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universallycoffeedream · 2 years ago

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idontknowmyownmind · 3 years ago

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Fanfic ideas which are obviously Mammon centric. I never include MC because I'm not that fond of a story that has oc as it's main character.

There is an old curse that will kill a demon if it is planted on them. To use it, they need a lot of sacrifice (not souls or any of that kind) that is really hard to get because the curse will 100% work. When you have already collected all the important things, the curse can be sent like a voodoo thing and the target will not realize it until the next day. It started with some kind of mark on their wrist and it began to travel to their body. Depending on how long the sender wants it to completely work, the curse will spread at a certain pace a day.

Someone who got this curse will slowly but gradually will started to feels tired fast and lost their senses. Before the day they are supposed to die, they will become an unresponsive person. Not paralized type but more like someone who lose all their senses type.

So, there is a witch who wants revenge on Lucifer by sending the curse. But unfortunately the curse got sent to Mammon instead. On the first day, he doesn't even know about it. He found out about the mark on the second day when it already covered his right lower arm. But Mammon being Mammon doesn't think much about it and doesn't know what it means.

Mammon knew about the curse two days after. He and his brothers are having a movie night, something that happens once in millenials. The rowdy type, Mammon, Asmo, and Levi, have their little quarrel. Asmo tried to attack Mammon with a pillow but slipped and pulled Mammon's top, exposing his right arm.

The other brothers who happen to look also don't know about it and asked Mammon if he got tattoos. But Mammon just looks at the mark confused and says bewilderedly that he is not and this mark just appears out of nowhere. He swears it was just covering his lower arm but how it suddenly covers his right arm, he doesn't know.

Lucifer is the only one who knows about the curse and how to recognize it. So he is surprised and dread following after when he looks at the marks on Mammon's right arm. He suddenly in front of him, startled not just Mammon but also the others, and grabbed Mammon's arm and inspected it. There is no doubt that it is that curse.

Apparently he grabbed it too tightly because Mammon started to complain and said that if he is angry because he thinks it's tattoos, he swears that it is not. But Lucifer ignored him and said that they needed to see Barbatos in a clipped tone. Still not letting Mammon go but loosen his grasp.

(Let's say that Barbatos is a master of curses.)

"Wow, wow. I don't think we need to, it's just weird marks. I'm sure it's gonna gone before I know it"

Lucifer hissed and glared at him. But not like his angry one, there is something else in his eyes, tone and body languages, something urgent and unreadable.

"Don't you know what this mark means?! You're gonna die!"

"Huh?" Mammon's brain shut down and his face was blank.

The other looked shocked. Asmo tried to laugh it off, saying that Lucifer was just joking. But when Lucifer doesn't react and is still in a staring contest with Mammon, his smile drops and fear begins to creep on him.

Series of activities happened and they are on their way to the castle. Lucifer began to intrograte Mammon and got little to nothing important information because Mammon himself doesn't even know a single thing.

The brothers also ask questions and Lucifer answers as far as he knows. Fear envelopes everyone while Mammon tries to joke to light up the atmosphere but gets an angry yet worried death glare from his brothers that shut him up.

When they arrive and explain what they knew, they get a heart breaking news that there is no way to lift the curse.

Some ruckus happens and they decide to find a way to lift it with the help of Barbatos and Diavolo. The curse spread faster than they imagined and on day five it almost covered all his upper body.

In those days, Lucifer, despite wanting to spend his last time with Mammon, just can't stop his research because every second matters.

Satan who usually would rather somewhere else than with just Lucifer always by his side to help.

Asmo and Levi make sure to always have Mammon in sight.

The twins always find time to cuddle Mammon.

Mammon was scared but also frustrated with his brothers. He tried to reason that they don't need to neglect themselves just for him, which got them mad, saying that he is more important that got him speechless.

He just let that happen but even he knows that it will be futile.

The possibilities are endless and I'm not sure where and how I want it to end. But one thing for sure is, in the end Mammon died.

After sending child Satan to the future two times, now it's the time for the brothers -Mammon to be sent to the past.

• Lord Diavolo, obliviously, assigned the past brothers to take care of them.

• At that time, the brothers were still grieving and distant with each other.

• They come at a time where child Satan is no longer locked in the dungeon because of Mammon's persuasion.

• The past brothers are still wary and yet to accept him.

• Child satan, if not staying in Mammon's room, always be found in the corner of the room.

• Like right now, when the future brothers come inside the house following the past Lucifer, they find him at the corner of the hall.

• He waits for someone and when the ones who walk in are not that person, he glares dager at them and tail swaying, annoyed.

• Back then, at the time future brothers were sent, if not with Satan (which most of the time), then Mammon can be found with one of his lil bros or he is out somewhere.

• When the brothers arrive, Mammon is nowhere to be found. And seeing Satan at the corner, it's clear that he is out to who knows where.

• At that time, the brothers didn't think much. But now that they're from the future, they can't help but be curious.

• Child Satan never talks to the brothers, he just growls, snarls or glares at them and when someone comes closer he is gonna lash out. The only one he allowed to come closer is Mammon.

• Mammon is the one who got assigned to take care of him.

• It's almost dinner, the brothers, past and future, in the dining room waiting for Mammon.

• Satan still at the corner of dining room and when the brothers tell him to sit he growls.

• The future brothers talk among themselves about Satan, which was heard by the past brothers.

• They watched them in interest at how close they seemed with Satan and how cheerful they are.

• Not long, Mammon came home and got taken back seeing his future brothers. Lucifer already told him, but seeing it with his eyes still gives him a blow.

• He called Satan and the kid narrowed his eyes. Doesn't want to come closer.

• Seeing that the kid doesn't talk, he asks, "will you talk to me?"

• The kid just pursed his lip, and Mammon knows it means that he will.

• "Don't you want to sit beside me?" Mammon then narrowed his eyes, "do you already eat when I'm not around?"

• "No," said him shortly.

• Mammon figured it out as an answer for both questions.

• He throws his brothers a disappointed look that got them, minus Lucifer because he's mostly locked himself in his room, flinches and gives him an excuse that he didn't let them come closer and just lash out at them.

• Mammon sigh.

• "Your room" the way child Satan talks when the brothers around is clipped.

• "Hm?" Mammon look confused at first before he realized what he mean, "okay, let's eat in my room then"

• Past Lucifer told him that he needs to, must, stay and eat with his brothers and Mammon talks back that maybe if he, they, take better care and pay attention to Satan, they can eat here together.

• They glare at each other and the future brother looks quite shocked because they almost forget how past Mammon was.

• Mammon is the first one who looks away and mentions Satan to come closer.

• The kid immediately latched himself beside Mammon while glaring dagger at the brothers, especially Lucifer.

• He is holding Mammon's jacket and has his tail wrapped around his leg. Mammon stops reminding him that it may make him have difficulty walking.

• Before Mammon and child Satan can leave the room, past Levi asks if he can come with them hesitatingly.

• Before Mammon can answer, child Satan growls at past Levi threateningly and tightens his hold on Mammon which makes him flinch a little.

• "Sorry Levi. After I tuck him to sleep, I'll spend my time with you, okay?" Said Mammon feeling bad when he sees Levi's expression drop and his shoulder hunched. He quickly dismisses it and nudges the kid who is still tense.

• Levi whispered to himself at how Mammon just paid attention to the kid which got heard by the others who silently agreed (the past brothers).

• Future Levi can sense a huge envy in his past self. Something he didn't feel for so long.

• Before Mammon walked far, the brothers heard a little bit of Mammon and child Satan's conversation. Satan states that he doesn't see the future him and Mammon answers absentmindedly that maybe he was not there when the future brothers were sent here or he is already dead.

• The mention of it makes the past brothers immediately tense and look at the future brothers in anticipation.

• Future Asmo hurriedly reassured them that Mammon was pretty much still alive which got them relaxed.

• Like promised, Mammon went to Levi's room when he was sure that the kid was already asleep. He spent his time there cuddling Levi and Asmo, who he found already in the room when he arrived, until they fell asleep.

• When he was sure they were comfortable and warm, he went to the kitchen to drink and found the future brothers in the living room watching something and talking.

• He went to them and asked why they didn't sleep yet and sit. They talk a little because this Mammon is subdued and not like their usual energetic and loud brother.

• Mammon stood, and it got the future brothers' attention, because he sensed his youngest brothers. Past Beel and Belphie stood there holding hands, it seemed like they had a bad dream.

• Mammon asked if they wanted him to come with them but they just kept silent and walked towards him. They literally drop themselves on top of him, make them fall down on the carpet with Mammon under them.

• Mammon oof-ed and the twin hugged him and hid their faces. Mammon sigh and just pat their heads gently.

• Future Lucifer reminds the twin that it was dangerous that they needed to come to their room but got ignored which pissed him off. Mammon waves him off saying that he doesn't need to worry about it.

• When the twins fall asleep, Mammon complains softly but doesn't budge to wake them and tell them to move to their room.

• Before Mammon succumbs to sleep, he reminds the future brothers to go to sleep because it's already late.

• Future Lucifer then told his brothers to go to sleep and plan to bring blankets for his past brothers.

• When they just got up, they saw the past Lucifer walk closer with blankets in hand. They stop and watch.

• Without words, past Lucifer covers his sleeping brothers as if he knows it will happen. He caresses/pats each of them and linger a little bit longer on Mammon but the future brothers don't say a word.

• He then stood up and straightened himself, telling the future bros to sleep and walk away without waiting for their response.

• They go to sleep and are already back at their time when they wake up.

This will be a whole different story just by taking the future brothers out of the context.

#mammon headcanons #obey me #obey me luficer #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeous #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #time travel #curse #barbatos #diavolo #i love mammon and make him suffer is my way to show it #lucy is tired #i'll pat him

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thewriterowl · 4 years ago

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Just saw that other ask- your SECOND Masters?! Sweet mercy, I don't know how you do it. I had to drop out of the program while I was trying for one cause I had a mental breakdown and was so depressed and anxious I couldn't take care of myself. That sounds like an absolutely amazing subject for a thesis, though!

Well to be fair, my first masters was creative writing (look, not to knock my fellow writers...but this is NOT the same as other masters) and i honestly nearly dropped out of that as well because I decided to jump to scotland when I was just not mentally stable enough for it. :/ it’s filled with mostly poor memories than good, I am afraid to say. I was so, so depressed and my anxiety went through the roof and I was going down a really, really bad place. But the program was only for a year and a half, so i spent like five months in scotland and was able to do the rest online back home, which is the only reason I managed to complete it.

Second...I was a bit too positive on the idea of the whole scheme of continuing my education. I actually really enjoy college classes and learning and attending things...so at least there is that! BUT it is really not built for success for most, in my opinion. If you’re working full-time it is stressful. If you’re going into a field that isn’t writing or philosophy (look, we philosophers are hella weird...my faculty advisor is all like ‘yeah, cool just turn it it whenever’ it is NOT the prime example of the stress and craziness that goes into a graduate program!) There is so much craziness that comes along with this academic pursuit and I can see why so many people would drop out to take care of themselves and look at other venues for their growth.

it makes it worse that a lot of this doesn’t always seem to matter in the sense of getting your foot in the door with a career :/ another blight on the millenial group. Many days I kick myself for taking it up cause I am constantly second-guessing on it actually helping me in any pursuit.

BUT! That being said, I am happy this appears to be of somewhat interest to others XD

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werezmastarbucks · 5 years ago

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Whitmore Guy - party animals

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Part Six Part Seven

Kai Parker x fem!Reader slowburn

word count: 1600

warnings: Y/N’s bitching about people misinterpreting skate punk culture

music: neck deep - serpents (mark hoppus remix), good charlotte - i don’t wanna be in love, metro station - wish we were older, sum 41 - in too deep

The party was a success. The people did remember early Fall Out Boy, and they did still love them. Gerard Way’s name was still ringing bells in people’s hearts – the only thing Y/N was unhappy about was the fact that they completely mistook the idea.

“I mean… this is not an emo party”, she repeated for the thousandth time. Damon was at her side, just as he’d promised. He was at the very best disinterested in her youth’s culture. In fact, she remembered him mention once, Damon started feeling really tired exactly in 2006, and this outburst of depression made him migrate to north for some time, before returning to Mystic Falls. His silver-green eyes were snapping from one shape of human to another, he wasn’t really listening to her.

“They’re all misdressed…” she gasped. ��Except… ah! That’s Mal. He always looks like he’s about to break his nose on the asphalt”.

“Why?” Damon asked absent-mindedly.

“Because he’s about to go skating”.

“That’s the guy?” Damon nodded at Mal, eyes focusing on him.

“Yeah”.

Music was blasting, and people were dancing. They were shaking, thrashing their heads. A couple of immortal hits already made the whole place sweat a little, their cervical vertebrae did not feel good about that.

Mal was chatting with a girl. The system Y/N was remembering people was, she remembered the kind of troubles they were in. This one, Cindy, or Sandy, she once failed to submit not five, not six, but ten papers in a row, and a group of teachers was very unhappy with her. Y/N could not really help her, except to say that she should probably stop partying and go study. Not a lot of time actually has passed since she was a student at a college herself; but she was never a party animal. She had problems with her studies because she had a cluster of minor disorders, from eating to insomnia.

From the looks of it, he was all over the girl. Wide smirk, and the way he bent to her slightly; his eyes were watching her expression closely, and the thin silver chain he always wore under shirt gleamed faintly in the blue lightning.

“I thought you said he was stunning”, Damon sneered.

“I never said stunning. I said adorable”.

“He’s very, very usual, Y/N”.

“Well, compared to you, maybe. Not all people tend to look like fucking Renaissance statuary, Damon”.

Damon sniffed, ruffling his invisible feathers.

“So, what don’t you like about him?”

“He looks like a man with a plan. I don’t really know what’s going on in his head”.

Damon turned to her and eyed her with the usual oily look of a hungry lizard.

“Man. I thought your intuition is kicking in. And you just wanna hit it up with a guy”.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Please, please, just for once, just do what I ask you to. Just check him out. Did you find anything about Martha Hopps, by the way?”

“I did, stalker. She is a real human person and she lives in Mystic Falls. She moved in recently with her parents and two sisters. Which is, whatever, considering she’s almost twenty four, and they all live in one house”.

“They’re millenials. It’s normal for us”.

“You don’t live with your mum”.

“Yeah, because I don’t talk with my mum. So, is her family crazy?”

“They sure look lame. Hopps papa seems to have complete control over his daughters. Obsessive type”.

“Oh, god. What if he really is the bad guy?”

“They’re a bunch of boring Christians. Martha is not even that pretty”, Damon clicked his tongue and started looking for the table with the punch. “I think her sister, Laura, is way more interesting”.

“Who cares”, Y/N said tiredly. She felt awful for spying on Mal’s girlfriend, second-handedly. “What you think. Let’s go find something to drink”.

“What do you mean, find?” the vampire went indignant in a moment, “didn’t you organize the whole thing?”

“I did, but Caroline moved all the tables in the morning. I didn’t manage to monitor everything”.

Together, they moved through the crowd, floating like two ships in the sea of shaking heads. Damon led Y/N by the elbow to keep her on her feet, because In Too Deep came on, and the crowd went wild. Mal was still flirting with Cindy/Sandy as they left. Minutes later, Damon abandoned Y/N at the table, to observe and have fun, and set off to look for the guy.

His face was showing in the crowd here and there, shooting Y/N glances of confusion. Mal seemed to have vanished, and the vampire couldn’t find him anywhere. He shook his head in amazement; the music was irritating him. He listened to different stuff; Salvatore’s heart belonged specifically to indie rock of the latter decade. For some unknown reason. In a way, Damon was an essence of the Mystic Falls town.

Soon, Damon disappeared, too, leaving her behind. She didn’t mind much; they kind of fell out in these last months. Y/N knew that Damon always had her back regardless, but they just didn’t talk much these days.

A song came in, the kind of it, that usually makes you see yourself from aside, standing alone, at the table with beer and punch, while everybody grabs their dancing partners by the waists. The sick lamp went from orange to pink even, and then an interesting turquoise shade flooded the hall; people all looked like sparkling fish, in their hats and pins and bright ribbons.

Something pushed her in the back, and moved the table, and Y/N jumped off just in time not to be stepped on.

Mal came round the table. He looked troubled, and his hair was ruffled. There was an even blush on his cheeks, making him look like he was no more than nineteen.

“Is that sex hair, Mal?” Y/N snorted, refusing to empathize with his wild gaze.

“She’s here”, Mal uttered, “dance with me”.

They took each other by the hands. Y/N downed her cup and threw it back on the table. Mal combed his hair with one hand, looking above her shoulder, and pulled her closer to himself.

“Who’s here?”

“Martha”, he said without expression. The eyes on his face were incredible, pulsating, like he was extremely horny, or very distressed; Y/N saw eyes like that on vampires after they’ve just eaten. His hands and face, on the opposite, were sturdy, mechanical.

I gave her my heart, she didn’t want it,

Took it anyway, put a dark spell on it,

Since then I haven’t been the same…

He looked down at Y/N like he’s just realized he was holding her.

“Go talk to her. Or nah?”

“Nah. I have nothing to say to her”.

“Really?” she went on with distrust.

“She doesn’t know I’m here”.

“You mentioned. You think she’ll scream or something?”

He snorted. His eyes warmed up just a little.

“Nobody’ll hear her. It’s a loud party”.

Mal put his hand on Y/N shoulder and let it rest.

“You’re a good friend”.

“Been training for years. Still not sure though”.

“I think I saw Demi here”.

“Who?”

“Your ex-crush whom I disapprove”.

“Dude”, she grinned, “he left”.

“Very impressive individual. Masculinity and bulllshit oozing out of him. God, his balls must be huge. Looked like he wanted to chat, but I Houdinied the fuck away”.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably, unable to stop herself from picturing everything he said. Mal was not completely wrong, and yet, the way he spoke about the older Salvatore was so poisonous you could die from listening too closely.

“Don’t like him, huh”.

“Don’t know him”, he nodded, “don’t really care. Just don’t let him hurt you. Why would he leave you alone? even I understand it’s not nice”.

“He didn’t come here to dance”.

“Why then?”

“Masculine stuff. Wanted to talk to somebody. Or check up on me. I don’t know”.

“Uhh, Y/N”, Mal sighed, sincerely enough. She got a desire to give him a hug, like a human, as a friend. Just because she hasn’t hugged anybody for a while. Because it’s been a month, and they got pretty close, attracted to each other like two wandering bog lights. So, she just did it. Wrapping her arms around him, Y/N pulled him close, and laid her head on his shoulder. Mal didn’t push her away, but the song ended, so they just stood. Mal smelled like candy again, and his skin, clean and white, had a trace of female perfume. Y/N didn’t know what to make of him. She wasn’t really jealous. She wasn’t really anxious. Their embrace existed outside their world. Mal still smelled of trouble. Y/N never for a second supposed that there wasn’t something utterly and vividly wrong with this guy. She just didn’t care enough.

“All that heart trouble”, Mal said suddenly, “just makes me wanna dance. Let’s get smashed. It’s Good Charlotte, isn’t it?”

“Back it up now, you’ve got a reason to live. Say, I don’t wanna be in love”.

“I like me a gal who knows all the lyrics to all the shitty songs”, Mal grinned wide, and they separated a little, but did not leave each other’s sight.

“This song is not shitty”.

“Nah”, Mal yelled, as the dynamic, loud part of the verse started, “some music is crap, and it’s good. Remember the motto of your favorite dudes”.

Y/N laughed. A little bit more of music, less light, and they were dancing like monkeys, waving their hands and thrashing their heads, a couple of happy, careless children. They managed to trick the whole college into listening Metro Station for fifteen minutes straight.

#kai parker #kai parker x reader #kai parker imagine #damon salvatore #vampire diaries #legacies #tvd imagine #tvd #whitmore guy

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araminakilla · 5 years ago

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Posible Ducktales season 2 finale timeline according to trailer

So, since I'm not the only one who thinks that, with all the villains gathering to destroy Scrooge and family... where does Lunaris fit in all of this? Here's my (long) theory.

Glomgold and Ma Beagle: The first allies

Those two are the classic villains than are more asociated with Scrooge and have past feuds with him.

For Glomgold, it can be the bet. Maybe he is losing and wants to take everything the real Scotish duck has without waiting any longer.

For Ma Beagle, it could be the lands problem that Scrooge had with Grandpa Beagle, or maybe they lost for real some Beagle Boys in the Duck's quest for D'jinn's lamp and they want to avenge said Beagles by killing Scrooge's closest relatives.

As other post pointed out, Glomgold actually learned something in the 87 cents episode about what makes Scrooge so sucesful, and that's his family. That's why he said in the trailer that he's looking for a family, not only to show respect to Ma and his boys, but because he really thinks gaining a villainous family is the way he could win for once and for all.

The others

Mark Beaks

The grey parrot is going to appear in an episode with Louie, Goldie, Doofus and (as I like to call him) his robot son Mini Beaks. It seems like the millenial wants something with Doofus, be it money or social status as he's in the duckling's tree house. Unfortunatly, so are Scrooge's nephew and lover, maybe to try and scam him.

Maybe at the end of the episode, Doofus doesn't want to help the parrot, and instead he will help Louie (or no one, as this incarnation of Doofus is a great pain in the... tail) making Beaks to swear revenge against the Mcduck family, an opportunity that comes with Glomgold and his alliance of terror.

Magica de Spell

The sorceress somehow has her powers back (or just basic ones) and I'm sure that she's the reason that the ducklings (and Violet) end up in some kind of dream land where everyone can wish for anything and that becomes true, kinda like Coraline's other world or Bill Cipher's bubble for Mabel.

I say this because Webby has the look of Scrooge, Violet has some books, Huey is tall, Louie just wants to be a cat (Aristocats reference, anyone?) and Dewey is popular in the school he never had the chance to go (if his looks, Dewey's costume that dances and that poster behind Magica when she's with Lena alone in the lockets who says "you can Dew it" is any indication).

Anyway, that world was created by Magica as a way to reclaim Lena again, who surely having her evil aunt back is the last thing that she wanted.

I'm pretty sure the kids end up defeating Magica again and keeping Lena, but Magica swears revenge and, just like Beaks, she is recluted by Glomgold and company, and she would have to swallow her pride and follow the South African duck... for the moment.

Don Karnage

He is an interesting case, as we haven't see him since his debut episode. I don't know how the villains can found him, as he and his crew are in the sky, but I have a theory of why they would choose him.

Simple, Dewey posted on the Internet about how he and his family fought and defeated the "not so great" captain Don Karnage, making the pirate wolf very livid and maybe ashamed about how his reputation went down faster than a malfuctioning plane after he lost to a child of all things.

The villains probably read about him on the web and wondered if he wanted to have his revenge too. They were right.

They somehow contact the Don, and not only they obtain a great swordman, but also an entire pirate crew. It's a pity they don't let the pirates sing, it could have been an interesting semi-musical episode.

The Time Tube's role

So, where does Gyro's time tube fits in all this madness? It could be:

1. The villains did it

They stole it so they can ruin Scrooge's life for the start and mess with his present.

2. Louie did it

In the trailer, we see Louie in the tub while having some treasure. Given how he screwed up things in the lamp episode, most of us theorize that he is the one behind all the time traveling stuff.

3. Gyro did it on accident

It can be that, as this is Gyro's creation after all, it went out of control itself and its presence afected the present in many ways. Or it could be that it ended up in the past and Bubba is the one doing the time traveling stuff to bring Tootsie with him while making a mess.

4. A combination of the other ones with the first one

Either Gyro, or Bubba, or Louie did it, but it was as the same time as "Glomgold's family" was attacking the Mcduck Manor.

Anyway, this will indicate the introduction of Bubba and his pet triceratops and the battle with the villains will take place.

The final result?

The ducks win, the villains lose and Gyro learns to control his time tube better for other important ocasions that, as we know, are about to happen... BIG TIME.

Lunaris' Invasion

I'm 99% sure the battle with the Moonlanders will take place after the battle with Glomgold and company.

Why? Because in this picture (in the inferior corner) we see five pictures of Scrooge's enemies. We see Magica's face, Mark's beak, Ma Beagle's nose and the other ones are Glomgold and Karnage for sure.

This could indicate that the five lost to the Duck family or they were near them at the time the alien's computer seached information about Della's clan.

There's also about a picture of Gizmoduck (pretty sure they know about his other identity too... take new notes Fenton) indicating that they are aware of the technology the Earthlings have.

And talking about superheroes, this is the moment that Launchpad and Scrooge recruit Darkwing Duck, as we can see that the Scotish one is wearing the same clothes.

All seems to indicate the battle with the aliens takes place at night in Calisota. Scrooge is charging with the help of the Ottoman Empire brothers, Emily Quackfaster, Gyro, Demonworth, Beakly, Lena, Violet (she's there too, next to Lena, she's just that small), M'ma Cabrera, Gizmoduck and Gabby McStabberson.

Penumbra and Donald: The last hope

So, it seems like Penny is becoming a good girl if the poster for season 3 is any indication. Ergo, she is the one to return Donald to his family and thanks God the lack of an orange blimp didn't change things.

Penumbra is the only one to know the true, and the only one who could stop all this invation. How? Screaming and shooting laser guns like everyone else? I don't think so. She will use the same strategy Della used with the Moon mite.

She would use kindness and a peaceful aproach. She would probably said that Della was a good person all along, that she was wrong and Lunaris is the thread to all. I'm sure that after that, the Moonlanders will stop any violence.

But what about Donald? Mister "I prefer to not have many adventures and don't appear in many episodes" is going to have. Some. Good. EPIC MOMENTS

I mean, look at him battling Lunaris and tell me you don't see the rise of the Duck Avenger. Some random alien is acusing his twin sister of treason and decides to punish her along with her boys? His boys?

He HAD IT

Lunaris is death Moon meat. Period.

When he returns to Earth, he would have a very heartwarming reunion with his boys and his sister. At last, the Duck twins are together and nothing will tear them apart again.

Scrooge's allies: Coincidence or selection?

Now, what makes us have a lot of hype apart from the epic return of our main characters after months is the return of characters that we didn't know were making a return, like Gabby McStabberson or the Living Mummies. Characters that, be for their unique design or personality make us decide for more moments with them, and we got it.

But... Why? Why them?

Aside for the fanservice aspect, there has to be another reason for that.

It could be that Scrooge had recluted Gabby and the wolf brothers and would pay them later, or simply they want to make sure their home planet isn't invaded.

Not sure about where the Ottoman Empire brothers fit in all of this. Maybe there is going to be an episode about how they reconcile with the help of one of the triplets.

Now, we got to a very interesting part (and I'm not only saying this because I'm a fan of those two)

Aliens vs Middle Eastern people

Now that's something you don't see very often. *Ahem* well, the reason this little scene is so important is because it show us that the Moonlanders are attacking Egypt.

Egypt. As in, they are not only seeking Della and her family. They are attacking all the Earth at the same time. We can be sure that the aliens are the ones attacking Amunet and D'jinn because of the yellow/golden lasers that almost hit the warrior (thanks Amunet) and are the same ones Gabby is repeling with her sword/dagger.

Also, the battle is taking part at the same time but in different places. In Duckburg is night, and in Egypt; day.

But other option is that D'jinn and the Mummies are not confronting the aliens by coincidence.

They were actually selected.

Remember the picture that shows an alien computer with the Duck family at the center and Scrooge's enemies and Gizmoduck in the corners?

Who can't say the aliens did the same with Scrooge's allies and family all around the globe?

There are a lot of golden spaceships in construction. Maybe not all of them go to Duckburg but to different parts of the World.

If the selective theory is true then that means there are going to be aliens following Fethry, Gladstone, Selene, even the Buzzards (yes please, they had it coming)

Also, in this Earth hologram under the picture of the triplets, there seems to be like a close up Earth map, maybe with the bright dots indicating where are Scrooge's allies and family now.

Be it coincidence or computer selection, one thing is for sure. Lunaris is going to make an example of all of them. His frustration about his father being a coward has made him a ruthless, merciless, alien guy who is going to prove the Moon's superiority to the World.

Now that's downright sadistic Lunaris.

When you said you wanted the Earthlings to fear you and the Moon... you really mean it.

Well, that was all I got to say about the future events of this season. Hope this helps and I can't wait for September, the Hype is killing me slowly.

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madmirrormaiden · 5 years ago

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An idea for an anime x disney au x oc crossover

Ok, so I may not be returning to the roleplay sphere anytime soon, but I will still (somehow) churn out more original content concerning our Goblin of Doblo City and her life both there and in Walterland.

So, let me explain what the title of this post means - I am bringing one anime character (or two, maybe) as reincarnated into Maya’s world, and the world of the Magical Soldiers of Walter High.

Hang on tight, it’s a long wild ride.

At 24 years old, Maya Ingrid Anson has somewhat made it in life as junior school counselor at Walter High, and self-proclaimed mentor to the latest generation of Magical Soldiers.

Her apartment is a bus ride away from Halloween Town, one of her regular haunts in Walterland. She’s friends with the residents there, as kooky as she is, and she is best buds with Sally Finklestein.

One day, Jack Skellington brings a couple to Finklestein’s Fabrications, the little morbidly eclectic store Sally runs. In this AU, Jack is a human male who has managed to make several trips outside the country following that one certain incident around Christmas time.

This couple was one of the friends he made overseas, an equally eccentric couple from Britain - blue-eyed Marian wears her raven hair in long wavy locks and a sleeveless flowy dress over her birch-like frame, while the big, towering Creed is bald save for bushy facial hair, with tattoos lining where his skin is unclad by black leather.

Despite their strange appearances, Marian is akin to a classic Disney Princess with a lot of joy and kindness flowing out of her slender built, while Creed has a teddy-bear demeanor and weeps openly at animal cruelty.

And they have a ten-year-old son, who wore a blue hoodie pulled up over his head, pairing it with dark jeans and a plain white under-tee.

“The forest witch, the metal head, and the emo kid,” Maya had sniggered to Sally. “Classic goth family combo.”

And then Marian addresses her son by name, and every cell in Maya freezes.

(Am I losing you here? I hope not. Because this is where it gets interesting.)

“Lelouch, why not you pull that hood down and say hello to your Uncle Jack and Auntie Sally? They may have something for your nightmares!”

That’s right. That Lelouch. The Lelouch who died at the end of his story, and started a new world for his sister. The Lelouch who created that world by destroying the old one. The Demon Emperor, and the welder of the mysterious power Geass.

Why is he here?

Maya remembered a night from ten years ago. When she was 14 and a year past her father’s untimely death.

Maya then had not wanted to go home that night, and stuck around a little outside the school grounds with Jason, her best friend then. The pair had chanced upon five members from one of the school clubs, who had gathered to build a shrine for their favourite anime character in their clubroom.

She remembered those five - they were not close, but she still follows them on social media as other bored millenials would do for their acquaintances. And she remembered the anime and this character they told her about, a character whose death they still mourned to this day. On the night they built their shrine, they had done a little joke-chant to bring him back, or some shit like that.

Did that silly little chant really work?

She returned her attention to the boy, and she scoffed. It could be just a coincidence, right? Lelouch is quite a common name in Europe, right?

Not when the boy pulled down his hood, revealing shoulder-length black hair and purple eyes.

This ten-year-old Lelouch, (now with the surname Langdon instead of Lamperouge or Vi Britannia) demonstrated the same behaviour and intelligence as his fictional animated counterpart - his vocabulary and general knowledge was advanced for his age, he spoke about social justice a fair bit, he expressed interest in social sciences, and even beat Jack at a chess game.

But this Lelouch was also different, perhaps because of his current environment - he was a little bit more mindful of others’ feelings, he smiled a little more, and yep, that Geass of his seemed non-existent.

And then he spoke about his nightmares, and then Maya knew it was no coincidence. The scared boy had dreamt of attacks, nations conquered, people oppressed, death, destruction...and of bringing terror and pain to the world, before being stabbed through the front by a masked man named Zero.

Maya knew those nightmares were no common nightmares - they were flashbacks, memories of Lelouch’s past life in another form, another place, another world perhaps.

And she decided to help ten-year-old Lelouch Langdon the same way her late father had advised her all these years ago: “To fully fear and fully embrace all that you are.”

So the Langdons settled down in Halloween Town, Walterland. And Lelouch gets acquainted with Hiro (Big Hero 6), Miguel (Coco, not to be confused with Maya’s brother), and Vanellope (Wreck-It Ralph).

While he may be slightly different from his past life, who knows if his Geass may make an appearance in his new life?

#:>I outofmadnessandmirrors I>:#code geass #lelouch #isekai #crossover #code geass au #disney rp #disney au #disney crossover

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is6621 · 6 years ago

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Instagram’s New Shopping Feature May Be Only the Beginning By Jimmy Mitchell

A few months ago around Christmas time, I was shopping online for a new pair of sneakers. I searched through my typical online outlets for shoes, starting with Amazon followed by seeing what Zappos and DSW had to offer. Unsatisfied with my findings, I pivoted from casual sneakers to more athletic brands like Nike and Under Armour. Even after scrolling through hundreds of options on FootLocker, I still couldn’t find anything I intended to purchase.

Now before I continue, I have to admit that I am very picky in my taste in shoes. On top of that, I really hate the shopping experience. I find shopping inconvenient and time consuming, so when I also can’t find a particular item that I am looking for, I am a very unpleasant person to be around. Nevertheless, although online shopping debunks many of my complaints with shopping at physical stores, I am adamant that I cannot be the only one who finds it a hindrance to scroll through hundreds of options to find nothing of interest. After searching through different website and brands without a purchase, I called it quits for the day and decided to try again at another time.

Fast forward about a week later, I was scrolling through my Instagram feed and came upon an advertisement that caught my eye. It was an ad for Allbirds Grey Merino Wool sneakers. While I liked the simple style and color scheme, I was particularly attracted to the claim that they are the most comfortable shoe you will ever wear and you can wear them with or without socks. Although I was interested enough in the sneakers to buy them myself, I felt the urge to research the brand since it was unknown to me. Not only did I discover that the brand was increasing in popularity since its founding five years ago, I noticed many students wearing them around campus, including a couple of my close friends. Both friends raved about the shoes and insisted that the company’s claim as the most comfortable shoe was true and I had to buy them. After these reviews affirmed my initial instincts, I bought the sneakers and I have never been more satisfied with a shoe purchase.

Although I ultimately waited for feedback from my friends and peers, I would have never found the sneakers myself if not for Instagram. I realized that it was no coincidence that such a young company with ads all over Instagram is so popular among Millenials. Not only did it satisfy my strict sneaker taste, but I also didn’t even have to deal with the inconvenience, however so slight, to actively find it. Instagram served as an extension for these company websites and saved time and effort on my part. With this very successful sneaker purchase in mind, I was fascinated and intrigued when I saw that Instagram was introducing a new shopping feature.

Early this past week, the Wall Street Journal wrote about Instagram initiative to launch a new shopping feature. The social media platform announced that it plans on digging deeper into the e-commerce business by selling products to its users for the first time in an effort to capitalize on its popularity among fashion and consumer-goods companies. Instagram is using this new initiative as a cautious step towards competing with companies like Amazon and Walmart. It’s starting with 20 brands and it looks to potentially integrate itself in the online shopping industry.

Previously, Instagram allowed brands, like Allbirds, to advertise in feeds and provide links to their own websites, where shoppers could make a purchase. Now, users will be able to click on an item featured in a post, see the price, and then click on the item again to bring it order form for checkout, where you can pay in credit card or PayPal, saving the payment method to your Instagram account if you choose.

I cannot emphasize enough how much I love this idea from Instagram. Like many people my age, I spend a lot of time on social media. While its primary purpose is to share and consume photos from friends, the shopping feature adds a whole new component to the platform that I think would find success. The platform already displays several advertisements that are helpful for coming upon items of interest. With the new shopping feature, however, users can skip the process of logging onto Amazon or the company website to make a purchase after seeing it on Instagram. The feature would be especially useful for young companies, like Allbirds, who are looking to introduce and extend their brand to a younger audience looking for something new and trendy.

Instagram also shouldn’t stop at fashion and consumer-goods companies. Fast food and pizza delivery restaurants, Domino’s for example, could offer promotions and discounts for ordering through Instagram ads instead of calling the restaurant or taking the time to navigate the app. Concerts and sporting events could also find use from advertising and purchasing tickets with a special package or simply bringing the events to the attention of Instagram users. Overall, the Instagram shopping feature will create an experience that is more efficient and easier than scrolling through Amazon or company websites.

As great as the idea seems, I understand why people may have concerns. Considering Facebook has struggled with privacy and security issues, registering a credit card through a social media platform, especially one owned by Facebook, may leave targeted consumers hesitant and dubious of the security. There is also a question if there will be any worthwhile brands that are interested in participating in Instagram’s feature that people would want to purchase from. The most obvious hurdle for Instagram’s shopping feature is that the online shopping market is overpowered by Amazon and Walmart. These giants pose a great challenge for Instagram to integrate into the online shopping market and have success competing with them. Finally, people may simply argue that Instagram should stick with its photo sharing platform and not deviate from its identity. Nevertheless, Instagram has offered an interesting idea to diversify its brand and seek for new opportunities. Can Instagram’s shopping feature compete with Amazon and Walmart? I would probably lean more towards no than yes. But, is it worth a cautious trial? Without a doubt.

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badchoosey · 5 years ago

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Hero, Vol.1 - Chapter One: The First Day of the Rest of Your Life

You soar over the ruins of Northbridge and touch down amidst the wreckage of shattered skyscrapers.

Alert: Where are you?! Come and face me!

A figure rises out of the smoke and fire, wreathed in chaotic energy.

Voice: I’m not hiding. You’re the one who’s hiding. You’ve been hiding all your life.

Alert: Time to shut you up!

Voice: How can you possibly hope to defeat me when you don’t even understand what you truly are? You haven’t even begun to comprehend the power within you.

Alert: Maybe so… but I know enough to finish this.

Voice: No, this is not the end… soon you’ll realize that this is only the beginning!

Six months earlier…

Your sleepy eyes focus on the time, after shutting your buzzing alarm off.

Alert: I’m late! I am very, very late!

You leap out of bed and throw open your closet doors.

Alert: This could be the biggest day of my career… I need to look great…

You rummage around in your closet and settle on a basic blue number.

Alert: That’ll do, I guess…

Dressed for work, you leave your apartment and sprint to the train station.

Alert: C’mon… don’t leave without me!

Just as you reach the platform, the train doors close shut--

Alert: No! No! Wait!

You watch helplessly as the train barrels away from the station, leaving you behind.

Alert: Of all the days to be late to work, why did it have to be today?

After waiting around for the next train, you finally arrive at Prescott Industries. The tall, glass skyscraper gleams brightly in the morning sun. As you walk toward the building, you hear someone call your name. You turn around to see Poppy Patel hurrying toward you with two iced lattes.

Poppy: Alert! Wait up!

Alert: Poppy? What are you doing here?

Poppy: Bringing you an iced latte to kickstart your big day, of course! You’re gonna need it now that you’re in charge of planning the biggest social event of the season! Speaking of which… you didn’t happen to snag your favorite person in the whole world an invite, did you? You said last week that you would try to get me in to the big gala at Prescott Industries tonight.

Alert: So, this latte comes with a few strings attached, huh?

Poppy: No! Well, maybe a little bit… but you will try to get me in, won’t you? All the best and brightest and most fashionable people in Northbridge will be there. When Prescott Industries unveils a new technology, that’s major.

Alert: Not just major. Silas Prescott said his new invention would ‘change the world as we know it’...

Poppy: And… what is it?

Alert: No clue. I work for Grayson Prescott, not his father, remember? I’m dying to know what the invention is just like everybody else.

Poppy: Speaking of Grayson, the handsome, charming heir apparent… You could ask him to invite me, couldn’t you? I’m sure he wouldn’t say no to his favorite executive assistant! If I can get the inside scoop on the gala, I’ll be a shoo-in for the promotion to Motif’s Senior Fashion Editor. I neeeeed this, Alert.

Alert: I know, I know, Poppy. This is a big opportunity for me, too.

Poppy: Then get in there, do the best job you possibly can with the gala preparations, and Grayson will be so impressed he won’t say no to you! I promise I’ll find some way to pay you back.

Alert: You’re so gonna owe me. Like we’re not just talking one favor here. I’m thinking three at least, maybe as many as five.

Poppy: Ugh, why do I feel like I’m making a deal with the devil?

Alert: Hey, those are the terms. Take it or leave it!

Poppy: All right, all right… I hereby sign my soul over. Just… don’t forget to ask him, okay?

Alert: I promise I won’t. Now, I really should get to work. I’m late enough as it is… and so are you!

Poppy: Oh, don’t be silly. Being fashionably late is all part of the job!

You push through the glass doors and into the lobby of Prescott Industries, where Grayson Prescott confidently directs the gala preparations.

Grayson: Bring those tables through here. We’ll want to give our guests the best possible view at tonight’s unveiling…

Grayson turns and notices you enter.

Grayson: Alert, there you are! Just in the nick of time…

Alert: Sorry I’m late… somehow I managed to miss my train again.

Grayson: It’s all right. You’re here now.

Alert: I am. So, how are the gala preparations going, Mr. Prescott?

Grayson: Please, Alert, Mr. Prescott is my father. Call me Grayson. We did go to school together, after all.

Alert: All right, Grayson. Actually, I was hoping I could ask you something--

Just then, Marjorie Miles, Director of Operations, marches over, her eyes narrowed behind her thick-framed glasses.

Marjorie Miles: Hmph. About time you showed up, Alert.

Alert: It’s only a quarter past--

Marjorie Miles: Exactly. A quarter past the time you were supposed to be here. In other words, late. As for you, Grayson, your father wants a word. It sounded urgent.

Grayson: Thanks for letting me know. Alert, can you handle this on your own?

Alert: Uh… I think so?

Marjorie Miles: Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t screw anything up too badly.

Grayson: I’m sure she won’t. See you later, Alert.

Alert: Good luck!

At Grayson heads for the elevators, Marjorie turns to look at you, her expression impatient.

Marjorie Miles: Tonight could be the most important night in this company’s history. Do you understand what that means, Alert? It means that it’s also the most important night of your otherwise unremarkable life. So, are you finally ready to do your job and help me?

Alert: Why don’t you try asking nicely?

Marjorie Miles: Okay, Alert… your choice. Do you want to tell Grayson that things here are going splendidly…. Or do you want to tell him your bullheaded unwillingness to assist me killed the mayor?

Alert: I feel like this escalated quickly…

Marjorie Miles: Two words: shell fish--

Alert: Technically, that’s one word, not--

Marjorie Miles: Shellfish allergy. The Mayor’s office waited until this morning to let me know that the Mayor is allergic to shellfish. In other words, we can’t serve the thirty pounds of ceviche de camaron we already paid for!

Alert: Okay, that’s a real problem. What can I do to help?

Marjorie Miles: I need you to call around and find something… not embarrassing to serve for an appetizer at the gala tonight. Do you think you can stop swiping or Pictalking or whatever you millenials do long enough to accomplish one task?

Alert: … Yes, I can do that.

You pull your laptop from your bag and start searching for caterers…

Fifteen minutes later…

Marjorie Miles: Well?

Alert: Let’s order tacos.

Marjorie Miles: Tacos?

Alert: It’ll be fun! We can hire a taco truck and let everyone build their own!

Marjorie Miles: Hmm… I suppose it would be memorable. Since you managed to produce a halfway-decent idea for the appetizer, what do you think we should do with all this ceviche?

Alert: I think we should dump it. Northbridge Bay probably has worse things in it. Besides it’s sort of like we’re putting it back where it came from?

Marjorie Miles: I’m not sure I follow your logic there, but… sure. If we can’t serve it, we may as well get rid of it. I’ll get some of our drivers on that ASAP. Congratulations on not screwing this up, Alert. Keep it up, and you might even be considered semi-competent someday.

Alert: I can’t wait.

Marjorie Miles: I’ll continue handling things here. In the meantime, I need you to check in with Dax in Engineering and Santiago in Security. Report back to Grayson once you’ve confirmed they’re ready.

Alert: Okay, got it.

Marjorie Miles: Then why are you still standing here? Chop chop!

A few minutes later, you step into the Engineering Lab to find it seemingly empty.

Alert: … Hello? Dax? Anybody here?

At the far end of the room, a curtain hides an enormous something from view…

Alert: (That must be the new technology Prescott Industries is unveiling at the gala tonight!)

As you step deeper into the lab, the floor beneath your feet begins to tremble gently.

Alert: (It’s supposed to be a secret, but Dax probably wouldn’t mind if I took a peek. I think…)

As you step toward the curtain, the trembling in the floor ramps up in intensity.

Alert: (What the…?)

Just them Dax Darcisse slides out from beneath a nearby computer console, pushing his goggles up onto his forehead.

Dax: Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing, Alert?! You can’t just go touching things in here… for all you know, that could be highly radioactive!

Alert: Is it?!

You quickly retreat away from the curtain.

Dax: No, it’s not radioactive. But it could be, because… science! And besides, I’m still working the kinks out… I thought everything was fine, but somehow the XD917 crystalline array just activated all on its own.

Alert: Crystalline what-now…?

Dax: Um, did I say that? I meant ‘classified’. ‘Redacted’. ‘Under NDA’. ‘Bleep’!

Alert: Right. A secret. Anyway… Marjorie asked me to check on preparations for the unveiling tonight. Will you be ready?

Dax inspects the data visualizations streaming on a nearby console.

Dax: Huh, weird… things seem fine now… I’ve literally never seen that happen before. You’re not carrying any raw promethium around, are you?

Alert: Uh… not that I know of?

Dax: Yeah, didn’t think so. That is very, very strange. I’m going to run through the system diagnostics once more to be sure… but yeah. All systems green. As much as I understand it, anyway… only Silas knows what it’s supposed to do when the power’s turned on!

Alert: Wait, seriously?

Dax: Yep, I’m as stoked for the big reveal tonight as you are!

Alert: Okay…

You start toward the door and then turn back…

Alert: Actually, Dax, there’s one more thing…

Dax: Sure, what’s up?

Alert: I thought you might want to know there’s a chance that Poppy is coming to the gala tonight.

Dax: Oh, uh, really? Why would I want to know that?

Alert: You tell me. I was definitely getting a vibe when the three of us went out for drinks last week…

Dax: A vibe? What kind of vibe? From her or from me? I’m confused.

Alert: Yeah, I can see that.

Dax: I mean… she could never be interested in me like that… Could she?

Alert: Only one way to find out. Although I technically haven’t asked Grayson if I can invite her yet…

Dax: Well, just let me know, I guess… or don’t. Either way. Unrelated topic - should I wear anything special? What do you think about cologne? I mean, I don’t own any cologne. But I’ve got access to lots of chemicals. I could probably whip something up…

Alert: … What about the diagnostic?

Dax: Yes! Diagnostic! Top priority!

Alert: Exactly. See you later, Dax.

You head to the chief of security’s office, where Santiago Lupo eyes a row of security monitors. One has been tuned to the local news.

News: --string of brazen daylight robberies that have plagued the Northbridge jewelry district--

Santiago smiles as you walk over.

Santiago: Morning, Alert. You hear about all these armed robberies?

Alert: Sorry, I don’t really watch the news…

Santiago: Why not?

Alert: Too depressing. I don’t need that kind of stress in my life.

Santiago: Well, sure, but just because you’re not seeing it doesn’t mean it’s not happening…

Alert: Okay, then… why don’t you get me up to speed?

Santiago: Basically, this gang has been stealing diamonds all over the city, and the police are stumped.

Alert: That actually sounds pretty bad…

Santiago: Unfortunately, they’re hardly the worst this city has to offer. But don’t worry. I went over the security plans for tonight’s gala with Silas Prescott personally. The party’s gonna be great, but the security’ll be even better. You’d need an attack helicopter to punch you way through our defensive grid!

Alert: Isn’t that kind of… overkill?

Santiago: Hello no! No such thing in my book. Mayor Brady, District Attorney Katsaros… all the most important people in the city are going to be at Prescott Industries tonight. Nothing is going to happen on my watch!

Alert: I feel safer already.

After saying goodbye to Santiago, you take the elevator up to the second highest floor and step into Grayson Prescott’s office.

Grayson: Hey, Alert. Everything ready for tonight?

Alert: Yup. Everything’s taken care of.

Grayson: That’s good news… but I believe there was one more thing to discuss?

Alert: … There was?

Grayson: This morning, you wanted to ask me a question? What was it?

Alert: I… I have a friend who wants to come to the Gala tonight. She’s one of my best friends, and she’s a junior fashion editor at Motif. If we could put her on the guest list she’ll write something nice about the gala!

Grayson: I suspect my father’s announcement tonight will make for plenty of good publicity.

Alert: Oh, right…

Grayson: But there’s no need to sell me on her attending. She’s more than welcome to come.

Alert: Really?

Grayson: Really. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Now, am I mistaken, or is the junior editor you’re referring to Poppy Patel?

Alert: Yeah, that’s her!

Grayson: I remember you two were close in school. She’s more than welcome, but I have to say… I was devastated to see her article declaring that joggers were officially off-trend.

Alert: Oh. I’m sure they’d still work if you--

Grayson: I’m kidding, Alert.

Alert: Ahh. Gotcha.

Grayson: See you tonight?

Alert: Definitely.

That night, back at your apartment…

Poppy: EEEEEEEEE! I’m so excited! This is the swankiest social event of the entire year, and I actually get to go!

Alert: … Ahem.

Poppy: All thanks to my best friend, Alert, who I will definitely find some way to repay.

Alert: Better!

Poppy: I’ve been thinking about the gala for weeks, and I know exactly what I’m going to wear.

Poppy slips into the other room and emerges a few minutes later wearing a slinky dress.

Poppy: Ta-da! You don’t have to tell me I look fabulous, because I already know I do… Now, the important question. What are you going to wear?

Alert: Uh, I don’t know… I was thinking I’d just wear what I have on.

Poppy: … Alert, seriously? Listen, tonight’s going to be huge for you! If you want to move up in the world, you’ve got to look the part! Not to mention… you’ve been single for far too long, my friend. I’d say it’s high time we changed that!

Alert: Do you think there’d be anyone who’s my type there?

Poppy: Well, you never know, right? But you should at least dress up for my sake. You know… your best friend? Who helped you through so many hard times in college?

Alert: I seem to remember that the other way round… but okay, what do you suggest?

Poppy: I’m glad you asked.

Poppy digs through the clothes she brought over and pulls out a garment bag.

Poppy: I’ve been hanging onto this for a fashion shoot, but no one will notice if it goes missing for a night or two. Go ahead and try it on.

You step out of the room, change, and return a few minutes later.

Alert: Well, what do you think?

Poppy: Stunning. Simply stunning! Promise me you’ll wear that! … Or I guess you could just wear what you wore to work…

Alert: This gala is my work, Poppy. It might be all fun and games for you, but I’m on the clock.

Poppy: Well… still, I’m sure we can squeeze in a little fun. Are you ready to head out?

Alert: Ready.

You and Poppy arrive at the gala to find the Prescott Industries lobby awash in a sea of high-profile guests in gowns and tuxes. Uniformed waiters circulate with trays of appetizers and fluted glasses of sparkling champagne.

Poppy: I never thought I’d say this, but I’m feeling a little underdressed. This party is bougie as hell!

Alert: Tell me about it…

Dax: Hey, guys!

Poppy: Speaking of getting dressed up… nice to finally see you out of a labcoat, Dax.

Dax: It’s weird, right? I feel weird. I think I’m gonna go put it back--

Poppy: No, don’t! Seriously. You look good. And we already have one Prescott employee wearing their work clothes tonight…

Dax: Yeah, Alert, isn’t that the same outfit you were wearing earlier?

Alert: What is this, gang up on Alert day?

Dax: Sorry. I mean, you do look professional, so that’s something.

Poppy: And what about me?

Dax: You’re okay, I guess.

Poppy punches Dax in the arm.

Dax: Okay, okay, sorry! You look great.

Poppy: That’s better. C’mon, let’s go get some drinks. Next round’s on me!

Alert: But it’s an open bar…

Poppy: Details, details…

You and Dax trail behind Poppy on your way to the bar, hanging back just out of her earshot.

Alert: So… are you nervous?

Dax: Not at all. We’ve rigorously tested the, uh, device since this morning’s anomaly, and everything looks--

Alert: I meant Poppy, genius.

Dax: Oh, right. Do you really think she might be interested in me?

Alert: It’s too soon to tell.

Dax: Oh, yeah… that makes sense.

Alert: Don’t worry. These things take time, that’s all.

Dax: Right, totally.

The three of you cross the lobby, passing by District Attorney Meiko Katsaros and her son.

Meiko Katsaros: Kenji, I can’t believe this! You wait until now to tell me you’re dropping out of law school?

Kenji: Relax, Mom, I’ve got it all figured out. Can’t we just focus on enjoying the party?

Waitress: Excuse me, ma’am, sir. Here are you drinks.

Kenji: Finally! Bottoms up!

Meiko Katsaros: This conversation isn’t over, Kenji. Let me tip the waitress for these drinks, and we’ll-- That’s strange. I must’ve left my wallet at home.

Waitress: It’s quite all right, ma’am. No tip necessary.

As you reach the bar, Poppy taps your arm and points.

Poppy: Hey, Alert, look who it is…

At the far end of the bar, Grayson stands in a close circle with several businessmen and his father, Silas Prescott.

Silas Prescott: I gotta say, I’m glad you boys came to us with this opportunity. The Bayside neighborhood has been an unsightly blemish on our fair city for too long. It could use a little… redevelopment.

Grayson: Dad, I’m not so sure about this deal. Redeveloping Bayside would mean pricing long-term residents out of their homes. Where are those families supposed to go? The rent in this city is already at an all-time high.

Silas flashes an annoyed look at his son but quickly covers it with a laugh.

Silas Prescott: Gentlemen, you’ll have to forgive my son. He doesn’t quite have the killer instinct necessary to succeed in this business yet.

Grayson: Maybe I just don’t think life has to be a zero-sum game.

This time, Silas fails to cover his annoyance.

Silas Prescott: That’s what losers tell themselves. You think I got to where I am today by being soft?

Grayson: I… I think I need some air. Excuse me, gentleman.

Grayson takes his drink and heads upstairs toward the balcony, his father’s disapproving stare following his across the gala.

Dax: Wow. That was…

Poppy: Hard to watch. Yeah. Alert, it looks like Grayson’s in need of rescuing. Now’s your chance to be a hero!

Alert: It’s not my place.

Poppy: Well, then whose place is it? You’re his executive assistant!

Alert: I’m sure he’ll be okay. He deals with this sort of thing all the time.

You, Poppy, and Dax mill about the lobby for the next half hour, mingling with your Prescott Industries coworkers. Suddenly, a hush falls over the assembled guests as the music fades out…

Poppy: Ooh, is this the big announcement?

Alert: Shhh!

Everyone turns to watch as Silas Prescott descends the central staircase, holding the room’s attention without so much as a word.

Silas Prescott: Ladies and gentleman, it’s such an honor to see you all here tonight. Mayor Brady, District Attorney Katsaros… I hope you’re all enjoying my champagne.

A ripple of laughter passes through the crowd, and SIlas smiles indulgently.

Silas Prescott: But as many of you have probably guessed, I didn’t organize this little shindig just for the pleasure of your esteemed company. In fact… I have something incredible to show you. Something that will change the world as we know it.

The crowd chuckles pleasantly. Silas steps over to a large curtain on the far end of the room.

Silas Prescott: Please forgive my flair for the dramatic. I know the suspense must be unbearable, but I assure you… a discovery of this magnitude deserves and equally grand reveal.

The crowd goes quiet as Silas holds up an enormous pink crystal.

Silas Prescott: Twenty-five years ago, my… my late wife and I discovered this crystal on an archaeological expedition.

Poppy: … It’s beautiful!

Silas Prescott: Analysis revealed that this was no ordinary crystal. Its subatomic particles show a composition that defies quantum mechanics as we know it. So the brilliant scientists at Prescott Industries have spent the last twenty-five years writing new rules.

Alert: Dax, this is the secret project you were working on?

Dax: Just all the parts that required a handsome, young science genius.

Silas Prescott: This incredible discovery now powers a device we call… The Prism Gate.

Silas gestures and the curtain behind him raises… revealing a strange device with two curved pylons attached to a control panel.

Silas Prescott: The Prism Gate operates under its own power and provides access to a clean and inexhaustible energy source.

The crowd gasps.

Silas Prescott: You heard that right. Infinite, clean energy. An end to famine, to pollution, to inequality. Now… watch…

Silas places the crystal in a slot on the Prism Gate’s control panel, and the Prism Gare begins to resonate. A pink, otherworldly glow fills the entire lobby!

Silas Prescott: Ladies and gentleman… welcome to the future!

Just as the crowd erupts in applause, an explosion thunders from overhead! The overhead skylight bursts inward, showering the room with shards of glass!

Silas Prescott: What the hell? Security!

Santiago: Everyone, stay calm!

Four masked men carrying fully-automatic rifles rappel down into the lobby from the roof.

Criminal: Everyone on your knees. This is a robbery!

Lead Gunman: Nobody does anything stupid, nobody has to die! So pretty, pretty please… do something stupid!

Alert: Oh… Oh crap!

#hero #choices hero #choices #playchoices #bad choices

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saymoretv · 2 years ago

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- I recently watched a ‘Youtube essay’ (?) on New Found Glory’s third album ‘Sticks and Stones’ with the thesis being that it was their most important album in their 25 years(?) as a band. It was certainly a very important album to me, and perhaps my first real experience of the (old?) music fandom pipeline of ‘getting into band -> being excited for, then enjoying new album -> seeing them live’. It definitely left its mark as did many of the band’s music videos.

- I could go off on one about how it blew my tiny teenage mind that Rachel Cook was in the Dressed to Kill video, or I could rant about how I dislike the weird ass steampunk / carnivalesque treatment of the All Down Hill From Here video or the general off-key, mid 00′s aesthetics of It’s Not Your Fault, but in a bid to not let too many posts on this thing be some nostalgic, rose-tinted look back on my teenage years, I thought it worth checking out and reflecting on some of their more ‘recent’ output with this video for Greatest of All Time.

- As someone who, it’s safe to say, has grown apart from the band in the past decade or so, it’s kinda comforting to hear that their sound is largely unchanged. In fact, musically it seems a lot more in line with their early 00′s, Self-titled album era of, fast, melodic-hardcore influenced pop-punk rather than their later 00′s bouncier, hardcore, or should I say ‘Easycore’, style on Catalyst and Tip of the Iceberg. Honestly speaking though, whilst somewhat comforting, I don’t love the song. It feels a bit cynically constructed and doesn’t have that nervous, youthful (unsurprisingly) energy of a newer band like Anxious.

- The video is perhaps more intriguing than the music. Some classic NFG video motifs are still there even 20 years down the line: rambunctious, direct to camera live performance, crowd surfing, young (hetero / cis gendered) romance storyline, etc. However, the band probably playing a secondary role to the young and diverse looking characters doing all the classic, cool subcultural things: skateboarding, graffiti and tattoos, albeit in a very Gen-Z guise. It seems like there was more of a concerted effort to make this video, and by proxy the band, seem ‘cool’ to a younger audience. A risky decision given the age of the band and also quite odd given that, even in their early years, the band was more likely to come goofy or silly, more so than cool, in their videos.

- I guess what I find interesting, and perhaps cynical, is the quite obvious attempt by the band to reconnect with the renewed mainstream popularity of Pop-punk. The title of the song is obviously paying homage to the band’s deep credentials within the genre and the video seems like a clear play to connect NFG with a younger audience; those coming to this new wave of Pop-punk via Machine Gun Kelly rather than Blink 182. In this way the video is perhaps pitching for the kind of crowd the band wants, rather than the (ageing) one they perhaps still have.

- I guess when you’ve been a band long enough to have made it though a twenty year pop-culture cycle (albeit a guitarist down for some pretty creepy behaviour with underage girls), why shouldn’t you be allowed to reap the fruits of your labour? Also, maybe ditching the goofiness (which often times could turn into or read as sketchiness - another reason the band is now a four piece instead of a five) is a pretty smart move for guys well into their 40s. I just feel bad for any 16 years old who watch this video expecting a NFG glory show to look like they this, when in actual fact it’ll be ageing Millenials like me and my secondary school mates that I see once a year, muttering along, drinking over priced beers, standing a safe distance back from the stage and groaning about how bands aren’t as good as they were in 2002.

#new found glory #greatest of all time #music video #pop punk #sticks and stones #catalyst #blink 182 #nfg #drive thru records #epitaph records

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bynkii · 6 years ago

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Y’all are weak

(this was originally published on Medium on 31 Jan. 17)

Lemme tell you about a hardcore refugee situation, at least for the United States...

As I’ve talked about before in various places, I grew up in Miami. My family moved there when I was three years old. Had my 3rd birthday on the train from Chicago. I joined the Air Force in 1986, and started basic on Halloween of 1986. (Never start basic on Halloween. TRUST ME.)

So I lived in Miami between 1970 and 1986, with a few years in the very early 90s (Fuck You Andrew.)

Which means I was living in Miami in 1980, which was kind of a banner year in many ways. Arthur McDuffie and the Liberty City riots. Y’all don’t even start to try to call the folks not being “nice” to the cops in Fergeson a riot. If that’s what you call a riot, you’re young, or lucky. It was also the year that a union, of all things, led by Lech Walesa started the strikes that would eventually overturn the communist government of Poland.

(Yeah. A union did that. You millenial techies just learning how to organize? Go talk to the unions. They know how to do that shit.)

And starting on April 15th, a little thing called the Mariel Boatlift happened. Between 15 April and 31 October 1980, just under one hundred twenty five thousand people fled Cuba for Miami. According to the 1980 census, Miami had a population of 346,681 in Miami proper, and 1,625,781 in Miami-Dade county overall.

Ponder that for a second. In the space of four months, depending on how you count, a number of refugees between 7% and 35% of the total Miami (Dade) population just showed up. Here, the breakdown from Wikipedia:

None of them were vetted. Shit, Castro was emptying out his jails. You think Trump’s imaginary Syrian terrorists are bad? Do. Not. Make. Me. Laugh. Here, more numbers. Murder Rates in Miami in the 1980s:

1980: 573

1981: 621

1985: 434

Sorry for missing some years, overall numbers are a pain in the ass to find. But I want you to look at something, specifically 1981. 621 murders. in 2016, Chicago, a city with as of 2010, had a population of just under ten million people had something like 762 murders, and people are freaking the fuck out. Miami, just over a tenth the size of Chicago at the time had almost that many murders.

As best I can tell, everyone in my graduating class had seen at least one dead body. Quite a few of us had witnessed the transition. Shit was weird. In the mid 1980s, this happened:

“Consider this real-life scene: A twenty-two-year-old Miami cop encounters a man strolling at dawn in a quiet neighborhood. The man is naked and carrying the severed head of a young woman. He throws the head at the cop — twice. “I killed her. She’s the devil!” the man shouts. What does that young cop say to the people who ask how his day went?”

Excerpt From: Edna Buchanan. “The Corpse Had a Familiar Face.” iBooks. https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-corpse-had-a-familiar-face/id381566184?mt=11

Her name was Drew. I never knew her last name. We worked together, along with her roommate, at the newsstand in the Coral Gables Bus Terminal. She was funny, sarcastic, put up with no one’s shit, and tried to help me not be such a dweeb. If I am being honest, I had a crush on her, but I was far too scared to let her know. I think she knew anyway.

One fine day, her boyfriend came back from California with something terribly wrong inside, and she was dead. Didn’t even make the front page. It was pre-cell phone, pre-social media. I didn’t even know it had happened, until I saw her roommate a while later, and we were catching up and I said, “So how’s Drew doing?”

Awwwwkward.

It took me a while to convince her that I honestly hadn’t heard, I didn’t know and oh god, I am so sorry for saying that, even out of ignorance. But think about this for a minute:

A cop and an insane person played “hot potato” with Drew’s goddamned head, and it wasn’t even front page news.

That kind of shit is what happens when someone dumps the contents of their jails on you. Not all prisoners in Cuba were political. Some were just scary. To this day, I can’t watch “Scarface”. Too much of it isn’t exaggeration.

I remember because in the fall of 1980, I started 9th grade, and no one was ready for the change in the school demographics. But it happened. The crime rate skyrocketed, shit was so weird that those of us who grew up in Miami in that time can only really relate to people from NYC in the 1970s and LA in the 1990s.

And, we got through it. We figured it out. We arrested the bad folks, and the good folks were awesome. (There was some interesting things going on between the “Marielitos” and the folks who’d come over in the 1960s. A lot of it was not good.) Along the way, whatever culture I was “from”, a lot of it was Cuban. I didn’t live in some honkie enclave, behind gates, only venturing out in tremulous groups.

Shit, my family didn’t even have a car, I rode the bus, or I walked. And, I wasn’t really messed with. I saw fucked up shit, and I saw amazing stuff. I went to parties on Star Island that I only vaguely remember. I was introduced to a plethora of drugs and mostly ignored it all. I totally flunked out of college, but I don’t feel too bad about it. Ultimately, it was one of the best things that happened to me.

I became a person from a single city that had combined two countries, which is why I think the regular freakouts over spanish is so stupid. Mostly because shit, I don’t even know how to order Cuban food in English. What the fuck even is that? It’s Picadillo y maduros y Materva, not ground beef and spices over rice and fried rotting plantains and Yerba Mate soda. Christ, can you imagine ordering Ropa Vieja in English? “Yes, I’d like some old clothes over rice please.”

Sigh.

The point is, we actually had shit going down for a decade after Mariel. We had a murder rate that was literally multiple times the murder rate of the rest of the country in terms of per capita. We beat NYC a few times. (…yay?…)

What we didn’t do was hide in the fucking closet and cry. We didn’t ban Cuban immigrants. We didn’t tremble before the terrifying might of a fucking five-year-old child.

Jesus, the people who are simultaneously bad motherfuckers and terrified of a five-year-old child are all older than me. You can’t blame the millenials for this, this is all baby boomer shit. Probably some GenX in there, some of us are fucking stupid.

Good thing none of them were on 8th street in the 80s, they’d still be shitting their pants.

Stop freaking the fuck out. If one small southern city and county could survive Miami’s version of the 1980s, an entire fucking country will do just fine in the face of the destructive might of a five-year-old child.

Stop being so fucking weak. This is America goddamnit. If you want to be weak and scared, buy a goddamned island and move there. We’ll call it Wussivania and you can wall it the fuck off from everything. But stop being weak. Ain’t no one got time for that.

#movedoverfrommedium

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seharker-blog · 6 years ago

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Education of Memorable History in a Post 9/11 World; or, “We Care, You’re Just Not Telling the Story Right.”

Every year on September 11 I make a usually long-winded Facebook post about my thoughts on the event and the way we regard it however many years after the event, because every year the perspective on it seems to change. This is an event that occurred when I (and most of my friends) were in our early grade school years, and as such it’s treated with a level of tragedy from people who are older than me because it’s assumed most of us either don’t remember it or don’t care. As with most things that are new in our time (cell phones, laptops, social media, plague-like anxiety and depression), older generations assume that Millenials and Gen Z have a severe and fatal case of Just Not Getting It when it comes to the severity of September 11.

I was born on March 23, 1996. I was five years old on September 11, 2001, and I have spent much of my life studying and struggling to understand the tragedy and the implications of it to the best of my ability. Let’s dive in.

I don’t own as many books on the subject as I used to, but for today I’ll be referencing the CBS News book “What We Saw,” released in 2002 with a foreword by Joe Klein in 2011.

On the morning of September 11, 2001, I was in my kindergarten class, probably reciting the ABC’s or practicing counting by 5′s. The event didn’t reach me until later in the afternoon, because I went from school at 12:45 to go to my grandparents’ (who took care of me while my parents were at work) house. My grandfather watched TVLand, my grandmother watched Law & Order, and my three- and seven-year-old cousins were not going to turn on the news to see what was happening. When my father arrived to pick me up at around 4:30, he was baffled that my grandparents had no idea what had happened. He took me home, called my usual babysitter (who lived next door) to come distract me while he kept an eye on the news, and waited for my mother to get home.

When she got home, they stood in the front hallway and hugged each other for a while. I wasn’t there to see it as my babysitter was doing a great job at keeping me away from them. They talked about the implications of a major terrorist attack on our country, considered what this would mean for our future, and eventually went outside to sit on the porch swing and think about what would come next. That day often feels like it lived within its own bubble, as though everything slowed to a halt for the day while everyone took their own time to process what was happening. 3,000 people were dead, and what their deaths would mean for the future of the world was beyond our comprehension.

I ran into the living room that night about an hour after my mother got home. My parents were sitting on the couch watching the news. At first I thought they were watching a movie (apparently I thought it was Independence Day), but they rebuffed this and told me it was the news. Then I believed it was downtown Cincinnati, where a great aunt of mine lived, and started to lose it. They sat me down and told me about what happened, choosing transparency over sheltering, because they believed I needed to understand.

What you need to understand about young people is this: We will care passionately about the things you allow us to care about.

The reason I remember 9/11 is because my parents chose to inform me rather than protect me. If you treat younger people like actual people willing to learn and understand, they will.

The decision to tell me about what happened on 9/11 shaped who I would become. My fascination with history and the nature of mankind began with sitting on the couch with my parents to watch the news about what happened. The sight of smoke rising into the air and filling the impossibly blue sky with a thick haze is something I will never forget. Papers were fluttering through the air, smothering the ground in a deafening silence that would last, it seemed, until the fires from the towers were finally put out in December of 2001.

Oh yeah. In case you didn’t know, the fires from the towers burned until December of 2001. Exactly 100 days after the attacks, the fires were extinguished on December 20. The fences surrounding Ground Zero were covered with missing posters, people stood by the site every day praying that their loved ones would be pulled from the rubble. The death toll on that day was 2,996. Thousands of bodies were pulled from the rubble of the towers, the Pentagon, and the burning hole in the ground that was left by Flight 93. The most recent body to be identified was in July of this year (2018). There are, right now, 1,111 bodies that have yet to be identified.

September 11, 2001 is the most prolific day in my own personal history. It shaped so much of who I am now that I don’t know who I would be if I’d walked into the living room, asked my parents “Are you watching a movie?” and they’d simply chosen to say yes. I was given an unprecedented chance to show my parents that I cared. That I could rise to the occasion and choose to be informed about the tragic events that occurred that day. I, a five-year-old kindergartner who was only just learning how to read, was allowed a chance to be a person before I was dismissed as a child.

That is why I care. That is why I feel so impassioned about not only 9/11, but about current events from the time of 9/11 until today. Because my parents, the people responsible for instilling a love of learning in my still-forming brain, decided that they needed to do just that. They let me be an adult in a five-year-old’s body for the day, and as a result I have a passion for learning that I often see the older generation crying that my generation does not have.

Passion and interest are not inherent (at least not in most of the cases I’ve seen). They need to be drawn out of people when they’re young or oftentimes they will never come out. If you feel disdain towards young people in regards to their attitude toward 9/11, I want you to think about the way they were told about the event when they were young, if they were told at all. Did you inform your children of what exactly went on? How old were they when they knew they had lived through it? Did you give them the chance to have a real impression of the event, or do you only complain because they “just don’t get it” now that it’s 17 years in the past? Did you allow them a chance to have a feeling about this very harsh reality before you blamed them for not caring?

My parents are divorced now. After more than 20 years of marriage, they just couldn’t be happy with each other anymore. The reasons why don’t matter now, what’s important is that two very different people with two very different views on the world came together to create a person whom they wanted to not just be a good kid, but a good person with real views on the world that they could formulate based on the experiences they had in their formative years. My parents didn’t get lucky that I was an eager learner who wanted to be informed. They instilled this attitude in me during the most tragic day they’d ever lived through. They breathed in, considered their options, and on the exhale brought me into the living room as a member of the family who needed to know more.

We aren’t stupid. We aren’t apathetic or vapid. We just need to be given the chance to understand. We just need to hear from you that you care about us caring about the world, and we will, undoubtedly, care.

So stop blaming young people for the decisions you didn’t make when they were children. We can’t control the people you raised us to be. We want to care. We desperately, rabidly want to be part of the adult world with adult feelings and opinions from a young age and your reluctance to allow us is not our fault when we grow up and have no passion about the events of the past. That’s on you.

Tell the story better. Allow your children a chance to care, and they will.

I promise.

#personal #9/11

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maria-rosa-grad602dp2 · 3 years ago

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Research on millenials and arts and craft

http://www.focusingfuture.com/me-consumer/hand-crafting-the-future/

"Crafting is no longer only what grandmas do but has gained popularity in Millennials and Generation Y. Research from the Association of Creative Industries has shown that crafters are currently younger than they have been before with the largest part, 41%, being Millennials who are 18-36 years old. It is a way for them to express themselves, be creative, spend time with family and friends as well as possibly a job for some."

"Technology has not been forgotten despite the need to create something physical. Millennials and Generation Y find inspiration from apps like Pinterest, Instagram and YouTube. Pinterest can be described as a digital bulletin board where users can browse photos for inspiration and create lists and mood boards. The company has 291 million monthly active users and is currently the 5th most popular social networking app in the US, right after social media giants such as Facebook, Instagram and Twitter."

"The crafting community continues to grow online as artists and hobbyists share their masterpieces back in Pinterest, Instagram and YouTube, where they first found their inspiration. As mentioned, these online platforms create a place where users can feel like they belong as they share their passions with likeminded others. Another reason for hand crafters to put their work online is simply to get some pocket money."

"It is clear that human creativity is not going anywhere but is simply realised in new ways as materials and technologies offer new solutions for creative outlets. The current trends are moving forward as people are trying to balance the use of technology and physical crafts and it is evident that form creative projects will change with the developments of human culture. It is still a mystery how emerging technologies will shape the products we make, but there is no doubt that humans will always need ways to express themselves in some meaningful and appropriate ways."

https://www.stylus.com/crafty-millennials

"Nearly three in five older US millennials (aged 30 to 39) use online videos to learn an art or craft skill, according to an April 2016 report from London-based market research firm Mintel.

The survey also found that two in five (39%) Americans use YouTube, while 33% browse Pinterest and 31% conduct online searches for crafting inspiration. A further 45% also reported selling an art or craft project they made through an online shop last year."

"Savvy brands will use this emerging opportunity to engage with key consumer groups, eager to enhance, learn and share skills online. For more about the consumers hungry to build their skillsets."

https://www.ft.com/content/6a51a6a8-228c-11ea-b8a1-584213ee7b2b

I feel like I’m a child again,” she said, while kneading the clay. She says her new-found hobby allows her to “tap into a part of my brain that isn’t allowed to come out at work . . . for me, drawing is work so it’s hard to get out of that mindset when I pick up a piece of charcoal.” “It’s very relaxing,” added another, smoothing over their hand-built bowl with a tiny sponge in the same way one would bathe a baby."

With handmade stuff you understand the love and time that went into them. It’s a slow revolution

From this research I found:

While we focus on millennials as our target market we aim to seek deeper into why this generation is so obsessed with the craft if making.

Through this research I have discovered that within this market 41%, being Millennials. It is a way for them to express themselves, be creative, spend time with family and friends as well as possibly a job for some. Nearly three in five older US millennials (aged 30 to 39) use online videos to learn an art or craft skill, according to an April 2016 report from London-based market research firm Mintel.

Millennials rely on social media and the internet to find new inspiration and seek possibility and success, with the most popular platforms being pinterest, tiktok and instagram.

one person of interest states" With handmade stuff you understand the love and time that went into them. It’s a slow revolution".

It is clear that human creativity is not going anywhere but is simply realised in new ways as materials and technologies offer new solutions for creative outlets. The current trends are moving forward as people are trying to balance the use of technology and physical crafts and it is evident that form creative projects will change with the developments of human culture.

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thedigitalpen · 7 years ago

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10 Questions Tag!

Thanks to @kittykatsandbox for the tag and the questions!

1. What is something you would buy on a regular basis if you didn’t have to worry about the cost?

This could be anything ‘cos if I didn’t have to worry about the cost, I could be buying interesting food items, tech, games, makeup, manga, books, alcohol, cars, flights around the world etc. on a regular basis. Don’t underestimate my avarice! Lol!

2. What kind of stories do you like? I mainly read manga but if we’re talking about fiction books then I guess I’ve always liked stuff with a bit of a supernatural edge to it - Stephen King, John Saul etc. And one of my favourite books is “American Gods” by Neil Gaiman.

3. How important is a smile? If you’re working in retail then yes, it can be important. Also if you’re buying from a store it doesn’t hurt to smile/be pleasant with the cashier. But otherwise, whether one smiles or not isn’t that important since it’s something that should happen in an involuntary way anyway.

4. Do you use a mousepad? If so, what’s on it? At work - nope. At home - sort of. It’s not a mousepad but is actually the keyboard cover for my laptop so it’s just plain black.

5. Is there something you tried out of curiosity and ended up liking a lot? I think most things you end up liking are initially tried out of curiosity. For me, some of these include anime, manga, reading/watching BL, asian food, most forms of music, gaming, blogging. There’s others but let’s leave it at this for now.

6. What’s the thing you’ve been into the longest? Probably liking the Backstreet Boys. I don’t really listen to their stuff anymore because my other interests have overridden this but they’re still somewhere in my stratosphere of interest and have been since 1997, when I first started to like them.

7. What’s the creepiest video you’ve ever seen? I wouldn’t say it was a video, per se... but a video game. Does that count? ‘Cos in that case it would have to be the demo version of Hideo Kojima’s Silent Hill PT that will never be fully realised or released (thanks Konami). It was possibly the creepiest game I’ve ever played and of course I played it at night with all the lights turned off.

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8. What’s the most difficult thing you’ve ever had to learn? Organic chemistry in university. I didn’t do chemistry in high school but it was a prerequisite for the courses I would be doing later on so I had to take it. Learning chem from scratch was something else. The other thing that was also awful to learn was regular high school maths - the algebra side of things was always worse for me.

9. What was the last thing you were proud of yourself for? Nothing significant, really. I guess I take pride in being able to conquer culinary challenges like cooking traditional Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Indian, Italian etc. dishes.

10. Think of five people. What are the five things you associate with them? @dildoburando - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, Yowamushi Pedal, RuPaul’s Drag Race, classic BL (like Zetsuai, Ai no Kusabi etc.) and scanlation stuff. @kittykatsandbox - Nishikawa and everything related to him (arms and thighs included), fan fiction writing, classical art (Egyptian, Greek, Roman etc.), gaming (Nintendo, Pokemon, Skyrim, Final Fantasy, Fallout etc.) and Castlevania (esp. Alucard). @classic-phan - Detective Conan, Gintama, shiba-inu doggos, millenial suffering and tea.

@sakurawatching - pink, sakura, beautiful scenery/landscapes, Japanese aesthetic and yoyothericecorpse posts. And then most of my irl friends pretty much inspire the same thoughts - gaming, anime, manga, food and working in retail (because we went through the struggle together).

Now as for questions:

1 - If you could live somebody else’s life for a day, who would it be and what would you do?

2 - Would money be able to buy you happiness?

3 - If you could live in another place for a year, where would you go and what would you do?

4 - What’s your go-to midnight snack?

5 - You get into an elevator and your favourite celebrity is there. Who is it and what do you do during the ride? If you chat with that person, what do you talk about?

6 - If you could time travel to another era, which would it be and why? Is there anything in particular you would want to do there?

7 - If you could get cast into your favourite movie, what role would you take and what would the character be like/do?

8 - What is your favourite smell?

9 - When you hear your favourite song, do you sing/hum along (even if it’s super quietly) even if you’re in a place with other people or where other people can see, e.g. driving in your car?

10 - What was your favourite childhood tv show? Can be a series, cartoon, variety show, game show, whatever.

I tag the people I mentioned above and anyone else that wants to do it and/or has the time! Enjoy!

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