#dimi & jack

[blackcatxmagic]

It had been awhile since Dimi had had a night like this, the casual flirtation with a handsome man, the free feeling of being able to do whatever he wanted. He loved Ozma more than anything, but the fact of the matter was that being a single parent meant you didn't always have a lot of time to yourself. With no idea when the next time would be, Dimi decided to just enjoy the night, however it turned out.

Smirking, Dimi replied, "I think I'm good with the handsome man I'm talking to right now." The longer this banter went on, the more Dimi was saying, the looser he felt with his words. Maybe nothing would come of it, but it was fun at least. He noticed the way Jack's face changed at the mention of the chaps, and Dimi grinned wide; it was the reaction he had been hoping for. "Maybe the next time we come here, I'll surprise you," Dimi replied suggestively. "But tell me, what happens if I wear them too tight?" Of course he had an idea, but Dimi wanted to see how Jack would reply.

They were dancing close now, slower than the people around them, but Dimi didn't much care. His body warmed to the way Jack touched his waist, his own hand on the small of the other's back, pulling him just a little bit closer. Smiling, Dimi replied, "I would if you wanted me to. I think you'd make a very good subject. And I never said it had to be professionally. These could just be for...fun." Dimi didn't want to be too forward because he didn't want to cross the line into creepy territory, so Dimi just let the comment hang there, eyes on Jack's, waiting for his reaction. "I think you'd be very pleased with the end result," he added, his smile growing. "Tell me your ideas."

A few minutes later when they were at the bar, Dimi got the same thing Jack was having, though he made sure his was a little heavier on the rum. "Are you staying at the Inn?" Dimi asked the man. "I'll make sure you get somewhere safe tonight," he promised, and that wasn't even meant to be suggestive, though there were connotations there because of the way this conversation had gone thus far. But really Dimi would make sure Jack got somewhere safe and warm before the night was over. "New in town," Dimi said, taking a swig of his drink. "I've barely moved in actually and haven't even gotten the studio back up and running yet. I bought it from the previous owners less than a month ago." There were of course a lot of things Dimi didn't want to say about why he'd come here, so instead he turned the conversation back on Jack, asking, "And what about you? What brings you to town?"

Jack chuckled at Dimi’s comment, his grin wide and his eyes sparkling. "Yeah, he really did say that," he replied, his tone light and teasing. "As sure as my name’s Jack." He was completely at ease, this was his element - it was what he was good at and good for -- finding people and focusing all of his attention on them, so he could learn about them.

When Dimi teased him about finding a handsome man to hang his hat on, Jack raised an eyebrow, enjoying the flirtation. "Well, if you think I’m cute, I’m sure there’s someone else around here who’s even more so," he said. "But no promises." Jack laughed when Dimi mentioned compliments going to his head. "I’ve got more where that came from," he said. "But if just the couple I've given you have you like this -- maybe I should save some compliments for next time."

Of course then, Dimi was talking about going the cowboy route, and when Dimi brought up wearing chaps, Jack’s grin widened. "Oh, you’d rock 'em," he said, his voice full of honest glee. "Chaps could definitely be your thing." He let his eyes roam over Dimi briefly before adding, "Just... don’t wear 'em too tight, alright?" The flirtation was light but genuine, and Jack was enjoying every second of it.

Jack pulled Dimi a little closer, his hand resting comfortably at his waist as they continued to move together. "You’re not half bad for someone who was stiff at first," Jack teased, leaning in closer to whisper in Dimi’s ear, his breath warm against his skin. "Next time, grab any old stranger and dance with them, I think you'd have fun." It was when Dimi mentioned photographing him, that Jack’s eyebrow quirked, clearly intrigued. "You want to take pictures of me?" he asked, his voice full of playful curiosity. "Little Ole' Me? Just a drifter fresh off the train? Hell's bells ... that sounds like a good time... but not sure what you'd get out of professionally. Personally though - I have ideas."

But Dimi was right; they needed to sit and drink, so they made their way to the bar, the atmosphere between them light and full of energy. Jack sat down next to Dimi, glancing at him with a teasing grin. "Rum and Coke - heavy on the coke, light on the rum," he said. "I still need to figure out how to get to the Inn after this. I have a bed there, but - I found the bar first. So, here I've been. All the regulars here have been so chatty and welcoming... so, what about you Dimi -- new in town or full of stories from growing up in this little, strange town?"

[chillingmalevolence-3316]

Omg Matteo won. Congratulations

Literally talked to my dad like an hour ago and he was convinced he's gonna loose.

I'm gonna see Matteo Berrettini play live on Friday. Jack, Dimi, Flavio it's your time now to get into quarterfinals

[dimigex]

Collateral Damage - Overwatch

I fully blame @cinlat for this disaster. Based on this post by @real-overwatch-facts

Ana paused outside of Jack’s office and tugged her uniform straight across her stomach. She had been off of the base for most of the morning, so she’d been looking forward to a late lunch when she got back. As soon as she got back in range, however, a secure communication had come across her datapad. Apparently Jack needed to meet with Ana at her ‘earliest possible convenience’. Only one thing made the man bring out those famous midwestern manners of his: trouble. 

“Come in.” A gruff voice answered Ana’s knock. When she swept into the office, the man behind the desk clicked off whatever he’d been working on then turned his attention to the door. As the blue glow faded from his face, Ana noted the weariness in his eyes. 

“Have a seat,” Jack indicated the chair across his desk and Ana felt her eyebrow arching at the distance he put between them. Jack rarely treated her as a subordinate, but she could feel the mantle of responsibility that he’d wrapped around himself. She wracked her mind to come up with a reason, but found nothing that would have produced this effect.  

Ana sank into the chair, crossed her legs at the knee, and tapped the air rhythmically with one foot. Jack watched her without speaking for a moment. Then, he sighed. “Ana, we need to talk. We’ve had some,” Jack paused, struggling for the right word. “Well, there have been some complaints.” 

Narrowing her eyes, Ana stared at the man across from her and tried to read between the lines. “Is this about that job in Rio? Cortez stepped into my line of fire, what was I supposed to do? The bullet only grazed him.” 

Jack’s lips compressed into a thin line of annoyance or amusement. Ana wasn’t sure which. “And Rodriguez?” 

“Nobody likes him,” Ana countered without missing a beat. The man was insufferable and overbearing, everything she hated. “He’s a know-it-all who refused to back down. I gave him multiple warnings, then when he refused to move, I took the shot anyway.” 

Chuckling under his breath, Jack lifted a report from his desk. His eyes scanned down the document. Ana assumed it was a list of names, and while she couldn’t read them, she saw the damning black ink through the pale paper. “What about Smith?”

Frowning, Ana tried to conjure an image to match the name. When she offered a blank look, Jack sighed and shook his head. “The new agent in Cairo? It was his second mission.”

“It was through and through,” Ana interrupted, fighting to suppress a smile at the memory. The boy had been so young and eager, dangerously so. He needed to learn to listen to his superiors. “He bled a little, and we bagged the Talon operative. That was a victory, and you know it.” 

The smile that Jack had been fighting against finally tugged at the corners of his lips. Then, he raised a hand to brush fingers over his left shoulder. His eyes took on a far away look, undoubtedly recalling some memory. “What about Paris?” 

Ana flashed her most ingratiating smile, remembering Jack’s grunt of pain in her ear. “Honestly, I thought you’d move. Besides, with all those chemicals they pumped into your bloodstream, you and Gabriel hardly count. If I recall correctly, you were completely healed before we got to evac.”

Jack nodded and laid the report back on his desk. Ana wondered why it had been printed instead of sent digitally, then decided that it didn’t matter. Obviously she’d had enough friendly fire incidents that someone higher up than Jack had finally noticed. Either that, or Angela had complained about having to patch up Overwatch soldiers after missions with their sniper. Either way, Ana’s record spoke for itself: the ends justified the means. She was hardly careless with people’s lives and had saved far more than she ended. . 

Jack steepled his fingers together, looking far more serious than Ana had seen in a long time. “We brought your rifle in for some modifications--”.

“You did what?” Ana thundered, momentarily forgetting to keep her voice to a respectful level. Nobody touched her gun without her permission. Jack knew that; they’d had plenty of conversations on that subject over the years. 

Jack held up a hand to settle the angry words and the building fury before they could explode. Ana bit her tongue as the explanation stumbled out. “What I meant to say is there’s been an adjustment to your ammunition. Someone with a much higher IQ than mine created rounds that recognize the difference between friendly and hostile targets.”

“I--wait, how is that even possible?” Science had expanded significantly over the past ten years, but Ana couldn’t imagine that level of intelligence being imprinted into a bullet. It seemed like a terrible idea to make weapons even more powerful than they already were. 

“No idea,” Jack admitted with a self-deprecating laugh. “It has something to do with biotic markers injected into Overwatch agents before missions? The explanation was far above my pay grade.” 

Ana hummed, wondering if anything was really that far above Jack’s position. Of course, he didn’t have to understand the details of something to approve of the concept. He offered a printout that detailed the new weaponry. Ana skimmed over the explanation, then grinned. “So basically, you’re encouraging me to shoot everyone without prejudice?” 

“I--no, that’s not what we’re saying at all.” Jack frowned, clearly trying to determine if the words were a joke. Deciding to err on the side of caution, he continued. “We are minimizing our damages in the field by introducing a healing mechanic to your rifle.” 

“Angela explained it to you, didn’t she?” Ana guessed, hearing the medic’s words clearly coming from Jack’s mouth. She waved him off before he could answer. “It's fine, I don’t care who came up with it. What really matters is have they made similar ammo for my handgun yet?” 

Jack started to speak, then stopped as he considered the question. The frown lines around his  mouth deepened as he tried to figure out the angle. “Why would you need something like that for close range combat?” 

Already picturing the expression on Gabriel’s face when she shot him for insubordination, Ana grinned. “Oh, I’m just curious.” 

[blackcatxmagic]

It seemed like every time he had a night to himself and decided to go to a bar, Dimi met a handsome man. Ozma was with her friend again - the girls had been spending so much time together, which made Dimi happy - so he decided to check out Breaking Glass finally. It was definitely a different vibe than the bar where he'd met Jack, but Dimi found that he liked both of them. And he wasn't exactly looking to meet someone tonight either, just wanting to do something that wasn't at either Sebastian's house or the photo lab. So Dimi sat at the bar drinking his beer, just people-watching and enjoying the ambiance.

And then the handsome man entered. Dimi noticed him almost immediately, smiling at the sight of him; maybe he wasn't looking for anything in particular, but he could enjoy the view. And he did want to meet more people in Cardinal Hill, even if that hadn't been his aim tonight. The man moved to sit in the stool next to him, and Dimi smiled at this; it was a bit of an ego boost that this handsome guy had chosen to sit next to him, even if it had purely just been the first barstool he'd seen. Turning to the man, Dimi kept smiling as he spoke. "Exactly what I was thinking," he replied, raising his glass in return. "I like being somewhere so lively. It's kind of invigorating, you know?" Dimi kept smiling at the man, taking the chance to discreetly look him up and down as the other took a drink; yeah, he was definitely handsome. "My name is Dimi," he introduced himself. "I haven't been in Cardinal Hill long at all, so I'm trying to get to know the town - and the people - a bit better."

status: open (cap of 3) @cardinalstart location: breaking glass bar notes: maybe they know each other, maybe they don't up to you and it also depends on if we have a plot or not!

         Sitting back in his chair, Emilio sighed. He'd had a long day, making sure everything was set up for the next exhibition the art gallery would be viewing. Knowing him, he'd left the most annoying task for last; paperwork. Paperwork definitely wasn't his friend, especially with how cosy he knew Breaking Glass would be around this time of the evening and he longed for social contact at this point.

Would it be that bad if he just took a short break? Just one hour of going to the bar to hang out with people? He knew he shouldn't, and he also knew it definitely wouldn't just be one hour, but he couldn't help himself. Grabbing his coat from the coat hanger in the corner of his small, yet nicely decorated office, the man made his way outside.

Once inside the bar, the man looked around with a smile. The place was warm and filled with people, laughter and good conversations waiting to happen. Shrugging off his coat, he made his way to the bar. "One Irish Affogato, please." He asked, giving the bartender a smile as he took a spot at the bar, looking around if he could see anyone familiar.

Getting his drink, the man handed over some bills to the bartender, a 'thank you' accompanying it. "Busy night, isn't it?" He said to no one in particular, eyes roaming over the bar again. He hummed in thought, taking a sip of his drink. Out of experience he knew the bar would bring him the most conversation and thus he decided to stay there. Lifting his drink to the person next to him he smiled. "Let's enjoy it."

[rookierpd]

THINGS I’VE SAID AS A STREAMER PLAYING RESIDENT EVIL GAMES:

"  Sir, please! I'm just a himbo! “

“  Is that bug humping the steering wheel?? “

“ We’re going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship, we’re gonna get our ass...beat by a thing. ”

" I'm gunna touch this zombies ass for funnn! "

“ Me selling it to the merchant after I get it so no head....  “

“ On a scale of 1-alive, how alive are you? .... He was not alive. ”

“ Don’t hurt me ! ”

" Do I know how to use doors? Hello? I've never seen a door in my life! "

" _____’s a two timing slut. "

“ He almost had two arms at once. ”

" Come here little slut! "

" I'm gunna get splooged on! "

" Are you into Kabuki theater, Gran-gran? "

“ You’ve heard of e-boy and e-girl, well get ready for e-drug. ”

“ Y’all should I show a little leggie? ”

“ Listen...I’m not smart. ”

" I love when it gets rid of their clothes. "

“ I’m gonna opt to not die actually, thank you. ”

" Are you kidding me? I have to put my fucking chicken nugget down?? "

“ The merchant moaning in my ear...not a vibe. ”

“ This is thinking and it’s hard. Thinking? Not my specialty. ”

" I don't know how to pull out.. "

“ Dimis...dimetrs....I don’t remember how to say it. ”

" I can't kill a chicken? Fuck this game. "

" It’s gonna make out with me! Its actually going to put my head in a meat grinder. "

" Stay down slut! stay down slut! "

" Use the power of your dick, ____! You have that big dick energy! "

" We are gunna have the strongest fucking jacking off hand! "

[redoqs]

how would the dimi girls react to their s/o working out naked in their room?

They all would drool. That’s it. That’s the post

Alright now Bela wants you to think she’s calm and collected, because she is. Nothing can phase her, she’s ready for anything and everything that comes her way because there’s nothing in the world that could-

“Oh, hey Bela!”

Bela just walked into the room and paused. You’re on the floor doing…sit ups? You get up and you’ve been at your work out for a while, all sweaty and wet and soaked and Bela’s just staring, also getting wet and soaked. You don’t have any clothes on…why?

“Youre, uh…naked.”

“Mhm, I’m proud of you and your eyesight.”

Now…Bela has self control, she DOES but cmon…her s/o is right there…naked. What else is she supposed to do other than walk over and kiss you and take you in the middle of the floor? Nope, doesn’t matter if the bed is two feet away it’s two feet too far.

Cassandra just had a long, hard day of cleaning the dungeon. Dani was supposed to help her but APPARENTLY she’s sick (which is bullshit because she gets sick right when it’s time to clean? Oh okay) and she’s tired and just ready to find you so y’all can sleep. She’s going into her room and…you’re naked. Your naked and doing push up. In the middle of her bedroom floor.

“Hey Cass!”

“Why are you naked?”

She’s asking that like she doesn’t enjoy it🙄she does tho. She’s enjoying it a hell of a lot actually. She’s jealous tho because why are you sweaty and out of breath when Cassandra is supposed to be the cause of that? Actually, yeah, Cass has to fix that. She’s pushing you to the bed and Lemme stop before I start describing this

Dani was just reading in the library and actually got bored of what she was reading, right? But now she’s thinking “why am I reading when I could be bothering you?” So she swarms off to find you, the first place she thinks of looking is her room. She goes in and immediately sees you doing…tf is that? Jumping jacks? And you’re naked? Well now Dani is gonna be surprised but pleasantly so. Matter fact, this is how she’s gonna be

She’s already taking her clothes off while she’s talking to you.

“Wait for me, baby, I wanna get sweaty too😏😏😏”

[diminuel]

Hippo birdie, Dimi!

May bby Jacks and happy boys dance through your head in much celebration!

Awww! Thanks~ ♥

[sweetsallydoll]

Com alívio, viu aos poucos a tensão sumir dos ombros do jovem com a mudança de assunto. Sally gostava muito do sinistro, mas sabia que a moderação com seu lado oculto era necessária, principalmente com humanos. Um sorriso se modelou em seus lábios, compartilhando um pouco de sua calma com ele. "Vou ter que puxar sua orelha mais uma vez por pular suas refeições? Quando fica absorto em trabalho acaba esquecendo de se cuidar, igual Jack..." Ao citar o nome do "crush", se cala e permanece por alguns segundos, a saudade em seu peito. "Bem, não me obrigue a bater na porta do castelo com um café da manhã reforçado. Eu o encheria de flores e pães, Dimi." Olhou ao redor, acompanhado com o olhar os pôsteres amarelados. Alguns até mesmo conseguia reconhecer. Não tinha medo deles, mas tinha receio que o Flautista pudesse ser atingido por um deles. "Bem, eu... Sabe que não tenho medo dessas coisas, principalmente dos monstros. Fui criada numa sociedade cheia deles e sou um deles, não há o que temer." Completou, olhar se perdendo a distância. O conceito de "monstro" de Tão Tão Distante era muito diferente do de Halloween Town, confundindo os sentimentos da boneca a cada vez que o mencionava.

Encarando Dimitri em silêncio, Sally procurou no tom incomum e nos músculos faciais do humano pelas palavras não ditas. Olhando mais uma vez para o lugar onde o tal espelho estaria, saiu da fila e entrelaçou seu braço ao do loiro, mão sobre a dele, num gesto de conforto enquanto os guiava pelos cidadãos de Tão Distante, para a saída do parque. "Estive pensando em dar uma visita ao Granny's Red, o restaurante da avó da xerife. Podemos ter a sorte de conseguir comer alguma coisa, a essa hora." Riu, passos calmos pelas ruas agitadas, observando um grupo de crianças passar rindo por eles. "O rei o dispensou para vir aqui, ou está em busca de alguém?"

[violetvettel]

DIMI YOU LIKE JACK EDWARDS?!?!?! omg more reasons for dimi supremacy <3

he's so adorable and amazing and a proper shade king and I LOVE HIM SM!!!! okie sorry for screaming now, have a good day and week!

HE'S SO SMART AND SUPER CUTE AND SO FUNNY AHDJSJSIDGKS and i love his reviews!!! And this particular video, he's just being the shadiest bish I LOVED IT

HEHE no supremacy please 😂😂😂

Wishing you the same Alaya 💞💘

[anisemenfam]

Bilinçaltım berbat. Bir rüya içerisinde birbirinden alakasız onlarca insanı bir arada görüyorum. (Edebiyat öabt) Kadir Gümüş’ten kaçabilmek için üniversiteden arş. gör. Elif hocamdan yardım istiyorum, şimdilik bir şey sormayın sadece beni kurtarın beni buradan alın yalvarırım, diye. onunla buluşmak için gece evden kaçarken kadir gümüş’ün bana doğru salladığı sarı renkli döner bıçağını da çantama atıp çoraplarımı giyip kaçtığımda sokakta bir masa etrafında oturan insanları görüyorum onlardan biri Adile Naşit. Papaz kaçtı falan oynuyorlar. Elif hoca attığım konuma gelene kadar burada durayım bunlar beni korur diye düşünürken Elif hocadan mesaj geliyor seni bulamıyorum neredesin, tarif ettiğim yere gel... diye. tarif ettiği sokağı bulmaya çalışırken sağda ufak bir kalabalık görüyorum, bir bakıyorum Najwa Nimri... yanında korumaları var, kamera ışıkları yanıp sönüyor falan... kalabalığı yarıp najwa’ya ulaşıyorum. Ona sarılıp fotoğraf çekinmek için izin istiyorum, olmaz yorgunum covid var falan diyor. Ona, bir zamanlar attığı twiti hatırlatarak diyorum ki as a result you said “t’amo İtaly” !! Bu yüzden sen zaten italyan fanlarına sarılırsın dimi! Ardından mahcup bir tavırla bana kollarını açtı ve kocaman sarıldım selfie yapmak için ekranı açtım ve ekranda arkamda birden en yakın iki arkadaşım şerife ve Haticeyi ve birden abimi de poz verirken gördüm. Onlar yüzünden kadınla başbaşa bi fotoğrafım olmadı diye sinirleniyorum. Koca rüyada takıldığım noktanın saçmalığına da ayrıca hayret ediyorum o an. Bunca şey yaşamışım, kadir gümüş tarafından günlerce işkenceye uğramışım, tehdit edilmişim (sebebini bilmiyorum) kendi evimde, onun ailesinin gözü önünde bir odada hapsedilmişim, pencereden kaçma planları kurmuşum, geceyi beklemişim falan........ geldiğim noktaya, takıldığım detaya bak. gördüğüm ilginç rüyalardan biriydi. Ama kadir gümüş’ün tipi çokk korkunçtu. The Shining’teki jack gibiydi jsjsjsajoa

[totaltrashtunes]

TT ON TOUR @ GOCA 5/1/2020

hey losers, hope you all were able to catch my special guest setlist at GOCA’s virtual lunch beat today. in case you weren’t and are feeling funky, here’s the grooves:

All About That Bass (2015 European Cast) - Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox

Everybody Wants to Be a Cat - Dimie Cat

Lost in the Rhythm - Jamie Berry, Octavia Rose

Crazy in Love - Swing Republic

Shake Down - Jules Gaia

Badaboum - Bart & Barker, Lamuzgueule

Follow Me - Swingrowers

Cantaloop (Flip Fantasia) - US3

Sunroof Cadillac - The Floozies

A Cool Cat in Town - Tape Five, Brenda Boykin

Booty Swing - Parov Stelar

Puttin on the Ritz (Radio Edit) - Wolfgang Lohr, Louie Prima

Hands Up (Raise Your Fist) - The Funk Hunters, Leo Napier

Kobe Steak - Lucas Pittman, MC Meyer

Hit the Road Jack - Wolfgang Lohr, Maskarade

Save My Soul - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

[spy-in-the-house]

SpyInTheHouse 674.fm Podcast 020 28012019

Another regular SpyInTheHouse all-vinyl ride by Psycho Thrill Cologne’s own Claus Bachor through all different Electronica genres like HiTech-Jazz, House, Techno, Industrial, Breaks, Electro/HiTech Funk, Detroit, Chicago and Acid. Live recorded and streamed on Januar 28th, 2019 via 674.fm broadcast in Cologne/GER from 19-22:00 cet. FULL TRACK LISTING 01 DUDLEY STRANGEWAYS [MARK PEARSON]: Intro [ A-side from “Everlasting Treasuries 7” Vekton Black VBLK-007 GER 12" | 2016 ] 02 LAUREL HALO & HODGE: [JAKE MARTIN]: TRU [ A-side from “Tru/ Opal/ The Light Within You” Livity Sound LIVITY-034 UK 12" | 2018 ] 03 MR.FINGERS [LARRY HEARD]: Outer Acid _ Upsammy Hearing Voices Remix [ B2-track from “Cerebral Hemispheres Remixes” Alleviated Records ML-2237-2 US 12" | 2018 ] 04 GONNO [SUNAO GONNO]: Es [ A1-track from “Es / Los Ojos En El Sol” MERKUR Schallplatten MER-001 GER 12" | 2008 ]   05 GONNO: Short Days With The Orchid [ A1-track from “Merkur 3 EP” MERKUR Schallplatten MER-003 GER 12" | 2010 ] 06 STEFFI DOMS & MARTYN DEYKERS: Feet Of Clay [ E-side from “Evidence From A Good Source” 3024-028 NL 3x12" | 2016 ] 07 THATMANMONKZ [SCOTT MONCRIEFF] feat. NIKKI-O [NICOLE COVINGTON]: Ooh Wee _ Norm Talley Remix [ B-side from “Ooh Wee” Classic CMC-279RMX UK 12" | 2018 ] 08 JEROEN SEARCH [JEROEN SCHRIJVERSHOF]: Theory Of Absolute Identity [ A2-track from “Monism” Figure FIGURELP-003 GER 3x12" | 2018 ] 09 PLUTO [RICHARD IAN 'ROLO' McGINTY]: Plutobeat [ A-side from “Plutobeat” Plink Plonk Plk-004 UK Promo-12" | 1993 ] 10 DIVETRAIN [DERRICK THOMPSON]: Inside You [ A1-track from “Honey” Soiree Records Int. SRT-171 US Test/Promo-12" | 2019 ] 12 OMAR S [ALEX O' SMITH] feat. SIMON BLACK: Freaky Type [ B-side from “I'll Do It Again” FXHE Records FXHE-S&O US 12" | 2018 ] 13 GABRIELE MANCINO: Hologram  [ A1-track from “Hologram EP” Future Plans FTPL-001 GER 12" | 2018 ] 14 AUTO SOUND CITY: Modality _ Posthuman Remix [ A2-track from “WOD002 Auto Sound City” Weapons Of Desire WOD-002 UK WL-12" | 2018 ] 15 GABRIELE MANCINO: Moonrider  [ B2-track from “Hologram EP” Future Plans FTPL-001 GER 12" | 2018 ] 16 CLUB M.C.M. [K-ALEXI SHELBY]: It's Me _ Rocman Mixx [ A1-track from “It's Me / Club M.C.M.” Rhythm Beat RB-203/ D.J. International Records US 12" | 1991 ] 17 ADONIS [A.SMITH] pres. HIEROGLYPHIC BEING [JAMAL MOSS]: Isosceles [ A1-track from “If” Mathematics Recordings 003 US 12" | 2002 ] 18 STEFAN REIN: Scan  [ B1-track from “#002” BLAST 002 GER Promo-12" | 2019 ] 19 TREVINO [MARCUS 'INTALEX' KAYE] & ROBERTO [ROB KIRKALDY]: Restoration [ A2-track from “Formacus” Fossil Archive FAUK-008 UK 12" | 2018 ] 20 STEFAN REIN: Mad Energy  [ A1-track from “#002” BLAST 002 GER Promo-12" | 2019 ] 20 DIMI ANGELIS: Crossfire  [ A1-track from “Act IV” Propaganda Moscow PROPAGANDAM-008 RUS 12" | 2018 ] 21 STEFAN REIN: Dark Tunnel  [ A2-track from “#002” BLAST 002 GER Promo-12" | 2019 ] 22 KIRK DEGIORGIO: The Convergence  [ A2-track from “Act IV” Propaganda Moscow PROPAGANDAM-008 RUS 12" | 2018 ] 23 THIRD SON [JOSEPH THOMAS PRICE]: Bach 1750 [ B-side from “Syncope” Sodai SODAI-007 UK 12" | 2018 ] 24 UNBALANCE: Blood Lust  [ B2-track from “Act IV” Propaganda Moscow PROPAGANDAM-008 RUS 12" | 2018 ] 25 ANNIE HALL: Lavandule _ Mattheis Remix  [ A2-track from “Statics” Musar Recordings MUSAR-004 ISR 12" | 2018 ] 26 FOREST DRIVE WEST [JOE BAKER]: Escape [ B-side from “Static / Escape” Livity Sound LIVITY-028 UK 12" | 2017 ] 27 DOPPLEREFFEKT [GERALD DONALD, MICHAELA TO-NHAN BERTEL]: Telomere [ B1-track from “Athanatos” Leisure System ?LSR-022 UK 12" | 2018 ] 28 SURMANN: Untitled B1 [ B1-track from “1” Surmann SURM-001 BRA/US Promo-12" | 2018 ] 29 DOPPLEREFFEKT: Mitosis [ B2-track from “Athanatos” Leisure System LSR-022 UK 12" | 2018 ] 30 ESCAPE EARTH: Bleep Inside _ Jensen Interceptor Remix [ B1-track from “Bleep Inside” Batrachian BTR-001UK Promo-12" | 2018 ] 31 YAK [JON RANDALL]: Lucid Nightmare [ A1-track from “3024 FYE1” 3024-FYE1 NL 12" | 2018 ] 32 SDX [BENJAMIN STRECKER]: MS 04  _ 138 Remix [ B1-track from “Nocturnal” Dusk & HazeD&H-002 US 12" | 2018 ] 33 STRATEGY [PAUL DICKOW]: Forgotten Encounter [ B2-track from “Future Shock” The Nite Owl Diner DINER-011 US 12" | 2018 ] 34 DJ SAM C:  [TOMMY THE CAT]: Alien Agent [ B1-track from “Untitled” Dosis Decibel Records DDB-004 NL Promo-12" | 2008 ] 35 THIRD SON: Bloodsport [ A2-track from “Machine Love EP” 17 Steps 17STEPS-023 UK 12" | 2018 ] 36 TIM XAVIER: UFO Kommt  [ B1-track from “Dust To Dust” BPitch Control BPC-340 GER 12" | 2018 ] 37 HOSHINA ANNIVERSARY: A Cid [ A1-track from “A Cid EP” Jack Dept. DEPT-011 US WL-12" | 2018 ] 38 TIM XAVIER: Dust To Dust [ B2-track from “Dust To Dust” BPitch Control BPC-340 GER 12" | 2018 ] 39 HOSHINA ANNIVERSARY: DZYYY [ A2-track from “A Cid EP” Jack Dept. DEPT-011 US WL-12" | 2018 ] 40 BAM BAM [CHRIS WESTBROOK]: Where's Your Child _ DJ Rush Remix [ A-side from “Where Is Your Child (Archiv #02)” Tresor 165 GER Promo-12" | 2001 ] 41 DJ SKULL [RON MANEY]: Met"L"Gear [ A2-track from “Met'L'Gear” Djax-Up-Beats DJAX-UP-201 NL Promo-12" | 1994 ] 42 JEROEN SEARCH: The One [ C2-track from “Monism” Figure FIGURELP-003 GER 3x12" | 2018 ] 43 LENSON [DJ LENSON]: Nice Town I'll Take It [ A2-track from “REVENGE3” Revenge Techniques REVENGE-003 NL 12" | 2018 ] 44 SYBERIAN [SAIBIRIAN ™]: Lamp Black [ A2-track from “Tales From Outskirts” SYBERIAN SYB-005 RUS/NL 12" | 2018 ] 45 DESERT SOUND COLONY [DSC]: Grabbing The Golden Goose [ B2-track from “Tickle Me Pink EP” Holding Hands HHANDS-006 UK 12" | 2018 ] 46 JEFF MILLS: Abali [ A1-track from “Str Mrkd” Str Mrkd/ AXIS AX-077 US 12" | 2019 ]   47 MONIKER [JOE BAKER & TIM GILGALLON]: Groove Only _ Peverelist Remix [ B1-track from “High Rise EP” Dawn State DS-001 UK 12" | 2018 ] 48 JEFF MILLS: Helix Nebula [ B1-track from “Str Mrkd” Str Mrkd/ AXIS AX-077 US 12" | 2019 ] 49 MONIKER: Morning At Night [ B2-track from “High Rise EP” Dawn State DS-001 UK 12" | 2018 ] 50 PIERRES'S PFANTASY CLUB feat. J.R.JORDAN: Fantasy Girl _ Pierre's Acid Mix [ A2-track from “Fantasy Girl” SRO-750487 US 12" | 1987 ] 51 OMAR S: One Of A Kind  [ B-side from “O.O.A.K” FXHE Records ?AOS-7418/ Detroit Threads US 12" | 2018 ] 52 WAAJEED [ROBERT O'BRYANT]: Strength _ Jon Dixon Remix [ B2-track from “Strength EP” Dirt Tech Reck DTR-014/ Submerge US 12" | 2018 ] 53 RENNIE FOSTER: Detroit City [ A2-track from “Honey” Soiree Records Int. SRT-171 US Test/Promo-12" | 2019 ] //

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Resident Evil (for the fandom ask thing)

blorbo: lady dimi

scrunkly: angie from the re8 puppet show spinoff

scrimblo bimblo: jack baker

glup shitto: the disgusting food in the fridge in re7

poor little meow meow: heisenberg

horse plinko: mr. x

eeby deeby: lickers

[dimigex]

Aftermath - R76

This is a snippet that came from a prompt that @cinlat sent me. This image from @robotsinlace inspired the look as well. 

AO3 / Fanfiction

Acrid smoke filled the sky, making it difficult to breathe. Coughing, Jack fought to pull air into his lungs. When he couldn't, panic suffocated him further. Training ticked away the back of his mind, trying to calm the fear so that he could assess the situation. Each inhale stabbed through his chest like a knife. When he gasped in a shallow, insufficient amount of air, some part of him recognized that he could, in fact, breathe. It was too little, not enough to expand his chest fully. Collapsed lung, his mind suggested distantly.

Jack couldn't focus on the soft voice through the coughing fit that gripped him. Head lolling to one side, he spit blood and grit from his lips. When it passed, the man struggled toward a sitting position and ignored the waves of nausea that rolled through his stomach. Frothy bile gagged him, and something warm glued his shirt to his side. Jack reached toward the heat, and his fingers came away stained crimson. If he'd had enough breath to spare, he would have cursed.

Blue sky peeked through the columns of black and grey smoke overhead. Jack couldn't make sense of his surroundings no matter how much he tried. Alarms blared nearby. He should probably do something about that. Reaching for his hip, Jack's fingers brushing an empty holster. He frowned, wondering where his sidearm had gone. A vague memory of drawing the weapon pressed to the forefront of his mind.

Jack had been standing in his office, reaching for the gun when-when what? How had he gotten outside? Pain lanced through Jack's temple when he tried to force images to surface. His blurred vision focused on the rubble beside him, recognizing the frame of his information wall, glass shattered and broken scenes flickering fitfully in the gloom. Dizzying recollection flooded through him; he was lying in the remains of his office. Jack peered through the rapidly darkening smoke and realized that it wasn't just his office. It looked like the wreckage of the entire Swiss headquarters.

Smoke swirled to Jack's left, coalescing into deeper shadow. A ghost stepped through the broken bits of building, gliding closer. Only the crunch of glass beneath boots warned Jack that it wasn't some apparition coming to punish him for his sins. The figure paused, and a pale mask swiveled toward Jack's prone form. Flames danced across the ivory surface, before disappearing in soulless black eyes. As the form took on the shape of familiarity, fear and fury soured in the pit of Jack's stomach. The emotion escaped his lips in a low growl.

"There you are," a disembodied voice taunted, arrogance dripping from every word. The man leaped over a fragment of the command table. "I didn't think you'd die that easily."

"Sorry to disappoint," Jack answered. He poured every ounce of sarcasm and anger into the words, but they rasped out barely above a whisper.

Though Jack didn't know what the man looked like behind the mask, he was certain that he smirked at the comment. The shadow towered over Jack without fear or remorse. A boot came to rest on the center of Jack's chest. His pain doubled, tripled, until blackness ate the edges of his vision. Even the shallow breaths that he'd managed earlier seemed beyond his body's power now.

Jack sagged against the masonry where he'd been thrown during the explosion. Explosion? A fragmented memory of searing heat and weightlessness threatened to swallow him, but he pushed it away. Jack ran his tongue over his lips, hoping to impart enough moisture to curse the man who had taunted him for years. "Reaper," he spat the name like venom. The terrorist had dogged Jack's every movement, striking when least expected. He'd nearly dragged the organization to its knees, nearly. "You can kill me, but it won't kill Overwatch. They will find you-"

"Care to wager on that?" Reaper raised one gun to rest on his shoulder. Jack stared at the inky coating, wondering why it looked so familiar, but he couldn't place it. The second nestled against Jack's chest, muzzle over his heart. "Not that it matters, you won't be around to see it either way."

"Overwatch is bigger than me," Jack wheezed, ignoring the dizziness that triplicated Reaper above him. The man's images swayed, meshed together, then broke apart again. Even if Jack had access to a weapon, he wouldn't know which to shoot.

Reaper laughed, a sound that set chills racing down Jack's spine, and holstered one of his weapons. The other remained steadfast on Jack's chest. There was no getting out of this one; it was really over. Reaper scoffed under his breath. "You still don't understand do you? Overwatch will burn. Too bad you won't be around to see it, Boyscout."

Reality cracked, splintering down the center. The breath in Jack's lungs froze as pieces fell into place with deafening clarity. Suddenly, he understood why Reaper's stance looked so familiar, why the way he walked recalled a tingle on the tip of Jack's tongue. He saw it in the spread of the man's shoulders, the arrogant saunter, and the way he handled the weapon. How had he not noticed until now?

Nausea squeezed Jack's stomach until he wanted to bring up every meal that he'd ever eaten. He wrapped a hand around the leg that pressed him to the ground and levered himself closer to the man he'd once trusted. Blood coated his tongue, making it difficult to speak, but he had to know. "Why, Gabe?"

The weapon nearly crushed Jack's chest when Gabe leaned into it, using his free hand to remove the bloodless mask that covered his once familiar face. The man tossed it aside like an afterthought and leaned closer. "It was you or me." Reaper's jaw clenched, then his finger moved to the trigger. "It has to end this way; choose your last words carefully, Strike Commander."

Jack swallowed around the betrayal that threatened to choke him. Without the mask, he couldn't reconcile his one time lover with the notorious Reaper. He'd known Gabe for the better part of thirty years, allowing him closer than anyone else. Jack had been a miserable, homesick farm boy until Gabe took him under his wing. They'd lived through the hell of SEP together, surviving inexplicable odds a dozen times over. Then, Overwatch. And, Jack didn't need to close his eyes to remember the sweaty nights spent wrapped around each other. He saw it all in Gabe's face.

Maybe this fight was as inevitable as Gabe thought. Every decision that Jack had made over the years pushed them toward this point. He'd distanced himself from Gabe after Blackwatch fell from grace. Would it have made a difference if Jack opened up more? Could he have changed the outcome?

Swallowing blood with his regrets, Jack lifted his head. He searched the wild brown eyes above for a sliver of the man that he knew. There was nothing left. I did that, he realized. Now that it had slipped through his fingers, Jack ached for the time he'd wasted. He could curse Gabe for everything that happened, or focus on the parts he wanted to remember.

Hope swelled in Jack's chest, the warmth temporarily smothering his pain. Maybe it wasn't too late to change things; he knew what he needed to say. Jack forced himself to smile despite the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "I love yo-"

Pain obliterated Jack's world and darkness swallowed him.

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My muse’s opinion of your muse:      “Probably one of the most beautiful    women I’ve seen, but also one of the     saddest. Always seen with a frown. 

      Though I have to say it is increasingly    amusing as well as challenging to get     her to smile because when she does,     it’s the brightest I’ve ever seen. I love     her.”My opinion of your muse:  Megera is one of my favorite Disney female leads because of her snark, independent and stubborn attitude. I mean she is constantly sassing the lord of the underworld, that takes balls and she does it without flinching. Even ending their contract to fight and be with the one she loves. Willing to die for Hercules after falling in love with him, even willing to walk away when he got accepted back to being a god. She is a strong character and I always adore you, you play her so very well and adore all the interactions we have. My favorite part about our muse’s interactions:  They are increasingly sweet as well as amusing, Dimitry constantly being the amusing sarcastic jokester with her (to get her to smile) Her dead pan snark always having him on his toes to keep up with her. They always end up with fluff and laughs and that is what makes me so happy. A wish/plot I want to write for our muses:  More of the Titanic AU really, I love that and Dimi being akin to Jack Dawson makes me so giddy because he is so similar to him! A way your muse has made mine better:  As of yet, it’s hard to tell, Dimitry really hasn’t changed much since meeting her, save for possibly being a bit more open to her. 

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16th September 2017

We had an alarm set for 0830. Mitchel and Cait had flights booked to leave for Sydney. Their coach from here to Cairns left at 0900. Everyone had their plans set out except us. Should we be leaving straight away too? I don't know what to do and my head is just empty but not. I can't explain it. It's weird knowing that you have every option in the world but none at all. I just don't understand. We got up, got dressed as quickly as possible and grabbed the van keys. We got into the van with Rory, Mitch and Cait. We parked at Seaview which is where the bus always picks them up from. Seaview is the cafe I applied to work in the day that we got made redundant. Everyone grabbed a bacon and egg breakfast muffin and an iced coffee for $8.50. I decided against it and waited to have my muesli back home. We sat there chatting away. Cait and I said that it was such a weird situation to be in. It was one of those "How the hell am I here ?" moments. We live in the middle of nowhere in Australia, working on a banana farm and got made redundant... How weird is that? When you actually think about the situation, it's really strange. Who'd have thought that would be our life.. They got on their bus and we hugged goodbye. We drove Rory back to the hostel. Rory works at the Seafarm and will be returning when it reopens. He has a group of friends that went on holiday to Bali whilst it shuts. He couldn't afford to go which is sad. Their group is called 'The Brighton Boys' for obvious reasons. They're all from Brighton. Rory said he'd put a good word in for us some I'm hoping he actually does. I had my cereal outside and decided that on my first unemployed day, I was going to lay by the pool. I looked at the weather app and it was meant to be sunny today and for the next 4 days, it was going to be raining. Great. Sunbathe today, worry about life tomorrow. Kind of. I got my swimsuit on and packed my bag to walk down by the pool. Steve got ready too as he decided he was going to chill with me too. We got there and nobody was there which was great because we got the first 2 sunloungers. We laid our towels out, put suncream on and chilled. I started to flick through my phone. Mel rang and I spoke to her for a bit. She was arriving in Brisbane tomorrow to find a job as she's ran out of money along the East Coast. Maybe Steve and I could go to Brisbane to work. Mel and Jack were staying in a 4 bed dorm for $175 so we could technically share a room with them again. Options, options! I checked the prices of us getting to Brisbane and it was looking ridiculously expensive. The bus from here to Cairns is $35 each. Then a flight was looking to be $150 plus baggage each. A bus would $200 each. It's just too much money. We could get the bus straight from Cardwell but that would take 15 hours of non-stop driving. It's an option, but, an expensive one. The other option we have is to go to Sydney. We know that we both would get work there fairly quickly (hopefully). The pay is higher in Sydney but it's more expensive to live. The only downside is that we would be at the bottom of the East Coast. We wanted to end in Sydney for Christmas and New Years so we would have to go up to come down again which would cost too much money, again.   I wanted to try and stay here and make it work although nobody was going to be here. The rest of the group are leaving tomorrow to try and get on the banana farm at Innisvale. It will literally be about 5 of us left, including Steve and I by Sunday night/Monday morning. There will be no fun and games anymore. No day trips, nothing. We're here to save money now though so there's nothing we can really do about it. Dad said he was doing the lottery all the time so here's hoping that'll come through so we could do the East Coast with no worries! Steve and I were in and out of the pool. Fraser came down and he was chatting away with us. I carried on reading my book when he left after an hour or so. I eventually fell asleep, which is a school boy error. Falling asleep in the sun only means on thing. BURN BABY BURN. I woke up and was starving. My belly felt empty and that's probably because it was. I've had cereal for breakfast and dinner for the last few days. We left the pool to make lunch and Steve disappeared somewhere, obviously, there was something to do! I heated up our pasta from yesterday and magically, when I put the bowls on the table, Steve reappeared. He's so good at that! Must be a man thing. We had lunch and then I went back to the pool for another hour or so. I was enjoying my book, The Alchemist. It's meant to be one of the most life changing books. I'll let you know when I finish it. Once you get past the actual story of it, there's a lot of lessons learned. I got to the pool and Danny was laying on the grass reading his book. Sarah and Danny (2) came down too. They were leaving tomorrow but hadn't actually figured out a plan yet. They were looking at getting to Cairns and then doing a car relocation. Steve and I looked at doing a car relocation which is actually brilliant. You get to hire a car for $1 a day with fuel money given to get the car back to a different state/city for the company. The only problem is that you have a certain amount of days to do so IE 5, and you have to give a $1,000 bond. It's an option though.  Steve came down and started looking at relocation campers. It would be perfect but the limited days is what an issue is. You can't do anything apart from drive in 3-4 days. Driving from Cairns to Sydney is further than driving through Europe. We left the pool when the sun went in and got back to the room. I realised I was slightly pink (slightly in italics please). I got into the shower and borrowed some of Louisa's aftersun. I looked at my phone and I saw that I had a text. The text said that I started work at Seaview tomorrow at 0600! YES! Work! FINALLY. Well, not finally as it's only been a day of unemployment but this is good, right? Maybe we could stay here and work it out. Anyway, whatever it is that we decide, I'm back to earning money as of tomorrow. I got into my pyjamas and sat outside with the rest of the gang. Steve, Lexi, Danny and Louisa that is. The only people left as of tomorrow. We started to play a game of cards - shithead. It's quite good to be fair, I enjoyed it. We then played cheat which is one of my favourite card games. Steve isn't very good at lying because he starts to laugh, by the way. Everyone started to drink but I wasn't feeling drink. I was feeling early night before 0600 start... I'm such an old lady stuck in a 22 year olds body! We went up to the entertainment room and started playing drinking games as it was pretty much everyone's last night. I didn't drink but I still participated. Steve was drinking though. It started getting loud and funny as time went on. That was the alcohol sinking in. We managed a good 5 drinking games. Leonie came in once asking if we could keep the noise down. Around 2300, I retired. I went to bed because I don't function on no sleep, let alone day 1 at a new job. I said my goodbyes to everyone that were leaving tomorrow - Donald, Hugo, Catrin, Dimi, Nick, Danny and Sarah. I got into bed and it was absolutely freezing. I couldn't sleep. Everyone was being so noisy and I heard everything. Usually, I don't here anything as the entertainment room is quite far away from us. It's Northside next to the kitchen. Nick, our next door neighbour kept slamming his door so hard every time he got a new beer. This literally shook our room and woke me every single time. By 0200, Steve came in and I was still awake. Very stressed by this point. Restless. Tired. Steve absolutely stank of alcohol, he was definitely steaming. He passed out within seconds and I managed to fall asleep straight away too. Everyone was retiring.

Oh, and Lexi’s second year visa was approved. What a lucky girl...