#henny as the best man

[0shewrites0]

It's sucks that we can't have Henrik as Lucas' best person in wedding special. I hope I can see a headcanon about Henrik being his best bro's best person. Is it desperate to ask??

Hi there! It's certainly not desperate to ask! 🫶🏼

Although I have to admit I'm no Henrik expert (unlike @longbobmckenzie), so there's a good chance I'm getting it all wrong.

Anyway, I'm going to focus on Lucas being Henrik's best mate in this scenario. It’s just easier like that 🥲

🤎 puns. You can bet that Henrik constantly makes puns that he thinks are funny, even though they are just annoying (at least according to Lucas, but that man hardly ever finds anything funny that others say anyway 💀😂), such as: “I recognise my place here. A best man is similar to a dead body at a funeral. Of course I’m expected to be there but if I say too much then you, my man, start freaking out” because Lucas would freak out at some point

🤎 his best man speech. Speaking of puns: Henrik will definitely roast his best mate during his best man speech! And he will preface his speech with something that goes something like “it’s been an emotional day, even the cake is in tiers” with a shit-eating grin on his face

🤎 teasing & mischief. Henrik will tease Lucas about how much of a control freak he is, especially on that day. And if Henrik had been Lucas's best man in that wedding special, he would have locked Lucas up in that stupid dove cove himself. 😭😂 Just for fun and to help him "relax a bit", "frown a bit less if he doesn't want his forehead to wrinkle before he turns 30" and just "live a little". But Henrik, being Henrik, wouldn't be able to keep that to himself for long and would most likely give himself away with his sly grin and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes 🥹

🤎 chaos. He would cause as much chaos as possible! He's the best man, and if there's one day he can (actually physically needs to - yes, it’s an itching urge he can’t suppress!) do just that, it's definitely his best friend's wedding, duh

🤎 moissanite stone. We all remember how Henrik teased Lucas about how "it’s all about moissanite stones these days because they have a higher brilliance", right? Henrik was already teasing him about it during the show. So if it's MC that Lucas is marrying and they got together during Love Island, you can bet he'll bring that up again, because you can be sure Lucas gave his fiancée a ring with a spectacular moissanite stone in it 😈

🤎 koala. That being said, Henrik would probably freak out at some point too. I think he's actually a highly sensitive person who picks up on the mood of the people he knows best, and that includes Lucas. So while Lucas is totally losing it (because commitment is still scary for him), it makes Henrik nervous and he tries to be there for Lucas, but in his own way. So he would definitely trap Lucas in some tight hugs, which serve to calm Lucas's nerves, sure. But at the same time, it's about Henrik trying to calm himself down. He'd cling to Lucas's back like a bloody baby koala until Lucas shoves him away with an annoyed look, but at the same time he can't hide the fact that he thinks it's ridiculously cute. He'd probably hiss "bloody melt" under his breath and then ruffle Henrik's hair, at which point the latter would break out into a huge grin 🥹🥹

🤎 support. But apart from that, he would be so supportive! He’s not the best at organising stuff (unless it’s mountain climbing ofc 💀😂), so he’d probably mess up a few things, but he does his best, and you know you can't stay mad at him for long when he looks at you with those damn blue eyes and gives you his best Nordic gods smile that makes your knees go weak

[thewritingpossum]

Good, stay sad bitch!

[iwanty0uu]

“𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟“~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · .

pt2…

A day had passed since you met connie in the auditorium of your physics class, and since you didnt have that class everyday, you decided it would be the best spend time in the library getting a head start on a paper. Your fingers quickly moved along your purple keyboard, eyes focused on the screen making sure to not accidentally delete the second page of your assignment. You were good at focusing but the bald boy wouldn’t stop crossing your mind. “hm” you thought to yourself while picking at the piece of paper with his number on it. It took everything in you to not give in and text him last night, but you stayed strong. Your focus shifted back on your paper determined to finish at least three pages as you thought of treating yourself to Starbucks and catching up on your favorite game, the Sims. “I wonder how he’s holding up in class without me” ..

~ he wasn’t holding up at all actually.

Connie grew restless shifting uncomfortably in his seat waiting for you to enter the large metal auditorium doors, he expected a brown head held up high, looking right at him with big eyes that could easily hypnotize anyone, but instead, he was met with the beady rat eyes of a bald, barley blonde old man. His grey tuxedo was made with that itchy string like material, and his black bow tie sat tightly around his fat red neck. He looked as old as time, and the wrinkles on his face made his lizard like face, made it no prettier. Disappointed, Connie continued to reminisce about yesterday. It was too soon to start missing someone he barley communicated with, he just met you and shared more words on paper with you than he did using his mouth. He couldn’t help but regret not searching you down like a hound yesterday when he had the chance.Not making his situation any better, his friends noticed how antsy Connie was and Connie could already smell their lame ass jokes. “Damn connie, you whipped over a girl you just met? You think you alecia keys or something” Jean asked, opening a Poland spring water bottle and putting it to his lips, when he was suddenly met with a fist in his stomach, causing him to choke. “Bro don’t piss me off, circus pony lookin ass, you just mad cus she noticed me and not your long headed ass.” he said mugging Jean who had tears running down his face, holding his stomach from from the pain now doubling over on his chair.” Well fuck you too” he said slapping the back of Connie’s head, the sound echoed through the room making the brunette girl laugh.

“Sasha i know your big ass not laughing” connie said turning around abruptly “my fault gang” a deadpan looked shot across her face as she put her hands up,“no need to be mean best friend” she said patting his shoulder gently. “Somebody pissed in his Henny this morning” Eren mumbled while finishing the last of his brownie. “You taking edibles at 10 in the morning…did you even drink tea?” “ why so sassy bro? we didn’t tell your girlfriend to skip class” A dark skin boy said putting his pre-rolled blunt in the Calvin Klein pouch that rested over his shoulder. “whatever man..” Connie was stressed, and school was no help, everything reminded him of you, he thought every girl with the same orange purse you had on yesterday could have been you, and scanned every room he entered for your black curls, the deep coconut infused scent of vanilla he noticed when you sat in front of him seemed to be everywhere, he smelled it so much that he thought he was going crazy. So when his friend group mentioned a kickback they were throwing, just for some close friends, he hoped desperately that you would be there. After all it was his life long best friend Sasha’s idea, and she did it because she hasn’t seen connie so strung on a girl in years..literally since his freshman year of high school, and what type of friend would she be if she didn’t use her stalking skills to get her friend the girl of his dreams?

She walked into the library holding her phone and computer, sitting next to a girl with grey leggings and a black essentials hoodie. Her nike socks were stretched a over her ankles,bringing out her Military style retro Jordans.

Her puff was slightly covered by her hoodie while the top still peeked out,and her head rested on her arms on the table, it would be awkward to sit directly next to a sleeping person, so she mindfully placed a chair across from her, began to work. “okay, so mystery girl probably lives in the dorms, imma check the residents list first” she mumbled to herself as the familiar scent of coconut and vanilla swarmed her nose. She furrowed her brows as she lowered the computer screen in front of her, which dimmed the light on her brightened face, the sleeping girl sat up and stretched, picking up the paper on the table and placing it into her pocket. “is that her?” Sasha didn’t have time to question herself, but she did question the girl. “Um excuse me?” she said softly, “I’m sorry if i woke you up but like..aren’t you the pretty girl from my physics class yesterday?” as you stopped packing yourself up and looked at her you remembered the brown haired girl who waved to you ,“you didn’t wake me up girl” you smiled, face stretching as a yawn crept out. “oh shit yea i remember youuu whats your insta i wanna be friends” you said pulling your phone out happily. “damn i love her already” Sasha thought to herself almost forgetting about the link up, “Oh! my friends and I are having a kickback later, and i wanted you to come, ill text you the details okay boo?” Your face lit up quickly and you mentally screamed, you had been waiting for this moment for what felt like your whole life, and trusted the girl even though you didn’t know her name, so it wasn’t a surprise that you showed up in your best ��i put dat shit on” outfit.

Walking into the house, the heavy scent of weed filled your nose, “damn i hope i don’t smell like an eighth after i leave this shit” you texted your best friend Serenity who laughed at your remark. Your light blue jean skirt hugged your waist and barley covered your ass, as the tied black and white, printed baby tee revealed the curve in your back slightly. Your brand new dior converse glistened as it reflected against the light, your small silver Telfar stood pretty around your chest, separating your breasts. Your curly hair was in the same puff from earlier and silver jewelry adorned your ears,neck, nose, arms, and belly button, you love you some jewelry. Greeted by the brunette, which you now know as Sasha, the rest of the crew said their hellos and you made your way to Connie who was occupied talking to some dudes. Eyes looking up, tongue still on the half rolled blunt, a smile didn’t even creep on his face,it flew naturally into its rightful place. He stood up walking to you, spliff in hand and now all perfectly rolled up. His excitement got ahead of him, he didn’t want to seem desperate which he was, so he pretended to dust of his jeans and slow his pace. “Wassup y/n” he said giving you a side hug, “hey connie” you said taking in his scent, he smelled so sexy, your panties dropped right then and there. “i heard Sasha invited you?” he asked as he motioned for you to follow him,”you drink?” he asked pointing towards the Smirnoff pack resting in the cooler. You grabbed one and leaned on the kitchen counter, heart racing in your chest.

You both talked for what seemed like an hour, mingling with the main group and then finding your way back to connie, you weren’t wasted but felt a buzz from the alcohol and weed, making you a little more impulsive than usual. “hey connie, can i call you con?” you asked innocently, the look in your eye made his body stiffen “of course” he said softly, as soft as he possibly could, you looked so delicate and gentle, and was surprised when your staring contest was forced to an end as you stepped closer to him, tugging on his shirt slightly to reach his level, and kissed him. The taste or alcohol mixed with the sweet vanilla taste of your lipgloss, the kiss deepened as his tongue swiftly moved against your bottom lip asking for an entrance, you felt like only you two were in your own universe. Sasha nudged her friend Mikasa who looked up over the kitchen counter and at your make-out session. “Sasha you need to make this fucker pay you for your elite services” she giggles dapping Sasha up. You slyly pulled away from the kiss getting all shy, and stated quietly “ i want a little more privacy..can we do this somewhere else?” You hoped to go all the way for the first time with Connie, but the reminder of the pudge that sat in front of you almost made you change your mind. You simply decided that if he really liked you, he would deal with all of you, even the parts that you disliked. So as you hesitantly followed connie to an empty room, you sucked up all your fear and hoped for the best.

The night was everything but over.

[nerves-nebula]

Going from living in the southern US to moving to the northern US for work is insane bc like. White people seem to think the racism is all down in alabama and kentucky and shit and like. Yeah its there. Theres sundown towns and klan shit and my daddy got his ass beat for looking at a white woman too long.

But up north, man....People are just MEANER about it, idk what it is. Its like theyre more snide. They talk behind their hands and shit. They do the more like...quiet, insideous. They still have klan meetings, theyre just quiet about it. They quietly poison you. They ask me if I like henny or if I'm more of a lean girl and act shocked when I say I dont drink. They stare at a homeless white man and say "oh man he was a veteran, thats awful" but flip and say "ahhh that black dude over theres just a druggie its fine, pass him by."

White folks walk up to me and start like, bitching about the arabs and the indians thinking that because im not one of Them that I'll be on their side and say its okay.

Idk. Its very bittering. I wanted to move up here because I hoped i would escape it. But. Well.

But well indeed!!! I admit I’m not the best at being able to tell when racism is happening to me due to neither of my parents really being able to help me in that regard

(white mom who insists racism doesn’t happen anymore + African dad who is always away and is hyper vigilant about racism but doesn’t exactly understand the intricacies of antiblackness in America. They are both racist against black Americans and I never left the house growing up. also i might be autistic so picking up on when i'm being discriminated against is a bit of a battle too.)

But I do know that when I moved out to the east coast (california to be specific) for art boarding school I wasn’t invited back the next year because there were "concerns about my ability to keep up with the hygienic requirements" AKA: I was too dirty.

The dean of students (who later resigned because we all hated him) said I was dirty to my FACE and blamed me for bedbugs when there was literally no logical way they could have been my fault, and we had a ton of foreign students who could've gotten them while traveling, and they were also in dorms I’d never so much as stepped foot in. I was one of very few black students on that campus and I'd never been called fucking DIRTY to my FACE by a group of white people who acted as if that was a totally reasonable thing to say- and been blamed for something i could not possibly have done- by a member of my schools faculty before.

edit: got this on april 10th and saved it as a draft, then forgot to publish it.. sorry king !!

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

I FORGOR. CREATURES FOR U ALSO!!!! NON-GORT edition for variety :33 so many light/dark coded pairs & not even on purpose. they just hang out like that..... also our neighbor got chickens & they r SO CUTE.... me seeing a weird lil black chicken: oh my god... just like henny from hit ap podcast prime defenders....

OMG ARE THOSE YOUR GOATS!?!?!?!?!?! they look so soft and fluffy...... and the bells..... oh my goddddd i want 2 pet them. fuzzy cows too..... when i was in college my friends and I rented an airbnb for a weekend that had a bunch of highland cows on the property it was the best thing EVER. they're so pretty <3 JUST LIKE HENNY FROM HIT AP PODCAST PRIME DEFENDERS!!!!!!!!!! MAN. ppl don't give william his chicken enough. we need more of henny included in fanworks I think. also that brown and white chicken is so pretty too!!!!!!! wtf..... I miss seeing farm animals every day they're so full of joy.....

[swanimagines]

A BARMAID'S DEAL | JASON RIPPER

Summary: After your ex-friend has terrorised your life for four years, an unexpected saviour comes to your aid - but making a deal with him may pay you more than you thought.

You couldn't believe how you got in this situation. Befriending a snake of a friend and ending your friendship with her had lasting effects, her using her profession as a lawyer to bring you down, get you fired from your old job and kicked out from your apartment. So now you were forced to work at a shabby bar, the owner was nice enough to let you stay in the back room though.

And even now, Henny’s terrorism on you occasionally emerged - mostly hate mail and your ex-friends scowling at you on the street. It hurt, even when it had been four years since it started. Henny had been patient with taking you down, and four months ago, you got fired from your job and the next week, your landlord also kicked you out. You had no choice but to move to the poorer area of London filled with prostitutes and where Jack the Ripper had murdered women just a few decades ago. But you hadn’t had any choice.

You were fortunate to get hired as a barmaid in a bar with a nice boss and nice colleagues, even when customers smirked at you, smacked your butt when you passed them, you were asked to come sit with them and entertain them. And it had only been a week since you started work.

One day, a young man, a rich young man in a fancy suit stepped into the bar, and you locked eyes with him and he strode towards the counter. Your colleague, Sandra, took in a shaky sigh. "Oh my God, not again."

"What?"

"That's Jason Ripper," Sandra sighed. "He's been harassing me for weeks. He says lewd stuff and says me being scared is 'sexy' and threatens to kill any other man who looks at me in a romantic sense. God, I wish he would be gone."

You laid a wary glance at the man. "I'll take him for you, if you want."

Sandra scoffed. "You can try. But he will insist on getting me to serve him and then I have no choice."

You nodded and took in a deep breath, putting on your best customer smile and walked over to Jason.

“Hello, sir. What can I get you?” you chirped, putting the rag to the side.

Jason huffed slightly upon seeing you. “Where’s Sandra?”

“Miss Onslow is busy, I’m-”

“A new beautiful barmaid,” Jason interrupted, his gaze wandering up and down your form and then he narrowed his eyes as he inspected your face. “But you don’t look like you've grown around here. You look too… polished.”

You paused for a moment, staring at him for a moment. Then you cleared your throat. “Looks can be deceiving, sir.”

Jason smirked, clearly amused by your reply. “In any case, I like what I see. Get me a whiskey, beautiful.”

You took in a shaky breath, taking out a glass and pouring him a whiskey and then handing the glass to him. He purposefully let his fingers brush against yours when he took the glass, and you jerked your hand back. He just smirked at you, taking a sip from the glass. “This place isn’t safe for someone like you.”

You scoffed, wiping the counter again. “What do you mean by ‘someone like me’?”

Jason's eyes traveled up and down your form again. “You’re like an angel who has lost herself into a cave full of demons. Everyone sees it here.”

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your temper in check. “Fine. I’m not from around here. Nor did I come here of my own free will. Happy?”

He huffed, tilting his head slightly. “Hm. You will get cut out from the streets within six months.”

“I can handle myself just fine.”

He didn’t reply at first, taking another sip of his whiskey. “A beautiful young woman like you doesn’t belong here.”

“I have my reasons to be here. It’s none of your concern,” you retorted.

He just smirked at you. “Your concerns are my concerns now.”

You swallowed - this guy screamed at least a dozen red flags, probably even more than that, and yet you felt a certain allure towards him. 

You wanted to hit yourself for feeling that way.

“What exactly do you want from me?” you mumbled, clenching your fists.

Jason smirked again. “I want to help you.”

“Help me?”

He narrowed his eyes, looking you over again. “You said you didn’t end up here of your own free will. I need a name, and they’ll be taken care of.”

You stared at him for a moment again - this guy read you like an open book. It almost felt like… he understood you. Or then he knew just the right buttons to manipulate you. Nevertheless, you were incredibly tempted to drop Henny’s name. But at the same time, you knew it wouldn’t be free. He’d want something from you.

So, you tried to play it safe. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jason licked his lips and raised his eyebrows at that. “You don’t?”

You wanted to deny it again, but instead, you swallowed and the next words came out almost automatically. “I don’t have any money to pay you for taking her out.”

He scoffed, taking another sip. “I don’t want money.”

You frowned. “What do you want, then?” He didn't answer right away and you shook your head, taking a step back. “I’m not going to have sex with you.”

He scoffed again, twirling his now empty whiskey glass. “A date.”

You paused, staring at him again. “One date?”

He smirked and nodded. “A dinner. And I’ll walk you home. That’s it.”

You pursed your lips, breathing out. “No sex. And you will leave Sandra alone from now on.”

He hummed as an answer, which technically wasn’t a confirmation for a no. But still, getting rid of Henny was too tempting so you nodded, taking in a shaky breath. 

Her name rolled off your tongue the next moment, your will to have revenge on the woman who ruined your life overpowering your mind screaming you shouldn’t do it. “Henny Martins.”

Jason looked surprised when you actually went through with it, but then a dark grin spread on his face. “Consider it done. I’ll pick you up tomorrow night, I’ll bring you something sexy to put on.”

Then, he walked to the door, straightening his jacket before disappearing outside. Dread filled your veins, feeling like you just made a deal with the devil.

Sandra sighed in relief upon seeing Jason leaving. "Finally."

You glanced at Sandra. "Yeah, he seems like trouble."

Sandra nodded, shaking her head slightly. "You have no idea. He's been a thorn in my side for weeks now. I don't know what he sees in me, but it's creepy, and sometimes I’m afraid to walk home alone. It just feels like he waits in the shadows for a chance to jump on me."

You looked back at the door. "I... I made a deal with him."

Sandra’s eyes snapped on you that instant, and her mouth fell open. “You did what? Are you crazy?”

“He promised to take Henny out of the picture for me, I couldn’t say no,” you mumbled, clenching and unclenching your fists against the wooden counter. Jason’s whiskey glass was still in front of you, and you stared at the few drops of whiskey on the bottom of it. “He wants to take me on a date in return. I told him it won’t include sex and I also told him to leave you alone from now on, but I don’t know if he agreed to them because he didn’t really say anything about it… and he also told me he’s bringing me something ‘sexy’ to put on, which I really hope isn’t foreshadowing the following night. But on the other hand, he said it’s only dinner and he’s walking me home.”

“And you’re just taking his word for it?” Sandra asked, shaking her head, her mouth still slightly open. “How naive are you?”

“I don’t have a choice!” you exclaimed, attracting some attention from the patrons and you lowered your voice again. “It’s the only way, the police won’t help a poor barmaid living in Whitechapel, and Henny just won’t let me be. I need to do something before she’s ruining my life here too.”

Sandra clicked her tongue silently, her eyes looking over the bar. “I really hope you know what you’re doing.”

You scoffed. “I don’t. But this is my best bet.”

And throughout the rest of that night, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had made a mistake - but at the same time, you knew this was the only option. And even when you hated yourself for it, something in Jason Ripper drew you in, almost making you wait for your dinner date…

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[elisabethloxx]

 It had to rain. The friends and family of Lisa Levy placed her body in the ground Tuesday, and strained to understand why a girl so young, so bright, so full of life, had to die at the hands of a murderer. THE GLOOMY gray morning only thickened the feelings of sorrow, as almost 200 persons ringed the canopied gravesite in Largo to pray and cry and rememler. "She will stay in our hearts forever, young and fresh as springtime." The words came from Rabbi Jacob Luski as he tried to comfort Lisa's grieving mother, father and brother during a crowded funeral in Pinellas Park "Tears are being shed, but memory is beginning," the soft-bearded Luski said.

"Lisa was a very determined young lady, lovable . . . determined in all ways of life." The Sunday before, as the 20-year-old Florida State University ( FSU) student slept in her Tallahassee sorority house, she was clubbed and strangled by a killer still at large. A second St.Petersburg girl was murdered, and three other young women were beaten before the attacker fled into the darkness, leaving at best a faint and scattered trail for police to follow. "IT WAS A tragedy, a stunning blow," the rabbi said. But he urged the mourners, "Do not judge your fellow man until you find yourself in his circumstances." Then he asked God to "teach us how to accept this bitter loss." Throughout the services, police, photographers and television cameramen milled in the background. The face of Lisa's mother, Henny Levy, looked blank and too numb for tears. Her divorced husband Sam, who lives in Sarasota, wore a gray suit and the traditional black yarmulke syna gogue cap.

Lisa's brother Fred, stationed in Maine with the U.S. Air Force, was gripped by emotions. As he prepared to shovel a spade of dirt on top of Lisa's pine coffin, he threatened to break a photographer's camera if he continued snapping pictures. AFTER THE BURIAL about 25 Chi Omega sisters from FSU and the University of South Florida joined hands in a circle and sang the sorority song Shades in tribute to Lisa's memory. Tear tracks glistened down the cheeks of Joanne Schultz, 20, as she and her husband walked in the drizzle after the funeral.

Both had been friends of Lisa during their high school years. "I knew her since siith grade," Mrs. Schultz said. At Dixie Hollins High School, "I was a cheerleader and she was a baton-twirling majorette. I'll always remember her smiling.

I don't want to remember any sad things. "He (the killer) just must have gone crazy. Yeah, I'm bitter. They say it happens to good people, and it happened to one of them " REPRESENTING FSl' was Stephen B. McClellan, the vice president for university relations. He also will attend funeral services at 2 p.m. today for the other murdered girl, Margaret Bowman, 21, at St. Thomas Episcopal Church. 1200Snell Isle Blvd.

[gxilgramore]

INTRODUCING THE FRIDAY MUSIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

So how it's gonna work?

Basic really, every friday (if my adhd let me remember) i will recommend a set of tracks that i've been listening, the image you are seeing above you is my last.fm collage but not all songs will be from that collage, but it's there as a cover for the post and a showcase of the songs i'm not gonna mention but i still recommend.

Let's go then?

SPOTIFY PLAYLIST WITH ALL THE SONGS MENTIONED BELOW!

Will I See You Again? - Thee Sacred Souls

I discovered these guys recently while trying to sample them for a track i was doing, i took my a while to appreciate this song but now that i do i can't stop listening, that clean guitar with that gorgeous main melody, those open hats that give such a beautiful atmosphere, the incredibly catchy but mesmerizing chorus, the amazing vocal performance, holy shit this song is so fucking good in so many different levels, one of the better jams i found this year.

No Problems - Ginger Root

So fucking funky, christ, one of the most catchy songs released this year, if you like funky shit it's unmissable.

Is It a Crime - Sade

I'm getting into Sade and most of the stuff i heard from her is gorgeous, this is the best example, it sounds big, passionate, beautiful, music luxury, also sound sad and emotional, absolutely perfection from beginning to end.

Suffocate (feat. Poppy) - Knocked Loose

I'm not a metal guy, but the two Knocked loose songs i listened this year are so fucking brutal that made me interested in metalcore, the reggaeton breakdown at the end is so fucking unexpected but it goes so hard, holy shit.

Junho de 94 - Djonga

I'm brazillian, and the rap from our country sometimes can go toe to toe, and a lot of times even be better than the shit from the states, Djonga is a big example of why, this dude's flow and lyrical hability is unmatched, truly a special artist in our scene, how he guides a story of his own life in this autobiographical song is truly a thing of genius, and the confidence he has plenty, one of the best rappers that came out from this amazing country

Down Under - Man at Work

I wanted to also put Who Can It Be Now? here but I'll keep just to Down Under since Man at Work is already a popular new wave group, it's so dancy and catchy its really hard not to like, those songs made me want to go to australia.

The Argus - Ween

Those couple of weeks had been full of ween for me, not the way you're thinking, and this one has been one of my latest passions with the band, one of the most beautiful climaxes to any song ive have ever heard, still sad that the rest of the album didn't click for me.

No Hands - Joey Valence and Brae:

One of the most fun rap songs of the year, im seeing these guys since the PUNK TACTICS song on tiktok and they are truly amazing at being fun, No Hands is a bit more personal but it has such infectious energy and an amazing beat.

The Invisible Man - Maruja

Literally the best song that came out this year, holy shit, the incredible build up, tension heavy saxophone, the heavy vocal performance, the best climax maybe fucking ever? Ive been seeing this live performance they did on youtube and is truly a stuff of legend being more intense than in the studio version in a song that demands so much, truly amazing, keep your eyes on Maruja, these guys are gonna hit it big like Black Midi or Black Country, New Road.

I Got The... - Labi Siffre

Literally discovered this one today, the sample to My Name Is from Eminem that is bigger and way better, so many incredible parts coming to this amazing whole, could not recommend it enough.

One on One (feat. Headband Henny) - Micah Dailey-White

This funny guy of the TikTok released an amazing neo-soul, post-punk album with this amazing catchy song in it that i could not recommend enough, is charming, cute, catchy.

Ginkgo Biloba - Querida, Faça As Malas

Back to Brasil, this ska punk band is hella catchy, one of the best ska punk bands this country could ever offer, their lastest album is also really great.

Storge - samlrc

Still in Brazil but going post-rock is this amazing, layered, larger than life track from the trans artist that has been bubbling on the underground samlrc, again, keep you eye in her.

Saudade - ElevenWAV

We still on Brasil, but now going jazz fusion, Eleven is an amazing artist overall, but her recent projects have been proving how much she is evolving and how much she is gonna hit it big when the time comes, also one of the best trans artists coming out of this country.

Psiu - Liniker

YOURE GOING TO FUCKING BRAZIL! Liniker the best trans artist to come out of this country with her amazing fusions of MPB, Bossa, Jazz, Pagode, Neo-Soul, an amazing power house pf a voice, an undying passion, unmatched to all, literally the best ever, GO LISTEN.

Think we over? OH NO BABY!

miss you - Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra

Going to japan, I could gush about this group for years since I love ska and i love them, but i will only say this is one pf the most insane songs and music videos to come out of the country in years, you should absolutely listen to it.

All the Strange Creatures - Murray Gold

It would not be a Gxil post without your obrigatory Doctor Who mention, one of the most energizing and epic tracks in the modern series.

AND FINALLY

Canned Heat - Jamiroquai

One of the funkiest songs ever, im not gonna say anything more, needs to be experienced, go listen.

Spotify playlist with all the songs mentioned below:

And that's fucking it for today, it was a lot but ive been wanting to talk about music for months now, the next posts on this series are going to have less songs because of it but i don't care, you have any recommendations you want to make? I'd love to listen to, im pretty open to new music, so you can send anything you want, and also, what did you think of these songs? Already love them, tell me more id love to listen.

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[brokehorrorfan]

Sisu will be released on 4K Ultra HD, Blu-ray, and DVD on July 11 via Lionsgate. Best Buy will carry an exclusive Steelbook 4K Ultra HD edition (right), which is up for pre-order for $31.99.

The 2022 gory action film is written and directed by Jalmari Helander (Rare Exports, Big Game). Jorma Tommila, Aksel Hennie, Jack Doolan, and Mimosa Willamo star.

Special features are listed below.

Special features:

Indestructible: Making Sisu

Pushing the Boundaries of Reality: The Visual Effects of Sisu

During WWII, a solitary prospector crosses paths with Nazis in northern Finland. When the Nazis steal his gold, they quickly discover he is no ordinary miner. While there is no direct translation for the Finnish word “sisu,” the legendary ex-commando will embody what it means: a white-knuckled form of courage and unimaginable determination in the face of overwhelming odds. And this one-man death squad will go to outrageous lengths to get his gold back — even if it means killing every last Nazi in his path.

Pre-order Sisu.

[donovanlizzie]

THE CORPSWOMAN

CHAPTER SIX - IT'S MORE DANGEROUS AT NIGHT

It was now night time, Eugene and Evangeline were lent against a cement pillar watching a young marine who looked about 19, counting. Evangeline then called over to him." What you doin' Daniels?" He looked over petrified, traumatised.

"Counting Japs " He timidly states then turned back around to continue what he was doing.

Evangeline  and Eugene both exchanged worried glances and she began to pick her nails.  Gunner Henny then went over to the poor boy and tried to order him to help 2nd  platoon load up but Heldaine stopped him. "Gunner, go find someone else, maybe Jenkins over the other side ?"  Henny nodded and moved away. "He can come with me, help me count the bandages and get himself some shut eye?" Evangeline offered looking over. Heldaine nodded slightly and crept forward taking the gun from Daniels. She  got up and wrapped her arm around the boy.  "Let's get you some sleep ?" She quietly  spoke once she had managed to get him up. " But there are so many to count" he spoke like a small child as she  led him to the sickbay. " I know sweetheart I know" Evangeline choked out, her  heart breaking for him, the poor soul.

By the time 08:00 came around everyone was moving out again, the cook was walking around with a pot handing out pork chops.  They weren't the best but after having to eat tinned shit for the last few weeks Evangeline was happy to eat something solid and not out of date. She ended up walking next to Eugene whist Shelton Parked himself next to him on the other side. "Saw you reading last night" he said looking over at Eugene slyly, " writing too"  "My bible?" Eugene replied glancing at Shelton wearily. " we ain't suppose to write shit down, give the japs valuable intale if they find it" Shelton carried on. "I guess I won't show it to them then" Eugene replied keeping his eyes forward and waking with the rest of the group. Shelton smirked satisfied with his answer. 

Evangeline's smile faded remembering the similar conversation she and Oswald had the night prior. 

"You got a smoke?" Shelton asked. Eugene pulled out two cigarettes, one for himself and one for Shelton. "Thanks Sledgehammer" Shelton grinned popping the cigarette in his mouth. " Sledgehammer?" Evangeline questioned grinning at the new nickname Shelton had given her friend. "I like it" She looked at Shelton and Eugene new deemed 'sledgehammer' and gave him a half smile. " you got it Raggedy Anne" Shelton winked making her  laugh " throwing your self around like a rag doll out there" . " Jesus Christ" Bill spoke up in amusement as he scurried up behind us along with Burgin. " don't worry Bill Layden , we'll call you bull-peen-hammer" Shelton called back. " A little hammer for a little man" Evangeline  chuckled making the guys laugh. " Alright rags .... snafu" Bill shot back," shit n ass .... fuck up". "Is that the best nickname you could come up with?" Evangeline  laughed. "Oh! A little joke from the little man!" Shelton, now deemed 'snafu' , joked back.

             K company  all followed Heldaine like lost puppies up the rocks, he said to them that they would be setting a perimeter for the Japanese soldiers. Evangeline had zoned out of the conversation he was having with Bill and Eugene, when the Japs has caught sight of us and began to fire. "Pull back! Let's go!" Hillbilly shouted dragging her by her bag pack (much to Evangeline's dismay) back down the slope to cover. By that point both Heldaine and Hillbilly , hell, the whole company  were all desperate to get a hold of coms, every attempt made was unsuccessful.

K company was stuck, sat in a small rocky trench trying to say as low as they could do theJaps wouldn't try to blow their heads off.       " I'm gonna have to go back , get more men up here and the orders changed" Heldaine finally announced. " Hillbilly if I don't come back the company's yours" He tapped Hillbilly on the shoulder and quickly ran off. " He's gonna come back right?" Eugene asked  " Disobey and you get  a court-martial" Shelton mumbled leaning back on a rock with another cigarette in his teeth.  Whilst they were waiting the marine who was in charge of handing out the post was wandering around.  " Sledge, Yoet, you two have something" he said handing the both of them their letters. " Thanks" Evangeline  stated bluntly noticing her mothers hand writing and putting in it her Brest pocket to read later.

__________________ It was now pitch black, Flares lit up the foxholes as k company  were now sitting in  darkness waiting for Heldaine to to come back. Henny was making the rounds telling everyone to make sure they had enough ammo and supplies for the night.  Gunner Henny was about 45 years old and had fought in world war 1.  He was part of the old breed, liked to do things the old way and stick to them.  " Did you hear the bullshit about the dog?" He grumbled leaning into our foxhole. " They think a dog can smell a Jap before I see one!" He scoffed.  " I have a dog back home" Eugene started quietly " his name is Deacon"  

Evangeline  glanced over at him and smiled as Henny ignored his input and contained; " if the Japs come through , high point with fixed bayonets and you nail em with H.E you got that?" He explained it like we were children, 

The guys nodded as he got up to walk away but then he bent back down and said " woof" and then walking away as normal. " what the fuck was that?" Shelton asked as the group all looked at each other slightly confused try to hold their  laughter in as it was noise discipline.  "Hey stove top boys - WOOF" Bill repeated mimicking Henny making them  laugh even harder, causing Shelton to wheeze.  _____________ Evangeline was sat next to Shelton as he slept once again, picking her thumbs, waiting for japs to make a move or a marine to hurt  himself.  "Remind me again why on gods earth you joined ?" Eugene asked again.  She turned to look at him with her eyebrow raised, " like I told you before, I want to help people, I was in need of a better paying job and to make my country proud" she replied. " And to find out how my brother died"  "Making your ma and pa proud?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at her. "Hopefully" Evangeline smiled slightly " That reminds me I have to reply to that letter that they sent me once I've read it" she mused tapping her breast pocket. "Read it" Eugene stated, " I wanna hear it ... if that ok?" He asked scooting closer to her. " sure" she  replied getting the letter out of her pocket. " Dear Evangeline," She began " your father and i are so happy to hear that you are doing alright where ever you are. Everyone in town is very worried about you but myself and your father know you'll be smart and safe. We hope-"     Evangeline's  reading was cut short by a small whimper that echoed through the foxholes. herself and Eugene carefully peaked put of the foxhole we were in as the cries got louder and louder. "What's that?" Shelton getting up , still half asleep. "Sounds like some guy having a nightmare" Eugene answered, watching Evangeline fold away her letter. "He'd better shut up before every jap on the island knows where we are" Shelton snapped now wide awake. "Quiet that man down!" Hillbilly whisper-yelled as the marines whimpers turned into wails.     Suddenly the man started screaming, wrestling any marine who tried to hold him down. "Yoet!" Hillbilly called over " get some morphine in him!"  Evangeline quickly grabbed her morphine needles and rushed over as more and more marines fought to hold the man down. "NO-NO-NO!" The poor man was yelling hysterically. "Give me his arm now!" She spoke as he flailed about. Once she had finally got hold of his arm and she was inches away from injecting him when he broke free, punching her  straight on the nose. Evangeline groaned in pain reeling back as blood now poured from her face. The marines were struggling again to regain control of the man.    The poor man was now begging for help as Henny began to punch him n a attempt to knock him out and shut him up. " Henny! Stop! Let me get to his goddamn arm!" She shouted in desperation trying to reach him once again. "Hit him with something!" Jay began to shout. Out of the corner of her eye, Evangeline  saw another young marine reach for the shovel he used to dig his foxhole with.  "No! Don't!" She tried to stop him but it was to late. The shovel hit the Boys head with a crack and he was finally silenced - lifeless. "God damn it" she breathed sitting back on the muddy ground and closing her eyes. "Everyone back in their holes" Hillbilly spoke eyeing Evangeline and her bloodied face. It was clear the poor bastard had broken her nose. " It had to be done Yoet, it had to " Hillbilly handed her a handkerchief. She thanked him and held it up to her  face to try and stop the bleeding and slunk back to the  fox hole. ———————————————————————————-

The next morning a blanket had been pulled over the young mans body.  "Rather him than all of us" Eugene spoke his eyes flickering between the body and Evangeline. "Sledgehammers right" Shelton answered " It had to be done".  The rest of the dead and wounded got piled onto trucks and tanks to be taken back to base to either be shipped to Australia to heal or sent back home to their families for their funerals.

Evangeline then walked over to Eugene. " You know, I think I'll take that cigarette now" She spoke breathing out sharply. "Here" Eugene stated putting a lit cigarette between her  teeth and taking the bloodied hankie form her hands. She  took a quick puff as he delectably wiped more dried blood from her face, making her wince slightly. "I'm no corpsman Rags, but you've got a messed up nose" he grimaced now fiddling with the grubby handkerchief. " Wow Sledgehammer, you really know how to talk to a lady!" Evangeline joked taking another puff of the cigarette.

"Na she ain't no Lady, A Lady wouldn't come to a place like this" Bill teased, walking past the two of them, puffing on a tiny stump of a cigarette butt before throwing it at Shelton's feet.

" Thank you" Evangeline mumbled taking the handkerchief back and tossing it to the ground, slightly laughing at Bills remark.

" Can it snafu" She quickly snapped, the group all walked on as Shelton began to snigger.

[sliptohk]

Prompt #15: Portentous

Awareness contracted as Gerlach moved, fulm by fulm its limits drew near. There were too many enemies to track, an ache in the back of his skull from the effort. Many were discarded, a blind eye toward those clamoring to enter the melee but too far away to engage it. The nearness of his kin took priority.

As Arnulf dealt a crushing blow to a conscript's skull, the approaching swordsman to his rear earned priority. Two short steps before a short jab to their throat as he engaged them from the side. A flash of color as aether formed a narrow blade, only to be dismissed as swiftly as it arrived. Efficiency was critical, a mere trickle of his life force was enough to open that throat.

Henni charged forward as the dead man slowly came to realize why his limbs were not obeying, snatching up their blade to hammer an over-head chop toward the next hornet roused by klaxons sounding through that metal nest. Gerlach had trained them well. Honed bodies made good use of weapons, traditional or improvised, they could manage to get their hands on. Wazo most effectively. He scooped up knives from the dead, running up walls to leap gracefully through the air. Body whirling to power those throws as he provided cover as best he could manage.

A firearm was a target to the man. Steel blossoming in hearts and throats before they could lay down withering fire. There was still much that the old killer could complain of, but there was no time to point out the flaws of their techniques. A tragedy if it lead to their deaths, but there was no avoiding it.

With a sharp clap on the shoulders of his nephews Erwin and Hartmut, Gerlach pushed toward the center line, gesturing them to the right side, "Come. Reap what their mothers have sown."

Taking the left, they formed a wedge to batter forward. Blood splashed, grunts of pain as unarmored flesh met forged steel. A small gap for the rest of the clan to follow suit as the better armed and armored Garlean forces found themselves pressed into tighter ranks. Fouling their own swings as it became apparent they were ill-taught on the finer points of phalanx positions.

Conscripts. Fodder for the front.

Small successes, but at acceptable cost. Cuts and bruises, a broken bone or two. A Revel could survive trifling things. Only when Wazo bellowed over the cacophony did it become apparent what lay beyond Gerlach's zone of consciousness.

"Turret!"

They fired. Those too slow to retreat were acceptable losses, a trade the warrior would have made himself had the reward been worth the price. These men were not purebloods. Their masters saw no weight on their end of the scale. Hardening his will, he turned to let that hail of fire dance off the sides of his construct. Mindful of those behind, as blood ran from torn flesh with each impact. Lives lost in a heartbeat as Henni and Gilbert lay unmoving. Great weapons gone still for the moment as those beetles scurried about to load more ammunition.

Mourning was a luxury. Killing a necessity.

A boon in the poor discipline of their infantry, far from home and dying for an another man's empire. Pitiable, but they would die all the same if it were necessary. The Garleans fought better. Those men and women carved from harder stuff even had it been a fair fight. At such a great disadvantage, his clan still fought on. Faced with death or battle there was no choice to be made.

So they died.

The tighter confines of the castrum would have fared better, but chaos had taken hold. Fires raged, neither cermet nor metal impervious as stockpiles throughout the fort exploded with deafening booms. Escape would only come across the open yards, where magitek constructs lay waiting. Heavy doors sealed tight.

Several of those unwieldy looking creations rose into the sky, whirling about as their most valued guests were whisked off elsewhere. A pity. The family had much to discuss with them. Those remaining would need do.

When Gerlach charged, those still able joined him. Ebba and Elfrun dropping in a sudden explosion of force from the smoking canon of their walking armor. A stream of gunfire following which Heilwig bulled through. The jerking forms of a conscript in each hand as they bore the bulk of that assault. He did not envy the rider when she clambored up the side.

He had seen what their Strongwoman could do with bare hands.

Elsewhere, the twins fought in their mother's wake. Keeping time with each other as they fell upon solitary foes like wolves. Leaping and retreating, a task made all the easier as Wazo moved from body to body, covering his daughters with more of those thrown blades. Up until one of those turrets turned on him. A blade flew, but too late. An exchange of lives as both fell, accurate to the end.

Helplessness was an alien sensation. Gerlach sought to kill it.

More fell behind him, but there was no time to heed it. His brother died all the same. He sprinted, there was no other way to reach the target. Worn knees ached, but the loss of blood was more pressing. Without the grace of his kin, he proved agile enough to stop the last transport from lifting away. A woman stood before him, ornate designs on that metallic shell. It was of no interest, as another screaming blast of energy felled another Revel.

An elite, most likely. She thrust, a routine move. Gerlach stepped into the blow, ignoring the agony as it speared through his body, but left her open to his own answering thrust through the visor. A long blade of aether forming, dropping them where they stood as eyes proved a poor defense. She had killed him. Soon enough.

Leaving a bloody trail behind him, he boarded the vessel. Three more garleans died, never expecting their commander to fall so swiftly as they sat waiting to move. Belts buckling them in place against the sides of that machine. An unsporting kill, but any other would have been difficult.

A shuddering burst of energy ripped through the side of the commandeered machine, fire trailing as the veins of that metallic beast leaked ceruleum and ignited just as swiftly. If it wished to burn, then let it. He would gladly become a comet.

It would have been a difficult thing to fly, but that was not the use he sought. Blackness beginning in at the edges of his vision as Gerlach guided that metal chariot upward, turning it in a wobbling circle as the controls became more clear. Another blast had the vessel rocking side to side, a moment last as a few moments were lost to darkness. Immense heat, smaller pops and bursts as pieces of it detonated around him.

"As Rhalgr guided us."

The target became clear, those few remaining warmachines opening fire even as he grew aware of how few were left. Lindi and Katja still fought, circling an officer. A back turned toward an unseen threat, a wounded man's weapon raised. But their sister saw first. Tackling their twin to the ground, a soundless burst of gunfire from his distance. One of them did not rise.

Gerlach would see the other did. Leaning his weight forward, sure to keep it on course even if his body failed first. Streaking toward that man, smashing through the armor still trying to knock him from the sky. What scattered soldiers remained had swiftly began to retreat, panic firmly taking root as only those forced to fight on remained. Less of them with each impact that threatened to shake apart the ship.

There was no ignoring the heat of the magitek ruin the old man brought down. But surprise froze their feet, until they found themselves bent backward across the nose of the machine. Even if he were inclined to, there would be no stopping its course. Skipping off the hard earth like a stone on the water, before plowing directly into the side of a building they had foolishly walked the Highlander past during his visit.

The fuel depot.

Gerlach felt some measure of satisfaction as the immense explosion hurled him out the back of the machine, and separated him from his mortal shell. At least his niece would survive.

[animationstarlover1983]

Fnaf system reboot au

Main characters: good guys, info/descriptions (canon)

1. Cassie Martinez: a 10 year old girl and a main character in the au story. Cassie is a young girl and the first kid friend gregory makes while in the pizzaplex, she also becomes a victim of the villainous mastermind who has taken over the pizzaplex, however Cassie much like Gregory is more then what she seems. Species: human/reborn soul. Soul: Cassidy jones (vengeful spirit). Age: 10. Date of birth: December - 16th - 20xx. Appearance: Cassie has jet black hair and puts in low pigtails and amber/hazel eyes, she wears a red sweater and Jean shorts with purple leggings and light up sketchers. Personality: Cassie is smart, friendly, energetic, passionate, curious, creative, stubborn, responsible, somewhat short tempered, caring, helpful. Facts/info: Cassie has a weird obsession with collecting old fredbear/golden Freddy things, in this au she and gregory are friends and not siblings. Powers: peak human condition, spiritual awareness, golden Freddy power (not unlocked yet). Skills: high intelligence, raw cunning, strategic planning, adept learning, stealth, survival instincts, self defense. Likes: family/friends, reading/writing, outdoor activities, sports, animals, plushies/toys, video games. Dislikes: William afton, fazbear entertainment.

2. Luis Cabrera: A 24 year old man and a important character in the au story. Luis is a childhood friend of Vanessa’s and a top tier employee at fazbear entertainment, Luis like Vanessa is a prodigy and he is a computer/electronics expert, Luis usually visits the pizzaplex frequently but is soon caught up in a evil masterminds plan, strangely Luis is somehow immune to the glitchtrap virus. Species: human. Age: 24. Date of birth: may - 29th - 20xx. Appearance: Luis has ginger/orange hair and amber eyes, he’s quite tall and fit, he often wears a blue/yellow polo shirt under a pizzaplex jacket, when at work he wears a standard employee uniform. Personality: Luis is intelligent, friendly, stubborn, curious, creative, energetic, fun loving, humorous. Facts/info: Luis has had a major crush on Vanessa and vice versa, Luis is also Vanessa’s childhood/best friend. Powers: peak human condition, spiritual awareness. Skills: genius level intelligence, raw cunning, adept learning, intuition, computer expertise, electronics expertise, creativity, self defense. Likes: family/friends, chocolate, outside, exercise/yoga, soccer, reading, computer science, collecting trinkets, karate/self defense classes. Dislikes: scary things. Job/career: computer scientist, IT department (formerly), marketing department (recently), robotics/electronics technician.

3. Glamrock chica henny: a animatronic chicken and a main character to the au story. Chica is a mascot at Freddy fazbears mega pizzaplex and band member of the glamrocks who plays the electric guitar , she is the star attraction of mazercize where she trains and helps people workout while encouraging them to eat healthy and drink sports/energy drinks, chica like her fellow animatronic band members also acts more human than machine. Species: animatronic chicken/reborn soul. Soul: Penelope Grayson. Date of creation: august - 21 - 20xx early. Appearance: chicas appearance is similar to that of her game counterpart except she’s been given a feather tail to add to her chicken heritage. Personality: chica is friendly, caring, helpful, energetic, passionate, quirky. Corrupted personality: when infected with the g-t virus chica is gluttonous, sadistic, deceptive, reckless, aggressive, single minded. Facts/info: chica has a habit of clucking like a actual chicken. Powers/features: animatronic physiology (strength/agility/durability/advance ai/inbuilt e-manual/databank archive), audio/sound features (audio speaker/voice mimicry/sound translation), candy dispenser, sweet scent release, spiritual awareness, ghost haunting. Skills: keen intellect, adept learning, empathy/sympathy, caretaking expertise, cooking/baking expertise. Likes: friends/family, cooking/baking, cute things, exercise/yoga, learning new things. Dislikes: violence, scary things.

4. Roxanne wolf: a animatronic wolf and a main character in the story. Roxanne is a new animatronic added to Freddy fazbears mega pizzaplex and a member of the glamrock band who plays the keytar, roxxane is the head mascot of her attraction Roxanne raceway where she teaches and challenges guest to go kart races, just like her other animatronics Roxanne acts more human then machine. Species: animatronic wolf/reborn soul. Soul: zoey wolf. Date of creation: July - 29th - 20xx. Appearance: Roxanne’s appearance is the same as her game counterpart. Personality: Roxanne is smart, head strong, level headed, confident, friendly, competitive, somewhat insecure, stubborn, diligent, responsible. Corrupted personality: when infected with the g-t virus Roxanne becomes aggressive, vain, self centered, rude, competitive, narcissistic. Facts/info: Roxanne had a small crush on Freddy but is bad at hiding it sometimes. Powers/features: animatronic physiology (strength/immense speed/immense agility/durability/advance ai/inbuilt e-manual/databank archive), special vision features (night vision/x-ray vision/infrared thermal vision/ultraviolet vision/telescopic vision/microscopic vision), spiritual awareness, ghost haunting. Skills: keen intellect, raw cunning, strategic planning, adept learning, leadership, vehicle expertise, mechanic engineering expertise, self defense. Likes: friends/family, vehicles, fashion, self care, racing. Dislikes: getting messy/dirty, selfish/immature people.

5. Montgomery alligator: a animatronic alligator and a main character to the au story. Montgomery is a new animatronic added to Freddy fazbears mega pizzaplex and a member of the glamrock band who plays the drums, Montgomery is the head mascot of Montgomery gator golf where he teaches and challenges guest to different golf courses, Montgomery just like his bandmates also acts more human than machine. Species: animatronic alligator/reborn soul. Soul: Reginald colson. Date of creation: august - 2nd - 20xx. Appearance: Montgomerys appearance is the same as his game counterpart. Personality: Montgomery is passionate, confident, stubborn, friendly, short tempered, competitive, energetic, helpful. Corrupted personality: when infected by the g-t virus Montgomery is aggressive, somewhat violent, egotistical, reckless, rude. Facts/info: in the au Montgomery favorite animatronic to hang out with is Bonnie because he’s always been interested in Bonnie’s bass guitar. Powers/features: animatronic physiology (immense strength/speed/immense durability/advance ai/inbuilt e-manual/databank archive), water gun mouth, spiritual awareness, ghost haunting. Skills: keen intellect, leadership, charisma, intimidation, self defense, golf expertise, caretaking expertise. Likes: friends/family, golf, swamps, music, boxing bags, pools, sunglasses. Dislikes: immature/selfish people, people assuming he’s always angry.

6. The blob/tangle/cluster: a giant animatronic/amalgamation and a important character to the au story. The blob in this au will also be referred to as cluster, blob/cluster lives underneath the pizzaplex within the ruins of the old Freddy fazbears pizza place, the blob rules over all the other amalgamations in the ruins and wishes not to be disturbed by anyone, cluster also wishes to find and get revenge on William afton due to it being fueled by the agony of all of Williams past victims. Species: animatronic/amalgamation/agony fueled monster. Date of creation: unknown. Appearance: the blob/cluster upper half looks like a fixed but old and rusty combinatorial of Funtime Freddy and Molten Freddy, his color scheme is gray/black/white, his left eye is blue and his right eye is red, his lower half is like a snake tail put together by large wires/cables, his left arm is a machine claw with 3 finger/hooks, on his inside is a bunch of wires/cables and animatronic eyeballs with past animatronics. Personality: the blob/cluster acts like a wild animal wild/feral but still holds enough intelligence to think and stuff, the blob is angry, sad and confused by its existence, it also seems to have multiple personalities. Facts/info: the blob will only attack those it deems a threat to its life, the blob also goes around collecting anything to add to its body. Powers/features: animatronic physiology (immense strength/immense speed/immense agility/immense flexibility/immense durability/advance ai/robotic perception), Funtime animatronics features, faceplate split, wire/cable control, light/sound frequency control, technology/machinery fusion, spiritual awareness, negative emotion empowerment/augmentation. Skills: keen intellect, raw cunning, adept learning, stealth. Likes: friends/family, sleeping, collecting, music, being alone. Dislikes: William afton, fazbear entertainment, afton robotics.

Next: returning redesigned characters.

[agentnico]

Sisu (2023) Review

"Say ‘auf Wiedersehen’ to your Nazi balls!”

Plot: During the last days of World War II, a solitary prospector crosses paths with Nazis on a scorched-earth retreat in northern Finland. When the soldiers decide to steal his gold, they quickly discover they just tangled with no ordinary miner.

When I first heard of this movie it was described to me as a Finnish John Wick killing Nazis. I mean, I’m not expecting Tarantino level Inglorious Basterds madness, but from that description naturally I was interested. Was this going to be the RRR of this year? And the answer to that is no, however it’s very much an enjoyable action packed gory midnight genre flick. 

The set up is very simple, and the movie wholly embraces that. This main dude is this guy who simply wants to get his gold to the bank, but as it happens a bunch of desperate Nazis are trying to take the gold off him. So naturally this fella does what any old man would do - he kills them on in very violent fashion. Look, Sisu won’t require many brain cells to enjoy, however if you're fond of over-the-top action movies and don’t mind suspending your sense of disbelief you will have fun with this one. And boy does this film push the boundaries of realism and credibility. This main dude is literally an unkillable machine. He’s like Rasputin - you try and kill him in many different ways and he’s like “nah fam, I’mma keep going!”. Honestly the things this guy survives - it becomes hilarious at a point. Hanged, shot, beaten to a pulp, exploded by a mine, set on flipping fire - literally nothing gets this dude. I get that this movie isn’t supposed to be the most realistic motion picture, but his constant survival of everything at a point became too ridiculous. It was like that scene in the fourth John Wick film earlier this year where John is pushed down the stairs at the side of Sacre Coeur and he falls down all those hundreds of stairs without a scratch. Goes without saying - its silly stuff.

However I do admit Sisu does features some very well shot action set pieces, with the use of smoke and blood splatter used to solid effect, and a scene involving a minefield is a stand-out. Also cast wise, Jorma Tommila has that rough Norse look about him, so his presence is felt and is not a dude you want to mess with. Aksel Hennie plays the main Nazi villain, and, well, he was a Nazi. Not much more to say really on that subject. All actors in this movie portrayed believable fascists.....not sure if that’s a compliment. 

As for negatives, the pacing is off throughout the film and also there is a questionable choice of splitting the movie into these chapters, however these chapters literally add nothing to the film experience and in fact felt very forced and pretentious, as if the director felt the need to be artsy for the sake of it. Also there is a side-plot involving these women prisoners, and its such a rushed subplot that has very minimal pay-off and honestly at this rate didn’t need to be in the film. 

Aside from that, we have solid Tarantino-inspired bloody action, a silent and very charismatic protagonist, beautiful imagery from actual locations in Lapland and a really good soundtrack. It’s definitely a one time watch and unlikely to provide repeat viewing, but as a grindhouse late night piece of entertainment - it works. It’s not trying to be the best action film of all time, it’s not attempting to deliver the most complex story, it just is Sisu. 

Overall score: 6/10

[gambleddesires]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [HENLEY REYES]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [SOFIA CARSON]. You must be the [TWENTY SIX] year old [MUSICIAN]. Word is you’re [INDEPENDENT] but can also be a bit [STUBBORN] and your favorite song is [NIGHTMARE BY HALSEY]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [AURORA BAY DRIVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

ABOUT HENLEY: I'm no sweet dream but I'm a hell of a night.

CHARACTER BASICS

FULL NAME: Henley Elena Reyes

NICKNAME(S): Hen, Henny

AGE: Twenty-Six

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

FACE CLAIM: Sofia Carson

EYE COLOR: Hazel

HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown

HEIGHT: 5′4″

WEIGHT: 117 lbs.

DATE OF BIRTH: February 23rd, 1996

ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English & Spanish

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw

OCCUPATION: Musician

HOBBIES: Singing, Songwriting, Guitar, Piano, Photography, Cooking, Archery

HOMETOWN: Aurora Bay

RESIDENCE: Aurora Bay Drive

TIME IN TOWN: All her life, left for a 5 years to write two albums and a world tour (visited), now returned to move into a new home in Aurora Bay Drive

FAMILY

MOTHER: Camila Reyes (née Garcia)

FATHER: Julian Reyes †

CHARACTER HISTORY [TW: FATAL ILLNESS, DEATH, DEPRESSION, ADDICTION, DRUGS, CAR ACCIDENT]

Growing up it didn’t take long for Henley to learn to not take things for granted. At first things were normal, two loving parents that wanted the best their daughter and a warm family dinner prepared each night. Her father was always picking up extra work shifts, he was the hardest working person Henley had ever seen. He often surprised Camila with flowers and secretly shared chocolate candy bars with Henley while dinner was cooking, a secret that was promised to remain between them always. One night Julian looked more tired than usual, Henley being only 4 years of age didn’t think anything of it, but that tired look in his eyes never went away. With it came joint pain and a rash that resembled a butterfly which eventually made his ability to work impossible, he wanted to keep fighting it. He was a stubborn man that liked to do things himself so when a few sharp pains in his chest sent him to the hospital he figured it was stress and instead was blindsided by a diagnosis of lupus. Henley was 10.

The girl felt helpless as they moved a hospital bed into their small two bedroom home, her mother was forced to pick up night shifts at a local diner as they began to be covered in medical bills, and that meant Henley was alone with her sick father. It was her turn to take care of him and sneak him sweets until he was taken from them permanently (She was 13), the effects of his illness attacked his liver and they couldn’t afford a transplant of a new one.

She started to collect her feelings in a journal, figuring it was the best way to get her thoughts out while she was home alone. She went a long period of time without an appetite, only forcing herself to eat dinner so her friend and their family wouldn’t ask questions. After a while she was able to save up money and buy her first guitar allowing her creativity to soar by transferring her words and poems into songs. That’s when her appetite came back.

Watching her father transform into someone she didn’t recognize took a toll on her, her home didn’t feel like a safe place anymore with every happy memory tarnished by disaster. Henley found a lot of solace next door but more often than not she’d rather be at school. She’d always done so well in school, her grades plummeting until she was offered a tutor who helped her believe she could get back on track.

It was her writing that landed her a music theory and composition scholarship for songwriting and that’s when she met Rhett Harris. Henley was reluctant to begin a relationship with him, afraid of how fast things could change if she let herself be vulnerable but their mutual love of music brought them closer together in more ways than one. She happily joined his band as their lead singer and ultimately fell in love with him. Their chemistry was noted by everyone who came to watch and a few music scouts got word and offered them a contract and tour.

Tragedy struck at the worst possible moment, one night after practice her boyfriend got into a terrible car accident that left him in the hospital with an arm and  both legs broken. Hearing the news made her feel like there were a thousand pound weights attached to her ankles, slowly dragging herself back into the bright place that terrified her the most. She couldn’t stand to see him like that, but she couldn’t bear the thought of him sitting in that bed alone either.

Their band was down a drummer and deadlines were approaching, they needed to make a decision before the offer was rejected and they didn’t have another one. Henley didn’t want to live out their dream without him so she waited, but as the months went by all she could hear were her father’s words in the back of her head telling her to chase her dreams, life was short and nothing was guaranteed. The brunette fought back and forth with herself for nearly a year and it was now or never. She packed up her things and wrote Rhett a lengthy goodbye note, she knew she’d never be able to leave if she looked him in the eyes, and she signed that contract. It worked out in her favor, now two published albums later and a tour that got an exclusive world addition she was returning home. Henley paid to check her mother into rehab and pay off the mortgage of her childhood home, but she couldn’t go back there. She found a nice place for sale in Aurora Bay Drive and now she’s looking to catch up with all the people she left behind, some she figured would be happier to see her than others.    

HEADCANONS

Her mother became very reliant on her once it was just the two of them requiring her to do the household chores so she was able to focus on work to pay the bills.

Along with playing music she loves cooking, she had a lot of free time to learn all of her father’s favorite recipes. 

She saved up the change from grocery trips to buy her first guitar from a secondhand shop.

She left behind a handwritten note doing her best to explain why she was leaving to Rhett. The two still haven’t had an actual conversation about that night & she regrets leaving him.

She met her best friend from across the hall while her father was sick, usually sneaking out when he fell asleep to get that sense of normal of a family dinner back.

She hates hershey’s chocolate, after her dad was gone she could no longer stand the taste.

Has a fear of hospitals/hospital beds.

Believes that life is too short to not go after something you want. (Words her father would tell her every night.)

She’s working on her third album and hopes being home will spark new ideas.

One night she caught her mother going through her father’s belongings and thought she was reminiscing but it was revealed that Camila was stealing his old pain medication so she’d be able to work for longer at time. She swore she’d stop taking them and never did, once Henley was able to move into a college dorm room she never went back.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

you’re like a sister: (open) the two grew up in ocean crest apartments, living next door and taking turns on who’s place they’d reside for the night. they hit it off almost instantly and became inseparable. they haven’t seen each other since before she went on tour but facetime every night.

the ex she left behind: (rhett harris) henley never saw herself falling so hard for someone until she met rhett. it felt like something straight out of a movie, the pair loving and creating music together while planning for their future. from there she never imagined having to choose her passion over the love of her life, but her father’s words of telling her to chase her dreams ultimately signed her name on the dotted line. she regrets the way everything happened, his accident, but getting to play her music for the world has been truly magical for her. 

the one who helped her see graduation: (open) high school tutor.

will they, won’t they

hookups

friends with benefits

people who have heard her music

mutual lovers of music

party friends

childhood friends

bad influence

good influence

party friends

friends from some kind of parental loss support group?

anything :)

[invad3rzz]

Part 2- Die Katze

(Sorry this took so long, I've been super unmotivated lately)

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Henrik sits at the kitchen island. A warm cup of coffee is still before him. He stares into the darkness of the drink in front of him. He hasn't gotten a full night's rest in over a year. His fingers drum against the ceramic cup, index, middle, ring, pinky, index, middle ring, pinky, index, ring-

"Fuck! Jesus Christ, Henrik, you scared the shit out of me!" Henrik jumps at Jackie's yell. He quickly looks at his watch, oh, it's already 5am. Jackie lets out at small laugh sitting next to him at the island. "I didn't think you'd be up this early man. Sorry if I scared you." Henrik shakes his head.

"No, no. I apologize for startling you. I should be resting. I did not hear you come in." He sighs staring down into the mug, the warmth seeming to drain away.

Jackie fiddles with his thumbs impatiently. "Is something bothering you? If not I'm gonna go shower and stuff. I'm not trying to be rude I just-"

"Go."

"Look man I just can't... You know I can't process emotions right I just-"

"Just go. I'll talk to Marvin if I need anything."

Without another word, Jackie stands up and goes to his room without looking back. Henrik sets his coffee mug in the sink and quietly returns to his room.

After 2 hours of restless tossing and turning, he journeys back to the kitchen desperate for another cup of coffee. He's stopped halfway down the steps by the sight of Marvin and Jackie on the couch. He moves out of view to listen,

"...he's obviously scared."

"Scared of what? You said that you warded the house, Anti's not getting anywhere near here."

"I did. Maybe if you actually sat down and had a conversation with him-"

"Maybe you should stop leaving him alone in the house-"

"Maybe you can take some fucking responsibility for once."

"Take some responsibility? Who was the one who even found Henrik? Who was the one who killed Anti the first time? It certainly wasn't you-"

"I'm the only one acting like an adult-"

He coughs from at the top of the stairs. Silence hits the room faster than a car hitting a tree. They both whip around to see him. Marvin speaks first, "Sorry Henny, did we wake you?" He shakes his head and decends the stairs. "Look, um... Jackie and I want to talk to you about something."

His heart drops. He can feel his stomach start to churn. God he might throw up. What could they want to even talk to him about? Are they going to kick him out? Yell at him to find another job? Fuck, hes so fucked. He sits on the love seat across the couch, eyes moving between Jackie and Marvin.

"You're not in trouble we're just worried about you that's all." Marvin speaks slow and calm like a mother hushing her child to go to sleep. "You rarely come out of your room or even talk to us. I just want to do what's right for you and I wanted to ask if there's anything we can do to help."

He feels like a child. He feels so small and vulnerable. He wants to cry. He wants to run and hide under his covers. They're telling him they want to help, why is he so scared? What the hell is wrong with him?

"I'm...I'm fine. I-I don't need help."

"Henrik look, I know I'm not the best at talking to people and I'm better with physical comfort that, ya know, emotional, but of you wanna talk to me I'll listen as best I can." Jackie moves to sit next to Henrik on the love seat. "I'll might not be good at talking but I'll do what I can if it will help."

Henrik hasn't even realized the tears rolling down his cheeks. Why the fuck is he crying? This isn't something to get emotional about. Before he is mind even registeres it, he's being pulled into a hug. Great now he's full on sobbing. He hugs back clinging to the fabric of Jackie's familiar red hoodie. Marvin comes over and rubs their hand along his back occasionally running their hand through his hair. He just continues to cry, occasionally trying to talk through the sobs but it's at the point where it sounds like mumbling.

"Oh sweetheart, it's ok. I promise it's gonna be ok. Just let it out honey." Marvin soothes next to him. Eventually his cries turn into hiccuped sobs.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I don't know why I'm crying I don't know I don't know I don't know." His nails dig into Jackie's hood, his breathing beginning to slow.

"It's ok Henrik, you've been through a lot the past year. How about we just watch some movies or something? We'll have a nice day."

Henrik nods into his shoulder sniffling. Maybe he could enjoy a movie or two with them. He wipes his eyes with his sleeve moving off of Jackie. They watch movies until the sun begins to set, the light casting an orange and pink glow in the room. Jackie lounges in a bundle of pillow and blankets on the floor whilst Marvin sprawls out on the couch. Henrik watches from the recliner as they try to throw popcorn into eachothers mouths. The room fills with laughter and smiles as a cheesy rom-com plays in the background.

Henrik shifts quietly in the recliner, "Marvin, did you ever look into that Jameson guy?" He asks softly, voice barely a whisper. Marvin's head whips to look at him, the room falling into an uncomfortable silence.

"Oh yeah, I did, but I didn't find anything." Marvin flips their hair over their shoulder, quickly moving on from the subject.

Jackie perks up, "Huh? What do you mean 'Jameson guy'? You know I don’t like being left out on stuff." Marvin shifts uncomfortably, not making eye contact.

"It's nothing, Jay. Just drop it." Marvin speaks finally. Jackie's eyes soften looking down at the nest of pillows.

"I thought you said you knew something." Henrik mumbles quietly. Marvin glares at him, something fierce behind their eyes.

"I said just drop it."

They definitely know something.

[byneddiedingo]

Tom Hanks in Bridge of Spies (Steven Spielberg, 2015)

Cast: Tom Hanks, Mark Rylance, Alan Alda, Amy Ryan, Dominick Lombardozzi, Victor Verhaege, Scott Shepherd, Sebastian Koch, Austin Stowell, Will Rogers, Mark Fichera, Brian Hutchison, Joshua Harto, Henny Russell, Rebekah Brockman. Screenplay: Matt Charman, Ethan Coen, Joel Coen. Cinematography: Janusz Kaminski. Production design: Adam Stockhausen. Film editing: Michael Kahn. Music: Thomas Newman.

Steven Spielberg is unquestionably a great director, with a seldom-equaled skill at visual storytelling and at building tension and suspense. But he tries too hard to make a statement in Bridge of Spies -- something about defending the Constitution -- when it could have been simply an engaging film about Cold War tensions. It also suffers from the wrong kind of star power: Tom Hanks has devolved from a terrific actor, skilled at both comedy and drama, into the movies' iconic Good Guy. Casting him as the lawyer James Donovan, forced to defend a Soviet spy, deprives the film of any ambiguity about Donovan's defense of Rudolf Abel (Mark Rylance). Hanks's Donovan can simply wrap himself in the Constitution and we're with him all the way, even as public opinion of the time turns against him. As a film actor Hanks has lost his dark side, so we know that whoever he plays will triumph. Imagine Bridge of Spies with Donovan played by George Clooney or Bradley Cooper, stars with just a touch of shadow in their personae, and you can see what I mean. Fortunately, the film is otherwise well-cast, including Rylance's Oscar-winning turn as Abel, as well as Scott Shepherd's impatient CIA man and Sebastian Koch's duplicitous East German lawyer, and the screenplay by Matt Charman and Joel and Ethan Coen manages a good deal of suspense. (Sometimes at the expense of historical accuracy: Donovan was never shot at in his home, as the film has it.) The Coen brothers were brought in to work on the first draft of Charman's screenplay, specifically on the section in which Donovan finds himself negotiating separately with the Soviets and the East Germans to engineer an exchange of Abel for imprisoned U2 pilot Francis Gary Powers (Austin Stowell) and an American student, Frederic Pryor (Will Rogers), who has been accidentally arrested in East Berlin. It's the best part of the movie, as Donovan wrangles not only with the conflicting egos and bureaucracies of the Soviet and East German officials but also with the CIA's insistence that only Powers need be included in the deal. Unfortunately, Spielberg doesn't know when his movie is over. Bridge of Spies should end with the exchange of spies at the bridge, but Spielberg keeps it running as Donovan boards the plane for home, returns to the arms of his family just as the news of his successful negotiation is breaking, gives his wife (Amy Ryan) the jar of marmalade he promised to bring her from London, witnesses her realization that he wasn't in London after all, and soon afterward rides to work on the bus where a woman who had previously frowned at him as a traitor now smiles at him as a hero after seeing his picture in the newspaper. All the while, Thomas Newman's score is telling us what we're supposed to feel. It's  sentimental anticlimax, of the sort that many critics decry in what are usually regarded as among Spielberg's greatest films, Saving Private Ryan (1998) and Schindler's List (1993). Bridge of Spies would have been a lot better if Spielberg hadn't given in to his instinct for overemphasis.