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Bloodshot Unleashed Reloaded #2

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Eiza Gonzalez Bloodshot (2020)

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Lookism chapter 514: little rant

This is stupid as fuck at this point, genuinely one of the worst lookism chapters i've read so far.

I've been here since 2020, I've felt a lot of things when reading lookism, excitement, giddiness, sadness, suspense but never have i ever felt actual "what the fuck is going on" rage ever while reading lookism.

Nothing in this whole "hunt for gun" arc makes sense, like literally nothing adds up. first we've got the ENTIRE verse assembling like the avengers to take down gun, like we're talking extras that haven't appeared in years. Then these seemingly amazing strong characters that went through so much character development and training arcs get the floor wiped with them, absolutely erasing all the progress they've made so far and get taken down within literally three panels. Not to mention how they deal fatal blows and this man hits super saiyan poses and gets up like nothing happened? Then he proceeds to randomly and casually plunging off a cliff above the mountain forest and lands on the highway in 0.00001 sec mid fight without taking any fall damage whatsoever and gets right back to swinging.

Anyways fast forward to the ridiculous fight he had with johan, which i find to be absolutely ridiculous johan should have 100% won that and the fight should'nt have been prolonged that much, not only was johan in perfect health and his vision was restored, but gun was also getting more and more "tired" and his state was pitiful. But SOMEHOW he still won that. Okay. Cool.

And now fast forward to today's chapter: gun's DUMBASS turns down goo's offer and now they're fighting. So naturally you'd expect gun to lose because goo is relatively equal (as stated multiple times by the narrative) to gun, and gun is in a pitiful state broken arm basically became a flesh and bones smoothie, not to mention his organs must have turned into slime from the amount of hits he has taken. His left eye is popped and bloodshot, his neck is sliced, he even has CLAW marks down his lower torso and forearm, excessive blood loss and nasty bruising everywhere... so obviously goo who is 100% in good shape and is proven to be a very powerful and impactful character will win right? Haha.

*internally screaming throwing up sobbing rolling on the floor in rage and despair*

HOW THE FUCK DID HE END UP ON THE FLOOR SQUISHED LIKE A BUG WITH A SWORD PIERCING THROUGH HIM???? The whole fight made me ENRAGED, i lost it when he blocked the sword with his mouth AND bit it off like are we sure we're still in a slice of life manhwa and not a horror one? I lost it even more when his mouth that was torn ear to ear because of the sword magically healed in the next panel like nothing happened, like that sword didn't just cut through his flesh. Speaking of swords cutting through flesh, how did goos sword sharp enough to cut through metal and concrete walls get stuck on his ankle? Dies this man have titanium bones or something?? How did the sword get stuck on the FLESH not even the bone itself. And the fact that he just walked it off again like nothing happened.. somehow goo only landed like two clean hits and gun magically dodged all the other ones.

Then PTJ proceeds to pull up the double suicide to end the fight in which BOTH goo and gun were stabbed but goo somehow is the one who ends up being squished on the floor like a bug.

This is unacceptable, idk wth ptj was expecting us to get hype after gun some fucking how is capable of weaseling himself out of every corner he's backed up to this is starting patterns that are very similar to jjk.. which i don't like at all. I'd like to say for the one billionth time again that PTJ writing gets progressively worse from the years, which only consists of stalling and dragging the arcs instead of moving on to other plot points, extreme plot armor, adding in an unbelievable number of minor characters, background characters, and extras just to neglect them after a few chapters. Some characters who supposedly were from the "main cast" were gone for YEARS dude, and the lacking female character writing (some may argue with this because it is true there are female characters that are badass and are really good written, but most are created only for the purpose of helping a certain male character with character development. Which he literally directly says on his author note for viral hit in which he says all the female characters form the main cast even the nurse were created for romantic interest, which is an insane thing to say.)

Anyhow, if you've read this far thank you for coming to my ted talk 😓. I know some things i said might be controversial but i just needed to let out some steam, because this is getting ridiculous. Everyone can see the pattern now like there is no way that he's so overpowered that the entirety of the verse wasn't able to take him down.

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Welcome to the Real World: The Wrong Promotion Wrong Place

It seems 92NY five years after the film was launched unexpectedly decided to promote Bloodshot 😳 in NYC, just with the supporting character played by SH who is the main focus of this event.

I have to say this is ridiculous. SH's personalised cardboard has nothing to do with The Couple Next Door series season 1, which SH’s promoted at @92ndstreety in Conversation with Josh Horowitz. By the way. It seems that some people have read the wrong book and are a bit confused.

It's a red carpet photo from Bloodshot, the 2020 film, that was a flop and Vin Diesel was the lead actor, not Sam Heughan. His character was a supporting role. On that occasion, he brought his whisky to the red carpet. But this is a unique opportunity to "Hype him up" and satisfy fans. These people with short-term memory have difficulty remembering things 🙄

Posted 16th January 2025

The Couple Next Door 🫢🤫🙃

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3 9 7  P A G E S

Hey everyone! I realised it's been forever since I posted anything and since I'm not quite finished with the chapter, I thought I'd at least post a story snippet to let you know that I haven't fogotten about you and about HNTBAW. It's just been a little much lately and I've been struggling with writer's block (as always).

But anyway, this is a random scene from the post Hogwarts series (which I might title A Catalogue of Us). It's kind of a flashback memory sort of thing and maybe it's a little confusing and sad, but maybe some of you enjoy it. I hope you had wonderful holidays / Christmas if you celebrate it and I promise I'm still writing.

Let me know what you think if you feel like it... hearing from you guys always helps my motivation, honestly :)

When James fell, the world stood still. I stood still. 

Sometimes I still dream about it. His muddled form falling through the sky, the burst of levitation spells in the pouring rain, like perverse fireworks, missing him again and again and again. There was nothing anyone could have done and yet… 

And yet.

I take a sip of my coffee, trying to banish the scraps of the nightmare that still cling to my mind as I wrap the blanket tighter around my shoulders. The air is crisp, laced with salt and the subtle sweetness of the heather that grows along the cliffside, trembling in the breeze. I’ve been staring at the horizon for almost an hour, watching the darkness fade into that bluish glow that only exists in these few minutes before sunrise, when the world is in-between. Like the sky holds its breath for just a moment.

Like I held my breath when I was an ocean away, unpacking my old life into my new flat, barely paying attention to Ludo Bagman’s tinny commentary in the background. I didn’t even know why I had turned on the match in the first place. I should have stayed away, taken advantage of the physical distance, but there was comfort in the familiarity of it. In hearing his name chanted by thousands of voices. I missed him and I hated him a little for it. And then I heard the screams. 

I thought I had lost him before, but this was so much worse.

***

The room is bright, made of sun-drenched walls and filled with flowers and too many people. But I barely notice. James isn’t moving. There is a tangle of tubes, pumping healing potion from the IV bags into his system, mending his broken bones and his cuts and gashes as much as it can. But even magic can only do so much. 

Ginny sees me first. I’m lingering in the doorway like an intruder, not sure if I have a right to be here. I couldn’t not come. I don’t know what to say, though. My throat closes off when our gaze meets over the hospital bed. She’s clutching James’s hand in both of hers like she’s holding on for dear life, her eyes brimming with tears, and I’m crying too, biting my bottom lip to keep myself from sobbing.

“Seth!” Lily calls out, making both Harry and Al look up, but I still don’t know if I’m welcome. Not until Ginny lets go of her son and extends her hand towards me, the faintest of smiles curving her mouth as she summons me to his bedside.

I want to touch him, to feel that he is still here, warm and real and alive, but I don’t dare. There are too many IV lines and bandages and I’m afraid I might hurt him. “How - how is he?”

It’s a useless question, I know it, but there’s still the naive hope that the answer might have changed. That he’ll open his eyes and give me that infuriating half-smile, calling me Woodley and telling me that everything will be alright.

“I’m sorry,” someone says behind me and I turn around to look at the healer that has come into the room. “Only family is allowed in here.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” 

I make to get up, wiping away the tears with shaky fingers, but Ginny’s hand circles my wrist, her bloodshot gaze firmly on the woman in the lime green coat. “She is.”

***

I wanted to buy him some magazines, but half of the stock in the small St. Mungo’s kiosk is about brooms and Quidditch and the other half are gaudy newspapers that still seem to be in a competition over who can print the most disturbing pictures of James plummeting through the air. I was ready to give up and settle on the Kneazle Lover’s Digest when I saw the flashy book pyramid by the checkout. 

“I got you something.” I’m barely in the room when I hold up the shiny hardback with the gaudy cover and James raises an eyebrow at the shirtless guy that takes up most of the front.

“Holy Morgan, what is that, Woodley?” He lets his head fall to the side, smiling at me, even though he is too weak to move. Bruises and scratches still paint brutal patterns across his skin, covering his face and neck, his shoulders, his ribs, but they’re healing. 

Unlike his legs. 

“They had it in the hospital bookshop!” I can barely contain my excitement as I sit down in the chair next to his bed, thumbing through the pages, because this feels like a sign. A very dumb sign, but a sign nonetheless, and I’ll take anything I can get. “No way!” I press the open page against my mouth, my eyebrows arching at James over the edge of the book.

“What?” He’s frowning, amusement still tugging on the corners of his mouth. 

“It’s set in the 1800s.” 

He groans, though the grin on his face definitely dampens the effort. Rain is lashing against the windows, drowning out the steady drip of the IVs and, for a moment, it feels like it used to. Like Sunday mornings at his and Freddie’s flat, when he would refuse to get up and pull me back into bed with him.

“I’m so excited.”

“I bet.” He’s laughing, properly now, and my heart flutters behind my chest. It should know better. Especially because I saw her name flash across his phone screen last night before I left. “How long is that damn thing?”

I flip to the very back of the book, catching a few of the final words even though I try to not read them. “397 pages.”

***

“How many pages?”

He used to ask how many chapters. Then it turned to pages. Because he knows it too - that we only exist like the words on paper, between the pages. Until we reach the last one. The last sentence. 

“191.”

When the story ends, so do we. But ours is a tragedy. Maybe it was always meant to be.

I come back every day. I sit next to his bed and read A Witch’s Guide to Rakes and Romance, blushing fiercely at the spicy scenes but reading it all. James covers Lily’s ears when she’s cuddled up next to him and she complains loudly while Al and Freddie laugh and Harry and Ginny exchange soft, tired smiles.

Sometimes, the room is crowded. Sometimes, it’s just us - James and me and the steady whirring of the machines - and I read to him until he falls asleep. I read to him until twilight creeps into the room and we have to turn on the neon hospital lights. 

I read to him until he can feel his legs again. 

Until the IV lines become less.

Until he can sit up by himself.

“How many?” He says and I don’t look at him.

“16.”

It’s the last chapter. And, though I know that it’s time to go, that this semi-real version of us has an expiration date, I dread every page I turn.

“What if you stayed?” James says, quietly, and I feel like I might choke. I can barely breathe.

What if I stayed?

“I - I can’t.” My fingers are clenching the book in my lap, digging into the cover for something to hold on to. This feels awful, like a second break-up, and I wish I could just fold myself into his arms. 

But I can’t and he doesn’t argue. Because he knows me too well.

His lips are pressed together as he nods, a tear sliding down the side of his face into his pillow and I’m crying too. When he reaches out, I take his hand and weave my fingers through his, careful to not dislodge the catheter in the back of his hand.

“Do you want to hear the ending now?” I ask, wiping the tears from my cheeks, and his gaze slides from my face to the book in my lap, to our intertwined fingers.

“No.” I feel his hold on me loosen, his hand slipping out of my grasp a little. “I don’t want to know how it ends.”

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Expect the Unexpected (Chapter 37: For Just One Day Let's Only Think About Love)

Present Time (Thursday December 24, 2020)

5:00 pm

Briar’s P.O.V.

The second Briar opens the door to let Blondie and Cupid in, Willow bounds over to them and exclaims, “Santa’s coming!”

Blondie smiles brightly. “Oh my goodness, he is?! That’s so exciting!”

She sets her pie down on the floor before scooping Willow up into her arms, hugging her tightly. Willow squeals with delight. Briar chuckles as she closes the door. After Blondie sets Willow down, Cupid sweeps the toddler into her arms. Briar pulls Blondie into a hug.

“Merry Christmas!” she exclaims.

“Merry Christmas!” Blondie cheerfully replies.

Cupid places Willow down then and embraces Briar tightly. Willow runs back toward the living room. Blondie picks up her pie.

“We made a chocolate pie! Where should I put it?”

“Here, I’ll take it,” Briar replies, pulling back from the hug. “Thanks so much for making it!”

“It's our pleasure!”

Briar puts the pie in the refrigerator. She’s relieved that she and Ashlynn didn’t have to do all the cooking. People have brought various dishes. She shuts the refrigerator door before joining everybody in the living room. Apple, Darling, and Raven have arrived as well; they’re sitting on the couch with Ashlynn. Blondie and Cupid walk over and join them. Willow is running circles around the room. Every moment or so she exclaims again, “Santa’s coming!” Everybody is watching the adorable sight with wide smiles while talking amongst themselves. Even Raven has a small smile on her face. As Briar sits down next to Ashlynn, she takes in Raven's appearance. As is the default nowadays, her face is even paler than usual, and her eyes are bloodshot with dark bags beneath them. Briar suppresses the urge to frown at the sight. It’s Christmas, she reminds herself. She already worries about Raven enough. Tonight is not the time. She turns her attention to Darling who appears to be in great spirits. Her eyes are bright with humor as she laughs at Blondie’s jokes. Apple’s arm is wrapped around her shoulders, laughing along with her. Briar, realizing she’s zoning out, tunes into the conversation. Cupid has taken the stage now.

“Oh kingdoms, you will not believe what happened!” she exclaims. “I accidentally put expired milk in the pie and then I had to bake it all over again!”

“I think they’ll believe it,” Blondie mumbles, a smirk on her face.

Cupid scoffs, playfully smacking Blondie’s shoulder. “Oh quiet you!”

Briar laughs along with her friends. As she looks around the room at everybody’s smiling faces, reflected by the colorful Christmas tree lights, she decides it’s going to be an amazing night.

XXX

Ashlynn’s POV

Willow hasn’t run out of steam yet. She’s still running around, enthusing about Santa Claus coming. Everybody else has arrived now. Hunter, Daring, Rosabella, Holly, and Poppy have joined them in the living room.

“Awww, she’s so cute!” Apple exclaims.

Briar chuckles. “Yeah, we’ve been talking about Santa Claus with her for weeks now. I think she’s a little young to fully understand the concept, but as you can see, she’s still very excited about it.”

“She’s going to be really excited to see what Santa got her,” Ashlynn adds, smiling brightly at the thought of Willow’s thrilled face when she sees her presents in the morning.

Hunter leans in and whispers conspiratorially, “She’s definitely going to be thrilled to play with the giant dollhouse that Santa built her.”

Ashlynn giggles. “We all know how proud you are of your dollhouse, Hunter.”

Hunter scoffs, but can’t stop the grin from forming on his face. “Of course I’m proud of it! You try building a dollhouse from scratch, Ash!”

Ashlynn laughs. She thinks of how far she and Hunter have come in the past couple years. Two Christmases ago they couldn't stop arguing, and now they’re playfully joking around together.

“Okay, I’ll admit it,” she says. “You’re amazing, Hunter.”

“Why, thank you!” he exclaims.

After their laughter fades out, Ashlynn takes another appetizer from the coffee table and pops it into her mouth.

“This bruschetta is amazing! I need this recipe, Apple!”

Apple smiles widely, clearly pleased that her food contribution is so well-liked.

“Thanks, Ash! I can definitely send it to you!”

Just as Ashlynn is opening her mouth to thank her, Willow is suddenly in front of her, throwing herself into her arms. Ashlynn grunts at the sudden impact.

“Mommy!” the toddler exclaims, squeezing her tight.

Ashlynn laughs softly, hugging her daughter back. “Hi, baby.”

Willow pulls back and looks at Ashlynn, her big emerald eyes bright with excitement. “When is presents?!”

Ashlynn, along with everybody else, laughs endearingly.

“You’ll get some from us later tonight, and you’ll get some from Santa tomorrow!”

“Yay!” Willow cheers, before jumping down from Ashlynn’s lap and beginning to race around the room again.

Briar turns to Ashlynn and grins. “I don’t know if we’re getting that girl to bed tonight. She is wired for sound.”

Ashlynn nods. “I know. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her this excited, which is saying a lot.”

Briar giggles. “Well, at least she has her priorities straight.”

Ashlynn laughs. “That she does.”

XXX

Apple’s POV

As is usual with meals nowadays, Raven only takes small portions of food and does little more than nibble on it. Apple does her best to not focus on the depleted expression on her friend’s face and instead on the cheerful chatter of her friends. Rosabella is recounting the story of how Daring tried to bake for the party and ended up burning two pies. She’s trying to get the words out through her peals of hysterical laughter. Apple can tell by the flush of her cheeks that the wine has already reached her system. Daring is sitting next to her pouting with his arms crossed.

“And not just the pies, but almost the house! All our fire alarms went off! Every single one!”

Apple, drawn in by the story, forgets her worries and laughs along with her friends.

“Now that you did not tell me when we were talking earlier!” Darling exclaims, jumping at the chance to tease her brother.

He scoffs, but it’s clear by the humorous glint of his eyes that he’s not genuinely offended. “Well, of course I didn’t! You’re mean as hell!”

Darling gasps in mock offense. “I’m mean as hell?! You’re the one who always gave me noogies when we were kids!”

“You did that to your poor little sister?!” Rosabella exclaims. She pokes his chest lightly. “Meanie!”

Apple watches their antics with a wide smile on their face. She’ll never get tired of watching Darling and Daring bicker, and it’s even funnier when Rosabella is thrown in the mix.

Her attention is diverted when Holly speaks. “This cranberry sauce is so good, Apple! Where’d you get the recipe?”

Apple turns to look at her. The girl’s face has also taken on a pink hue. Clearly the alcohol is hitting everybody now. Apple only had a few sips of the wine, so she isn’t feeling anything. She clears her throat before answering Holly.

“Oh, thank you! It’s my mom’s recipe actually. I can give you a copy.”

Holly grins. “Thanks so much!”

Apple smiles back. “No problem!”

Technically it’s a secret recipe, but Apple has already broken so many of her mother’s expectations and rules over the past few years. What’s one more? Apple is reminded of the Christmas party two years ago where she’d ended up crying in her bedroom over the pain of her mother’s rejection. It had happened so recently then and was sitting so heavily on her heart. It’s still an ache she carries with her everyday, the fact that her mother doesn’t accept her for who she is, but it’s gotten monumentally easier to live with. The fact that she can now talk about her mother casually speaks volumes.

As she goes back to eating her mashed potatoes and listening to her friends’ conversations, another thought pops into her mind. She’s surprised that Holly initiated a conversation with her. It’s not that there’s contention among them; they get along perfectly fine. It’s just that ever since about their senior year of high school, she’s felt a distance between them, a tension even. It’s like there’s something Holly holds against her. Apple can’t even begin to guess what it could be. She knows she’s hurt people throughout her life, been insensitive and controlling…but Holly? She can’t think of anything she could’ve done to offend Holly. She doesn’t dare bring the issue up though. Darling and Holly are such good friends; she wouldn’t want to cause any problems between them. There’s also a fairly high chance that she’s just imagining things and that Holly actually has no problem with her at all. Apple decides to go with that option, at least for tonight.

XXX

6:42 pm

Darling’s POV

Darling is on the money as they play their annual Christmas Eve game of Charades.

“She’s obviously a flamingo!” she exclaims, gesturing to Poppy who is haphazardly balancing on one leg.

Poppy breathes a sigh of relief as she puts her leg down. “Thank goodness! I was losing my balance there!”

Darling giggles. “That was like five seconds!”

Poppy shrugs. “What can I say? I have terrible balance.”

“She couldn't walk until she was 16 months old,” Holly adds, a smirk on her face.

Poppy shoots her a glare. “Hey! I talked before you did!”

Holly sticks her tongue out at her and Poppy does it right back. Darling laughs. The sisters are so much like her and Daring. With Dexter, things are somewhat different. They joke around, but they don’t really tease each other. That’s always been her and Daring’s thing. At the thought of Dexter, a sudden wave of sadness washes over her. She wishes more than anything that he could be here with them right now. That she could see his eyes light up at all the jokes being told, the soft smile on his face as he enjoys everybody’s company.

As the game proceeds, she tries her best to keep the smile on her face, but she can feel it gradually slipping. She prays that nobody notices her diminished cheer. Of course there’s somebody who does. Apple who is sitting by her side takes her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Darling turns to look at her girlfriend who is gazing at her, eyes wide with concern. Shame adds to the boiling grief within her. Apple is supposed to be having nothing but fun right now. Darling absolutely cannot put a damper on her night. So she gathers her strength and gives her girlfriend a soft smile.

“I’m fine, baby,” she murmurs.

Apple doesn’t look convinced. So Darling does something she knows will distract Apple (and truthfully just something she’s been itching all evening to do anyway). She pulls her into a kiss. Apple’s lips are warm and soft and everything that Darling needs to feel okay again, but she can’t give in to her urges right now. Not with their friends surrounding them. She won’t deny that the two glasses of wine she’s had are having an effect on her, making her more impulsive and unfiltered than she’d usually be; but she still can’t do everything she wants to do to Apple right here. So as she draws back from the kiss she whispers into her girlfriend’s ear, “Later, baby.” She can tell by the lovestruck expression on Apple’s face, along with the bright anticipation in her eyes, that the girl has been effectively distracted (and so has she). They turn their attention back to the game, but neither is able to pay as much attention as before. Darling begins to lose her winning streak. All she can think about is Apple and how magical later tonight is going to be.

XXX

7:03 pm

Holly’s POV

“Oh kingdoms Darling, this is so beautiful!”

Apple’s voice is even higher pitched than usual as she looks with teary eyes at the silver flower-shaped hair brooch Darling gifted her.

“I love it so much!” she exclaims, before pulling the girl into yet another kiss.

Holly looks away. Like every time Darling and Apple are so sickeningly sweet and affectionate with each other, it feels like a knife is stabbing her heart. She can’t bear to watch their displays of love. She knows how disgustingly selfish of her it is to even think such a thing. Darling is her best friend and Apple makes her happy. So incredibly happy. A good friend would be thrilled for both of them. So Holly has had to accept the ugly truth: she’s not a good friend. She might act like one, being sweet and nurturing and helpful, but there’s a bitterness underneath all her affection and cheer. As long as she’s in love with Darling and resentful of her and Apple’s relationship, she’s a bad friend. This ugly thought only snowballs into a barrage of other ugly thoughts. Why did she come to stay at the hotel in Bookend in the first place after Dexter’s accident? What’s the point? Because Darling needs her? Well, that’s clearly not true. Darling has everything she needs and more with Apple. Apple may have been a self-centered child, but she’s grown into an amazing woman and is an excellent girlfriend. She and Darling are lucky to have each other. They’re both incredible people. Holly wishes she could be even half as good. In this moment of jealousy and self-pity, she makes up her mind. She and Poppy are going to go back home the day after tomorrow. All it takes is another look at Darling and Apple who are still kissing to reinforce the cold hard truth: she’s not needed.

XXX

Raven’s POV

Raven has been trying to be happy. She really has been. She’s done her best to participate in the activities, contribute to conversations, laugh at her friends’ jokes (whether the laughing is real or not is beside the point). But no matter how hard she tries to feel normal, to be her old happy self, she’s still sad. The thought of Dexter, of his vacant stare every time he looks at her, cycles through her head on an endless loop. Every time she visits him in that awful hospital, not the slightest bit of recognition is in those beautiful sapphire eyes. Those four soul-crushing words, “Do I know you?,” haunt her every waking moment. When other people are talking to her, she can only partially focus because those damn words are on a constant repeat in her head. What makes her even sadder is watching her friends and seeing how easily happiness comes to them. Darling is devastated. She cries when she thinks nobody can hear her (Raven doesn’t even have the strength to comfort her). But even she can put those negative feelings aside and be happy on a night like tonight. She can joke around and laugh and kiss her girlfriend an exorbitant amount of times. Raven tries to shove the bitter feeling of jealousy down, but whenever she sees the two girls kiss, she can’t stop that rotten sensation from rising in her chest. There’s a good chance that she’ll never get to kiss her boyfriend again. But Darling and Apple--they can kiss anytime they want. As much as they support Raven, they have a connection with each other that is exclusive to them. Raven had that kind of connection. Whenever Dexter kissed her or embraced her or even just asked her how her day was going, she felt it. Now it’s gone though and all she can do is hold onto the hope that it’ll come back. But as the weeks pass and Dexter still doesn’t remember her, she has less and less faith that it will.

Unable to bear the sight of Darling and Apple kissing any longer, she turns her attention to the other side of the room. Ashlynn, Hunter, and Briar are helping Willow open presents.

“A fire truck!” the toddler joyfully exclaims, holding up a shiny red fire engine toy.

The bright grin on her face is so contagious, it even makes Raven smile a little.

“What do you say to Auntie Cupid and Auntie Blondie?” Ashlynn asks Willow.

“Thank you!” the toddler exclaims, bounding over to the girls and giving each of them a big hug.

As Willow runs back over to her stack of presents, Ashlynn pulls her daughter into her arms.

“Good job, baby!” she exclaims. “You’re being so polite!”

Briar reaches over and ruffles Willow’s hair, a wide smile on her face.

A thought suddenly occurs to Raven then that somehow hadn’t before: what if she and Dexter can never have children? They’ve been talking about wanting to have kids someday for years…and now there’s a substantial probability that it won’t happen? The eruption of pain within her is so intense, she feels like she’s been punched in the gut. The knowledge that she may never have that happiness, feel that pure joy that’s so plain on Briar, Ashlynn, and Hunter’s faces, overwhelms her. Her eyes begin to sting and her breath shortens. She hurries to the bathroom and barely manages to close the door in time before bursting into tears.

XXX

8:23 pm

Hunter’s POV

“What cookies do you want to set out for Santa, baby?” Hunter asks.

He’s crouched down in front of Willow, holding out the tray of frosted sugar cookies. The party is over and it’s just him, Willow, Ashlynn, and Briar now. Just like they did last year, he’s going to stay the night and sleep in the guest bedroom. Briar and Ashlynn are tidying up the house. He just got Willow ready for bed and now it’s time to fulfill the iconic childhood tradition of putting out cookies and milk for Santa.

She furrows her brow in thought. “Ummm…”

He waits patiently for her to make up her mind. She really is her mother’s daughter. Not only does she look nearly identical to Ashlynn, but she also can’t make decisions for the life of her. She finally decides on three cookies (all of which she had frosted) and he sets them out on a plate.

“Now what do we put out?” he asks, smiling softly at his daughter.

This time she responds much quicker. “Milk!”

“Atta girl!”

After filling up a cup of milk, he hands it to Willow and she places it on the table next to the tray of cookies.

“You know what time it is now?!” he exclaims.

“Story time!”

He claps his hands. “Yeah, story time!”

Briar and Ashlynn pause their cleaning to come read “The Night Before Christmas” with Hunter and Willow. He reads in his most dramatic and captivating voice. The amused expressions on Ashlynn’s and Briar’s faces and Willow’s giggles are all the inspiration he needs to speak more and more dramatically with each page.

As he exclaims “The end!” Willow begins to clap. Laughing, the adults join in. As their giggles and clapping slow to a stop, Willow yawns widely.

“I know what time it is now,” Ashlynn sings.

Willow’s eyes flutter tiredly. The answer is obvious.

Hunter carries Willow to her bedroom, Ashlynn and Briar following closely behind.

“Good night, sweet girl,” Hunter murmurs, giving her head a soft kiss before gently setting her down in the crib.

“Good night, Daddy,” she murmurs sleepily.

Ashlynn and Briar take turns giving her kisses before the three of them leave the room and crack the door.

Briar yawns. “Want to just leave the cleaning until the morning? I know it’s early, but I’m beat.”

“Yeah,” Ashlynn agrees. “I’m tired too.”

Hunter shrugs. “Well, you know I’ll never complain about not having to clean.”

“Oh we know!” Briar exclaims, giving him a playful shove.

He pouts. “Hey!”

The amusement in his voice shines through though, and a second later they’re all laughing.

Before retiring to their bedrooms for the night, he gives them each a hug.

“Love you guys,” he says, his voice soft.

“Love you too,” they both reply.

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Colorado Driver Busted For DUI Crash Explained To Cops That He Was A "Professional Drinker"

After causing a three-car crash, a Colorado man--whose blood alcohol content was later measured at over four times the legal limit--explained to arresting officers that he was a “professional drinker,” according to an arrest report.

According to police, Kampmann (seen at right) plowed his 2000 Nissan Sentra into the rear of a Subaru stopped in traffic on a street in Wheat Ridge, a Denver suburb. The Subaru then lurched forward and hit a third car.

When cops contacted Kampmann, he allegedly smelled of booze, had bloodshot eyes, and his speech was slurred. When one officer asked another if there was indication of drug use on Kampmann’s part, the suspect piped in: “No drugs man just just just a lot of drinking.”

Kampmann would go on to explain that he was no amateur. “Matthew told me that he was a professional drinker while slurring his speech,” a cop noted. He later described himself as a “professional alcoholic” while preparing to take a breath test that would eventually record a .326 BAC (the state limit is .08).

A search of Kampmann--who said he consumed 10 drinks--recovered an empty Jim Beam shooter in a pants pocket, while “numerous empty and full Jim Beam shooters and several empty Modelo beer cans” littered his car floorboards.

Police later released Kampmann into the custody of his wife, who “was a sober driver.”

In 2020, a Florida Man assured cops that, “I’m a professional drinker” after being pulled over for speeding. George Emmanuel, now 59, had a BAC nearly triple the .08 limit. Arrested for DUI, he later copped to a reduced charge of reckless driving and was sentenced to 12 months probation, ordered to perform 50 hours of community service, and “attend DUI school.” 

[gy4doa]

Visual Kei (V系) : My Current Hyperfixation.

I'd like to so badly talk about V系 (Visual Kei/Vkei). This subculture has been my top interest these past few months. It is SO underrated.

Context:

Visual Kei is an alternative music and fashion movement defined as flamboyant, androgynous and theatrical. The aesthetic takes influences from international and Japanese glam rock and punk rock bands.

I have just started getting into vkei. Although I am not that educated on it, I love vkei as a whole. Its fashion, the vibe it gives off, its musicians—and most importantly, its music.

Firstly, I want to talk about the FIRST EVER band that got in me into vkei: MALICE MIZER.

Malice Mizer

This band was nothing but purely majestic. The first song I heard from them was entitled, "Ma Chèrie."

MALICE MIZER was my first vkei band ever. Each and every one of their music had me ascending! The day I discovered this band was the day I found happiness.

- But sadly, they disbanded in 2001.

Here are some songs from them that I recommend:

• Aegen

• Gekka No Yasoukyoku

• Au Revoir

• Bel Air

• Gardenia

• Premier Amour

• Le Ciel

• Transylvania

Members:

Mana - Guitarist

Közi - Guitarist

Yu~ki - Bassist

Gaz - Drummer (original/first)

Tetsu - Vocalist (first)

Kami - Drummer

Gackt - Vocalist (second)

Klaha - Vocalist (last/third)

Visit: (For more context.)

Next up!

— . . Gulu Gulu

I am currently obsessed with this band. They are the first ever JROCK band I have listened to. Despite Gulu Gulu and Malice Mizer being under the same roof (vkei), Gulu Gulu features more rock and metal-like music, unlike Malice Mizer with their angelic songs.

—— Their songs portray loud music, with band vocalist—Ai—screaming his lungs out. But nonetheless, the music they make is absolutely amazing. I cannot explain my love for this band.

- But sadly, they disbanded in March 17, 2023.

Songs I recommend:

• Kaebin

• Henna Merry Go Round

• Rubra

• Living Dead End

• Akunin

• Karappo ga Chirakatta heya

• Hidarite wa Snuff Film

Members:

Ai - Vocalist

Hotaru - Drummer

Lanju - Bassist

Rito - Guitarist

Kazari - (ex-member, Guitarist)

Visit: https://vk.gy/artists/gulu-gulu/

(for more context)

DADAROMA

Dadaroma was the 2nd band I discovered right after Gulu Gulu, and I realized that their music was a bit similar. Specifically, the vocalists' voice. Ai from Gulu Gulu and Yoshiatsu from Dadaroma both captivated me with their amazing voices.

My love for this band is actually insane. Their visuals are stunning and crazed, plus their music makes me feel so lively.

- But sadly, they disbanded in March 2020.

Song I recommend:

• Risley Circus

• POINT OF NO RETURN

• MONEY

• Mr. Terrorman

Members:

Yoshiatsu - Vocalist

Takashi - Guitarist

Tomo - Bassist

Ryohei - Drummer

Visit: (for more context)

JILUKA

JILUKA is such a talented and wonderful band. I recommend this band to people who listen to heavy metal. Despite their ethereal looks, the band makes such crazy music which is why I love them. They were the first band to get me into metal + the band men are so pretty and kind.

I would LOVE to go to a JILUKA concert someday.

- JILUKA has been active since 2013.

Songs I recommend:

• S4VAGE

• VENΦM

• BLVCK

• BaLa-DeDa

• Bloodshot

Members:

Ricko - Vocalist

Sena - Guitarist

Boogie - Bassist

Zyean - Drummer

Visit: (for more context.)

A lot of vkei fans will probably say that the bands I put here are all overrated and that I'm a 'poser' or whatever, but don't think like that.

I know more bands than just JILUKA, Gulu Gulu, Malice Mizer and Dadaroma.

For instance, I listen to Ashmaze, BUCK-TICK, Mejibray, KAKUMAY & Dir en grey. I know a bunch of vkei fans know these bands and consider them popular/overrated, but there's a reason why it's popular. The music, members and the band itself is beautiful and astonishing, which is why it has earned its title as 'popular'.

Plus, as I have stated, I am still discovering vkei bands and learning more about its genres. It'd be really helpful if you guys drop some information about Visual Kei! It is highly appreciated.

I love these bands with all my heart, but please give me recommendations of bands similar to those listed above, or just drop some underrated bands I can get attached to!

Bands I recommend:

Plastic Tree

Dazzling BAD

Versailles

the GazettE

ALIENE MARIAGE

Moi dix Mois

XaaXaa

Diaura

X Japan

SHAZNA

Songs I'd like to recommend you listen:

(band - song)

Mejibray - Kore wo izon to yobu nara

Mejibray - Divergence

Mejibray - DIE KUSSE

Plastic Tree - San-Gatsu Itsu-Ka

Plastic Tree - Ink

Plastic Tree - Tefutefu

Plastic Tree - Kuuchuu Buranko

SHAZNA - Sumire September Love

SHAZNA - Melty Love

SHAZNA - C'est la vie

Moi dix Mois - Monophobia

Moi dix Mois - Lilac of Damnation

Moi dix Mois - Nocturnal Romance

Moi dix Mois - Vestige

Gulu Gulu - Kubiwa Kyouiku no Susume

Gulu Gulu - Oyasumi

Kaneto-Juusei - Kimihahonnou

Kaneto-Juusei - tokyotomushokukobayashiakihito

Kaneto-Juusei - Manatsunobiratwo

(Sorry if the name for Kaneto-Juusei songs are wrong 😔)

: By the way, I suggested songs from bands I am fond of. As I had said, I am still discovering and learning about other bands and their music. Please bear with me, everyone. :')

— The songs I recommended are just so.. amazing. I actually can't describe how much I LOVE this genre of music. I can listen to them for all eternity.

And yes, haha, I know the beef between Ai from Gulu Gulu and Chill from Kaneto-Juusei, so saying that I put Gulu Gulu next to Kaneto-Juusei may be a bit disrespectful but it's kinda silly to me. I love both bands, though I do not support or can confirm the surrounding controversies each band has. I love and enjoy them solely because of their style and music, maybe also one member who isn't as problematic as the others or the band itself.

[nap-hime]

Writing platforms

• AO3: nap_princess

• Fanfiction Net: salty nap princess

• Fiction Press: sleep pronoia

• Wattpad: nap_princess

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1. slip off the diamond life

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir | Chloé-centric | One-shot | 3.3k

Fanfiction net: Deslizándose fuera de la vida del diamante translated to Spanish by Rankakiu

2. Sherwood's little Eskimo

Heathers | Heather Duke and Martha-centric | One-shot | 3.1k

Fanfiction net: A pequena esquimó de Sherwood translated to Portuguese by LaraNogueira

Spirit Fanfiction: A pequena esquimó de Sherwood translated to Portuguese by LaraNogueira

3. like diamonds dipped in gold

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir | Chloé, Marinette and Adrien-centric | One-shot | 6.5k

Fanfiction net: словно алмазы в золоте translated to Russian by Obeliskx

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4. the promotion of coupledom

Descendants | JayLonnie | One-shot | 5.2k

Wattpad: The Coupledom translated to Spanish by xDearWinterx

5. petite monnaie

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir | Chloé and Adrien-centric | One-shot | 2.7k

[Spirit Fanfiction link to be posted]: translated to Russian by Angellinchek

6. a headful of oopsie daisies

Sierra Burgess is a Loser | Veronica-centric | One-shot | 2.4k

[AO3 link to be posted]: translated to Russian by bleufonxe

7. lethal justice

Hyouka | Mayaka and Houtarou-centric | One-shot | 1.8k

[Word press link to be posted]: translated to Vietnamese by hyoukafanpagevn

8. white knight syndrome

Frozen | HansElsa | modern work AU | 20/20 chapters | 68.3k

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1. send us to perfect places

Frozen | HansElsa | modern Rich Kids Club AU | One-shot | 12.2k

Google Drive: Helsa Valentine's Day 2020 art by Magentacravat

2. bloodshot eyes in the dark

Frozen | HansElsa | red riding hood AU | One-shot | 4.7k

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3. the skeletons that allow your imagination

Hyouka | Classics Club-centric | Harry Potter AU | 7/7 chapters | 30k

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4. lovers will have suns in their hearts

Frozen | HansElsa | modern farm AU | 4/4 chapters | 24.5k

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5. it became a nemesis

Frozen | HansElsa | Snow Queen & Evil mirror AU | 5/6 chapters | 17.7k

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6. oh, you’re a sentimental trickster

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1. more satisfying than bubble wrap

original work | crime | One-shot | 2.2k

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The Eternal Shift - A FNaF / DSaF Fanstory | Chapter 1 : Welcome To The Show

This is a story I've been knocking around my cranium since 2020 and I've finally decided to write it down. It started off as a silly ripoff DSaF roleplay, people have come and gone from it, but I still really enjoy it. So here it is!

Tw: violence

A strangled choke escaped the slouched body before Christopher, axe clutched tightly between his bony hands. His large accomplice snatched the body up under the arms and held it up. Christopher spoke.

"Do you regret it?" He asked softly. "9 families destroyed."

"All for your sick wants." He added with a sneer of disgust.

The thing before him laughed cruelly, "You can't kill me." It rasped, "Memories are immortal. I have buried myself within that child's mind, a seed of misery. You can't kill me in a way that counts."

Christopher tilted his head upwards to gaze down at it. "Perhaps," he said, placing the mask down upon its head, fingers upon the springlock release.

"But I can stop you from continuing your sick legacy."

The springlocks released, leaving deep gashes in its flesh, the components unfolding into its body. But it did not scream. It's eyes, bloodshot and empty, lacking soul, focused into Christopher's, establishing firm contact.

"Forevermore, I will live on."

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The stamp came down, registering the request sheet. Christopher snapped out of his trance and looked up.

"Sign here." The phone headed man spoke, pointing at the dotted line at the bottom of the page. Christopher glanced up at him, making "eye" contact with the rotary dial of his pale yellow phone head, before looking down and signing the paper.

"Welcome to the team! I'm Oliver, I'll be your boss." Oliver spoke, holding his hand out for Christopher to shake. Christopher stared at his hand, laced with stitches along the wrist, before taking it with his own thin, bony, blue hued hand and shaking it. "Happy to be here." He said flatly.

"You can find your uniform in the saferoom. Your nametag will be supplied shortly." Oliver released Christopher's hand.

Christopher gave a curt nod.

"You don't talk much, do you?" Oliver joked. Christopher gave him a cold stare, his pale eyes lacking empathy. "No. No, I don't." He stood up. "Regardless, were happy to have you. We really... really needed mechanics. Heh-- this place has been falling apart since day one! 'Specially since the original owners left." Oliver nervously wrung his hands out.

Christopher did not respond, and exited the office. "... Good talk." Oliver said awkwardly.

Christopher sauntered off and went down to the saferoom, a room, as described on the map as "a room not present on cameras or known to customers" to retrieve his uniform.

The pizzeria was eerily quiet, besides the eerie children's music that had begun playing throughout the empty rooms. The pizzeria opened in 18 minutes, and Christopher had no time to waste.

He pushed the heavy saferoom door open with a grunt, thin arms lacking the strength needed to open it effortlessly. Harvey was usually there to rush ahead of him to open the door for him, but Harvey's resume was still under consideration. Likely because he wasn't exactly the most normal looking guy, but "Frederick Fatbear's" pizza couldn't be picky.

Their competitors, Freddy Fazbear's, were significantly more popular, and after the dissappearance of both owners, and an incident with missing children at Frederick's, business was lower than ever. But so long as there's cheap, negligent parents in Hurricane Utah, Frederick's will have business.

Christopher slipped his uniform on and looked in the mirror. His body was slim and bony, like a corpse, a gaping, upside-down heart shaped hole where his nose used to be sat in the center of his face, his cheeks were sunken in, and his eyes were cloudy and blank, the left partially closed and looking off in a different direction. His skin was a pale blue hue, and his his dark hair was graying and thinning.

He licked his thumb and wiped a smudge off his cheek. Good enough. Time to start the day.

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[evilhorse]

Resurgence of the Valiant Universe #1

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To A Now Recognizable Latina Actress Rising In The Acting Industry.

Born In Mexico 🇲🇽 City, Mexico On January 30th, 1990

She is a Mexican actress and singer. She gained popularity for her debut role as Lola Valente in the Mexican musical telenovela Lola, érase una vez (2007–2008) and later starred in the lead role of Clara Molina on the Nickelodeon teen drama Sueña conmigo (2010–2011).

She is also known for her roles as Santanico Pandemonium in the American horror series From Dusk till Dawn: The Series (2014–2016), as Monica "Darling" Castello in the action crime film Baby Driver (2017), as Nyssiana in the cyberpunk action film Alita: Battle Angel (2019), as KT in Bloodshot (2020), and as paramedic Cam Thompson in Ambulance.

She is Rising Up In The Ranks In Entertainment

Please Wish This Amazing Latina Actress A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

Ms. Eiza González 🇲🇽 

#EizaGonzález

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: September 18, 2020

Lyrics:

Yeah, yeah

I don't remember much about last night

Woke up on a couch sunrise

Saw the living room

Through these bloodshot eyes of mine

Cold sober

You didn't like that I come home late

4 a.m. but it's a Friday, babe

And I've been working hard

Can't you give me some space

'Stead of shouting out, "Oh my God"

Whoa, oh yeah

Whoa, oh yeah

I go out with some new friends

But it just makes me miss you more

More

I spend all my money drinking on my own, yeah

In this bar, just sat here staring at my phone

And I keep second-guessing where did I go wrong?

I know I'm proud

But I've had one too many

Come take me home

So now I'm the one that's crying

I didn't wanna call 'cause I didn't wanna fight

I swear that I was trying, yeah

But everybody falls when their head's a little high

And I've never meant to get so out my mind

With you playing cool, just pretending it's fine

Oh, we've been 'round, 'round, 'round this

Too many times before

Whoa, oh yeah

Whoa, oh yeah

I go out with some new friends

But it just makes me miss you more

More

I spend all my money drinking on my own, yeah

In this bar, just sat here staring at my phone

And I keep second-guessing where did I go wrong?

I know I'm proud

But I've had one too many

Come take me home

I don't know how lucky

How lucky I am, I am, I am, no

I guess sometimes I should give more of a damn

A damn, a damn about you

I don't know how lucky

How lucky I am, I am, I am, no

I know we're both stubborn

Push each other's buttons

I'd rather do it with you, but

I spend all my money drinking on my own, yeah

In this bar, just sat here staring at my phone

I spend all my money drinking on my own, yeah

In this bar, just sat here staring at my phone, yeah

And I keep second-guessing where did I go wrong?

I know I'm proud

But I've had one too many

Come take me home

Songwriter:

Come take me home

Yeah, I've had one too many

Mich Hansen / Daniel Davidsen / Peter Wallevik / Cleo Tighe / Boy Matthews

SongFacts:

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[songsofprotestpeacerevolution]

Pinegrove - "Orange"

Orange, a waltz about the climate crisis, was written on the day in 2020 that the photos of oregon's eery, bloodshot sky circulated the internet. the song tries to balance outrage at those preventing progress—politicians elected in good faith to protect us who instead believe themselves celebrities—with the etherial, almost dissociative feeling of being alive at the end of history. the mirage on offer by today's political theater does nothing to assuage our concerns as we watch where the money actually goes: the american military, one of the single greatest global sources of fossil fuel emissions. so for all who have on one hand heard the desperate scientific prognosis, & on the other seen the already-weak promises on the campaign trail traded in for endless wars—it's tough not to lose heart. this isn't a song trying to convince anyone that climate change is real. it's for people horrified at the government's inaction to what we can all see with our own eyes. as this summer progresses, breaking all sorts of records across the northern hemisphere, & the conclusion sinks further into our collective gut, it's essential for people with a microphone to start shouting, & in whatever way we can to affirm community, to step in & help one another cope in the absence of our government, & take seriously the need to organize for a better world.