#eddie fryes

[just-about-nothing]

it's implied him & eddie are watching baywatch here & connor is utterly confused. i really wish dc would show us connor coming out to eddie tbh given eddie really saw the most of connor's asexuality in his g.a run.

[inky-bean]

bunch of funky friends 🦑🐙

[art-of-dragonheadskilax]

Happy Marie (Mar13) Day. Don’t bother the boss it’s her day.

[witchwrestler]

I Eat Boys

warnings // Jason being a creep but that's literally it

summary: 10 things I hate about you inspired little blurb bc I got bored

note: reblogs are appreciated and encouraged!! if you like this i will gladly do another part, this was v fun to write !!!

part 2

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You'd always been what most in the small shoebox town of hawkins would call a "feminist bitch", and according to most of the men who ask you out as a joke in the hallways, you've been more rageful than usual. You had one boyfriend during your high-school career thus far. It was freshman year and the product of being told that if a boy was being mean to you, surely that means he likes you. It ended after four months, after his failed attempt at getting in your pants.

It took you much longer than you'd like to admit to heal from that fiasco, and when you had finally declared yourself happy again, you cut your hair short, bought a pair of doc martens you'd always wanted and decided you would swear men off for a while. Not to say they were even approaching you, it seems the moment you had grown into yourself and stopped caring, men wanted nothing to do with you.

That is, until a very cold and rainy saturday. You had gone to the record store across from family video to buy the new metallica 'master of puppets'. As per usual the music blaring from your beat up jeep was some form of loud aggressive feminist punk rock, and as you turned into the parking lot, what seemed like the entire hawkins cheer team parked next to you. Too fast you thought, their happy Duran Duran playing selves turned into four cheerleaders looking at you like you were deranged. You scowled back at them and walked into the record store.

You spotted the metallica immediately and walked over to the metal section.

Only you weren't the only one grabbing the cassette, right as you very nearly got your hands on it, a pair of silver-clad fingers snatched it. You looked up, shooting a glare at him. He had long curly brown hair, the sickest dio tour shirt on, a guitar pick hanging on a chain around his neck and chains hanging from his jeans. This is the first time you had felt almost upstaged by a man, you think to yourself before speaking. "I really thought I was the only one who liked metal in this shitty town, do I have competition now?" You say, leaning forward over the display separating you. He looked at you a moment, a smile on his face, "it would seem you do" you smile back at him, and grab another cassette from in front of you before walking to the front to pay.

As you leave you turn back around, finding him still standing at the metal section, his eyes meeting yours again. "I am jealous as hell of that dio shirt, by the way." You say, walking out to your car.

The rain had stopped but it was still chilly outside, so you pulled your brown leather jacket closer to keep warm. You hadn't noticed that someone was following behind you until they whistled at you. You turned on your heel, immediately angry. Jason carver and his raging case of dickface disease stood before you, walking towards you like he was entitled to you or something.

" Carver, if you don't walk away right now, I'll kick your sorry ass," you say, backing slowly towards your car and crossing your arms. "A girl? kick my ass? keep dreaming, hon." He says, inching towards you. "Look, I wouldn't mind a reason to hit you, but I doubt you're gonna wanna go tell your fucking goon squad that you got your ass beat by a woman, huh?" You say, nothing but a blank expression on your face. He gets too close for comfort, a hand brushing your thigh. "so you're a feisty one, hm?" he says, his hand now squeezing your thigh, your fist clenching at his touch. You let out a sarcastic laugh just to say, "Carver, I fucking eat boys like you for breakfast. You're all talk, no bite." a smirk paints his face as he pushes you onto the door of your car, "isn't that why you went to juvie, freak?" he says. Clearly, he thought that the freak bit would cut deep, but you weren't about to let someone like him get under your skin.

"Yeah." That wasn't true. You have never even been near a juvenile detention center. But your last straw had been pulled, and you would rather he be scared of you than have him actually figure you out. "And pathetic, mysoginistic, disrespectful boys like you were my favorite kind." You say, pushing him off of you. His eyes got big with fear, scrambling away as he ran to his car, eyes flicking to you nervously. You let out a sigh of relief "fucking, men." you mumbled under your breath, finishing the walk to your car.

☆

Little did you know, that head of curly hair and hands clad with silver, who grabbed the same album as you, had tried to catch up to you after you complimented his shirt. You hadn't noticed him watch your little scramble. And you hadn't noticed the smirk that grew on his face as he saw you scare carver off. And you didn't know that he had regretted not asking your name, and that now he feared he might never know it.

[primarch-victus]

ACE WEEK! 🖤🩶🤍💜

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some of this may be canon but I think most are just headcanons that I have (be NICE) 🤭

[al-xks]

"I didn't even know they had magazines like that..."

[letterboxd-loggd]

A Strange Adventure (1932) Phil Whitman and Hampton Del Ruth

October 13th 2024

[bioeiectricity]

meme i found on tiktok && editted them for my universe or smth like that idk

winter-spider belongs to @lazymonth

[starki1d]

Non idol idols au, the sillies have officially contaminated my brain.

[gogevege]

tag guide ★ pt 1

[splatoonpolls]

Spin this wheel to find out what splatoon character you have

[hotvintagepoll]

definitely in for the Scrungly Little Guys Contest so far:

Dwight Frye

Fred the Basset Hound

Peter Lorre

Jack Lemmon

Margaret Hamilton

Leonard "Chico" Marx

Jack Benny

Anthony Perkins

Raj Kapoor

Eli Wallach

Conrad Veidt

Claude Rains

Una O'Connor

Don Knotts

Harpo Marx

Snitz Edwards

Lon Chaney

Peter Cushing

Patrick Troughton

Edward Everett Horton

Harold Lloyd

Alec Guinness

Cab Calloway

Machiko Kyo

Mary Wickes

Eddie 'Rochester' Anderson

Giulietta Masina

Thelma Ritter

Sammy Davis Jr

Gwen Verdon

Margaret Rutherford

David Tomlinson

Elsa Lanchester

Joe E. Brown

Asta Nielsen

Robert Helpmann

Valeria Creti

Cantinflas

Laurel and Hardy (scrungly unit)

Many others were submitted and may still be included, I just haven't caught up and reviewed their propaganda yet. In the meantime, keep sending your weirdos to this form here!

[artiststarme]

Happy Halloween!

The first Halloween they have after the events of Spring Break is the best Eddie had ever had. He’d always loved Halloween with its mystery and secrets, the hidden horror found in the films, and the candy everyone passed out to the kids. He loved watching the kids of the trailer park dress in their second-hand costumes to pretend to be fairies, princesses, and pirates like he too had once before. But before 1986, he’d always been alone. He would smear makeup on his face and run door to door in the early evening before anyone else was out then he’d saunter home and hide from the bullies outside with a lap full of candy and the small TV screen playing a horror flick. 

Halloween of 1986 though brought a new opportunity. Eddie could put on a mask and cease to be the boy that everyone in the town despised. He would no longer be a “known” killer that mothers pulled their children away from. He wouldn’t be the idiot that flunked out of high school after three tries. He wouldn’t even be the freak that people sneered insults at. That Halloween night, Eddie was able to just be himself with his friends. 

He and Steve weren’t dating at that point, but he could feel they were close. Eddie saw the way his eyes never strayed quite too far away from him and felt how his hands reached for him whenever he turned away. It wasn’t different on Halloween. 

Eddie’s face was covered with black and white paint and his hair was let loose on his back, the curls unruly and full. He was masquerading as a member of KISS, the only metal band that Steve could stomach to listen to for any period of time. Above all though, he wasn’t Eddie Munson. 

Steve dressed as Ferris Bueller wearing a costume eerily similar to Tina’s Halloween Party several years prior and matched with Robin who went as his best friend Cameron Frye. The kids dressed in random costumes that meant little to Eddie beyond recognition that they were having fun. 

The whole Party went door to door in Loch Nora for the full size candy bars then around the Wheeler’s neighborhood for some of what Dustin called, “the cheap shit”. When the night was over and most of the houses were out of candy to pass out, everyone headed back to the Byers’ house for the sleepover of all sleepovers. They carved pumpkins and ate pie, they made pumpkin seeds and cookies, they almost gave Hopper a heart attack when they started a food fight that wrecked the entire dining room (Eddie started it but he’s taking that with him to the grave). 

When the kids were too tired and the girls had retreated to bed, Steve led Eddie out to his car where they watched the stars and smoked some cigarettes. They ate all of Dustin’s candy and traded secrets under the gaze of the brightened moon. Eddie’d long forgotten about his face paint up until the point where Steve’s lips met his in a light kiss that shot electricity through his bones. They kissed and hugged until their noses were cold from the chilly weather and they had no choice but to head back inside. 

It was the best night of Eddie’s life. 

The morning after was not. He woke up with a bruising jolt from Steve’s elbow making contact with his jaw. His stomach hurt from the excessive consumption of sweets and his lungs were tight from the chain smoking. Most of all though, his head hurt from the loud raucous of the kids finding his facepaint all over the lower half of Steve’s face. 

He dealt with the outraged confusion of the kids, the stern ‘talking-to’ (more like screaming match) from Hopper for defiling his adopted son, and even the not so subtle looks from Robin and Nancy. Everything was worth it in the end when Steve carefully wiped off the makeup on Eddie’s face with nimble fingers and gentle swipes until all that was left was some slight staining of skin and his lips meeting Steve’s. 

Halloween of 1986 was the best of many moments to come. It turns out that for Eddie, ‘86 was his year after all. 

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[pad-wubbo]

It pisses me off that they never officially told us what teams everyone was on for Grand Festival. They did for Splatocalypse (and confirmed Commander Tartar to be alive, plus foreshadowed Mr. Grizz as the next antagonist, at that).

I've rectified this, so the above tier list is what team (Past, Present or Future) I think every Splatoon character would join.

EDIT: Oh shit, I forgot ORCA, Shelly, Donny and Fred Crumbs. I think Shelly and Donny would both be on Past because (A) they're ancient organisms and (B) they like Uncle Sheldon and want to join his team. Fred Crumbs would be on Present, he's just a cool guy who stands in the here and now selling shoes. ORCA would be on Future. It's ancient, but it eagerly awaits the evolution of new life, unlike Cmdr. Tartar who got jaded with it all. Added them now.

EDIT 2: MY REASONING:

Callie, Marie, Pearl, Marina, Shiver, Frye, Big Man: Officially confirmed.

Shelly, Donny, Fred Crumbs, ORCA: Already explained.

TEAM PAST

Agent 3 (Captain): "Look how far I've come!"

Agent 3 (Neo): Exploring ancient human ruins.

Cap'n Cuttlefish: Just look at him.

Sheldon: Army buff, probably plays squid Hearts of Iron.

Commander Tartar: RETVRN to human.

Salmonids: Ancient cannibal culture.

Mr. Grizz: RETVRN to bear.

Smollusk: RETVRN to conformity.

Judd: Fought in the Great Turf War, is the last member of an ancient mammal species.

Jelfonzo: He doth talketh like the Barde of olde.

Mr. Coco: He looks pretty old and crabs are pretty old too.

TEAM PRESENT

Agent 4: Doesn't seem to have much going on beyond shooting people and hugging a stuffie. Lives in the now.

CQ Cumber: Seemingly manufactures everyone's phones. Rules the flow of information. Also will kill you RIGHT NOW if you drop an 8-ball.

Jelonzo: Hip little jelly dude.

Annie and Moe: Adapt to changing fashion trends.

Crusty Sean: Just sells shoes and food, immediate conveniences.

Spyke and Murch: They've always what's in style.

Flow: Loves drinking and casual sex, very much a here-and-now person.

Craymond: Forced to tag along with Flow.

Gnarly Eddy: Stoner, doesn't have much past or future on his mind.

Nails: Attached to Gnarly Eddy.

Marigold: Same food-related reason as Crusty Sean.

Cipher: Lives solely within an unchanging computer simulation. There is no past or future to it.

Super Sea Snail: Just a little creature.

TEAM FUTURE

Agent 8: Very optimistic for the future after escaping the Octarian army and Kamabo Co.

Little Buddy: Is the future of squid-salmon relations.

Octarians: Looking forward to a future of peace with the Inklings.

DJ Octavio: Is glad to put all that "war" stuff behind him and live a new life as a travelling DJ.

Zapfish (normal and Great): Without them, Inkopolis has no future.

Iso Padre and the denizens of the deep: They ride a subway called Desire, unsure of where it will take them.

Acht: Deliberately got themself blended into a homogenous green hivemind to enhance their musical abilities. Very transhuman-ish.

L'il Judd: The first mammal birth in 12,000 years. Is probably plotting to conquer the world for his own aspirations.

Bisk: He can move on from his girlfriend, he can move on in life.

Jel La Fleur: Hip little jelly dude, but new.

Harmony: Chiptune music and girl-who-stinks-good Invader Zim aesthetic suggest that she's all into computers and the web and that sort of future-y stuff.

[witchwrestler]

I Eat Boys #2

part 1

summary: Much to your dismay, you find yourself at a house party, encountering the curly haired boy from the record store...

a/n: thx for liking the first one, sorry it was so disorganized, this one's far better !!! reblogs r appreciated + enjoy ofc <3 !!!

🎸

You had not thought about that curly haired boy from the record store since it happened, which was only a day ago, but you hadn't thought about it nonetheless. Except when you find yourself remembering how cool his shirt was or thinking about what his hands looked like grabbing the cassette. But you didn't think about it. Just occasionally got pissed off by the fact that he had one of those faces that would just never leave your head.

Robin Buckley and you had been attached at the hip since you met in art class last year. Robin had told you at lunch about a party she was going to, asking if you wanted to go, saying "C'mon, you never go anywhere. Let go of your societal hatred for once and let loose a little!" to which you had replied, "Really? It's just a bunch of shithead jocks drinking beer to the tune of shitty music" Robin gave you a look. One that you recognized, "...You want to go so you can talk to Vickie don't you?" She shrugged at you and once again gave you a look, "Just remember that you love me" She said, grabbing your shoulders, and then rushing to the lunch line.

While Robin was off getting her daily dose of shitty cafeteria food and chocolate milk, you were reading. And peacefully so until she returned, slamming her lunch tray down on the table unnecessarily hard. "So, will you go with me?" She said, looking at you sort of eagerly. You sigh and reply reluctantly, "Ugh, ok fine. But next time you're on your own. I refuse to be a pawn in your game, Buckley" She nods happily, taking a gulp of chocolate milk.

Soon the time had come for you to entertain robins lady crush, and you still didn't want to go. However, you figured that helping robin was more important than your distaste for socialization. the metal of the dragonfly pendant you were wearing was cool against your skin as you pulled your shoes on. Soon enough, robin honked her car horn and you hopped up off the couch and walked out the door.

☆ 🎸 ☆

As you got to the house, the shitty pop music spilled out into the streets and nearly half the school grouped inside like sardines. Robin pulled you through the crowd, and into the kitchen, where Vickie was standing and talking to some band kids. She promptly bid you adieu to go talk to Vickie, leaving you to fend for yourself. You moved to the other end of the kitchen, drinking a coke and searching around for anyone you could possibly know, trying not to breathe in the cigarette smoke. Clearly someone with status had just entered, considering the entire group at the front had parted down the middle. And, oh, there's that blonde dickhead again.

You decided you would move to the backyard so as to not get into anything, no matter how appealing making him cry sounded. But before you could make it through the hallway, one of Carvers goons cornered you into a wall. You rolled your eyes as you scowled at the basketball player. You didn't know his name, and you didn't care. You just wanted him out of your face. The stench of entitlement coming off of him like cologne.

"If it isn't the notorious man-eater. You really shouldn't be here, freak, " He said, inching towards you. "Oh, trust me. There are so many places I would rather be, " you said, patting him on the shoulder and continuing on your route. He quickly stopped you, cornering you again, his arms on either side of you. You pushed him off of you quickly, his back hitting the wall as you walked off.

You pushed your way through the tightly packed room, but not before you walked into someone. Hard. You looked up at the guy you had just hit, a scowl painting your face. Not recognizing him, you say sternly, "Look, if this is another drunk idiots attempt to have me, I would sooner kill myself than ever sleep with you" The guy looked at you for a moment, a confused expression appearing. "Not very keen, are we?" he said, his hands in his pockets as he looked at you. You squeezed your temple, a headache growing from your previous collision. You felt light-headed. "Hey, are you ok?" he said, putting a hand on your arm. "Yeah-Yeah, I'm ok." You said, pulling your arm away from his. "You sure?" he said "I think you need some fresh air, you look sick or something, c'mon" He grabbed your arm again you tried to wriggle your way out of it but you were too dizzy to have any strength.

He walked you out to the front yard and up the hill to a pair of swings. "I don't need your help. I'm ok." You said, almost falling off the swing you sat on. "yeeah I- woah.." He said, catching you and sitting you back up straight. There was a beat of silence before either of you spoke.

"Why are you doing this?" You say, looking over at him, a look of annoyance on your face. "I was not about to let you fall over in a room full of assholes who don't care if you live or die. They might've stepped on you if I hadn't brought you out. " He gives you a sarcastic smile, or - at least what you thought was a sarcastic smile. All that secondhand smoke was really getting to you, you thought.

"I doubt you care if I live or die," you say, squeezing your temple from the headache again. "Sure, I do," He said, another what you think is a sarcastic smile painting his face as he holds the swing steady from behind. "I still don't want your help," you say, turning your head to look at him. He catches you from falling again before saying, "Well, you're getting it." You sigh in annoyance, looking at him again. You noticed something familiar in his face. You think for a moment. His hair. He's record store boy. "You're the guy from the record store." You say, rubbing your head thinking it may help the ache go away. "I'm still jealous of your shirt, by the way," you added, still looking at him. His eyes had kind of a sparkle to them all of a sudden, you noticed as he looked back at you. "Is that so?" he said, helping you up. You take a deep breath, silence washing over the both of you before he says, "Eddie. That-Thats my name, by the way."

You perk up a little, and give him a small smile before telling him yours. His eyes light up at hearing your name, replaying it in his head a couple of times. "I will say, i'm kind of impressed that you scared Carver away so easily," he says, holding you steady still. "Well, he's gullible. And he thinks my outright feminism means I kill people, so that helps." You reply. He laughed at your reply. Eddie looked nice, you thought. Too nice. The secondhand smoke was really getting to you, you think to yourself, again. Usually, you looked at guys like him and would rather die than kiss them. But right now, you found yourself contradicting that opinion. Your eyes flicked to his lips for a split second, and his eyes went sort of big, noticing the action.

"Hey, do you have a ride home? You should probably go get some rest, " He said, looking stressed or maybe nervous, you couldn't tell. You think for a moment, gathering your thoughts, "My friend Robin is here somewhere." You say, remembering she was here and talking Vickies ear off probably. "I can just walk home and call her later," you add, pulling yourself up, but soon the dizziness came rushing back. He looks at you, running a hand through his wild hair, and looking at you like you just said the dumbest shit ever. "What?" You say, your brows furrowing. "You are not walking home." You raise an eyebrow this time, "yes I am." The look stays on his face, "no you aren't. not at night. c'mon" he says to you, helping you up from the swing and softly taking an arm to walk you to his car, "I have free will, you know," you say as you walk with your arm in his hand, "nothings stopping me from running away right now" He raises both eyebrows, "that's true. but it doesn't really seem like you want to run, so," he says, giving you another possibly sarcastic smile. "I hate that you're right" You reply, scoffing.

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The drive was silent, with the exception of sabbath playing faintly in the background. As he was turning onto your street, you looked over at him, propping your head up with your hand, "I did not need your help, but I guess I appreciate you helping me." You say, leaning over to give him a pat on the shoulder. You go to pat his shoulder, and pause, a beat of silence washing over. Your eyes flicked back and forth from his lips, but quickly you blink and seemingly snap back into reality.

You get out of his car, and stand outside the door for a moment before leaving, "have a good night" He says, swallowing hard. You gave him an awkward smile, stupidly mad he didn't catch the hint and kiss you as you walked to your front door.

He was most definitely going to ruin your life. You had a feeling.

[freshestsploontournament]

character list so far

under the cut are all the splatoon characters ive written down so far. please tell me if theres anyone missing! id be happy to add them

also, it seems 3 members of Riot Act dont have official names yet. it may very well be that their names get revealed before i start this tournament due to my general slowness. if not then ill just add them as "unknown riot act member" or smth similar, if thats okay.

Agent 3/Captain

Agent 4

Agent 8

Neo agent 3

Callie

Marie

Pearl

Marina

Shiver

Frye

Big man

Craig Cuttlefish/Capn Cuttlefish

DJ Octavio

Little Buddy

C. Q. Cumber

Judd

Li'l Judd

Mr. Grizz

Great Zapfish

Zapfish

Mini Zapfish

Iso Padre

O. R. C. A.

Sheldon

Annie

Moe

Jelonzo

Crusty Sean

Spyke

Flow

Craymond

Jelfonzo

Bisk

Murch

Gnarly Eddy

Nails

Jel la Fleur

Mr. Coco

Harmony/Paruko

Shelly

Donny

Fred Crumbs

Telephone

Nami

Ichiya

Ikkan/Quinn

Murasaki

Clash

Orion

Sid

Taka

Kuze

Nishida

DJ Lee Fish

Bob Dub

Turquoise October (the entire band i guess)

Mizuta Ahato/Dedf1sh

Keaton

Mizo

Ryley

Neil

Candi

Bertie Feeder

Murdoch Feeder

Finn Feeder

Tangle Feeder

Jawn Feeder

Yoko

Karen

Bibi/Zuzu

Oonie

Maya

Kitamura

DJ Real Sole

The Firstborn Child of Alkyne, the Hidden Blade of Yakiharas

The Valiant Green Flame Born in Jigo

The Faithful Servant of the True Salmon Emperor Hizunamasu

Karla

Ryu Chang

Myron “Ronnie” Swamps

Paul

Mashup/Warabi

004Clam

Beika/Baker

Kikura/Kiki

Uotora/Walter

Shy-Ho-Shy (Squid Sisters’ producer)

Barry C.

Sally (graffiti artist)

Hara Wataru (graffiti artist)

NILS Statue

human scientist

Glen Fiddler

Sea angel

Ping-pong tree sponge

Deep-sea jellyfish

Predatory tunicates

Gulper eels

Flashlight fish

Birdbeak dogfish

Siphonophores

Blobfish

Garris

Vinny Mack

John Goose

Octolangelo

Octotrooper

Shielded Octotrooper

Octodiver

Blobby Octotrooper

Octohopper

Twintacle Octotrooper

Shielded Twintacle Octotrooper

Rocket Twintacle Octotrooper

Twintacle Octodiver

Octoball

Octosniper

Octocommander

Octostamp

Amped Octostamp

(enemy) Octoling

Tentakook

Octohurler

Octoballer

Octocopter

Rocket Octocopter

Octobomber

Rocket Octobomber

Octostriker

Missile Octocopter

Speedy Missile Octocopter

Octomissile

Octozeppelin

Octodisco

Squee-G

Industrial Squee-G

Flooder

Octopod

Oversized Octopod

Octorpedo

Octostamp DX

Octowasher

Octoseeker

The Octostomp

The Octonozzle

The Octowhirl

The Octomaw

Octo Oven

Octo Samurai

Neo Octostomp

Octo Shower

Octo Oven XXL

Octo Samurai (sanitized)

Octostomp Redux

Octo Shower Supreme

Sanitized Octoling

Fuzzy Octoling

All of the other octarians again but sanitized/fuzzy but im not writing those down

Chum

Smallfry

Cohock

Snatcher

Steelhead

Flyfish

Steel Eel

Maws

Stinger

Drizzler

Scrapper

Fish Stick

Flipper-Flopper

Big Shot

Slammin' Lid

Griller

Goldie

Chinook

Mothership

Mudmouth

Cohozuna

Horrorboros

Megalodontia (Joe)

Marigold

Super Sea Snail

Master Mega

Frye's Moray Eels

Fresh Fish

Monkey Crab

The Professor

Ammoses Shellendorf

Baby Jelly

Cool Jelly

Aggro Jelly

Acht

Asynchronous Rondo

Pinging Marciale

Parallel Canon

Cipher

Lionel

Cory

Tao Blu

Tosh

Martin

Jessika

Oonie

Kitamura

Swarming Languendo

Marching Andante

Battering Lento

Portal

Drizzling Capriccioso

Panicking Alla Mambo

Whirling Accelerando

Springing Spiccato

Gushing Trionfale

Spawning Accordo

Homing Arpeggio

Towering Nobilmente

Smollusk

unknown riot act member #1

unknown riot act member #2

unknown riot act member #3

no particular order