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a34trgv2 · 1 month ago

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Top 10 Best Cartoon Theme Songs

#10. Ben 10 Theme by Moxy (Ben 10): Kicking off our list is the theme for one of the most iconic 2000s cartoons. In addition to perfectly conveying the overall premise of the show, Ben 10's theme does an excellent job pumping up up for the exciting show ahead. With Moxy's hypnotic vocals, lively music, and snappy lyrics, this song feels as out of this world as Ben's aliens.

#9. Danny Phantom Theme by Deric Battise: There's 2 things most people agree online about Danny Phantom: it's Butch Hartman's best show and it's got an awesome theme song. From the iconic opening base line to Deric Battise's informative and catchy rap, this song captures the ecstatic tone of the show while also providing just enough context to the backstory. Of all the songs made by Butch's frequent collaborator, Guy Moon, this is most certainly my favorite.

#8. Atomic Betty Theme by Tajja Isen (Atomic Betty): Atomic Betty wouldn't be on any other best list I make because it's such a badly made show that doesn't do it's premise justice. The one thing it has going for it is its exhilarating theme song. It's upbeat, has clever lyrics, and Tajja Isen has excellent vocals. The theme song makes the show out to be such an action packed space adventure. I just wish the show was as good as the theme song.

#7. Can We Fix It? by Neil Morrissey (Bob the Builder): Bob the Builder is such an optimistic and determined man that it only makes sense that his theme song be optimistic and determined. In addition to giving the main characters a proper introduction, the song also has a great message about working together and a can-do attitude. Neil Morrissey provides excellent vocals and you can hear the passion in his voice as he sings the chorus.

#6. Little Einsteins Theme by Jesse Goldberg, Harrison Chad, Emma Straus, and Philip Trencher (Little Einsteins): Among Playhouse Disney's shows, Little Einsteins stood out by teaching kids about classical art and music. Speaking of the latter, the thene song captures the feeling of exploration and encouraging the audience to come along for the ride. With such a catchy chorus, engaging lyrics, and an orchestral soundtrack, this song gets me to sing along everytime I listen to it. And yes, I do make the revving sound with the kids and it always puts a smile on my face.

#5. Iron Man: Armored Adventures Theme by Rooney (Iron Man: Armored Adventures): At the height of the first Iron Man film's popularity came the animated show by Method Animation. The show might not be as iconic as the movie, but the theme song is exactly Tony's style. It's got an amazing guitar riff, inspiring lyrics, and Rooney's frontman, Robert Schwartzman, goes hard on the chorus. I 100% buy that Tony would not only approve this song, but he'd be the one to commission it to promote his superhero persona.

#4. We Are The Crystal Gems by Estelle, Michelle Dietz, Deedee Mango Hall, and Zach Callison (Steven Universe): It may be on the shorter side for cartoon theme songs, but every second of this song is nothing short of magical. From the ukulele being the main instrument, to the earnesty of the lyrics, this song exemplifies what this show is all about. Steven, the Gems, saving the day, and never giving up.

#3. What's New, Scooby-Doo Theme by Simple Plan (What's New, Scooby-Doo?): This decades long running franchise has had a number of theme songs that fit their respective show. Yet my personal favorite of these has got to be What's New, Scooby-Doo's theme song. With a rockin' guitar riff, clever lyrics, and Simple Plan going hard all the way til the end, this song makes it clear that Scooby and the gang are back and ready for whatever comes next.

#2. Call Me, Beep Me! by Christina Milian (Kim Possible): Nothing gets you more pumped for an epic spy show than with a remarkable and catchy theme song. With catchy lyrics, an excellent bass line, and Christina Milian's owning every verse, this song perfectly introduces Kim Possible and what makes her such a great heroine.

#1. Through My Own Eyes by Aaron Carter and Kayla Hinke (Libery's Kid): When making this list, I knew there was but one song to take the top spot and that was Through My Own Eyes. Not only is this brilliantly sung with the late great Aaron Carter providing an excellent rap, but it also has powerful lyrics that convey hope for a better tomorrow. This song is especially relevant in today's society as we could definitely use some hope and remind ourselves what our founding fathers fought for.

Conclusion: These theme songs really excel at getting me excited for the cartoon. They have such great production values, catchy lyrics, and brilliant vocals, I give them a listen on YouTube all the time. Honorable mentions include Today Is Gonna Be A Great Day by Bowling For Soup (Phineas and Ferb), Rescue Rangers Theme by Jeff Pescetto (Chip n' Dale: Rescue Rangers), SpongeBob SquarePants Theme by Patrick Pinney, and CatDog Theme by Peter Hannan. And that's not even getting into the best anime themes, which will be on their own list. What are your favorite cartoon theme songs? Sound off in the comments and I'll see you next time ;)

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deadless-corpse · 7 months ago

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How else am I supposed to leak @the-belle-siblings address?

Alex, Sylve, Sir, and Sunny are all ridiculously cracked at competitive geoguesser

Alex: @evilassistantbutnotmean

Sylve: @vaporeon2010317

Sir: @sirlordevil

Sunny: @deadless-corpse

#chad harrison #the belle siblings

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vexic929 · 21 days ago

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Karaoke Night

Caitlin and Hartley should've been besties so I'm fixing that~

Warnings: drunk shenanigans, Hartley being Hartley

"Do you have plans?"

Caitlin's question was blurted with a haste that told Hartley she hadn't thought about it before asking. He raised an eyebrow, turning to face her, and crossed his arms, tilting his head curiously.

"Why?"

Caitlin chewed her lip nervously. "You helped us with the Time Wraith so I thought-"

"You thought I needed a gold star and a pat on the head," he said dryly, looking at her over his glasses. "Snow, I don't need your gratitude, least of all in the form of off-key screeching and bad beer."

Caitlin sighed, shifting her weight between her heels. "I just thought it might be fun," she said, her voice dipping just slightly into something softer. "You like music, don't you?"

Hartley set his jaw but he couldn't argue. He did like music. He loved it. It was the one thing in his life that had always made sense, the one thing that had never abandoned or disappointed him - unlike his family, unlike Harrison. His love for music had been the first thing he'd ever shared with another person and it had been the first thing taken from him when the particle accelerator had left his ears a raw, unfiltered mess.

But Caitlin didn't know that. Not really. She knew facts. She didn't know the weight of them.

"Fine," he said at last, uncrossing his arms. "But if you drag me to some heteronormative hellscape playing nothing but top 40 I will be forced to cause a scene."

Caitlin's lips twitched. "Noted."

The moment they stepped inside Caitlin's chosen venue, Hartley stopped dead in the doorway, nose wrinkling in instant disapproval. It smelled of cheap beer and grease, filled with the kind of people who thought badly belting Journey was a personality trait. A television mounted in the corner displayed a football game. A football game.

"Absolutely not," he said, turning on his heel so abruptly that Caitlin nearly ran into the door frame trying to keep pace.

Caitlin frowned, heels clicking on the pavement as she rushed to catch up. "It doesn't seem that bad-"

Hartley interrupted. "Do you know how many more interesting things I could be doing with my night than listening to off-key renditions of Sweet Caroline while some frat boy named Chad yells at a screen? I could be alphabetizing my records. I could be stabbing myself in the eye."

Caitlin sighed and rolled her eyes as Hartley marched back out onto the street. "Fine," she said, arms crossed. "Where do you suggest, then?"

Hartley's first choice, a place called The Eighth Note, was everything the previous bar wasn't. The lighting was moody, casting the whole place in a dim violet glow, and the sound system was, at the very least, tolerable. The clientele was a mix of drag queens, theatre kids, and impeccably dressed professionals who knew the exact right amount of cologne to wear. A glittering disco ball hung overhead and the air smelled like citrus cocktails instead of sweat and stale beer.

"This," Hartley said, gesturing at the lounge with a flourish, "is an acceptable karaoke bar."

Caitlin rolled her eyes but didn't argue, instead making a beeline for the bar. Hartley followed, ordering something stiff and complicated while Caitlin got some ridiculous sugary mess that Hartley was fairly certain had more garnishes than actual alcohol.

The first hour was spent mocking performances (Hartley) and giggling at them (Caitlin). Hartley had an acute appreciation for music, which meant he had very strong opinions on just about everything, and he wasn't shy about sharing them, delivering scathing critiques worthy of a venomous music professor. He winced through a particularly egregious cover of Whitney Houston, clicking his tongue.

"Some people," he said, taking a slow sip of his drink, "should have their vocal cords revoked."

Caitlin snorted into her glass. "Oh, come on. It's karaoke. It's supposed to be fun."

"I'm sorry, do you like having your ears assaulted?" Hartley asked dryly.

"Well then, why don't you get up there?" Caitlin countered.

By the time Hartley relented and let Caitlin drag him on stage, he was several drinks deep, warm with the pleasant buzz of alcohol and the even more surprising buzz of genuine enjoyment. He hadn't expected to have fun. He certainly hadn't expected to get along with Caitlin Snow and yet here they were - her clutching his arm with tipsy enthusiasm as he flipped through the list of songs at the DJ booth.

Hartley scanned the list of songs with a critical eye, humming thoughtfully. "If we're doing this, it has to be something with actual musical integrity."

Caitlin, leaning heavily on his shoulder in tipsy determination, pointed dramatically at the screen. "Ooh! What about Total Eclipse of the Heart? It's dramatic, it's emotional, and it's a duet!"

Hartley shot her a withering look. "I will throw myself into the sun before I sing Bonnie Tyler in public."

Caitlin pouted, undeterred. "Fine, Bohemian Rhapsody?"

"Five and a half minutes of vocal acrobatics? Are you trying to kill me? Besides, nobody should be singing Bohemian Rhapsody other than Freddie Mercury," Hartley replied, flipping the page.

"Ooh! Spice Girls!" Caitlin suggested with delight as she spotted Wannabe on the list.

"I am nowhere near drunk enough for that." Hartley refused automatically.

Caitlin hummed in thought, then jabbed a finger at a title. "Oh! What about Take Me or Leave Me?"

Hartley gave her a slow, assessing glance. "You're suggesting we sing Rent. At a gay bar. Bold choice."

Caitlin grinned, nudging his arm. "C'mon, it'd be fun. Plus, it's a duet and I know you'll sound incredible even if I don't."

Hartley exhaled sharply, torn between his better judgment and the persuasive nudge of alcohol. "Fine," he relented. "But if you butcher this, I will disown you as a drinking companion."

The moment the music started, Hartley knew this was a mistake. Caitlin launched into the first verse with the kind of enthusiasm that could almost, almost make up for her utter lack of pitch control. She was loud. She was off-key. She was entirely too confident about both.

And yet - somewhere between Caitlin absolutely butchering the first verse and Hartley dramatically taking over the chorus like some Broadway lead who'd been born for the spotlight - something shifted. The crowd, half of whom were also pleasantly drunk, cheered them on. Hartley, against his better judgment, got caught up in the moment, his voice effortlessly soaring over Caitlin's chaotic enthusiasm.

By the time the night wound to a close, they were both tipsy - Hartley a little more relaxed, Caitlin a lot more giggly. They were leaned against the bar, enjoying a slightly pitchy rendition of a Cher song, when Caitlin had a realization.

"You know," Caitlin said, stirring the dregs of her drink with a straw, "you're not as much of an asshole as you pretend to be."

Hartley arched a brow over his glass. "How dare you."

She laughed, adjusting on her stool and nearly slipping off. Hartley caught her elbow automatically.

"I mean it," she continued, eyes glassy but sincere. "You act like you think you're above everyone but you care. You do."

Hartley tsked, downing the last of his drink. "Don't psychoanalyze me, Snow."

Caitlin shot him a grin, setting her glass to the side and digging in her purse. Her grin quickly turned into a grimace as she pulled her phone out.

"Oh god, is that the time? It cannot be two in the morning already."

"Two in the morning," Hartley repeated flatly. "Fantastic. How do you propose we get home then? You certainly can't drive in this state, and I-" He gestured vaguely at himself. "-refuse to subject myself to the horrors of the Central City late-night bus system."

Caitlin hummed, tapping at her phone. "We could call Barry."

Hartley let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Oh yes, excellent idea. I'd absolutely love to owe the resident superhero a favor. No thank you."

Caitlin frowned, swaying slightly on her barstool. "He's the fastest option. And he can't possibly be drunk."

"He's the most annoying option," Hartley corrected.

"Okay, then...Cisco?" She suggested brightly.

Hartley groaned, pulling out his wallet to pay his tab. "I stand corrected. Ramon is the most annoying option. Call the superhero."

Caitlin grinned triumphantly though it was short-lived. Hartley pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply through his teeth as Caitlin fumbled with her phone, squinting at the screen like it was a particularly difficult medical journal.

"Barry..." she murmured, holding the device precariously in one hand while she stirred the remnants of her cocktail with the other. "Where is he in my contacts again? I swear I didn't delete him-"

Hartley snatched the phone out of her hand before. "For the love of- give me that."

Caitlin let out an indignant noise but didn't stop him as he scrolled through her recent calls. Barry Allen. There. He hovered over the name, considering.

Calling Barry meant owing him, however indirectly, and Hartley loathed the idea of being indebted to someone he had no interest in keeping in his orbit. Barry was the sort of person who seemingly did things out of the goodness of his heart and that alone made Hartley suspicious.

Caitlin poked his arm with all the force of a slightly inebriated kitten. "It's the green button-"

"I know how to make a phone call, Snow."

Hartley sighed dramatically as he pressed the green button on Caitlin's phone, bringing it up to his ear. The line rang twice before Barry picked up, his voice irritatingly chipper despite the late hour.

"Caitlin? Everything okay?"

Hartley closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose. "No," he drawled, "Snow is risking alcohol poisoning, which means, unfortunately, I have to call you."

A beat of silence. Then, "Hartley?" Barry sounded absolutely perplexed if not slightly worried. "Why are you calling me from Caitlin's phone?"

Hartley looked over at Caitlin, who had her face buried in her arms on the bar, giggling into the crook of her elbow. "Because she's currently too busy trying to merge with the counter," he said. "And because, apparently, you are our best option for a ride home."

Caitlin perked up at that, lifting her head. "Hi, Barry!" She called loudly, her voice slurring just a little. "Hartley and I are best friends now."

Hartley rolled his eyes but he didn't argue. "Come get her before she embarrasses herself further."

"Right, on it. Where are you guys? What about you?" Barry asked and Hartley frowned.

"What about me?" Hartley echoed.

"Do you need help home too?" Barry clarified and Hartley cringed. The last thing he wanted was to give the Flash his home address. Still, he had to admit, he was unfortunately much too drunk to find his way home on his own and Allen would be faster. He refused anyway.

"I can make my own way home."

"Really?" Barry asked and Hartley huffed out an exasperated sound.

"Yes."

"You sure?" Barry pressed.

"Obviously."

"Because it kind of seems like you-" Barry started and Hartley groaned.

"Oh my god, fine," Hartley snapped. "Yes, Allen, I am regrettably in need of a ride home. You can drop Snow off first, though, so the last remnants of my dignity can be preserved for an additional five minutes."

Barry arrived in a streak of yellow lightning only a minute or two later. Caitlin, now fully immersed in an enthusiastic discussion with the bartender about the molecular structure of alcohol, gestured wildly with her nearly empty glass. Hartley, slumped beside her with his arms crossed, looked ready to either pass out or commit a minor crime - possibly both.

Caitlin gasped dramatically, latching onto Barry's arm the moment she saw him. "Barry! Hartley sang Rent with me," she announced. "It was magical."

Barry snorted in amusement, slinging Caitlin's arm over his shoulder, steadying her as she teetered on her heels. In another flash of lightning, he and Caitlin had disappeared, only for Barry to return moments later in the time it took Hartley to blink. "Alright. Where am I taking you?" He asked, turning to Hartley.

Hartley hesitated, the momentary lull allowing his brain to catch up with the situation. He didn't want Barry knowing where he lived, didn't want anyone knowing, really. His apartment was a far cry from the lavish estates he'd grown up in and he had no interest in subjecting himself to pity.

Barry must have sensed his hesitation because he softened. "I'll drop you off wherever you want. No questions."

Hartley narrowed his eyes, searching Barry's face for any hint of condescension. He found none - just quiet sincerity, which was almost worse.

"Fine," Hartley muttered. "But if you tell anyone about this-"

"I won't," Barry assured him.

Hartley rattled off his address and had barely enough time to grumble something about "the absolute indignity" of needing to be princess-carried home before the world blurred into streaks of golden lightning and he was deposited, slightly dizzier than before, at his front door.

Barry, to his credit, didn't comment on Hartley fumbling with his keys for a solid ten seconds, nor did he say anything when Hartley muttered, "This doesn't make us friends," before finally shoving the door open.

"Noted," Barry replied, a little too brightly. "Drink some water, okay?"

Hartley shut the door in Barry's face.

The second the latch clicked, the apartment fell into blessed, glorious silence. Hartley exhaled, tipping his head back against the door as the night finally caught up with him. His ears were still buzzing slightly from the karaoke, the alcohol, and the general overstimulation of being around people but it wasn't unbearable.

What was unbearable was the way he actually had enjoyed his night.

With Caitlin Snow.

He still didn't like Allen. He still found Ramon unbearable. And he definitely still had a deep-seated grudge against Harrison and, by extension, S.T.A.R. Labs. But Caitlin? Caitlin was tolerable. Even, dare he say, fun.

Hartley was never drinking with Caitlin Snow again.

(He was absolutely drinking with Caitlin Snow again.)

#karaoke night #caitlin snow #hartley rathaway #barry allen #vexic writes #vexic lives #the flash #the flash cw #cw the flash

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changingplumbob · 5 months ago

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Foster Household: Chapter 9, Part 2

CW: Mental Health Struggles - Guide to content warnings

Inside the clinic Carson waited and right on time Dr Hanks showed up.

Dr H: Hello Carson, you found the clinic all right?

Carson: Yeah, I didn’t realise they just converted a house

Dr H: Don’t want to ruin the landscape and many patients feel more comfortable visiting a place that doesn’t look too official. Ah, here he is

Out of one of the rooms came a sim who looked like they belonged on a beach more than in a clinic.

Carson: You sure he’s a good fit Dr Hanks?

Dr H: He is but I’ll let him introduce himself. I’ll see you again if we need to change your prescription okay? Look after yourself Carson

Carson: Thanks

Carson was led into one of the rooms and took a seat, feeling awkward already.

Chad: My name is Chad Harrison, you can call me Chad or C, either is good. My main focus is anxiety disorders

Carson: Disorders

Chad: Disorders are just how we classify them, it’s not a reflection on your character

Carson: I guess

Chad: I’ve coached many a kid through what you’re dealing with Carson, I can help

Carson: Can you make the intrusive thoughts stop

Chad: It’s not as simple a fix as that. It’s about retraining your brain so that when they come up you can deal with them in healthy ways

Carson: So I won’t have to always spend half my day cleaning

Chad: Not at all. It will take time though, your brain has been working one way for so long, it takes time to adjust your thinking but plenty of kids I’ve dealt with can reduce symptoms

Carson: That’d be a relief. Ever since I lost my asthma inhaler I’ve been compelled to clean everything

Chad: Did Dr Hanks explain what OCD is

Carson: Yeah kinda, well the symptoms. Like I’ll get bad thoughts like, I’m going to have an asthma attack and die or my parents will die and my brain thinks if I can just do something like keep my shoes lined up in the wardrobe I can prevent it

Chad: You got it. But talk therapy will be about helping you as a person as well as someone who has OCD

Carson: So we can discuss whatever

Chad: I generally like to start sessions with a bit of catch up talk to help relax you. What’s on your mind today

Carson: My mind? Well, a girl I guess

Chad: Is she your girlfriend

Carson: Well no, I just... I just think she’s really pretty and she’s... she’s been through some stuff but is still going you know

Chad: Are you wanting to tell her how you feel or are you happy admiring from afar

Carson: I don’t know how I feel. I mean I like her and would like to go on a date and hold hands and stuff but... I worry I’m not right

Chad: Because of the anxiety?

Carson: It’s not that, it’s not even the asthma which leaves me looking much rounder than I like. It’s...

Carson really hoped Chad would jump in with exactly what his thoughts were but nope. Guess it was up to him. Damn this was awkward, but it did seem easier to talk to someone that wasn’t his parents. And it would be cold day in hell before he discussed this topic with Reece.

Carson: It’s about woohoo

Chad: I see. Well you are almost 15, it’s very normal to be having those thoughts and acting on them solo or sometimes with a partner at that age

Carson: But see... I was talking to my best mate Onyx and... well I don’t have the same kind of woohoo thoughts they do

Chad: Everyone is an individual, it would strange if you had the exact same type as your friend. Can you tell me what bothers you about having different thoughts?

Carson: Well... Onyx, and my mates Darwin and William, when they... you know... they picture people. I don’t really picture anything, it’s just about like sensations and having an itch I need to scratch that feels good once it happens

Chad: Go on

Carson: And like I never look at anyone and think, oh it could be fun to have woohoo. Like even the girl I like, I’d love to kiss and cuddle and stuff but I don’t look at her and think, I want to woohoo her. What if my brain is just not mature, and will never mature

The counsellor was silent for a moment and Carson felt his anxiety raise. This was clearly a mistake. Chad would think he was a weirdo who didn't deserve help. He should leave.

Chad: Carson have you heard about the asexual spectrum

Carson: The what?

Chad: The asexual spectrum. Probably easier to start more basic, you know how gender is a spectrum?

Carson: Yeah, Onyx is genderfluid and their current pronouns are they/them

Chad: Attraction is also a spectrum

Carson: Yeah I know I’m bi. Mum hoped one of us kids would be pan like her but I feel like bi just fits me better

Chad: What isn’t often made clear to growing kids is that romantic attraction and woohoo attraction are different things, and they don’t have to match. Am I wrong to assume if you identify as bi you have wanted to date boys and girls

Carson: Yeah, especially pretty ones

Chad: Based on what you’ve been saying I think you may be biromantic but fall somewhere on the asexual spectrum, which is part of woohoo attraction

Carson: So I’m not just a wuss?

Chad: You’re not a wuss for not wanting to woohoo, there are plenty of reasons not to in any scenario. Anyone who forces you to woohoo or says you have to is in the wrong, you understand?

Carson: Yeah, I know about consent. But what is an asexual spectrum

Chad: Basically it’s for people who feel less woohoo attraction than the average person. There are some people who need an emotional connection before they’ll feel attracted to their partner in a woohoo way. The spectrum stretches from them all the way to people who never experience woohoo attraction. It doesn’t make you immature to not feel any woohoo attraction, there are many people who identify along the spectrum. As for wuss there are also variants for how touch averse a person is or isn't, and that comes from preference not cowardice

Carson: I’m just worried if I ask her on a date but I don’t want to woohoo I’m like... leading her on

Chad: You’re still young Carson, it’s possible the thought of woohoo hasn’t even crossed her mind. Don't feel like you need to grow up any faster than is comfortable. You said you like her right

Carson: Right

Chad: So there is nothing false in that. Don’t focus on what might happen in the far future, if you want to hold her hand now then you want to hold her hand now. Cross the other bridges when you come to them

Carson: I guess you’re right

Chad: Okay, you ready to start working on the OCD now

Carson: After that conversation it’s bound to be a breeze

Chad: *laughs* That’s the spirit

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