can’t stand the stale, tense silences lining the walls of his house, but this quiet just–isn’t that. It’s full, somehow, with the rustling of turning newspaper pages and the soft drone of the refrigerator in the background. And the inevitable clattering pots and pans from Soda’s attempts at cooking, of course. 

The screen door slams, and a haze of cigarette smoke announces Dallas’ presence as he ambles into the room. “Hey, Johnnycakes.” He kicks up his feet in the recliner. “You stayin’ the night?”

“Probably.”

“Sweet deal.” Dally frowns at the television. “What’re you watching?”

Johnny shrugs. “Dunno. Was on when I got here. Haven’t really been paying attention.”

“It’s Antiques Roadshow,” Soda calls from the kitchen. “Pony’s convinced he’s got a winning baseball card that’s gonna put him through college.”

“It could!” Pony says, indignant over the commentary of an appraiser examining a dusty trombone case, sans trombone. “Sometimes they show sports stuff, and most of the time it’s worth at least a couple hundred bucks.” Disgruntled, he adds, “Which I keep tellin’ them, but all they wanna watch is football.”

Darry pokes his head out from the kitchen entryway. There’s sawdust mixed in with the flour in his hair. “And I’m telling you the only thing that’s gonna put you through college are your grades, little buddy. You finish your homework yet?”

“Pretty much.”

Darry raises an eyebrow. 

Pony throws his hands in the air. “Alright, alright, I’ll go do the rest of it. Hey, Johnny, holler if they start looking over trading cards, yeah?”

“Sure.”

As soon as Pony’s out of sight, Dallas snatches the remote up and changes the channel. An old stick-’em-up western rattles through the crackling screen. Johnny thumbs through a pack of cards, half-watching two gunslingers trading leveled stares across the wavering heat. Dallas flicks a napkin scrap at him. 

“Deal me in, kid. Or are you playing fifty-two card pick-up?”

“Might be once we’re finished,” Johnny says, dividing the cards between them. “And you chuck ‘em all over the place.”

Dallas raises a wry eyebrow. “Don’t bet your milk money on that one.”

When Johnny whips him in poker, the house erupts with so much noise it drags Ponyboy out of his essay-induced stupor. 

*****

Johnny wakes to a hand on his shoulder. Blearily, he sits up, maybe a little faster than necessary. Soda’s standing over him, his hand now gone. Johnny’s skin feels suddenly cold without it. 

“Hey,” Soda whispers. “You need to be home by now?”

Johnny glances at the clock on the wall, remembers it got broke last week from one of Soda and Steve’s wrestling matches, and digs out his watch. Six-thirty. Shit. 

He pulls himself up with a smothered sigh and makes quick work of collecting his things. “I better,” he says, tying his blackened shoe laces. “Thanks, Soda. Tell Darry I said it, too.”

Soda shoots him a thumbs-up. Before Johnny can slip out the door, he says, “You sure you gotta go? We can keep you here, if you’d rather. You know what Two’ll do if your ma shows up.”

“Yeah,” Johnny says, but he knows his face says otherwise. “I just…nobody else will clean, so.”

“Yeah.” Soda sighs, smiles, and slugs Johnny in the shoulder. “But it’s no use running to a bad appointment, huh? Take the scenic route.”

“Sure, I’ll do a lap around your house. Should be scenic enough.”

Soda laughs. “Get outta here, Cade.”

He doesn’t have to tell Johnny twice. He’s already late. He ignores Soda’s advice and takes a shortcut through the lot back to his house, partly because he’s gotta slip inside before his folks notice and partly because dawdling in the streets means getting jumped (not that many socs are cruising for bait at this hour). The early morning dew seeps through his sneakers as he braces to climb through his bedroom window. He lands as soft as he can manage and works his way through the house, cleaning as he goes. There’s no room in the trash for the drained beer bottles littering the couch, so he bags it up and drags it outside. 

When he steps back inside, his mother’s waiting for him. 

Her eyes are roaming, coagulus, like they’re made of gelatin in their sockets. Not sober, then, but coming off it enough to recognize him. He shifts in his soggy sneakers, hand itching for his backpack, a jacket, anything. Instead, he braces. 

“You been back at that Curtis place?” Her voice is ragged, like a rusty blade against a telephone wire. Last night was a fighting night. A sobbing one, too, by the rings around her eyes. 

“No’m.”

“Where you been, then?”

“The lot.”

“Bullshit.” She spits. “You’re playing house with those kiss-asses.” He doesn’t–won’t–respond, and her jaw clenches. “Isn’t that right? You’d rather rob them blind than be grateful for what you’ve got here.”

“No’m.”

“Don’t you contradict me.” She reaches for him and he steps back. It’s a mistake; her knuckles flash against his cheek in a slap. “You think you’re so damn smart. Them Curtis boys have nothing to their name for a rag like you. They’ll be in the lock-up by winter.”

She said the same thing last year, and the year before that. Johnny doesn’t bother taking note.

His silence has gone on too long. He has to remember to match her temper, but he can’t. His bones ache. 

Her hand is like iron around his bicep. She leans in close, and he can smell the liquor and stale coffee on her breath. “You think they’ll keep taking you back? Go on, then. Their parents thought they were so high and mighty, it’s only natural for the sons to inherit it, too.”

“I can clean the kitchen.”

She throws him down by his hair. “God help me for such an ungrateful son.” A kick lands home in his ribs. He scrambles to get up, to get to the sink. The water’s scalding on his cracked skin. “I’ll give you something to whine about.”

But she must be too bleary to follow through, because her footsteps thud up the stairs, cursing him all the way. Johnny scrubs until his hands go numb, and then he takes out the trash again.

*****

The next morning hails a vicious wind. 

“Incoming,” a voice calls, before an arm is slung around his shoulders. 

“Hey, Two.”

“Hey yourself, punk. You beat up any socs today?”

“Not yet.”

“Eh, you’ll get there.” Two-bit ruffles his hair and they make their way down the sidewalk. When they stop to let a herd of cars pass by, Two-Bit’s gaze finds him more closely. 

“You sleep at your folks’ last night?”

Discomfort creeps up his esophagus. “Nah.”

“You weren’t at Soda’s.” No, he wasn’t. Johnny tries not to leech too many nights in a row. There may not be a schedule to his couch-crashing, but there are limits. He tries to make up for it. If he’s got an extra five bucks, he’ll slip it in the tin bank in the back of Darry’s closet. Cash is hard to come by with no job and a constant cycle of beer runs for his father, so other nights he dries the dishes. 

“The lot,” he says, eyes darting away to avoid Two-Bit’s frown. He’s not doing this right now. 

“Yeah,” Two-Bit says slowly. His hand comes up to feel Johnny’s forehead and Johnny bats it away. He doesn’t like when Two-Bit gets serious. It’s murky, unnatural. “You know my ma don’t mind making up an extra bed.”

“Bet she wouldn’t mind you making your bed, either,” Johnny says, and a flash of playfulness returns to Two-Bits eyes.

“Man,” he says, as the cars clear and they cross the street. Two-Bit pauses on the other side to flip off a particularly rambunctious Mustang. “She’d think I’d undergone a traumatic event. Got early Alzheimer's or something.”

Johnny lets himself scoff, and laugh, and doesn’t question how better to hide the rings around his eyes. It’s only gonna get colder, he thinks darkly, so he might as well get them tattooed on now. 

*****

Buck’s is the opposite of quiet. The minute the door opens he’s flooded with wobbly light and warbling music loud enough to make him shout at the stranger silhouetted before him. 

“What?” The stranger is shouting, too, but Johnny guesses it has more to do with the fog in his eyes than Hank Williams’ dulcet tones. 

“Dallas!”

“Oh, fuck him,” the stranger drawls, and slams the door in his face. Johnny sighs. 

He should go. He should probably, definitely go.

The wind whips a collection of ripping trash bags into the street like clattering tumbleweeds. From a cloudy window, he can see a silent game of pool. Someone picks up the eight-ball and chucks it into a beer pong table, sending booze sloshing. The apparent champion of beer pong clobbers him. 

Johnny’s feet stay rooted to the spot, mesmerized, so he moves the only other set of limbs he’s got left and pounds on the door. One, two beats. Three. 

The door catapults open. “--ucking girl scouts, we’re not buying shit,” Buck snarls, but at least it’s Buck. Better chance of being recognized, anyways. He blinks at Johnny. “Whaddaya want?”

“Is Dally here?”

“No. Go away.”

“Wait–” Johnny sticks his foot in the door, ouch, and fails to shut his trap. “Can I just, uh.”

“Spit it out, kid.”

“Um. I’m supposed to meet him, to–pay him back, for–can I just wait upstairs?”

Buck rolls his eyes. “Don’t go spelunking up there, y’hear?” The door is graciously removed from Johnny’s foot and he follows Buck inside. Standing surrounded by the ruckus is dizzying, and he presses through the bodies towards the stairs before he disorients himself. He prays no one is shacking up in Dally’s room and knocks for good measure, but miraculously, it’s empty. He shuts the door behind him and leans against it. 

He’s almost asleep when the door knocks into his back. 

“What the–Johnny?”

He scrambles to his feet, rubbing his eyes at the figure above him. “Hey, Dally.”

“The hell you sitting watch at the door for?” Dallas asks, collapsing onto the bed with a cigarette balanced between his lips mid-light. 

“Fell asleep,” Johnny shrugs. 

Dallas grunts. “Buck said you were here to pay up.” He looks at Johnny over his lighter. “We both know you don’t owe me shit, so what gives?”

“Lot’s cold. Didn’t want to bug anyone.”

“So you’re botherin’ me, huh?” Johnny’s face must morph into something aggrieved, because Dallas snorts and swipes a hand through his hair. “You know I don’t mind, kid, wipe that look off your face. I’m crashing,” he adds, puffing down the cigarette and crushing it out beneath his boot, “Extra jacket’s in the drawer.”

“What?”

“For a blanket, man,” Dallas says, like Johnny’s a little too slow on the catch-up. “You want the floor or the bed?”

Johnny pulls open half-filled drawyers until he finds Dallas’ leather jacket, the sheepskin matted but soft beneath his fingers. “Floor’s fine.”

Dallas rolls his eyes. “No it ain’t. C’mere, I don’t bite.”

Johnny settles on one side of the twin mattress, back to Dally and the coat beneath his head. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this, but small as he is, Johnny’s taller now than he used to be. They make it work, spines brushing, Johnny swept into a dreamless haze by the sound of Dally’s slow exhales and the dilapidated country swing reverberating below. 

*****

“Man, I’ll beat his fucking head in,” Steve says, lip curling as he prods at the lump forming on Johnny’s forehead. “He do this last night?”

“This morning,” Johnny says, and reigns in a wince. Steve’s not exactly known for his gentle bedside manner, but the DX has a stocked first aid kit, which is all he needs. He’s sitting on the counter and feeling stupidly small while Steve–dare he say–fusses around him. 

“I swear on his fresh-dug grave, Johnny. He’s gonna kill you one day.”

“Don’t I know it,” Johnny mutters, misery creeping in. He smashes it down. “It ain’t so bad, really. Just slap some ice on it or something.”

Steve clicks his teeth. “Yeah, all right. Soda?”

“No, I’ll–” But he should’ve known Steve would blab to Soda the second he got a chance. Johnny figured Soda wasn’t working today seeing as he’d yet to mother-hen circles around him, but he must be putzing in the back. 

“Wait here.” Steve wanders into the back garage, hollering. “Sodapop! The kid’s here.”

“Ponyboy?” Soda comes back into view with Steve, greased towel over one shoulder. His eyes land on Johnny. “Johnnycakes! You–well, shit.” He turns to Steve. “Can you grab some ice?”

“That was supposed to be your job,” Steve retorts, but he snatches Soda’s towel and cracks open the freezer. 

“Soc or your old man?” Soda asks, clearing the space between them in two long strides and leaning in close to Johnny’s face. His brow pinches as he resumes Steve’s prodding with much gentler hands. 

“Him,” Johnny says. It’s getting old, honestly, admitting he can’t hold his own against a sorry bastard unfit to walk most nights. Soda hums. 

“Did he get you anywhere else?”

“Nah.”

Soda raises an eyebrow as Steve returns, ice wrapped in the work towel. Johnny presses it to his face. “It’s fine.”

Soda looks unconvinced but relents. “You’re coming over for dinner tonight?” It’s phrased like a question, but Johnny knows there’s no arguing. He doesn’t want to refuse anyways, not tonight, but if he did there’d be guilty hell to pay.

“Only if you’re not cooking,” he hops off the counter and lets the smile play up his lips at Soda’s mock offense. 

“Well, excuse me for enjoying the subtle art of presentation,” he says. “You’re in luck, though. Darry’s making chicken gravy.”

Johnny can practically feel his stomach growling. “Catch you then, man,” he says, and wishes the whir of A/C could follow him out the door. 

*****

The rumble of a pickup warns its slowing advancement on him. Johnny shirks to the curb as it idles to a crawl, hackles raised. His blade is heavy and warm in his pocket. He can’t read the plates in the foggy light of fallen dusk. 

“Need a ride?” The driver calls, and he just about shakes his teeth, he’s so riled. Then the driver leans out the rolled-down window and he can make out a familiar jawline, a permanent cowlick. “Johnny? You headed to ours?”

Darry. Johnny’s shoulders sink with relief, and he lets his hands fall slack in his pockets. 

“Yeah,” he calls, and climbs in the cab. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Darry glances at him sideways as he signals himself back into the right lane. Johnny’s pulse matches the brief patter of the blinker. “You shouldn’t walk by yourself this time of night.” The way he says it–not bitten out or tensed, like he does with Ponyboy, but softer, almost apologetic–proves they both know Johnny’s well aware of what trouble he could bring. Darry worries about Pony’s casual shirking of danger, but Johnny. 

Johnny doesn’t need a lecture. 

It sparks a strange warmth within him, the knowledge that Darry cares. He doesn’t know how to hold it in his hands next to his blade and bottle caps. 

“I’m alright,” he says, watching trees flit by. Wondering whether a soc would’ve been hiding behind any one of them, had he kept going. A small, rational quadrant of his brain knows there likely wouldn’t have been, but safety breeds his freedom to speculate. He’d rather waste time hypothesizing than prove his theories, anyways. 

Darry hums and turns on the radio. Old jukebox rock ambles through the station. 

There lives another part of him. A deeper and steady calm that thrums through his veins any time danger is confirmed. The part that hooks his fingers around his blade and trusts in it. That flips up his jacket collar and sneers, kicks the scared puppy in him aside for something rougher to unearth itself across his features. The part that knows, unequivocally, that he will never be made a slick-mouthed soc’s ragdoll again. He doesn’t think about how he’d stop it, only that when he’s backed into a corner, a primal instinct quivers down his spine, itching for release.

Darry’s right to be more worried about Ponyboy than him.

“How was school?” Darry asks. The Curtis folks used to ask him the same thing. Darry’s filling their shoes as best he can–better than anyone else Johnny knows–but it still feels uncanny hearing the same phrases coming out of his mouth. 

“Not bad. Had to dissect a crayfish in biology.”

“Oh yeah?” Darry smiles. “I remember doing that. We had to do deer hearts too, during hunting season. Dad and some other families brought them in.”

“Did you cut ‘em open?”

“I stuck my fingers through the arteries and everything. The smell hung around the department for days.”

Johnny scrunches his nose. “Gross.”

“Yeah. Nice step up from worms, though.”

They pull into the driveway. Johnny makes to get out, but Darry doesn’t move, only unbuckles and lets the keys slip out of the ignition. He turns to face Johnny. “I opened the tin bank today.”

Dread makes room in his stomach. Not enough, it’s not enough. They cannot afford groceries, not with a revolving door of strays. 

“Soda and Ponyboy said they haven’t put anything in.”

He’s going to get a job. He’ll get a job doing–something. Someone will hire a good-for-nothing greaser, and if they don’t, he’ll have Dallas teach him how to hustle pool. 

Darry’s gaze is piercing. “Have you been adding to it?”

He swallows. “Yeah. I eat a lot, man.”

Darry huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Have you met Soda? Two-Bit? No offense, but you eat like a bird compared to them. You–” he stops, sighs a little. “You don’t owe us anything, kiddo.”

That’s a load of bullshit if Johnny’s ever heard some, but arguing with Darry is firmly against his self-preservation complex. Besides, it’s easier to quietly disagree than to register the option that maybe the Curtis’ really are just that stupid good.

“Johnny?”

Or, worse, that they’re right.

“Thanks, man.” He lets Darry share a smile with him and they pop the doors. 

“No more sneaking us your lunch money,” Darry says as he locks the truck. “You want to help out, do what I tell Ponyboy. Finish school, get a scholarship. Go make a future.”

Johnny watches as he walks up the sidewalk and to the front door. He doesn’t think about his future past the current month. Darry gave his away, and here he is saying all this…stuff, like there’s a changed life somewhere in Johnny’s deck of cards. Maybe it’s up his sleeve, he thinks wryly, as he follows Darry into the house. The swell of warmth and banter and steam from the hot stove envelope him and he lets himself settle into it like a second coat.

Dallas demands a round of blackjack and Two-Bit slaps a cold beer in his hand to hold against his still swollen head, and while Steve and Soda make a righteous mess of being Darry’s sioux-chefs, Ponyboy collapses at his feet with a book in hand and a chewed pencil in his mouth. He tilts his head back to look up at Johnny.

“Wanna go bum a movie tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

The drone of the television scores their slow dispersion into the night, save for Johnny, letting the couch springs dig into his back as he watches occasional passing headlights trace beams up the walls. Here, it’s quiet. 

He rests. 

*****

The first episode of Antiques Roadshow didn’t air in the U.S. until 1997, but we’re gonna pretend that’s just not the case because I said so and think it’s cute. God bless public television programming.

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Hal Watson Joins Henry S. Miller to Launch HSM Multi Housing LLC

Dallas, TX – HSM Multi Housing LLC is a new joint venture between Henry S. Miller Company and SNK Realty Group, two leading real estate firms with a shared vision of developing and operating multifamily and mixed-use projects in Texas and beyond.  

The new company will be led by Hal Watson, a seasoned real estate professional with over 35 years of experience in the industry. 

Watson started his career at Henry S. Miller Company as a summer intern while studying at Harvard and later co-founded SNK Realty Group in San Francisco, where he developed 8,000 units of multifamily and mixed-use residential projects across the western United States with the backing of Osaka’s Kishimoto Building Group.  

Watson said he is thrilled to return to HSM and join forces to create value for their clients and communities. “I have always admired HSM’s legacy and reputation in the Texas market and I look forward to working with their talented team to deliver high-quality multifamily and mixed-use projects that meet the needs and expectations of today’s residents and investors,” he said.  

Robert DuBois, Chief Financial Officer of HSM, welcomed Watson back to the company and praised his expertise and leadership. “Hal is a great addition to our multifamily division. He has a wealth of knowledge and experience that will enhance our capabilities and expand our opportunities in this dynamic sector,” he said.  

Greg Miller, Chief Executive Officer of HSM, expressed his excitement about the new joint venture and the reunion with his old friend and cousin-in-law. “Hal is a family member and a respected colleague who has built an impressive track record of success in the multifamily and mixed-use arena. We are delighted to have him back at HSM and partner with him on this new venture that will leverage our combined strengths and resources to create exceptional real estate solutions for our clients,” he said.  

Henry S. Miller Company is one of the oldest and most respected real estate firms in Texas. Founded in 1914, the company offers a full range of commercial real estate services, including brokerage, property management, financial, development, and appraisal services. The company’s team of highly skilled and motivated professionals is committed to providing exemplary service to sophisticated investors and clients in need of real estate services.

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SHOOTING.

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Burley, who was raised in Dallas public housing, admitted in the film that robbery wasn't the motive.

He said that night, they were stalking gay men — men he considered "weak.'

Burley said they targeted men cruising the parks for their robbery-and-bashing attacks.

He said they could "snatch their clothes," and the victims would be too humiliated to report the incidents.

Burley's defense attorney Paul Johnson argued that Burley's gun accidentally went off, that Burley didn't intentionally kill Nguyen.

In "License to Kill," Burley detaches himself from the murder saying that the bullet killed Thanh — not Burley.

Johnson told jurors, "If Corey Burley wanted him dead, why didn't he shoot him again?"

In hate crime murders, the killers often own most of the story.

And in this killing, Burley often gets more attention than Nguyen, who's almost been forgotten.

Obtaining any pictures of Nguyen (other than images from the murder scene) for this article was not possible.

He was an immigrant who spent his boyhood years at a refugee camp before fleeing Vietnam and moving to Grand Prairie with family members.

In the U.S., he owned a commercial sewing machine and worked as a freelance tailor.

In Dallas, Nguyen joined the gay social group Asians and Friends, which was organized by John Pielsticker.

Pielsticker works as a real estate appraiser and runs Pro Nails & Spa on Cedar Springs Road.

In 1991, Pielsticker told This Reporter he watched a local TV news program that interviewed the female police officer who patrolled Reverchon.

And said she didn't think the attack was a gay bashing — just a random act of violence.

Seventeen years later, Pielsticker puts the story in perspective again.

He remembers talking about the gruesome details with Calloway and grieving with Asians and Friends members, who took a up collection for Nguyen family's to pay for funeral expenses.

Why didn't Burley shoot Nguyen again?

"My guess is that the attack and shooting were part of a gang initiation. That's why [Thorton] told Burley — who was the youngest of the three — to shoot Thanh," Pielsticker says.

Pielsticker points out that Nguyen was shorter than Calloway.

And because he was gay and Vietnamese, Nguyen was attacked much worse than Calloway.

During the 1992 murder trial, Burley said, "One of the dudes got hit and fell down. … .. '

A small path near this 911 location sign on the Katy Trail leads to the spot where Thanh Nguyen was murdered in 1991.

"Something went click in my head and told me to shoot the other one, 'cause I had already fucked up and shot one."

After the attack, Calloway did many TV and newspaper interviews.

Pielsticker even remembers Calloway appearing on CNN once.

In many stories, Calloway is depicted as Nguyen's "partner," which Pielsticker debates, saying he thought the men were just platonic friends.

In 1991, Calloway identified as HTV positive. Since 1979, he was busted for multiple DUIs.

In 1999, he was sentenced to Hutchins State Jail for aggravated assault and failure to stop and render aid.

In 2001, he wrote to POZ magazine because his prescription meds were cut off during incarceration.

In 2004, Calloway was released and put on probation until April 18,2009.

Earlier this week, The Reporter spoke with his supervising officer in Longview, who said Calloway has an arxest warrant for absconding and failing to report to his supervisor for the past two months.

While Calloway's reputation has tarnished over the years, in 1991 he bravely made police officials and the public recognize and acknowledge that the attack that killed his friend and left him crippled was indeed a hate crime — and not just a random act of violence motivated by robbery

All three assailants were been found guilty of murder and are still behind bars.

Today, on the Katy Trail, look for a round green street sign that says "Your 911 location is KT 104."

Follow the small path there, and behind the first row of bushes you'll find a stone picnic table.

That's where three men with a loaded gun went to stalk park cruisers because they thought gay men were weak.

[newsintheshell]

⚡ CRUNCHYROLL: TUTTI I TRAILER E I NUOVI SIMULCAST SVELATI DURANTE LA CCXP24

Annunciati Magic Maker, Teogonia, Nyaight of the Living Cat, Grisaia Phantom Trigger, Worthless Appraiser, Attack on Titan: The Last Attack e mostrati nuovi video di Fire Force e Zenshu!

Industry Panel bello corposo alla Comic Con Experience (CCXP) di quest'anno, dove Crunchyroll è volata a San Paolo con un bel carico di novità.

Di seguito trovate tutte quelle confermate ufficialmente anche per l'Italia.

📅 GENNAIO 2025

🔶🔸ZENSHU

Nuovo trailer e nuova locandina, dove finalmente vediamo un pezzetto di volto della nostra giovane regista dalla chioma indomita!

La prossima serie originale dello studio MAPPA (Zombie Land Saga, Re-Main) è nata dalle menti di Mitsue Yamasaki (Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle, Tada Never Falls in Love) e Kimiko Ueno (Dungeon Food, Astro Note), che sono rispettivamente regista e sceneggiatrice in seno all'opera.

Dopo essersi diplomata al liceo, Natsuko Hirose inizia la sua carriera come animatrice. Il suo talento sboccia in men che non si dica e ben presto fa il suo debutto alla regia. Il suo primo anime diventa un successo, dando via a un fenomeno sui social e facendo conoscere a tutti il suo nome, tutti dicono sia una regista geniale. Il suo prossimo progetto è una commedia romantica che parla del primo amore! Non essendosi però mai innamorata, Natsuko fatica a comprendere l'idea di primo amore, portandola a non riuscire a realizzare lo storyboard e rendendo inevitabile un rallentamento della produzione.

🔶🔸EVEN GIVEN THE WORTHLESS "APPRAISER" CLASS, I'M ACTUALLY THE STRONGEST

Annunciato il simulcast della serie adventure fantasy, basata sull'omonima light novel firmata Ibarakino.

L'adattamento televisivo, targato OKURUTO NOBORU (Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included, Tomodachi Game), è diretto da Kenta Onishi (The Hidden Dungeon Only I Can Enter) con l'aiuto di Tatsuya Sasaki (Yoasobi Gurashi!).

Ein è stato investito del mestiere di "Appraiser", il più debole e sfortunato tra tutti i lavori che potrebbero essere ereditati alla nascita, perché permette solo a chi lo possiede do poter valutare il valore delle cose. Maltrattato da tutti e visto alla stregua di un semplice collezionista dai suoi compagni, Ein è arrivato a odiarsi e vive un'esistenza fatta di insoddisfazione e biasimo. Ma quando incontra Yuri, lo spirito nel World Tree, e la sua protettrice, Ursula la saggia, il destino di Ein muta drasticamente. Col dono dell'Occhio dello Spirito da parte di Yuri, e l'aiuto di Ursula per capire come usarlo, Ein diventa sempre più forte, finché non lo diventa abbastanza da poter accompagnare Yuri nel suo a lungo atteso viaggio nel mondo per incontrare le sorelle del World Tree. Affronterà ogni genere di sfida, armato della sua gentilezza naturale e del suo nuovo coraggio.

🔶🔸FARMAGIA

Simulcast in dirittura d'arrivo anche per la serie ispirata all'action rpg e farm life sim di Marvelous, che come potete ben vedere gode del riconoscibilissimo character design di Hiro Mashima (Fairy Tail, Edens Zero).

L'anime è una produzione studio BRIDGE (Fairy Tail Final Series, Shaman King Flowers), con a capo Shinji Ishihira (Edens Zero, Fairy Tail: 100 Years Quest) e Toshihiko Sano come regista.

A Felicidad, gli allevatori chiamati Farmagia crescono i mostri sotto la quieta legge del Magus Diluculum. Dopo che il Magus muore, scoppia una guerra per il potere tra forze che usano i mostri per i propri scopi, nella città di Centvelt, Farmagia Ten e i suoi amici si riuniscono contro il nuovo despota, Glaza. Ten, i suoi amici e i mostri che hanno cresciuto dovranno mettercela tutta per difendere la propria libertà.

🔶🔸GRISAIA: PHANTOM TRIGGER

Confermato il simulcast anche per la serie tv sequel dei precedenti tre OAV, realizzati sempre da BIBURY ANIMATION STUDIOS (The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love You), che finora ha adattato i primi tre volumi degli otto totali dell'omonima visual novel.

La regia è affidata nuovamente a Kosuke Murayama, già regista del capitolo Stargazer.

Per chi non la conoscesse, la popolare serie di visual novel sviluppata da Frontwing è una vera e propria saga, che comprende anche vari prequel e spinoff. Il franchise ha già ispirato anche le serie animate di The Fruit of Grisaia e The Eden of Grisaia, oltre ad uno special basato su The Labyrinth of Grisaia. 

Al tempo, tutti questi progetti sono stati animati dallo studio 8bit (Yama no Susume, That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime) ed erano pure tutti disponibili su Crunchyroll, ma ricontrollando, al momento in cui scrivo, con mio grande disappunto non sono più visibili.

Molti anni dopo The Fruit of Grisaia… Quella che un tempo era la "Accademia Mihama" un santuario per giovani ragazze, è stato trasformato nel SORD (Special Organization for Research & Development), una scuola che addestra le talentuose forze di difesa della nazione. Rena e Maki sono specializzate nelle armi da fuoco, Tohka e Gumi eccellono nel cecchinaggio, Chris si occupa degli esplosivi e nell'elaborazione dei dati mentre Murasaki una abile ninja perfetta per le operazioni di intelligence. Insieme, accettano casi troppo difficili per la polizia o per le Forze di Autodifesa, affrontando così missioni molto pericolose. È la storia di queste giovani ragazze, intrise di sangue e polvere da sparo.

🔶🔸MAGIC MAKER: HOW TO MAKE MAGIC IN ANOTHER WORLD

Altra serie fantasy fra i prossimi simulcast invernali! Questa parte dall'ormai comune premessa del reincarnation isekai ed è tratta dall'omonima light novel a firma Kazuki Kaburagi.

La trasposizione animata dell'opera è diretta da Kazuomi Koga (All'incontro per rimorchiare c'erano solo ragazzi - Goukon, Kubo Won't Let Me Be Invisible) e in lavorazione presso STUDIO DEEN (Yakuza Fiancé, Days with My Stepsister).

Nella notte del suo 30° compleanno, il sogno di un uomo di essere in grado di utilizzare la magia diventa realtà, dopo esser morto in maniera aspettata. Si risveglia nel corpo di Sion, un giovane di un altro mondo. Lui e la sua sorella maggiore, Marie, sono la prole di una famiglia nobile di basso lignaggio che governa la regione. Dopo alcuni messaggi ambigui di loro padre, Sion e Marie partono per un avventura alla ricerca della magia.

🔶🔸UNNAMED MEMORY (Stagione 2)

Kazuya Miura (Trapped in a Dating Sim, KanColle: See You Again on Another Quiet Blue Sea) e studio ENGI (Uzaki-chan wa Asobitai!, La novella alchimista apre bottega) tornano ad animare la serie adventure fantasy romance basata sulla light novel di Kuji Furumiya.

I primi 12 episodi erano già stati distribuiti in simulcast, quindi la notizia della riconferma non è una sorpresa, ma in compenso è accompagnata da un nuovo trailer per ingannare l'attesa.

Nel tentativo di porre fine a una maledizione che affligge la sua stirpe, il principe Oscar si imbarca in un'impresa che lo porta a incontrare una potente e stupenda strega, Tinasha, e le domanda di stipulare un accordo singolare: il matrimonio. Malgrado non sia entusiasta della proposta, lei acconsente di stare nel suo castello per un anno facendo ricerche sull'incantesimo scagliato su di lui. Ma dietro le sue splendide bugie, una vita di segreti oscuri sta per venire alla luce.

📅 APRILE 2025

🔶🔸FIRE FORCE (Stagione 3)

Nuova locandina e nuovo trailer anche per l'attesa terza stagione della popolarissima serie urban action fantasy, tratta dall'ultimo manga nato dalla mente di Atsuhi Ohkubo (Soul Eater), edito da Panini Comics.

Questo nuovo capitolo dell'anime è diretto ancora una volta da Tatsuma Minamikawa (Le ragazze del Mahjong, I tormenti della vampira reclusa), presso DAVID PRODUCTION (Undead Unluck, Le Bizzarre Avventure di JoJo), ma come vi avevo già anticipato verrà diviso in due parti, con la seconda pervista per gennaio 2026.

Nel frattempo, vi ricordo che le prime due stagioni sono già su Prime Video, anche doppiate in italiano.

Tokyo brucia e i suoi abitanti sono vittima di misteriose combustioni spontanee in tutta la città! Chi è incaricato di tenere a bada questo inferno è la Fire Force e Shinra è pronto a gettarsi nella mischia. Ora, come componente della Compagnia 8, usa la sua Impronta del Diavolo per impedire che la città finisca in cenere! Ma il suo passato e un ardente segreto rischiano di mandare tutto in fumo.

📅 NEL CORSO DEL 2025

🔶🔸NYAIGHT OF THE LIVING CAT

Qualcosa di diverso dal solito, finalmente! Fra i simulcast in caldo per il prossimo anno c'è anche il surreale horror a tema micioso, tratto dal manga firmato Hawkman e Mecha-roots, che qua possiamo leggere grazie a Panini Comics.

La serie di studio OLM (Il Monologo della Speziale, Tonbo!) è diretta da Tomohiro Kamitani (Mix: Meisei Story - Stagione 2), sotto la supervisione da parte di Takashi Miike (Onimusha). 

Corri! Gli adorabili gatti sono qui! Nel 20XX, il mondo è dominato dai gatti. Si propaga in tutto il mondo un virus che trasforma in gatto chiunque tocchi uno di quei felini, diventando una miaondemia. I gatti si strusciano sulla gente, trasformando tutti in loro simili. Riusciranno gli umani a contrastare il loro istinto di fare le coccole ai gatti e a sopravvivere in questo mondo-gatto? Il solenne fumetto mici-diale sta diventando un anime nel 2025!

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Ultimo nuovo simulcast in lista è l'action fantasy basato sull'omonima light novel di Tsukasa Tanimai, di cui in Italia è edita da Saldapress la versione manga.

Ad occuparsi della serie è lo studio ASAHI PRODUCTION (Gushing over Magical Girls, A Galaxy Next Door), con alla regia Kunihiro Mori (Phantom in the Twilight). 

Gli umani combattono per difendere la propria patria dalle tribu di invasori semi-umani, in una guerra spietata. Col suo mondo inghiottito da una intensa guerra, il ragazzo del villaggio Lag chiamato Kai, si unisce alla lotta per difendere tutto quel che conosce. Dopo che i suoi compagni cadono uno dopo l'altro, Kai viene ferito e rammenta improvvisamente i ricordi di un'altra vita. Si dipana un racconto fantasy mentre il ragazzo scopre un mondo fatto di magia, mistero ed eroismo.

Per finire, Crunchyroll e Sony Pictures Entertainment hanno anche annunciato che a inizio 2025, porteranno nei nostri cinema il film ATTACK ON TITAN: THE LAST ATTACK.

Vi starete chiedendo "Ma come, non era finito finito stavolta?! Che roba è questa ora?". Beh, dopo anni di attesa, divisioni in parti "finali" che manco uno spezzatino, il meme de L'Attacco dei Giganti che non finisce mai ha più vite di un gatto.

Questo "ultimo attacco" non è nient'altro che una compilation degli ultimi due episodi della serie, arrivati a noi l'anno scorso come Attack on Titan: Final Season - The Final Chapters.

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Whether you’re looking to insure your valuable pieces or simply curious about their current worth, getting a Jewelry Appraisal near me in Frisco is a crucial step in managing your collection. Jewelry holds sentimental and financial value, and understanding its true worth is vital, especially if you're considering selling, insuring, or bequeathing your precious items.

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