#channel 5 milkshake

[bcgandsmurfsfan2010]

Joseon! Mr. Happy and Little Miss Sunshine

Here, Mr. Happy and Little Miss Sunshine reside in a village outside of the palace.

[dailynicknews]

In this super sneak peek, join Tim Rex in this out-of-this-world musical adventure as the dinosaur family catches a shooting star!

[milkthecouch]

Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood 🤝 Peppa Pig

Kids' shows that are popular in their home countries that had a new episode pre-empted by news coverage of the death of a ruling leader of their respective countries

[helmstone]

Channel 5 and My5 to rebrand as 5 in 2025

Channel 5 and My5 to rebrand as 5 in 2025

Regulars will know how much I enjoy a strategic rebrand, and now it’s the turn of Channel 5 and My5. We learn (from the press release) — Channel 5 and My5 to relaunch as 5 in Q1 2025 – across linear and streaming. And no, that’s a random logo, not the 2025 version. We also learn 5 will include new and improved free streaming product with FAST channels (unsurprisingly) and additional content…

[faeriemarie]

(a very late) shiftmas catch-up 🎅🏾🎄

1. christmas caroling

your love’s like by sabrina carpenter - because it reminds me of my bf; von dutch by charli xcx - i’m shifting back to summer 2024; anything ha vay has ever released - her music videos are exactly my aesthetic and what i strive to look like

2. gingerbread houses

my house is a very boring suburban row house. but i still like it. i live with my mom and my sister, but i’ll soon move into my dorm at uni and live with my cr roommate. fav part of my house is my bedroom (obvi) and fav aspect of my dorm are my posters — i have george harrison and romeo & juliet (1968)

3. eggnog

drama going on in my dr? literally me and that i get crushes on too many people. i break up with my gf, have two crushes, and start dating my bf all in the span of a few months 😔

4. sledding

my friend group is my cr friend group. our favorite thing to do is go to local theatre shows and spend nights at karaoke. we go to a local diner after to eat sides and drink milkshakes that are way too big.

5. snowman

my fit inspo pinterest boards

6. stockings

my family is lowk the worst but i wanna keep in the trauma that makes me me. my favorite family member is my cousin jessica who’s one year older than me and my closest friend since birth. we spend christmas with my mom’s immediate family

7. candy canes

this is so toxic and shallow but literally looking at myself in the mirror and finally being beautiful and skinny. i need it like i need air to breathe

8. mistletoe

ahhh my s/o is named petro and i love love love him (scripted him myself too). he’s weird like me and likes old things so we go antiquing and visit museums. where i am a more 1960s filmmaker poet girl, he’s a total renaissance man who plays cello and oil-paints and is basically a chess grandmaster. we bask in our similar loserdom and it’s great

9. snowflakes

headcanons in my dr: my mom was the beauty when she was younger and everyone wanted her, my younger sister actually likes and admires me though she’d never admit it, my super religious best friend is a lesbian, i am my history professor’s favorite student 🤭, my boyfriend’s parents believe we’ll get married

10. icicles

my occupation is an amateur multi hyphenate: writer-director-actor-animator among other things because i can’t pick a hobby to save my life. primary job is being a uni student though. favorite aspect is having freedom to study what i want while pursue a career in entertainment. least favorite aspect is having to rely on my mother

11. tree skirt

found out about shifting from a random intriguing subliminal when i was in the sub community. first dr was an improved cr and current dr is a different improved cr. some things never change, even after 5 years

12. ornaments

objects in my dr but not my cr? my whole ass stop-motion set that’s beautiful and professional even though i made it alone in my childhood bedroom

13. sleigh bells

greatest privilege of all is my lifa app. the universe bends to my will with the click of a button and i can control anything i want :))

14. cookie cutters

i haven’t thought about this much honestly because i’m not big on scents

15. elf on the shelf

main wingman is always my cousin. she loves trying to set me up because she generalizes my type too much (thinks any random white boy will work for me 🙄). but she’s cool and somehow always has a new bitch which makes my job really easy. when we hang out we either go to the movies (my choice) or to a party (her choice)

16. wrapping paper

i like scripting in bullet points in either my notes app or a google doc. i’m very concerned with dates so a lot of my script is taken over by timelines

17. gift tags

my camera roll in my dr

18. snowballs

i want to make short films with my friends and get absolutely nothing done because we’re too busy cracking jokes and having dance parties

19. mittens

i make short films on my youtube channel and post short stories on my substack. i also watch a lot of movies (like 600 a year) and love to read classic literature.

20. ice skates

art museum dates with my boyfriend!! we could spend 5+ hours in MoMA and 8+ hours at the Met and it would be perfect to me

[raisoramizu]

New Order - Chapter 5: Who's in control?

Hazbin Hotel Fanfic (Radioapple/Radiostatic/Radiostaticapple) - Previous Chapter: Intro - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 Follow me on Bluesky or X - Raisoramizu

https://x.com/Raima_chan https://bsky.app/profile/raisoramizu.bsky.social

The images for this fanfiction are for illustrative purposes only, and all credits go to their respective artists.

...

"Alright, I'm heading out, Dad... I left your milkshake on the coffee table in the living room. At least try to watch it on TV," Charlie said with a sigh as she closed Lucifer's door. Waiting for her in the hallway was Vaggie, standing with her arms crossed sternly across her chest.

"Well...?" Vaggie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Charlie looked at her with resignation and shook her head. "Nothing. I've never seen him like this before... at least he used to pretend everything was okay."

Vaggie squeezed Charlie's arm, trying to encourage her. "Now's not the time for you to get down, too. Your dad will bounce back. We need to focus on the interview."

"OH! Right!" Charlie exclaimed, her eyes widening as she straightened her posture. She clapped her hands together loudly and began walking down the hallway with her companion. "Energy, joy, hope—we've got to talk about redemption to all of Hell!"

"AAAH!" She let out an excited squeal, grabbing Vaggie's shoulders and shaking her enthusiastically. "Can you believe redemption actually works? We're going to be swamped with guests! Oh, come on, onward!" She called out theatrically, leading the way towards the stairs in a marching rhythm, humming a little tune as she went.

The interview had received heavy promotion, so the TV in Adam and Lute's apartment was tuned to the right channel. While waiting for the show to start, a shopping segment was playing.

The First Man was sprawled out on a black couch in the living room of their small tenth-floor apartment, one of many in the chaotic residential towers of Pentagram City. The city noise was so loud that it drowned out the sound of the TV.

"Lute! Shut that damn window; I can't hear a damn thing!" Adam barked, craning his neck over the back of the couch. Wearing a sleeveless dark tank top that exposed his black arms up to the elbows, he was slouched with his hips almost entirely exposed, showing off his ever-present belly. Both legs were propped up on the low table in front of him, one arm wrapped around the back of the couch, the other holding a beer with a stylized devil logo.

Lute quickly closed the window with a snap and then moved towards him, a bag of chips under her arm. Adam didn't look at her as she approached; he was too focused on the commercial advertising a sex toy. It looked like a thin bracelet with tiny metal beads. His lips curled downwards as he raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell is that thing?" He pointed at the screen with his beer.

"It's a urethral plug. Wanna try it?" Lute replied, stopping beside him.

Adam's eyes bulged. "A urethral plug? You mean it goes in your dick? Not even if it was someone else's! Eehk... maybe Lucifer's, he's into that kind of freaky shit!" He snarled in disgust, pausing as a realization hit him. "Hey, how do you even know abou—" He started to ask, turning sharply towards her, but when he saw her, he froze, his face flushing with embarrassment.

His former second-in-command was looking down at him, wearing only one of his oversized sweaters, similar to the battle uniform she wore as an angel. It had a wide stiff collar, studs, and an "A" stamped on the chest. On her, it was so large that it reached mid-thigh, making it look like a dress, and the sleeves completely covered her hands—well, at least one hand. The other was missing, and the fabric drooped against her side.

"..."

Lute raised an intrigued eyebrow, shaking the bag of chips in the air. "What's with that look?"

"What the hell are you wearing?"

"Your shirt."

"Yeah, no shit, Lute!" Adam exploded, gesturing at her with both hands. "I can see that! I meant, why?"

"Because I don't have anything clean. I'm working, and you spend all day eating and playing video games... you've put on more weight." She gestured towards his hairy belly, which, given his position, peeked slightly out from under the black tank top. He glanced down at it, perplexed. Did she just call him fat? How dare she? But... crap, what if she was right? Soon, he'd be at risk of not being able to see his dick anymore... and for a moment, the nightmare he had in the hotel room came back to him—when... Lilith... that bitch was always around.

"Move over and let me sit down." Lute's request burst his thoughts like a soap bubble, causing him to turn her way just as she kneeled onto the couch next to him. His gaze dropped to her bare thighs: in that position, the lower hem of the sweater had ridden up.

"..." His face flushed again... damn, she looked sexy dressed like that.

Maybe, from the outside, he looked sweet... cute? His mouth turned downwards, eyes glazed, embarrassed gaze, and flushed cheeks, but really, it was the impulse to grab her and start pounding her right there on the coffee table without even undressing her. That was sweet too, at least for him. The purest form of affection. He felt his cock pulse against the tight fabric of his jeans and pulled his legs back, planting his bare feet on the ground to shift into a more composed position so she could sit down.

Instead, Lute remained kneeling on the couch, leaning against his side, already munching on a chip from the bag resting on her bare thighs. He glanced at her profile: she was focused on the screen, but in an instant, her golden eyes shifted, meeting his—curious.

Adam's fresh wave of heat was matched by the swelling erection between his legs, the fabric of his jeans visibly bulging. He tensed up, clenching his sharp teeth, reaching a hand to grip the back of the couch behind the fallen angel.

"Aaah," he groaned in frustration. "This crap is taking forever to start; I'm getting bored! While we wait, how about you suck me off?" He groped at the bulge in his pants.

"..." In response, he only heard the annoying crunch of a chip being chewed.

"..." "...Come on, Lute, it's not like it's the first time you've had my dick in your mouth!" He snapped, frustrated and turned on, making a sharp, empty gesture with his hands.

"Mmh, too bad," she purred, settling comfortably onto the couch.

Adam got even more agitated. "I liked it better when you called me 'Master' and obeyed my orders!"

"Really? And here I thought you wanted to see what I was wearing under... your shirt."

He froze. What? He found himself looking at the toned, bare legs of the angel stretching over his, brushing against his round belly and pressing the soles of her feet against the opposite armrest where she lay back. What the hell could she be wearing underneath that would be so important?

"..." Nothing. She wasn't wearing anything.

Adam realized it when Lute parted her thighs slightly. And she was wet. Shit. That was the signal—or, if it wasn't, he took it as one—and lunged; grabbing her under one knee, he yanked her leg up so roughly she yelped, then spread her leg aside to make room as he hunkered down on the couch, making it creak dangerously. From wanting to fuck her on the table or just get a blowjob while watching that boring show, he now found his head between her thighs, exhaling hot breaths against her equally warm and wet core.

As soon as he pressed his tongue to clean up all the desire she so clearly had as well, she shuddered with a laugh, but before he could raise his head in annoyance, she had already clamped her hand onto his hair, pulling his face against her pelvis.

"Are you fucking with me—hmmff!" At that exact moment, Lute arched, jamming her pelvis bone straight between his jaws and then closed her thighs around his neck, crossing her ankles at shoulder height.

"Hurry up, it's about to start," she teased sarcastically.

Sarcastic... she'd become sarcastic too. This fall had really done a number on her; how dare she be sarcastic with him, how dare she provoke him?

"Fuck it, I'll show you..." He grunted, already sweaty and with his face smeared in saliva and fluids, clicking his tongue against his palate and starting to lick hungrily. Holding her still with his claws digging into one of her hips, he pushed his middle and ring fingers inside her.

With that intrusion, Lute arched again, starting to moan; she gripped his brown hair tighter, trembling at the oral service she found herself receiving, in that passion that had always been a power struggle between them—to see who would dominate the other. Or how fun it was to let herself be dominated. Somehow, she always won.

Adam's tongue was as impatient as the cock that continued to throb painfully against his pants, thick with all the frustration that had turned his face as red as a pepper. He was breathing hard because it was hot down there, because Lute's thighs were convulsing in spasms of pleasure, squeezing his head, and the sounds of his thrusting fingers were getting wetter, bubbling with the juices that splashed as the news jingle played in the background.

Amidst the frantic hand movements, Adam tried to be careful with those damn claws that could hurt her; even he didn't know where he got the sense not to—let's call it love, at this point—but he still managed to scrape them against her most sensitive spot inside.

Lute let out a garbled cry, arching so much she slammed the back of her head against the couch's armrest, reaching a climax that Adam didn't waste at all. Not a single drop.

Meanwhile, the broadcast began...

"Damn, Lute, seeing you in my shirt gets me so hard I don't have enough blood left for my brain!"

...and in that room, words of true love flew around.

It all started with the voice of the blonde and buxom newscaster, Katie. Dressed in a red suit and seated at the desk beside her trusty colleague Tom, whose face was hidden by a gas mask, she began introducing the show.

"Here we are at 666 News, like every goddamn day in Hell. I'm your beloved Katie Killjoy, and next to me is my useless colleague, Tom Trench." In a deep male voice, she added, "Say hi, Tom!"

She kicked him in the balls under the table. "Ugh!!" Tom groaned, collapsing onto the desk. "W-welcome, everyone..."

"Today, we have the Morning Star Princess back with us to talk about her stupid little Hotel!" Katie continued, picking up a paper from the table and flashing a disturbing smile with her red, pupil-less eyes. "Come on in, dear!"

Charlie's entrance into the studio, dominated by a massive green screen, was broadcasted on all the screens of Pentagram City. Even in the Hotel's Common Room, Angel Dust, Niffty, Husk, and Cherri Bomb were watching the show. Somehow, Adam and Lute were watching too, but not Lucifer, still hiding under the covers in his room.

Vaggie, however, was in the studio's backstage, surrounded by cameras, reporters, lighting technicians, and curious onlookers. There were so many people, but only Charlie's figure was being shown on the screens as she sat at the desk between Katie and Tom, holding a bunch of papers covered in brightly colored drawings and notes.

"So, Morning Star Princess, you still haven't given up on that redemption bullshit?" Katie sneered, leaning maliciously toward her.

"No!" Charlie suddenly jumped up, alarming everyone in the room except Vaggie, who smiled to encourage her. "...it's all true! Redemption is possible!"

For a moment, the room was stunned into silence before everyone burst out laughing.

"Oh, really? And what makes you so sure of that?" Katie asked, smirking nervously and resting her chin on her hand.

"The angels!" Charlie's enthusiasm plunged the room into a real silence. "That's right," she said, puffing out her chest and raising her chin proudly. "I've spoken with the High Seraph... one of our guests, Sir Pentious, who died valiantly in the last extermination, is in Heaven... he's redeemed!" Her eyes widened, turning bloodshot as her hair began to ignite with joy. "...the Hazbin Hotel is open to all of you! To anyone who wants a second chance, to all those who crave to cleanse themselves of sin!"

Meanwhile, a few rows behind Vaggie in the backstage area, the figures of Vox and Alastor emerged. A few staff members hurriedly moved aside, apologizing to the CEO, who didn't even glance at them, his large eyes fixed on Charlie's ecstatic figure as she started to sing, gesturing and presenting every activity the Hotel offered.

Vaggie hadn't noticed anything, strangely enough, and was clapping her hands and tapping her feet to the rhythm of the song, of which she knew all the words.

Just before the end of the song, Vox suddenly opened his hypnotic right eye, a sharp smile spreading across his face as he focused on the scene. He clawed at the camera in front of him and, "...and now, we go live," he discharged small bolts of lightning into it, which spread through every single electronic device in the studio, all under the smiling, detached gaze of a motionless Alastor.

As the song ended and Charlie—now standing in front of the desk—spread her arms wide, the screen behind her turned completely red, projecting the crackling, hypnotic eye of Vox.

Everyone in the studio jolted, their bodies freezing as their eyes widened and spun. All the screens across the city—even the ones that had been off—suddenly switched on, broadcasting the same image and interrupting every ongoing activity. It was as if time had stopped. Everyone in the Hotel froze, including Adam, who was lying on top of Lute, staring at the screen.

The first ones to snap out of it were the two former exorcists. Adam's former second-in-command blinked a couple of times.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you, Adam? Did you already come?"

Meanwhile, Vaggie was gripping her silver hair with both hands, shaking her head. "What... the hell is happening? Charlie?"

The Princess snapped out of it the moment Vaggie said her name, finding herself next to the glowing figure of Vox. The TV Demon wrapped an arm around her neck, gently squeezing her shoulder with his blue claws, a confident and charming smile stretching from eye to eye.

"What a splendid show! But we couldn't expect anything less from Lilith's daughter, right? She has a voice worthy of her mother! And just like our beloved Queen, her ambitions are grand and surpass the common idiocies of our little Hellish minds!"

Charlie stared up at him, frozen by her own smaller stature.

"The Morning Star Princess will be available for all your interviews!" Vox added, casting a confident glance down at Charlie.

"..."

There was a brief moment before Vaggie shouted, "Charlie!" and ran toward her. But the TV Demon had already detached himself and was heading toward the studio's side exit, walking alongside...

"ALASTOR!" It was him. The Princess called out in surprise and fear, rushing in his direction, but she only managed a few steps before being completely surrounded by a swarm of reporters with microphones and photographers flashing their cameras over and over. "Morning Star Princess, tell us more! Do you think the angels were lying? Don't you think the Hotel's activities are pointless? What kind of Heaven is it if you can't fuck? And you can't even drink alcohol!"

"Aah... yes, yes, angels don't lie, they're angels! No, it's... it's what Sir Pentious accomplished..." Charlie stammered with an uneasy smile, overwhelmed by the questions.

Fortunately, Vaggie had caught up to her. The angel raised her eye toward Alastor, who was now near the exit, with Vox's arm wrapped around him.

"...something feels off, Charlie... something's not right," Vaggie muttered, but she didn't get the chance to say more as the reporters swarmed her too. "Who is she? Is she a guest at the Hotel? Don't you think this is all a waste of time? Total bullshit!"

...

It had been an exhausting day, but also a fun one. Especially fun. Satisfying. So, what better occasion to celebrate than knowing everything had gone as planned? Better than planned, even. Vox had the entire city under control, and with Alastor fully healed and with him, they were now in the dining room—although it was more like dinner time—of his penthouse.

Underneath the loft bedroom, the Radio Demon sat at a modern round table that was clearly set after dinner: empty plates, trays, and red wine. In particular, Alastor's plate was smeared with blood, the same blood that dripped in a thin stream from his wide grin.

The demon wore only his dark pants, a red button-up shirt with a tight collar, suspenders that neatly pulled the fabric over his body, and rolled-up sleeves that exposed his dark forearms, except for his red claws. His face was also red, his expression languid, smiling, and drunk, radiating the heat of someone who had had a bit too much to drink.

"You're fully healed. Are you feeling better?" Vox asked, gathering both of their empty glasses as he stood up. He too was feeling the heat from the evening. His white shirt had its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a few buttons undone, and his bowtie hung loose around his neck.

"Mmh ~" Alastor purred, leaning tiredly against the back of his chair, dragging his claws slowly down his chest. "I'm better, yes... but these symbols won't go away. I think it's tied to my power..."

Meanwhile, Vox had reached a long table pressed against the aquarium wall. He cast a cautious glance at the other Sinner. "...because it's weakened, right? And how did that happen?" he asked, turning his back to him. He picked up a bottle of whiskey from the surface, uncorked it, and filled both glasses. Along with the bottle, his claws also picked up a small rhombus-shaped vial containing a strange pink liquid. "..." He examined it, uncertain.

"That woman is the perfect embodiment of her name... the mother of demons," Alastor continued, unaware of Vox's actions as he poured the contents of the vial into one of the glasses. "Selfish, deceitful, sadistic, unfeeling, destructive..." His smile widened as he tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling.

Vox chuckled, turning back towards him with both glasses in hand. "Are you describing yourself, my dear Alastor?" he teased, causing a soft laugh from the other demon as well. The red demon projected a flush of color across his screen, feeling a warmth in his chest: watching him laugh always melted him.

"Oh, yes, maybe I am... could be," Alastor replied playfully, waving a hand lazily in the air. Then his expression grew more serious as he raised that same hand toward the ceiling. "She doesn't care about Lucifer at all, yet she's jealous of him... of me. So much so that she'd sabotage her own plans, weaken me... and push him even further away." A faint, acidic green flame appeared in his palm, vanishing the moment he sensed Vox's presence standing beside him. Alastor quickly lifted his gaze, looking up from his seated position at the other Sinner, who was holding out one of the whiskey glasses and staring at him, his mouth hidden behind the lower edge of the screen.

"Oh, thank you, darling ~" Alastor crackled, his voice distorted by the radio effect, stretching his smile into something almost sweet—at least in his eyes—as he took the offered glass. Then he turned his attention to taking a sip.

Vox carefully observed every move of the Half-Deer: his expressions, the twitching of his animal ears, the way he sipped the spiked alcohol with a flushed, drunken face. He did this while standing still beside the armchair where the other was seated. He was flushed, too, but for entirely different reasons. Was it desire? Hell yes, he wanted to fuck him on every single piece of furniture in that room, in every possible position, make him scream, make him tremble under his touch, to see if maybe that damn smile would finally vanish from his face. He also wanted to destroy him. He tensed up, clenching his hand into a fist. Lucifer got to fuck him, but he'd never let Vox touch him. He lived at the Hotel in a room entirely separate from the angel's and had never wanted to share anything with Vox, always insulting and mocking him for using electronic devices, for following trends. Now he set the trends; they set them together. This wasn't the Pentagram City he'd left eight years ago; everything had changed. He had total control now, and the interview had confirmed it. He would see it, they would all see it.

Alastor flinched when Vox ran a hand through his red hair. He looked up curiously, finding the other Sinner's face frowning down at him.

"..?"

"You fuck Lucifer, right? What ties you to him, are you in love?"

All the tension in the TV Demon seemed to release with that simple question; release was perhaps an exaggeration, because the frustration that kept him rigid was still there, straining every muscle in his neck, visible where his shirt didn't cover. Yet the caress was gentle, his bioluminescent claws—blue and red, perfectly opposite in color to the other's—leaving light scratches on the Half-Deer's scalp.

At the question, Alastor's surprised expression melted into a broad, amused grin as he puffed out his chest. "AH! In love with Lucifer? Me? What nonsense... ~" He took another long sip of whiskey and waved his other hand in the air as if to shoo away an annoying swarm of pests.

"Don't play games with me, mutt!" Vox's gentle touch turned into an electric grip on his jaw, forcing him to twist his neck awkwardly in his direction. Alastor found himself staring at the flat screen of Vox's face, his wide, spiraling eyes so close that his own face lit up with the blue light emanating from the screen. "Heh-eh..." Vox realized he'd overstepped, he needed to stay calm and keep control. He laughed nervously, swallowing and softening his voice. "Are you in love?" he repeated.

"...how do you know if you're in love?"

"Dammit, Alastor!" Vox snapped again, his antennae crackling with sparks. "What do you feel when you're with him? Do you want him close to you?!"

"..." He pondered with a completely vacant expression, a result of the hypnosis. "...not always. Not when he turns into a demanding crybaby..." "...but I love ~ that he wants me so much he threw away his millennia-old marriage, that he lies to Charlie just to protect me, that he puts his power at my service, that I can do whatever I want with him. I enjoy watching him squirm at my provocations, it's pathetic." He started listing off under the other's stunned gaze. "...I love seeing the King of Hell writhe like a little animal, begging me to hurt him, to devour him. He tastes delicious..." He began to drool, licking his yellow teeth with a lascivious smile. "But... he's too emotional. Too fragile. Too dependent. His mask is broken, he's become a wretched mess. And I can't hold him up..."

Vox withdrew his hand. He stood there for a moment, staring at Alastor, his mouth almost dropping to the floor. Then, as Alastor took another sip, Vox downed his entire glass in one nervous, ravenous gulp. "Shit!" he exclaimed, slamming the glass onto the table and clutching his head with his claws. "...I mean, I suspected, but not to this extent. If Lucifer decided to retaliate, we'd be screwed..." But then a lightbulb went off in his head. "...but he won't have the chance. Even in Hell's chaos, there are rules that not even he can break..." Chuckling nervously, he grabbed a tablet from a nearby shelf and turned on the screen, which displayed a long contract.

He slammed it onto the table in front of Alastor. "Here, sign here. Your soul, in service of VoxTek." He gave a strained, stressed smile, but the other demon didn't move.

He remained still, smiling blissfully—drunkenly—sitting with both hands resting limply on the armrests.

"..." "...well..?"

"I can't sign, Vox." "Because I don't own my soul."

"........" "W-what... what... it's the deal you made, right? With whom?! Vox burst out in despair, bending over him and shaking him by the shoulders.

The jolt made Alastor's eyes widen, just as his shadow began stretching across the glass of the aquarium as if it were a wall, as if there were a light source that wasn't there: his shadow moved on its own, wearing his own pale expressions, and climbed up to bend onto the ceiling, drawing a shocked, worried look from Vox.

"With Lilith."

That answer struck like a dagger between the TV Demon's shoulder blades. It was what he'd thought, what he'd denied. He'd made choices, exposed himself personally, without calculating the risks... he'd gone mad. He'd gone mad just to have Alastor there with him, but now?

"With..." "...how did it happen?"

"Oh, when you nearly tore me to pieces, my dear Vox ~" "I ran, but the exorcist angels found me and were about to finish me off... I managed to get away again, I was so close to the Royal Palace and she was there..." Raising his red, smiling eyes to the terrified ones of the other Sinner still clutching his shoulders. "She saved me in exchange for my soul... I stayed with her for many years until she ordered me to take care of Charlie and protect the Hotel."

"It's just as he told you."

A seductive female voice suddenly filled the room. Vox jumped up again, looking around, but... she was behind him.

"...I often wonder why I waste so much time making you aggressive when you're perfectly capable of destroying yourselves. In a hellish cycle where you repeat, again, and again... and again, the reason you're here."

He heard her move, but he was paralyzed, heart in his throat. Lilith's footsteps calmly echoed on the floor as she circled the TV Demon to reach the Radio Demon. "...but I adore you for that, you are my people. My beautiful people." "...and I can't stand you being stuck here, especially you Sinners, human souls like me: together, we will dominate everything, wiping out Heaven." She stood behind Alastor, dressed in her long purple gown, her studded crown shining atop her long, flowing blonde hair. Stunning, captivating, just like the fingers that wrapped around the Half-Deer's chin, coaxing him to stretch his neck and rest the back of his head against her abdomen.

"...mmh, what's happening to him? Did you give him a love potion? Oh, I love those."

Vox flinched: the potion had begun to take effect... right now!

Alastor's jaw was slack, drooling a pink substance directly onto the gloved fingers with which Lilith cradled his face, the same substance swirling around his body in the form of a dense smoke.

"On someone like him, it must be really fun! You certainly know how to pass the time... you."

[audreyandfriendsfan201]

https://ukchristmastv.weebly.com/channel-5-2002.html

Audrey and Friends on the Milkshake schedule Dec. 24-Dec. 26 2002

[scavengedluxury]

Channel 5 really is just like:

05:40 Milkshake!

09:15 Jeremy Vine

11:15 Yorkshire’s Favourite Royals

11:45 Alvin & The Chipmunks

12:15 Dunelm Mill Stores:  How Do They Do It?

1:15 Yorkshire’s Got Antiques!

1:45 Home and Away

2:15 The Dam Busters

4:30 Yorkshire’s Favourite Crisps

5:15 Bargain Loving Property Speculators in the Sun

5:55 News

6:00 Eggheads

7:00 Yorkshire’s Hardest Policemen

8:00 When Antiquing Goes Horribly Wrong

9:00 Benefits Cheats Behind Bars

9:30 Hitler: What if the Mad Lad Had Actually Won

10:00 Celebrity Pimple Popping

10:45 Our Yorkshire Brothel

11:15 Queen: Hungarian Rhapsody live in Budapest

1:15 Bare-Knuckle Fighters: How Do They Do It?

2:00 Yorkshire’s Favourite Yorkshire Puddings

[buniimai]

Writers summit with Paramount! - COMEDY WRITING

Recently I had the honour of being invited to Paramount HQ in London, for a screenwriters summit, where I met with many amazing writers and distributors for networks tied to Paramount such as Comedy Central, Nickelodeon, MTV, Channel 5, Milkshake and more!

One of the speakers was a woman who worked in Distrubution for Comedy Central and MTV, and from her, I picked up a bunch of helpful information about the process of getting your work picked up, and I thought I'd share! This is particularly helpful if you're interesting in writing comedy!

★ - when you send through your scripts and pitches, it'll be in there with a lot of others. They will have a designated script reader who's job is to read everything that gets sent in, and they will select the ones that have the most likely chance to get picked up. These will get sent off to commissioners.

★ ‐ channels like CC and MTV are always looking for fresh and new voices and characters. If you think something is too different, send it anyway! You never know.

★ - there are SO many reasons why certain works get rejected. I.e. shift in budget, or similar ideas are already in the works. It's not always because the ideas aren't good.

★ - with this in mind, do not let go of rejected ideas. They will likely remain on file. So it doesn't mean no permanently. It just means not now.

TIPS FOR GETTING INTO WRITING COMEDY

★ - writing sketches is a great way to get into comedy writing! (I personally recommend brandon rogers' comedy sketches, but for something more tame, asian parent AI with Uncle Rogers is a good one!)

★ - punch up scripts are good! this just means filling it with jokes upon jokes (1 joke per page at the least)

★ - "ck" sounds are funny! (fuck, duck, shuck[s], etc etc)

★ - funny/unexpected words at the end of lines are likely to get more laughs.

HOW TO CREATE GOOD PITCHES

★ - usually a good pitch will already have talent attached to it, i.e an actor that is known, a writer (or co writer) that is known. It makes the process easier if there is a known name attached to your pitch.

★ - distinctiveness is key. Make something that stands out. Something you don't often see. Something that the scriptreaders and commissioners are likely to remember.

★ - personally connect with your characters! make them relatable to you. People love seeing relatable characters, so write them.

★ - authenticity. Write something authentic to you. Write about your ethnicity, your culture, your experiences, the people in your life. It makes it more distinctive to write comedy about something that isn't a standard white american sitcom.

★ commissioners and scriptreaders can ALWAYS tell when somebody isn't connected or authentic to the background, stories, or characters they've written.

I hope this was helpful! These were all tips given by a commissioner and writer for Comedy Central and MTV!

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

do u have any sibling headcanons for Max and Eddie?

like maybe activities they do together or shenanigans they get into?

Okay first of all I LOVE YOU for asking this, because I live and breathe the Munson-Mayfield Sibling Agenda! 😄 I have a zillion headcanons for them but here are just a few:

They made up their own secret code language and absolutely refuse to explain it to anyone else. Eddie won’t even tell Chrissy what the code words mean.

They have their own private walkie-talkie channel, which they immediately change if one of the other kids manages to find it.

They talk every single day. Even if it’s only for two minutes, a quick “Hey. You doing okay? Alright, great. Catch ya tomorrow. Love you.”

In the Lostsoul Universe, Max escaped Vecna with only one arm badly broken. While her arm was in a cast, Eddie would brush and braid her hair for her every morning before school. He was actually a little sad when she finally got the cast off and could do it herself again, so every now and then she still asks him to do it for her.

Whenever they go grocery shopping together they play a game where they try to sneak something weird into the other person’s cart without them noticing. Five points if they don’t notice until the checkout line. Ten points if they accidentally buy the thing. They’ve kept a running tally for over a year now, and Max is winning 35-5.

If Eddie loses Max in the store, he will absolutely scream “MARCO!” at the top of his lungs. And as embarrassed as she is, she never fails to holler back “POLO!”

They both love McDonald’s and they eat there, as Chrissy says, way too often. Eddie introduced Max to dipping fries into a milkshake, and Max taught Eddie to put the hash brown right into the middle of the Egg McMuffin.

They also play a game called “my sibling’s an expert”. It involves going to the flea market and waiting to be approached by a seller. Some lady will innocently say “would you like to buy a picture frame?” And Eddie will immediately respond “oh, my sister’s an expert on picture frames!” and then Max has to make up some ridiculous facts about why frames are always rectangular and never square. Or at the homemade jellies table Max will casually tell the old couple “you know, my brother’s an expert jelly checker” and Eddie has to convince them not only what a jelly checker is but that he definitely is one. 25 points to whoever makes up a plausible sounding story without laughing. 50 points if they can get the seller to believe it.

Before Mystery Science Theater 3000 was a thing, Eddie and Max had perfected the art of wisecracking and riffing on movies. They actually got banned from the local movie theater for talking too much and distracting everyone around them. Before renting a movie, sometimes Chrissy will make Eddie swear to just keep quiet and let her watch without adding his own dialogue. More than once she’s threatened to duct-tape their mouths shut.

Eddie sometimes forgets that Max isn’t actually his biological sister. Once an old lady in the grocery store asked him where his sister got that lovely red hair, and Eddie spent a few minutes trying to think if he had any ginger relatives before he remembered.

Max, on the other hand, never forgets that Eddie isn’t actually her brother, and worries a lot about him replacing her. Finally Eddie made up a set of fake adoption papers, formally adopting her as his little sister “until the end of time”. He set up a ‘courtroom’ in the Harrington’s living room and had Hopper act as the judge and made it into a whole big thing. They goofed around and acted silly the whole time until Hopper formally pronounced them siblings. Then they both started crying.

I could seriously go on and on but I’ll stop here - thank you again for the fun ask!!!

[dailynicknews]

The animated preschool show, their first global co-production, will premiere in 2025 on Nickelodeon channels in the U.S. and on Milkshake! in the U.K.

[taraishere]

Audrey and friends info

So back in the day I watched Audrey and Friends which is this goofy British show about a girl Audrey and her friends Meena and Constance. It aired on milkshake in the UK for a few years then aired for a long time on Prime which is a tv channel from New Zealand. It’s sadly lost media but I know that in one episode there was a character by the name Husnia or some shit and she befriended Audrey and friends but she was only in 5 episodes before leavin. Idk when but she wasn’t a full time character. If you’re wondering why she looks like me it’s because I inspired myself to look exactly like her. I basically was a big fucking fan. Also, the only thing that I remember that she was shy, had a quiet voice that was hard to understand at times and that’s about it.

I also posted this on deviantart so it could get more attention.

[highsummonermercar]

I still find it fascinating that a lot of people in the UK didn't grow up with 90s anime. You didn't even need Sky!! ITV's CITV and SMTV Live aired Digimon, Cardcaptor Sakura and Pokémon while Channel 5's Milkshake aired Beyblade.

And I've just done a search and Channel 4 apparently aired 3×3 Eyes, Doomed Megalopolis, The Legend of the Four Kings, Cyber City Oedo 808 and Devilman?? I'm really surprised people didn't grow up with anime as much as the cartoons they watched here but to each their own I guess.

[sriramfithandsome]

High-Quality Fruit Crush for Retailers: How to Source It

Retailers looking to expand their beverage or grocery lines are increasingly turning to fruit crush as a staple offering. These versatile, fruity concentrates are perfect for making milkshakes, mocktails, and dessert toppings. But the challenge lies in sourcing high-quality fruit crush that delivers on taste, consistency, shelf-life, and branding flexibility.

In this blog, we explore what to look for when sourcing fruit crush for your retail brand and why RFP Private Label Manufacturer, a top-tier Private Label Fruit Crush Manufacturer, Private Label Fruit Jam Manufacturer, and Private Label Mocktail Syrup Manufacturer, is the right partner for delivering high-quality, market-ready products.

What Is Fruit Crush?

Fruit crush is a semi-liquid concentrate made using real fruit pulp, sugar, and food-grade additives. It is typically used for:

Milkshakes and smoothies

Mocktails and cocktails

Dessert toppings

Fruit sodas and slushes

The appeal for retailers lies in its year-round demand, vibrant flavors, and high margin potential.

Why Retailers Need Quality Fruit Crush Suppliers

Poor-quality fruit crush can lead to:

Unpleasant taste or aftertaste

Inconsistent texture or thickness

Sedimentation or separation

Low shelf stability

Bad consumer reviews and returns

Choosing the right supplier ensures customer satisfaction, brand loyalty, and regulatory compliance.

What Makes a Fruit Crush High-Quality?

1. Real Fruit Content

Must contain real fruit pulp, not just artificial flavors.

Should taste natural and authentic.

2. Consistent Texture

Smooth and pourable

No lumps or watery separation

3. Shelf Life and Preservation

Minimum 6–12 months shelf life

Minimal preservatives with high pasteurization standards

4. Clean Label Ingredients

No harmful chemicals

FSSAI-approved ingredients

5. Packaging Quality

Leak-proof and tamper-evident

Eye-catching design suitable for retail shelves

Key Sourcing Channels for Retailers

Retailers typically have three options to source fruit crush:

1. National FMCG Brands

Pros: Established reputation, ready inventory

Cons: High cost, little customization

2. Import from Global Suppliers

Pros: Unique flavors, international branding

Cons: Import duties, long lead times

3. Partner with a Private Label Manufacturer

Pros: Full branding control, custom recipes, better margins

Cons: Requires involvement in branding and approvals

RFP Private Label Manufacturer excels in option 3—custom fruit crush for your brand with flexible MOQs and full support.

Why RFP FMCG Is the Ideal Fruit Crush Partner for Retailers

As a reliable Private Label Fruit Crush Manufacturer, RFP offers:

ISO 22000, HACCP, FSSAI certifications

Low MOQs for test markets

Premium ingredients and clean processing

In-house label design and compliance support

Export-ready logistics and documentation

Whether you're selling in supermarkets, specialty stores, or online platforms, RFP has solutions for every channel.

Flavors Offered by RFP FMCG

RFP's fruit crush range includes:

Mango Crush

Mixed Fruit Crush

Strawberry Crush

Guava Crush

Lychee Crush

Seasonal and exotic flavors

Retailers can pick standard flavors or co-develop unique variants with RFP’s R&D team.

Packaging Options for Retailers

RFP FMCG provides:

PET Bottles: 200ml, 500ml, 1L

Glass Bottles (on request)

Custom caps and closures

Shrink sleeves, printed labels, and multilingual options

Retailers can opt for bulk supply for in-house bottling or shelf-ready branded products.

Cross-Sell Opportunities with RFP FMCG

RFP isn’t just a Private Label Fruit Crush Manufacturer. They also offer:

Private Label Fruit Jam Manufacturing

Mixed Fruit, Mango, Strawberry, and more

Organic and sugar-free variants

Jars and pouches with custom branding

Private Label Mocktail Syrup Manufacturing

Mojito, Blue Curacao, Green Apple, Rose

Horeca, retail, and export packs

Custom recipes and festive editions

This enables retailers to launch fruit-themed lines and bundled gift packs.

The Sourcing Process with RFP FMCG

Consultation: Define your brand needs, flavor preferences, and packaging vision.

Sample Development: Receive and test flavor samples.

Packaging Customization: Choose label design, bottle shape, and language support.

Trial Batch Production: Conduct market testing with pilot batches.

Bulk Fulfillment: Receive retail-ready products or bulk concentrates.

Logistics and Export: RFP supports national and global shipping.

Retailer Success Stories

Case 1: Supermarket Brand Launch

A North Indian retail chain partnered with RFP to develop a private label fruit crush range. Within 3 months, they launched mango and lychee variants under their own brand—resulting in a 22% lift in beverage category sales.

Case 2: Online Gourmet Store

An e-commerce brand introduced sugar-free mixed fruit crush through RFP. The product gained rapid traction among diabetic and wellness-conscious consumers.

Case 3: Global Distributor

A Middle East-based distributor sourced RFP's mango and strawberry crushes, relabeled in Arabic, and launched across 4 countries with export support from RFP.

Conclusion

Retailers looking to grow in the beverage category need reliable, high-quality fruit crush offerings that meet consumer taste and branding expectations. Partnering with an experienced manufacturer ensures you avoid common pitfalls while maximizing market opportunity.

RFP Private Label Manufacturer is your trusted partner for sourcing premium fruit crush products. As a certified Private Label Fruit Crush Manufacturer, Private Label Fruit Jam Manufacturer, and Private Label Mocktail Syrup Manufacturer, RFP delivers innovation, flexibility, and scale—perfect for modern retail needs.

FAQs

1. What is the MOQ for RFP's fruit crush production? Typically starts from 500 to 1000 units depending on the SKU.

2. Can I customize flavors and packaging? Yes. RFP supports custom recipes, labels, and bottle formats.

3. Does RFP offer support for international orders? Absolutely. RFP provides documentation and labeling for global markets.

4. Are sugar-free or organic variants available? Yes. RFP offers sugar-free, low-sugar, and organic options.

5. Can I bundle fruit crush with jams and syrups? Yes. RFP enables bundling across all fruit-based product lines.

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[harshublogtravel]

Jaipur has some amazing rooftop cafés where you can enjoy beautiful city views, delicious food, and a relaxed vibe. Here’s a list of the best rooftop cafés in Jaipur for every kind of mood: lets discuss about best rooftop cafe in jaipur

🌇 Best Rooftop Cafés in Jaipur

☕ 1. Tapri Central

📍 C-Scheme

🫖 Famous for chai, Maggi, and desi snacks

🌆 Scenic rooftop with a view of Central Park

🎨 Quirky, cozy & popular among students

🌿 2. Peacock Rooftop Restaurant

📍 Hotel Pearl Palace, Gopalbari

🍛 Indian, Chinese, and continental dishes

🎶 Live music and romantic lighting

🕌 View of Hathroi Fort and pink city skyline

🍕 3. The Tattoo Café & Lounge

📍 Opposite Hawa Mahal

📸 Best view of Hawa Mahal right in front

🥤 Great for coffee, pasta, and milkshakes

🎨 Artsy vibes, perfect for photos

🌟 4. Wind View Café

📍 Right above a souvenir shop near Hawa Mahal

🧁 Small menu – coffee, shakes, sandwiches

🏰 Direct and close-up view of Hawa Mahal

☕ Perfect for a quick scenic break

🍹 5. Skyfall by Replay

📍 Tonk Road

🎧 DJ nights, drinks, and party atmosphere

🍝 Multi-cuisine menu with rooftop seating

🌃 Best for weekend evenings with friends

🌺 6. The Alfresco by Bene

📍 Hilton Jaipur

🍽️ Premium rooftop dining with plush seating

🕯️ Candle-lit ambiance, perfect for dates

🍸 Wine, cocktails, and international cuisine

Conclusion: From peaceful chai spots to buzzing evening hangouts, Jaipur’s rooftop cafés offer something for everyone. Whether you're in the mood for a romantic sunset, city views, or a fun night out – these cafés have got you covered!

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