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[emikomusubi]

dndhat is in the category of movies that made one billion dollars. To me

[authorxxxxxx]

Legends Are Made | Lewis Hamilton x Female Reader

Summary : 9 months after Ayrton Senna's fatal crash , Y/N Senna Da Silva was born in Rome , Italy and was defined by destiny carrying the same talent as her father's . At the very young age of 2 Y/N developed an interest upon her father's job and then entered the fascinating world of F1 . Growing up and moving from F3 to F2 her dream to bring back her father's legacy seemed to finally come true , when she joined the Mercedes AMG Petronas team , becoming the first woman on the F1 grid . What she did not expect was that she would fall in love with an 5 times world time F1 champion , Lewis Hamilton .

TW : Mentions and descriptions of Ayrton Senna's fatal crash from the autopsy , Max is super mean upon the reader ( Red Bull is an absolute shit in this ) , anxiety and panick attacks , a lot of angst(y feeling's ) , tears ( both of sadness and happiness ) , Ayrton visit's the reader ( I was crying when I wrote this ) , but extreme fluff towards the end .

This idea came up to me back in May 1 of this year , and while I was listening to the song above Legends Are Made by Sam Tinnesz , I could not help myself and think of all the things that could have happened if Ayrton had a daughter with the same talent . After 3 months working on this I finally finished it .

Just remember that English is not my first language , so if you spot any mistakes just bare with me . ( It is a tw on it's own ) .

PS : I do not usually pour my entire heart and soul on every imagine that I write , but I actually did in this one - and I am proud of it - I hope you like it . I was literally crying the whole time .

Edit : Still crying .

19k words - i got reallyy away with this one

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May , 1 1994 Imola , Italy - San Marino Grand Prix

Lap 7 . . . the  car left the racing line at Tamburello and ran in a straight line off the track and struck an unprotected concrete barrier .

He tried to brake down .

He really did .

The car hit the wall at a shallow angle, tearing off the right front wheel and nose cone with 211 km/h .

" Ayrton Senna crashed after the Tamburello corner and smashed with the barrier . Red Flag . The safety car is on it's way . We may need an ambulance for this . " The presenter said with an anxious tone in his voice .

Ayrton tried moving his head but the pain was insufferable .

After that he lost his vision and everything turned black .

" Ayrton Senna Da Silva , a truly staggering talent is dead at the age of 34 years old , after crashing his W16 on the concrete barrier . We lost without any doubt one of the best or maybe the best F1 racing driver." The same presenter said after a couple of hours after the incident .

Ayrton Senna Da Silva - your father - was dead .

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January 8th 1995 , Rome , Italy

It was a sunny but cold day when your mother gave birth to you .

Y/N Senna Da Silva . . . the one and only daughter of the F1 champion Ayrton Senna .

You did not know it yet but you would grow up without your dad .

Although you carried something very special within your heart .

His talent was passed over to you , something that your mother tried desperately to avoid .

At the young age of 2 , after watching for the first time a F1 race , one of your dad's , you could not help but wonder about all these fast cars that were racing in big circles .

You were amazed by the colors and the sounds of the engine's .

Your mother did everything in her power to keep you away from F1 and she thought she had succeeded , until one day when she picked you up from the Kindergarten you were crying and sniffling your nose.

When she asked you what happened the only answer you could give was more tears and the phrase " The other kids say that I don't have a dad , because he left me . "

That phrase still keeps you and your mother awake at night .

After that incident she decided to show you one of your father's races.

You loved it .

Little did she know that you had the same talent as your father and she could not keep you away from it .

After a couple of months , you entered the F1 worlds by going into karting .

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By the time you were 15 years old , you were able to perfectly drive a F3 car . Your coach said that it would be too easy for you to move from karting to F3 and then F2 .

" You are just like your father . " Your mother said to you on your first big crash .

You had a few big scratches but nothing that could stop you from raicing .

" What do you mean ? " You asked her back trying to convince your mother on telling you more .

After a few hours of you talking you found out more information about your father's tragic death .

" I saw it live on the TV . He was motionless . He had so many injuries ih his head . There was so much blood . You could see it from afar . Thereafter he did not move again . He called me before the race saying that he had a feeling , that something bad will happen to him."

" How ironic " She thought .

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' The resemblance is almost scary . ' You thought while you were looking at your debut photo , that the Mercedes AMG Petronas team had published .

It was 100 % sure that you were your father's daughter .

You had the exact same curls at the end of your hair , big honey color doe eyes , that cute little nose and those same full dark pink lips .

You even had the same stance .

Same fashion style . Heck even some clothes of his where now on your closet .

You were practically the same .

But you were not on the same F1 team .

While your father had the best time in McLaren , you joined the Mercedes AMG Petronas team in 2015 .

Being 25 years old you became the youngest amongst everyone , but what made it even worse is that you were the first woman on the F1 grid .

The night before your first public appearance you couldn't sleep .

You were worried and anxious .

Thinking about people's opinions made it even worse that it already was .

Getting up you decided to go to the kitchen at take those sleeping pills your doctor prescribed for you .

And before you knew it you entered the dream space - or so you thought .

" You know that you can not go on like this for long right ? " A man's voice spoke from your left side of the bed .

A voice you have heard before but can not pinpoint exactly where .

" This is not a dream Y/N you can answer me . "

Y/N .

He knows my name .

' I know his voice . ' You thought .

And then it hit you right in the face .

" Dad ? " You asked tears on your face while you where slowly turning to his direction .

He smiled .

He smiled to you .

Your dad smiled to you .

Suddenly you felt someone embracing you - a soft kiss on your forehead .

You hugged him back .

Your dad was here - hugging you and telling you he loves you .

" I am always with you , you are safe . " He told you .

By now you were crying uncontrollably .

" I love you so much Y/N . "

" Do not leave me alone dad . Please . " You begged him through sobs.

" Never Y/N . I love you ." He said to you one last time before you fell asleep .

And he was right .

He never left your side .

You woke up after 8 hours of sleeping , with his cross on your nightstand beside the photo you had of him .

You were safe .

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One year had passed since you first saw your father for the first time .

Everything was going great with the team - almost .

You and Lewis Hamilton were practically best friends by now .

' The best duo on the whole grid ' . Everyone said .

Fans going crazy on Twitter shiping both of you .

You had become great friends with Daniel Riccardo and Carlos Sainz.

You had a good relationship with Fernando Alonso and Perez although you did not talk much , but you respected each other .

You and Valtteri Bottas became buddy's through Tiffany and you had the best time pranking Lewis .

Sebastian Vettel was something else entirely .

He respected you and helped you in any way possible . Being the oldest one in the grid helping others with his own ways , made him the father of the grid .

The only one who did not speak to you was Verstappen .

Max Verstappen .

He looked at you with such hate .

Did not talk at you .

Even when you had to sit net to him in interviews he always switched seats with somebody else .

Atleast you were thankful that nothing ever happened .

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Two years had passed by .

The best two years of your life .

Your relationship with Lewis was stronger than before .

At least that's what you thought from your part .

You liked him .

Actually you liked him even more than a friend .

God you even loved him at this point .

But you desided to keep it to yourself , not wanting to mess up your frienship or even worse jeopardize your partnership .

Valtteri joined Mercedes and for once you though that they would ask you to transfer , but Toto Wolff would never do it . Especially after watching you getting close to Susie an having the best time babysitting their kids .

In the Brazilian GP of 2017 you finished first place earning the respect of Kimi Raikkonen and becoming close buddy's .

You were always sending food posts and memes in each other and you even died from laughter when you first watched Jackass while babysitting his kids .

Everything was going great until the Abu Dhabi GP .

Valtteri finished first , Lewis second , Sebastian third , Kimi fourth , you fifth and in the sixth place Max .

You had overtake him in last possible minute earning your place in your father's hometown - something that Max did not like at all and decided to make it show in the press conference later .

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" My name is Joseph from the F1 Magazine and my question is for Miss Y/N Senna . Y/N you were so good today and I am a 100 % that next year you will win the Championship . I can not help but wonder though and it is something that a lot of people are asking - today you came in the grid with some of your father's clothes . Is there a particular reason ? " He asked you .

" I actually do it all the time since some of his clothes fit me and I believe that he had the best style back then and since now Lewis has stolen that place I need to bring it back . " You answered smiling and making a little joke about Lewis that alot of people loved .

Especially him .

" That is great . My next question is for everyone and it is about what cars do you drive . Can we start with Mr . Vettel . " The interviewer asked with a smile .

" Well I have a Golf . " Carlos said and everybody laughed .

" And you Max ? " The guy asked him .

" I drive a Ferrari , not like someone else that drives a Golf or an almost 30 year old car . " Max said hating on Carlos and you .

You drove your father's famous red Honda NSX and actually own a really big percentage of the Honda NSX cars and you were extremely proud about it .

" Okay . See you on Twitter . " Carlos said know full well that Max is going to get so many new haters .

Sebastian was not proud , Kimi was laughing at Max's stupidity , Daniel was embarrassed and Lewis was furious .

" Y/N what do you have to say about this ? " The guy named Joseph asked you .

" First of all I agree with Carlos and second I am proud of driving such a car . Actually you can ask Mr. Mibe the CEO of Honda and he can assure you that my 30 year old Honda's are far more better that just a plain Ferrari . Thank you . " You answered making everyone in the room speechless .

" Well I totally agree . " Sebastian said laughing .

" She owns the division of the Honda Acura , she can buy all the Ferrari's he owns and plenty more . " Kimi said making everyone speechless again .

Carlos was right , because Twitter was going wild after the press conference was published .

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To say that you were mentally drained was a statement .

You were currently crying your eyes out .

Lewis and his dog Roscoe were on your side .

" I just wished the season didn't end like this . " You said while Lewis was hugging you .

" It's okay silly , everyone is on your side . Look even Kimi talked after a really long time . " Lewis said and you both laughed .

Suddenly you were both looking at each other in the eyes and before you noticed it Lewis had capped your face in his palms and pressed his lips at you .

You were so shocked that you did not realize that you had not kissed him back .

Your unresponsiveness made him believe that he was getting wrong .

'' I am so sorry Y/N I kno that you did- " Lewis said but you interupted him .

" Why did you stop ? " You asked him making him froze in his tracks .

It is safe to say that he kissed you back again something that went on about hours and hours on end until Roscoe got jealous of it and started to bark in your faces .

You stayed in Lewis hands for a while , until a scared Toto stormed inside the room .

" Next GP ? Imola , San Marino circuit . " He announced for both of you to hear , but was looking directly at you .

Imola , San Marino - where your father had lost his life .

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May , 1 2018 Imola , Italy - San Marino Grand Prix

"Today's atmosphere is heavy . We are in San Marino , Imola circuit where Ayrton Senna lost his life . Now we are waiting for the race to start as we have Y/N Senna Da Silva driving for the Mercedes AMG Petronas team . Toto Wolff specifically asked for the press to not be outside of the Mercedes pit . Y/N is already anxious and worried enough . We hope and pray for the best . In my opinion she is the best driver of this generation . " The same presenter that witnessed your father's death , spoke about you .

' 5 minutes till the race start's ' . You said to yourself .

You were inside your car , wearing your father's famous yellow helmet, his cross on your neck inside of your clothes .

Lewis had begged you not to do it .

Daniel and Carlos were totally afraid .

Kimi had retired .

Sebastian knew that it was dangerous but you wouldn't badge .

Your boyfriend - Lewis - was looking at you , pleading you with his eyes from his car to not do it .

Valtteri did not intervene .

You started from P4 , Sebastian in P3 , Valtteri in P2 and Lewis in P1 .

And the race started .

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You don't know how many laps you had done , you weren't counting them .

Everytime you approached the Tamburello racing line until you pass it , your heart was dropping on your stomach , you had trouble breathing .

You were thinking of him .

You thinking about your father .

Your mind was your enemy at this point telling you to 'look at the corner' .

You heart your companion was telling you 'do not look at the corner' .

'What if I lose control of the car and smash into the barier ? '

' What if I die ? '

' Mom is going to be devastated . '

'Lewis . . . oh my Lewis . . . '

' What if ? '

But despite your heart telling you to not look at the corner near the racin line in Tamburello , you did it and what you saw made everything stop .

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It is like you were watching the scene unfold it's self from afar .

You were back in 1994 .

Your car was on the other side of the road parked - you standing at the side of it .

Suddenly your father's car ran off the track and was struck an unprotected concrete barrier at 211km/h .

You could hear everything .

You could see everything .

You could smell everything .

Blood -

Your father's blood -

Tears streamed on your face like falls , your hands trembling while you were running to your father to save him .

But Death was far more powerful .

Before you could go and grab him , a hand engulfed your right wrist .

Your dad was standing besides you - his unconscious body still inside the car .

You started panicking , blindness covering your eyes - head dizzy .

" Y/N breath for me come on honey listen to me . " Your dad instructed you .

Trying to concentrate on your father's voice , you did not see his body getting lift out ofthe car , bones broken , blood everywhere .

After a while your father took you back to the side of your car , watching himself being lifted into a helicopter .

" What was the last thing you felt ? " You asked him .

" The taste of blood in my mouth and pain . " He answered calmly .

" I love you dad . " You said to him and hugged him again searching for his embrace .

You cried again .

" I love you too . Stop unsettling your mind with uneasy thoughts and go finish that race . Okay champion ? " Your father said to you before placing a soft kiss on your forehead .

Suddenly you were inside you car racing at 211km/h passing the Tamburello racing line - with your father's voice saying that he loves you watching him with tears in your eyes waiving at you from the corner .

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" AND Y/N SENNA DA SILVA IS THE WINNER OF THE IMOLA GRAND PRIX AND THE F1 WORLD CHAMPION OF 2018 " . The presenter scream in his microphone when your car overtook Sebastian's and finished in 1st place .

Your team was screaming , but all you could see and hear was your father saying ' I love you ' and ' I am so proud of you ' .

Only when Lewis hand landed on your shoulder you looked up - at him with tears in your red eyed from crying .

He helped you to get out of your car , took of your helmet and your balaclava , staring at you .

He grabbed your face - " What happened love ? " He asked you .

" I saw everything Lewis . I saw my dad . "

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You were currently standing with the Brazilisn flag on your shoulders , trophy on your hands , closed eys and head looking up , while everyone - even the fans - were all silent .

After you rised for your national anthem you asked for a minute of silence for your father .

The wind was blowing - and when something made you shiver but feel safe at the same time - you knew that your father was sitting besides you .

After one minute tears of happiness fell from your eyes .

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2023

You are now 28 years old , married with Lewis from 2019 with one beautiful baby boy .

You were still racing .

But today was a special day .

It was your son's birtand he was turning 3 years old .

You've desided with Lewis to go and wake him up , since you've prepared his favourite breakfast and after you would let him open his gifts .

" Goodmorning Ayrton Happy Birthday honey " You both said to your son to wake him up .

Mom's and Dad's and Thank you's could be heard all over the apartment as your son was driving his toy car around the house while holding a cookie .

Chocolate was plastered all over his face .

You were both happy smiling at him .

And then suddenly you heard your son screaming in the leaving room-

" I woak up in a new Ferrari . "

" I swear I am going to kill Carlos and Charles the moment I see them." Lewis said to you while you were uncontrollably laughing .

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@unimportantbabymilksharkte

@k----a27s

[bloodycotton]

Day number thirteen. and i was talking with my roomie about how i recognized alfred's voice in Infinity train (S3 E3) and told me that i was down bad... and i agree.

Prompts by: @raven-cincaide-words

(English is NOT my first language)

Day 13.- Forbidden Love

Otto Octavius (Spider-man 2) x Fem!reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Being a hero is a complicated job, with no pay or rewards, of course, unless it's a hot dog the seller gave you for saving him, or a pastry a nice old lady gave you. 

But that didn't stop you, and it won't stop you now, or at least you were beginning to consider it, as your back hit the concrete hard. 

"Shit..." You grunted, a sharp pain shot through your spine and your muscles protested at the blow. 

It took you a few long seconds to sit back up on your wobbly legs, which gave Otto time to approach you, with the heavy metal tentacles. 

"I can almost feel sorry for you" Otto approached you, and you could see your own reflection in his dark glasses. "But then I remember that you're a hero, and it was me who just smashed you into the ground, and it passes" His laugh was cruel, and his joke was honestly bad, but it made you feel awful. 

After all, he was no longer that nice, kind professor who complimented you on the good work you were doing. 

You sighed, and your breath sent another almost electric shock of pain to your ribs, but you still looked at him, even though he couldn't see your face thanks to the mask, Otto knew you were defying him. 

His cruel grin widened even more. 

"Oh, the little heroine won't give up, will she?" his tentacles lifted him off the ground, causing you to crane your neck up to look at him, making you dizzy. Apparently the slam against the concrete affected you more than it should have. 

But you moved your head, nodding. You were going to fight to the end, even if it hurt your soul to think of hurting him. It was an eternal battle against yourself.

"I'll never give up... Doc Ock" You sneered his new name, it felt... bitter. His new name sounded to you like you were putting a tombstone on Otto, your Otto. 

His smile faltered for a moment, but then it widened again, even more cruel and vicious, then he chuckled, after all this was nothing more than a game to him, unconsciously breaking your heart. 

"Then I'll make you give up," he said, his threatening voice sounding mordant. Then you knew you were not going to win the battle, two of his tentacles moved with the speed of light towards you, and your wounds, tiredness and the heaviness of your heart did not let you react in time. 

You felt the air, compressing around you, his tentacles had trapped you, squeezing your soft body between the cold metal, the pressure in your bones was agonizing, overwhelming, but there was always a small glimmer of hope. 

"Otto..." Your voice barely made it out of your throat, his rough, hard hands pulling roughly at your mask and, in the process, leaving you exposed.

"What do you think, little heroine, that I can feel sorry for you?" His voice was a sharp whisper, but there was something in his gaze that told you that, deep down, the internal battle still raged, he knew you and did not wish to hurt you, but quickly that little flame was extinguished. 

Its tentacles squeezed even tighter, and you heard a crack, pain shot up your spine from the tips of your toes, and a ringing in your ears. Your eyes opened and for a second you wondered at what point you had closed them, you looked up at him, your eyes collided, and you couldn't stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. 

Though your body still protested the pain, your heart burned with the memory of what you once shared. You remembered the long nights in his lab, discussing science and dreams, and how he inspired you to be better.

"I love you, Otto" You said to him, on the verge of unconsciousness, if you were going to die it was better to say it now and not pass to the other side with the burden of never having confessed it. 

You felt the air on your face, his tentacles let go of you, dropping you to the cold hard ground. 

He was gone, he spared your life.

[krikeymate]

Here's something that's been sitting in my notes for over a month and a half that I'm clearly not going to do anything else with.

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The muffled sound of yelling, dull thudding, the sharp smash of shattering glass and crack of thrown ceramics. These were not unfamiliar sounds that would permeate the house when Christina Carpenter was home.

But Sam didn't know that.

The sound of breaking glass roused Sam from her sleep, but it was the sound of a raised voice that had her leaping from the bed. With each hurried step down the hall, the yelling grew louder and more distressing. She practically threw herself down the stairs; her feet hitting the floor with a heavy thump.

The yelling ceases.

She rounds the corner into the kitchen, pausing in the doorway. The sight of her sister curled up on the floor at their mother's feet inexplicably fills Sam with dread.

Her eyes flick between them for a moment, trying to read the situation.

"What's going on?" she asks, careful to keep her tone calm and free from accusation, stepping into the room. Whatever this is, it feels fragile.

Her mother stares back at her as if no time had passed since she last saw her eldest; with a gaze that scours through your skin to reveal what's underneath, a gaze that finds her lacking, as always.

"Samantha," she drawls, eyes piercing and fixated solely on Sam. She doesn't offer anything more, doesn't acknowledge the girl trembling beneath her, doesn't resemble the loving mother Sam knows she used to be. The mother who would tuck her in and braid her hair and always have a smile for her. Who would tell her "you're going to do great things one day my love" and "I'm so proud of you" and "you're capable of so much more than you know." Sam wonders where that woman went.

It's unnerving.

She was fighting for her life and the life of her sister not even 3 weeks ago, and yet standing before her mother is what makes her want to cower. Pathetic.

Sam swallows and looks away, eyes dipping back to her sister. That's what matters, not this stranger before her. She steps forward and crouches down, placing a hand on Tara's shoulder. The way she flinches at the touch sends Sam's heart racing.

"Hey," she coos, her fingers twitching in a soft squeeze. "It's just me, what are doing down there?" It's supposed to be a gentle reassurance. It fails.

Tara only curls up tighter, face hidden beneath her arms. Sam thinks she must be missing something, something important. The uncertainty is suffocating.

"She fell," their mother scoffs, turning away from them. "You know what she's like... Well, I suppose you wouldn't, would you." The words are designed to hurt, and there's a foreign smirk just visible in her profile. A pit settles in Sam's stomach. "She's always been a clumsy thing." That's not true, Tara's always been so careful.

"I mean just look at the state of her!" Is she implying-

Sam adopts a tone so cold it could rival her mother's soul. "She was attacked, if you'll recall." Fuck, Sam remembered why she couldn't be around this woman. "She almost died!"

The woman just scoffs and picks up a nearly empty wineglass. "Don't be so dramatic Samantha."

[funmalibmillie]

Yeah...I posted the next chapter of "Ripple" on Ao3 just because I wanted to and to show off my rubber ducky MHA collection...NO REGERTS!

Chapter 3: The Plan at the Hero Gala

Nothing. 

Absolutely nothing was in Epic Enigma that the nerd didn’t already have that would impress him. Fuck. Maybe I can find something online. Something’s gotta be out there that he doesn’t have…wait…That Fucking Rubber Duckie. Of course! Well, that’s only if the nerd hasn’t gotten it already since then. 

Izuku went on and on about the “highly coveted” pro-hero collector’s piece when it was first released in the winter of their second year at UA and again when an online auction came up for it around their graduation. The greenie basically vomited his excitement to whatever poor soul would listen and when he showed an online picture of it to Katsuki, it was the most ridiculous thing the blonde ever saw. It was manufactured to look just like All Might; the pro-hero’s usual flamboyant, bright, blonde animatedly-double-spiked hair had transformed into unexpected smooth plastic waves and two fists were raised in the air ready and itching to unleash any set of his signature “SMASH” attacks. His trademark smile, a curve that settled courage and sent fear scuttling in the hearts of villains whenever he announced “I am here!”, was etched into his beak. The Tubbz All Might, robed in a fondly cartoony costume and blended the classic rubber duck yellow with the iconic red, white, and blue of All Might’s suit. It was—Katsuki could acknowledge—a fairly accurate scaled-down version of the real deal that managed to retain the essence of All Might's mighty persona. Only 3000 were ever made. 

Izuku never got the damn thing when it was first released though (nor the second chance of the auction), and he was downcast for 3 fucking weeks afterward. He was also acting really strange around Katsuki at the same time and wasn’t even focused during their regular spars. Fed-up, the ash blonde finally asked Izuku what the fuck was up with him and eventually the latter spilled the beans. Whether those musical fruits tooted truths were a different concern. Apparently, the nerd was going to get the ludicrous duck that winter and saved up a good amount of cash from his side jobs and paid hero work studies to get the expensive ass thing, but he got caught up in a villain attack and by the time he got to the store, they were all gone. Katsuki believed it—some part of it anyway, though he couldn’t figure out why he questioned it. Consider it a second quirk (or love), but he could always tell when something was going on with Izuku even when he wouldn’t communicate it and vice versa. However, the blonde reasoned that without a doubt, something like a villain attack would be the only sensible reason the nerd would miss an opportunity to get more All Might merch, especially a collectible like that. 

While on the way to the parking garage, Katsuki did a quick check on his phone to search for whatever information might be available for the absurd plastic aviary. What he saw made him stop in his tracks, bottom jaw practically hitting the floor with his eyebrows punching the ceiling. 

��110,838,750 YEN!!!???” he screams aloud. Luckily, the garage was clearing out since the mall was now closed but a few people did look over at him curiously. This duck, as it turns out —which under normal circumstances is just a toy, an old school child’s bath time plaything—is the most expensive All Might collector’s piece in the world right now. (110,838,750 yen = 750,000 US dollars). Granted, it was expensive when it first launched, but damn. Rubber ducks? Who knew?! 

Shit. It also looks like people are keeping the genuine items to themselves since only knock-offs are being sold online. Katsuki sighs. This is not good. I gotta be able to find or do something. Maybe the hag— “HELL NO!” He says aloud to himself rushing to his car. Am I really getting that desperate?

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“What. A. Piece. Of. Shit.” Echoes the older basically female version of Katsuki. 

Katsuki (settling on one of his parents’ living room chairs as they opened the Warrenco box, sipping on tea his father just made): “That’s exactly what I said when I saw the damn things.”

“Well, we still have ones that we’ve created in the past as options.” Sighs his father coming from behind his wife.

“Yeah, good thing too. Going to the shrine in these may border on disrespecting it, if anything” Mitsuki groans, still looking over the Kimonos. “Worst. Business. Deal. Ever.”

Katsuki hadn’t seen his mother give that type of look since she found out how her son treated Izuku in their teen years. It was part of his therapy to grow from who he used to be and become a better version of himself. That facial expression was one of helpless disappointment, an acceptance without a fight of what cannot be changed. A sight he absolutely hated seeing on her as it didn’t fit the powerhouse that was and is Mitsuki Bakugo: “Tch. I’ll say, but maybe we can figure something out,” the young Bakugo offers.

“Nah, kid.” She forlornly replies, nodding her head. “Just let it be. Luckily, your father and I handled our retirement savings very well and we are set for the rest of our days.”

“Yep. No need to worry, kiddoe.” Softly interjects Masaru. He’s always been more gentle-natured than Mitsuki, but no less fierce. He’s a lot like Izuku in that regard. Quiet and kind on the outside, but smoldering with a vibrancy and passion underneath revealing itself only under certain circumstances. That very vibrancy showed in the sadness exuding from his brown eyes toward the kimonos as well. “It’s just a shame to see what Bakusan has been turned into…” The brunet man sighs. “Oh Well. Can’t change the past, now can we?”

“Sad to say, honey. Sad to say.” She puts the disasters back into the box, then takes a seat on the couch next to her husband. A brief moment of impromptu silence lies between the 3 for the dismal outcome of their familial fashion legacy. 

Bringing some life back to the room, Mitsuki grabs her tea: “Well. Katsuki, great job on your rise in the hero ranking recently!”

Masaru (mirroring the same actions of his wife): Yeah, son. You and Izuku are doing fantastic! 

“Thanks.” Weakly nods the young blond, still disappointed in his search from earlier that drew bare results. 

Masaru: What’s up, son? Something on your mind?

“No.” Katsuki quickly responds.

“Does that long face have anything to do with Izuku’s engagement tonight?” Mitsuki plainly states.

Katsuki (jolts to attention in his seat): WHAT?! How do YOU know about that? 

Mitsuki: Yo-Kun asked Inko and Yagi if he could personally come over and invite us to your New Years Hero Gala tonight so we could be there when it happens. Said Zuzu would probably appreciate the people he loves being there to witness it.

Katsuki (scoffs to hide his jealousy): Like I give a damn what SHinDo YoOo does. As long as Izuku is…happy. Right? Right.

Both parents wore a similar cloak of concern. It’s clear that they wanted Katsuki’s happiness, and that this was a touchy subject even though their son never voiced it openly. Years upon years of observing their child made them keenly aware of his subtle nuances of behavior when it came to his interactions with Izuku, and seeing him in this melancholic phase broke their hearts.

Masaru (sighs): Son, please know. We’re not trying to pry. We just know that despite both of your…pasts, you did have feelings for each other.

Mitsuki (lightly chuckles): Even when you were a tiny brat, I remember you walked up to Inko one day dragging a cherub-pink cheeked Izuku with you and asked her if you could marry him right then and there. You even promised to give him one of your favorite rings you got out of a cereal box.

Katsuki shoots a glance towards his parents and offers a blue smile at the memory. Winds of unease howled within him, knots churned his insides, making swallowing the familiar air of his childhood home unusually difficult.

Katsuki (slouching in his seat and turning his gaze toward the ceiling): I do still have feelings for him, but I fucked up. Badly. That shouldn’t come as a surprise, I guess. I know it’s too late now…probably…but I—

"Katsuki” Masaru says, noticing his son’s increasing discomfort. “Your mother and I may not know everything about the complexities of what you and Izuku have, but we do know this—an unexpressed feeling is a feeling wasted. No matter the outcome. You have the chance to tell him and at the very least…get it off your chest, son."

Katsuki swallowed the lump in his throat, grateful for their encouragement and responded with genuine sincerity. "Yeah…thanks."

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Arriving later at his high-end flat overlooking the city he served as a pro-hero, Katsuki fulfills his personal promise of laying down for a quick 15 minutes thinking over the two main events of the day that have occupied his mind. Izuku and the Girl from the mall…Kisassa was it? Close enough. She seemed familiar, but not… What did she mean by “it” happening on New Year’s Eve and that she could help? Katsuki was going to steal the nerd back before the proposal went down, so was she referencing something else? She looked too young to be involved in villainy, but to be fair so did damn Toga Himiko. Furthermore, all of his classmates were too fucking young to be involved in a whole goddamn war, so it’s possible. Still, he simply didn’t have enough information to go on because there wasn’t necessarily a threat since she didn’t specify any explicit danger, only that Katsuki shouldn’t be “too sad.” Over what? Deku getting proposed to? How would she even know that? Maybe someone leaked something on social media? Unlikely. It would be EVERYWHERE right now, if so.

The blond sighs and withdrew further into his solitude. Too much emotion for one day for a young hero who built his reputation on almost callousness and a head of pride for inevitable, indisputable wins against villains. Would I really be that sad over this shit? It’s just… marriage…between Shindo Ho and…Izuku. It’s just a…commitment…to be exclusive together…most marriages don’t even last long right? Oh…he hated this. Absolutely fucking hated this. The thought was like acid eating away at his heart. Despair coursed through his veins, poisoning his thoughts. He needed to do something, and he needed to do it quickly. 

Izuku…is getting proposed to. Tonight. How did this happen? Katsuki tried his damnedest to come up with some way to win him back but all efforts were in vain. At first, grand schemes filled his mind, but the more he brainstormed, the more ridiculous his ideas seemed. At some point, he conjured up visions of himself renting a Clydesdale horse and riding to theGala with a bouquet of flowers in his arms, with mood music fit for the cheesiest romance novels and hallmark movies playing in the background for some old-time romantic chivalry. This is what I get for being so stupid all this time. I got nothing. Nothing to give the nerd. Damnit. I barely have anything to say, and I fucking suck at words. Maybe I can kiss the living shit out of him, take him home away from the party and fuck him senseless until he forgets Pan-Quake’s name and forgets the stupid proposal. It’s a terrible, shitty idea, so let’s make that Plan B just in case… 

Fuck! Think, Katsuki THINK! 

Of course, Plan A and/or B to Z all rode completely on if Izuku still had feelings for him. 

No way. You can’t just fall out of love with someone so easily…can you? Somewhere inside of him, Deku is still in love with me, right? Waiting for me? Shit. I wouldn’t have waited on me. I should’ve just told him the damn truth all those years ago. 

Katsuki laid there for a few moments longer, his mind meandering the serpentine paths of the past. They completed each other. Their relationship—even in a platonic sense—was a pandemonium of prowess and kick-assery, Deku and Dynamight, Izuku and Katsuki, the best damn heroes the world had ever seen in their UA days: The Wonder Duo.

And it’s about to be the best, damn hottest hero couple if I have any say in it—determines the blonde, huffing himself out of bed to shower and prepare for the evening. 7:58PM. The party starts at 10. I’ll have to think of this more as I get ready. 

However, the more Katsuki thought about it, he couldn’t come up with anything that would convince the nerd to fall into his arms. Over the years, Katsuki let his insecurities, his drive and relentless pursuit of topping the hero charts call him away, time and again, from even building a basic friendship with Izuku. If he was a brutal, bullying, abusive asshole to the greenette as a teen, then he pulled a parkour over the 180 concept of a healthy friendship and became a neglectful, apathetic, and distant…acquaintance? In the back of his mind, he was sure that he had dug his grave already in this and it was too late, but he topped that thought with a tombstone quickly. This was mission impossible, and Katsuki fucking Bakugo was anything but a man who shied away from a challenge. 

He had to win Izuku back. But how? It pained him to admit it, but he could see why someone would fall for Shindo. It was exactly what he thought on the rooftop when lied to Izuku and told him he didn’t love him. Shindo may come off as a kiss-ass, but generally he is a kind hero, has a magnetic personality and that showed through from the bastard on the day of provisional licensing exam. Yeah, he can get a little frustrated sometimes as all heroes do, but he’s passionate about protecting people, as evident of him almost dying from shielding from Muscular (trying to anyway) the shitty stragglers who refused sanctuary during the war before Izuku saved him. He's a leader by default and overall the people of Japan really like him as a hero. In comparison, Katsuki wasn't charming like Shindo or Izuku; he didn't have the composure of a man who brought heartwarming emotions of comfort and compassion on the hero field, just the rush of a win and the thrill of the fight. While he couldn’t personify the fuzziness of ease, he could bring the empowering ecstasy of victory. He and Izuku balanced out each other perfectly there.

Katsuki wiped the condensed fog of his shower off his bathroom mirror and stared into crimson, inhaling and exhaling in defeat. In the end, the only idea that stuck was the simplest, and perhaps the hardest: talking to Izuku. He would pour his heart out and let his feelings be known. It was a risky move, but he had nothing more to lose. 

Hoping to strike the attention of a certain green haired man, he donned his best Bakusan suit -designed with such grandeur, it practically screamed luxury and flair as loud as the hero himself. The ensemble featured an intoxicating blend of provocative red and ominous black. The red, a resplendent vermillion, represented the passion and sheer undying determination which Katsuki held within his core. It was as vibrant as the crimson sunrise encapsulated in his irises, laced with the intense ferocity of a raging wildfire. This luxurious cerise was artistically intertwined with the all-defining, all-absorbing black like nightwar-tinted camouflage, whispering tales of the countless battles he had endured. Striking the perfect balance, the black threading pattern pulsed down like blood rushing through his veins, assertively emphasizing the well-toned muscles that lay beneath.

It sculpted his physique perfectly; complimenting the latent strength it veiled beneath. The exquisite thread piece catered to the sharp geometrics of his shoulders, tracing down his V-tapered torso. As much as it echoed a regal elegance, it ensured no hindrance to his athletic prowess either - a crucial attribute for the hero's regular responsibilities. The ensemble was completed with the crimson mantle flowing from his shoulders. A majestic cascade that rippled in the night breeze; it whispered tales of fiery courage and unwavering bravery. At its border, ebony flames licked up, the black merging with the red, representing the everlasting battle between chaos and order, feared by many but championed by one—The Dynamight: Katsuki Bakugo.

He embodied elegance, resilience, mystery, a loud proclamation of intended justice, and the intimidating whisper of lurking danger all welded into one. Katsuki wore the damn suit as one dons their purpose, promising the city a hero, as much by ambition as by action…and tonight, Katsuki was going to be a man of all action.

I’m coming for you, nerd. I won’t let anyone else have you but me. 

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On the evening of December 31st 2199, nestled within the metropolis of Musutafu, glistened an edifice of grandiose architecture, the Imperial Hotel. This sanctuary of opulence and sophistication bore within its heart a marvel of a strictly elegant design—the Grand Ballroom. 

On this particular night, it was set to entertain the pro-heroes of Japan—the new and the veteran. The entrance to the ballroom hinted at the mesmerizing spectacle within. High lacquered mahogany doors adorned with intricate gold embellishments displaying scenes from ancient folklore swung open into an immense hall. As guests stepped over the threshold, they were swiftly immersed in another realm—one carved out of countless tales of bravery and valor. The centerpiece was a colossal crystal chandelier, suspended right at the heart of the ballroom. It showered the room in a cascade of glittering luminescence, reflecting off the polished marble floor and spiraling up the cascading ivory drapery that adorned the walls, creating an infinite galaxy of lights. The brass of the grandfather clock in the corner shielded with concrete dragons on either side glowed under this radiant illumination, ticking in soft thuds resonating like heartbeats of the evening.

The air was thick with the scent of Imperial Lilies, their blossoms artistically arranged in ornate silver vases resting atop shimmering black granite pedestals at the corners. Their floral melodies filled the air, an olfactory orchestra, harmonizing with background notes of cedarwood and amber silk from the polished dancefloor and upholstered velvet seats, respectively. A grand stage was set at one end of the ballroom, graced by a majestic grand piano, its polished ebony and ivory keys yearning for the artistic fingers of the pianist. Twin ornamental Torii gates framed the stage, cascading soft red light over the piano, lending a mystical aura of the ancient Shinto shrines.

Above them, the grandeur of the ballroom, bathed in delicate light's warmth, echoed the guests’ courage back to them. The room was more than just architecture—it represented a sanctuary of valor, a stage set for the brave and bold, an Imperial tribute to the heroes that held Japan's spirit high. Heroes of yesterday met eyes with the heroes of tomorrow, an acknowledgment of their shared purpose—bravery, sacrifice, and nobility.

Waltzing in exactly at 11PM—fashionably late, of course, because it’s classy and not because he spent 15 minutes in his car trying to psych himself up—Katsuki took a deep breath. He was ready, even if he wasn’t. Let’s. Fucking. Go. He adjusted the collar of his suit and weaved his way through the crowd along the wall looking for a familiar grove of viridian. This was not just any night. It was THE night. One that screamed: ‘Watch out world because Katsuki Bakugou will bare his soul!' Each step he took screamed an imposed confidence.

“Bakubro! Whoa, you look great!” Calls out Kirishima who catches him mid-prowl for the green man.

“I know, Shitty Hair.” Katsuki answers with a heightened level of self-assurance he didn’t possess earlier. He felt unstoppable and even gave the red hero a shock: “you don’t look too bad yourself.”

Kirishima: Whoa! The Katsuki Bakugou giving out compliments? Is this part of a New Year’s Resolution plan or what?

Katsuki: Oh nothing. Just feeling really good about tonight.

Kirishima (ticks a single eyebrow up): Oh, oh yeah? Even with the whole…proposal-

Katsuki (cuts him off with a smirky grin): —Especially, with the proposal.

Kirishima stared at him like he grew a second head. This is a complete shift in personality from this morning: “So, uh…what’s got you in such a good mood, Kat?”

Katsuki: I’m gonna tell him.

Kirishima: Tell who what, bro?

Katsuki (rolls his eyes as if the answer is obvious): I’m gonna confess to Deku.

Kirishima: …………………

Katsuki: What?

Kirishima: Oh…s-sorry about that. I zoned out for a minute. My bad. Uh, C-Can you repeat that?

Katsuki (Sighs in frustration): I said… I’m. Going. To. Confess. To. Deku.

Kirishima (furrows his brow momentarily at the blonde before his eyes widened like he finally understood the meaning behind an ancient prophecy): Oh…OH! Wow! I get it now! Good for you, bro! Just getting it off your chest before the wed-“

Katsuki: No, I’m taking Deku from Shindo tonight.

Kirishima: …………………

Katsuki: Oi…

Kirishima: …………………

Katsuki: Shitty Hair!

“Ya know, the last time I saw Kiri look like this, we were called to a domestic dispute and was met by some butt-naked, intoxicated guy, high off his ass on hallucinogens covered in his own shit and jerking off on the front his lawn shouting at us claiming to be Jesus.” 

Denki’s comment suddenly jolts the red and ash blond men out of their conversation toward the remaining bakusquad approaching them.

“Lookin’ hot, Blasty! Now, what’s this I hear about a certain Green Bean?” Mina includes, amused by the still look of shock stapled onto her partner’s face.

“Oh…” Kirishima voices, finally awake from his confused trance. He glances at Katsuki and back at their friends, coughs into his fist as if it will cover up his next sentence “Bats-KATS! K-Kats here is uh…going to try to…win back Midobro…by confessing to him… tonight.”

Katsuki: I’m not gonna try to win him back, Shitty Hair—

Sero (wipes his hand across his forehead in dramatic fashion): OH, WHEW!!! You had me in the first half, I’m not gonna li—

Katsuki: I AM gonna win him back. As soon as I find him and get him away from Pan-Quake for a minute.

Bakusquad (all wearing Kirishima’s look from earlier toward Katsuki): …………………

Katsuki: OI!

[animebw]

The Anime Binge-Watcher’s Queer Anime Ship Tournament: Round 2 Results!

My god, I thought last round was intense. I can’t even describe how brutal the results were this time. So many nail-biting moments, so many shocking reversals, and we even had an outright tie in there! Not to mention the agony of my number one pick biting the dust in one of the most heartbreaking close shaves ever, but it’s fine, I’m fine. Here’s to another kickass round, and have fun checking out the highlights below the Keep Reading link as I set up round 3!

Most Voted Poll: There was a surprising uptick in voters in a lot of these matchups from the first round; Kawoshin vs Kumirei and SuleMio vs KuroMaya both racked up over 800 votes in their brutal contests. But far and away, with a staggering 1905 votes, the most popular poll was Hibimiku vs Victuuri. And folks, this one just about broke my heart. It’s one thing to lose in a blowout to an obvious favorite, but to run such a close race with such a tidal wave of support, vote after vote pouring in from all corners of the internet as two fandoms smash into each other full-force like the battle of Gondor, only to come just the tiniest bit short of snatching victory? Listen, this is y’all’s poll, and I’mma let you finish, but HIbiki and Miku had the single greatest romance of all time, you hear me? Of all time.

Least Voted Poll: But just as a lot of smaller polls suddenly shot up the voter counts, a lot of the more popular winners from last time took a heavy backseat this time. Madohomu and ToukoYuu’s high first round vote counts both slumped into the 200s range, and YukiTouya vs KobaTohru hit dead last with a measly 185 votes. The Dragon Maid girls went into the 400s range last time in their victory over NanoFate, but for whatever reason, very few of those fans returned to help them survive against the Cardcaptor Boys. I wonder why?

Biggest Blowout: Once again, UtenAnthy put out an incredibly dominant performance, trouncing RekiLanga 81% to 19%. But this time, it was actually Madohomu that took the biggest lead, destroying Adashima 85% to 15%. No surprises in either case, as they’re both huge legacy ships going up against far more recent and less popular offerings. Something tells me neither of them are done wreaking a trail of death and destruction just yet...

Closest Nail-Biter: My heart wants to put Hibimiku’s narrow loss against Victuuri here, as going 47.1% to 52.9% against the history makers themselves is an accomplishment to be proud of. But this time, we have the literal closest a race can possibly be: KaseYamada and AshEiji fully tying at 50% each! A genuinely impressive showing from both fandoms. Both ships will now advance to round 3 where they’ll face off in a three-way showdown with Madohomu. Pray for their souls, it’s going to be a bloodbath...

As for me, I once again ended up split 50/50 for wins and losses, with 4 of my picks advancing (including that one tie) and 4 falling short. But man, the loss of Hibimiku makes it seem so much more brutal. Oh well, more misery to come in round 3!

Full Results:

2-A: Adachi x Shimamura (15%) vs Madoka x Homura (85%), 294 votes

2-B: Kase x Yamada (50%) vs Ash x Eiji (50%), 316 votes

2-C: Suletta x Miorine (72.7%) vs Claudine x Maya (27.3%) 864 votes

2-D: Yukito x Touya (64.9%) vs Kobayashi x Tohru (35.1%), 185 votes

2-E: Shinji x Kaworu (69.2%) vs Kumiko x Reina (30.8%) 818 votes

2-F: Hibiki x Miku (47.1%) vs Victor x Yuuri (52.9%), 1905 votes

2-G: Touko x Yuu (74.1%) vs Cocona x Papika (25.9%) 223 votes

2-H: Reki x Langa (19%) vs Utena x Anthy (81%) 432 votes

[deepergrooves]

93 ’til infinity and beyond

Hip hop royalty celebrate 30 years of their iconic 93 ’til infinity album at the Hollywood Theatre - Post by Mark Lynch (aka Linchi)

Earlier this month I hobbled along to the Souls of Mischief gig at the iconic Hollywood Theatre on West Broadway having spotted the name of the cali hip hop group in lights on the retro cinema sign above the ticketing desk. I’d recently arrived in Vancouver, so this felt like the shot of nostalgia I needed, and having injured my knee during a close encounter with the Skytrain escalator the previous Saturday, I needed all the disseshowedo dopamine I could get.

After spotting the sign I scoured the internet for tickets only to be disappointed to find out both shows were sold out so I made a mental note to check in on the way back from beers in the city to see if I could cop a late ticket on the door. After a couple of pints in the hazy sunshine at R&B brewing I jumped on the 99 towards Kitsilano. I made a quick exit from the back of the bus, wadded through wafts of smoke and approached the doorman who agreed to let me in at face value. I grabbed a pint of lager and made my way to the front.

93 dates from 93 ‘til

Souls of Mischief embarked on a 93 date world tour in February of this year starting in their home of California before hitting the UK, Europe and a host of cities across the US. The jazz infused, tribe affiliated quartet of Opio, A-Plus, Phesto and Tajai burst onto the stage clad head to toe in matte black tour merch jackets and bucket hats to a warm and admirative reception with some of the more hardcore fans holding vinyl copies of 93 til’ joyously aloft.  

After 30 years, and 74 of 93 gigs this year alone, the group showed no signs of fatigue as they energetically blazed through their uniquely laidback but punchy discography to a backdrop of trippy crawling visuals. The set was polished, engaging and packed with plenty of heart, humour and tales from 3 decades of grateful service to hip hop. The song selection and performance was tight, kicking off with 93 ‘til opener Let ‘Em Know and sliding between 93 ‘til classics and occasional back catalogue indulgences that included numbers from guests in attendance who were charmingly introduced and celebrated. 

On numerous occasions I promised myself (and my knee) that I would stop bopping in the Hollywood theatres steep and sticky pit and take a seat in the cinema seats flanking the crowd but that never happened. I thought that as someone aware of the Souls of Mischief's influence, but only really familiar with their seminal album, there would be a lot of unfamiliar territory and dips through the evening but it was a testament to the groups stage presence and personality that as the show went on it became even more engrossing. 

Hieroglyphic history lesson

About halfway through the night we were given a brief history of the roots of the ‘Hieroglyphics’, an underground hip hop collective made up of the Souls of Mischief and other Oakland acts including Casual and Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, who A-Plus briefly teased was tonight's special guest - causing a collective gasp before revealing it was a rouse. The group called out key contributors and gave hieroglyphic hand signs before A-Plus led some crowd participation for ‘Batting Practice’ with the chorus ‘It’s like this y’all, it’s like that y’all, I swing a hieroglyphic baseball bat y’all’.

‘What a way to go out’

Looking around, the crowd were getting loose, but spirits were kept alive by the crews DJ who followed in the educational theme by mixing a medley of hip hop classics from Grandmaster Flash to KRS-One before a final scratch dropped in ‘93’ til infinity’ sending the crowd wild and teeing the Souls of Mischief up to use their hieroglyphic baseball bats to smash it out of the park. The group ended by graciously thanking everyone who has contributed to their story including the Vancouver crowd, the Hollywood Theatre staff and anyone who has enjoyed their music from those listening back in 93 to those born in 93. 

After the final shout outs I made my way out and limped home with a full heart, reflecting on a night of homage to 30 years of the Souls of Mischief, 50 years of hip hop and a lifetime of gratitude from fans across the globe to an iconic group who created a song, an album and a cultural movement that has lasted the test of time, from 93 ‘til infinity.

[papabirdurskeks]

Besides souls games, are there other games you absolutely love and take inspiration from? _(._.)_

Oh boy, there are so many games I enjoy and love for many reasons and take inspiration from!

Of course, many of the Souls games take this title to pushing me into enjoying my current little state of world building, but I can't give them all the credit for this!

A good chunk of this actually goes to one of my favorite games since childhood and that game is Tak and the Power of Juju! I used to love playing this game as a kid all the time back when I lived in Germany! I still do in fact enjoy it very much! Its sequel was alright and still just as fun, but its final game Tak and the Great Juju Challenge was definitely a great way to end the series on a good note (I do not count the last game added after because it sucked xD)! The Tak series definitely started me off in going into the realm of story and world building!

Another game I take a lot of inspiration from as well as enjoyment is Skyrim! My first Elder Scrolls game, of course, but definitely a fun one with so much lore and things to do! The world and story building sets itself up perfectly and I just LOVE going through each of my characters profiles to envision their stories come to life and the impacts and interactions they make. Oh gosh do I love it!

Next after comes to both Red Dead Redemption games! I admit, I am a huge sucker for Wild West settings and stories and these games got them both! Recently watching playthroughs and playing myself have got me inspired to make a new story with my bestie as well as revive some old stories I had set in these types of settings!

Of course, I can't go without adding the Five Nights at Freddy's franchise to this list because that would be wrong of me to do xD But yes, FNAF has both made its list as something I love and get inspiration from because its so all over the place and open for many kinds of interpretations that the story telling is endless for it go!

Legend of Zelda, especially Twilight Princess, holds a very special place in my heart as well for the same reasons as the others listed! These games are just gorgeous to look at and provide so much to go for! I can gush all day as to why I love this series and Twilight Princess especially!

As for fun games, here are a few to list!

Super Smash Bros for the Nintendo 64! Fucking love this game and I wish I still had a copy and that my N64 worked well as it did before it gave up a few years ago. I can play hours fighting every computer and opponent alike like a champ!

Second after is the old Sonic games on the Sega! I played these games for hours on end as a kid and I can recount all the good memories I've had playing this game alone or with my baby brother! <3 I still love these games to death and when Sonic Mania came out, you bet your soul I went right for this game the same way I did as a kid!

Third goes to the original Star Wars Battle Front for the PS2, another game in which I would spend hours playing without getting bored or tired! Anytime I play this game I play on the hardest mode possible because I just LOVE the challenge it gives and the whole feel of being the battle of it all! None of the other Battlefront games really captured that fun and enjoyment I had with the first game. I do hope that one day, the original will make a come back on the PS4 Network to play in full again! I love this game!

Another goes right for Simpsons Hit and Run and Road Rage for the PS2! Play these games and you will know just why and how fun they are! I love these games and I will tell you like the others, I have played hours with these games nonstop and loved every moment of it!

And I can't forget the Saints Row franchise as well (minus the Gat Goes to Hell game). This game and the progression is went through is just a fuck ton of fun! The stories are fun and to be able to just unleash chaos while being a total boss is absolute fun!

I also will add Pokemon, Digimon, and Mad Max too as some of the most fun games I’ve played and loved too! 

I have so many other games I love and enjoy but to list them all is just gonna take forever x') STILL-

I love games and playing these ones especially! <3

[fagdykevash]

[ID: A compilation of tweets.

1. Tage Erlinger (@ TageErlinger): Haha, what a wicked and ironic comment bro. Now try saying someting true and beautiful

2. Coffee Lovers and Fans (@ tonyhawktruther): NASA just revealed a heaven-like planet where you can drink a beer at the lake. And they're calling it Earth

3. Theo Fanning (@ TheoFanning): After 50 years, Guitar Center finally makes the correct decision to stop using a guitar as a 'G' in their logo. Why it took that long is still anyone's guess. (Attached: the old and new Guitar Center logos) frog "kid Omelas" kosaric (@ yurirando) quote-tweeted: when they burned the library of Alexandria the crowd cheered in horrible joy. They understood that there was something older than wisdom, and it was fire, and something truer than words, and it was ashes

4. miss en abyme (@ saturnalreturn): Standing in front of the sun and doing shadow puppet shows on the moon

5. Linux (@ linux): When I kill God I will find the spigot from which he meters out grace and smash it permanently open

6. tania (@ boywaif): I had a french professor who once said if you just did something like going to the supermarket and experienced it fully without the goggles of habit and catégories you would go crazy with pure sense and joy. I think about it all the time. In a way this is all for him.

7. sand ghost (@ moutheaters): Me: Is the natural state of the soul quiet or chaos? Taco Bell cashier: Look buddy, it's transient, shifting like water

8. lil stinker (@ superlameballs): guys will make something called "the ultimate treat" and it's just a meatball sub it's just a meatball sub made on sub toasted garlic bread with cheese. homemade sauce, and all the love in their heart- their heart so filled to bursting with love you can taste it in the sandwich.

9. kat, your DM (@ kazzbotz): Whenever you're obsessed with stopping a prophecy you gotta ask yourself: am I enacting the prophecy's will? Is my obsession the mechanism by which the prophecy comes to pass?

10. Matthew (@ CrowsFault): People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers and spider's webs. It's not. Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, the grit of the cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for another go.

11. SOUL fembot (@_fembot): Its always "why did you not sleep" or "how many coffys did you have" and never "was the night dark and endless and full of promise"

12. [A thread:] John (@logicalpathos): This dog looks like my dog from my teenage years, Daisy. God I miss Daisy. aro (@ Arolexion): I miss daisy too dais (@ daisdNDconfused): It's okay… I was reincarnated into a real girl John (@ logicalpathos): Do you remember how we used to run

13. jims (@bubberdunkus): i'd tickle a fish if the wet chime of its laughter could heal us

14. lilies abounded (@petfurniture): i hope death is like being carried to your bedroom when you were a child & fell asleep on the couch during a family party. i hope you can hear the laughter from the next room

15. Linux (@ linux): We cracked open the skulls of our masters and found nothing but flesh and blood

16. [A thread:] azhar (@ emokendallroy) is there anyone even named sheldon irl? creature from the black leagoon (@ bigfatmoosepssy): my class turtle from 6th Grade :) erin m. brady (@ erinmartina): that's a turtle creature from the black leagoon (@ bigfatmoosepssy): When God sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir

17. sio (@ bestinsio): subway rat made eye contact with me and said "join us. when the train comes we slide under the tracks and feel it rumble over us like a warm thunderstorm. we live forever and we love to live" I said no thank you I am too large he turned away from me I cried

18. Not a wolf @sickofwolves: (in all caps) I hope this e-mail does not find you I hope your chair has grown over with moss I hope a pleasant but unobserved beam of light hits your desk perfectly through the collapsed ceiling I hope the silence is deafening.

End ID]

an incomplete collection of tweets i consider to be short poems

[sm0lt0wng0th]

[🕯] 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 [🕯]

Greetings mortals~! You may call me gloomy/gl00my or mistress umbra if you so choose too. This page is my personal collection of world views, sub-cultural views, and a glimpse into my own personal life. Beneath, you can read some info on me. I choose mainly to communicate through Discord or via direct messages here on Tumblr.

𝕹𝖆𝖒𝖊: Gl00my or Mistress/Madame Umbra (only the closest of mutuals can call me by my irl name)

𝕬𝖌𝖊: 25 and 26 as of Oct 13th 2025

𝕽𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: Madly in love for 3 years now, he's my Gomez to my Morticia, the Dracula to my Mina Harker~

𝕰𝖙𝖍𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖞: Cree/Indigenous (possibility of being mixed Asian/Cree due to my Mongolian blue spot on my right shoulder)

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: cisgendered female (assigned female at birth/identifies as my given gender)

𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: heterosexual...? definitely questioning somedays. (bi-curious)

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖘: she/her

𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝕴𝖓: alberta, canada

[🕯] 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘 + 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖘 + 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖘 [🕯]

And just for fun, my personal interests & others down below~! Hit me up if you'd like to discuss any of these interests. ^u^

𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: action, historical romance, poetry, thriller, horror

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: erotica where every 10th page, someone's either in doggy or on their knees, or just any book that has an "obligatory sex scene." The book would've been a helluva lot better without a random sex scene being plopped there for effect.

𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖊 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: horror, thriller, action, documentaries

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖊 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊:

𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: industrial music, gothic rock, post-punk. metal (thrash, nu-metal, symphonic metal and power metal), classical music

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: Country, country, and coooountry! (I'm from a small town...and it's filled to the brim with country music lovers who think spamming the same songs at the bar isn't grating at all. I've heard "I love this bar" a million times now and it still haunts me)

𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘: SlipKnot, KMFDM, Sonata Arctica, Within Temptation, Megadeath, SLAYER, Rob Zombie, Pantera, Godsmack, Disturbed, KIttie, Christian Death, TYPE O NEGATIVE, Witching Hour, etc. The list goes on forever, I'm certain.

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘: Taylor Swift...I cannot say how much her career built on broken heart despises me. Girl's body count has to be nearly as high as the fucking catacombs. Just a blood-sucking, soul-draining, succu-bitch. Fuck you Taylor Swift, I liked you better when you were country...and that's saying a lot.

𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: RPG/MMORPG, rhythm games, dungeon crawlers, farming sims, and fighting games (king of fighters, smash, soul caliber, etc.)

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: Almost any first person shooter except Border Lands

𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕲𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖕: Meats and veggies (prefect for all the Asian culinary I cook at home)

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕲𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖕: Wheats, as well as some meats and some fruits

𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘: Currently? Dan-Da-Dan. Comfort Show? Card Captor Sakura + HxH. And all time? Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokémon.

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘: Fairytale and almost any maid shows that center around a tsundere anime girl. (tsundere or not, bitchy types with a secret soft side just irk me...)

𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖂𝖊𝖇 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘: Metal Family, Vampair Series, Helluva Boss

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖂𝖊𝖇 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘: Not any I can think of...except the cringe that is Boyfriends.

[🕯] 𝕾𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 [🕯]

𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖊/𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝕴 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒: @gl00mysman0r

𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗: @umbralcountess

𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖉: smoltowngoth

[bella97starcandies]

Just sit back and relax, my friend.

Today's lesson won't take too long.

And to make it more interesting,

It takes the form of this nerdy song.

The year is 1889,

Before the accolades and awards.

Nintendo got its start

From making hanafuda cards.🎴

For a century, they grew and planned

To discover just what sells.

Making vacuums and Ultra Hand

And love testers and love hotels.🏩

But they soon zeroed in on games

Like the Game & Watch and Color TV.

In '81, they made Donkey Kong,

And the rest is history.

This is the history of Nintendo.

Spanning the years, hanafuda to Mario...

Straight from Kyoto, with a guy named Miyamoto,

This is the history of Nintendo

1985: Future stars like Link and Samus, and portly plumbers hit the scene.

'89: All our mothers took our Game Boys to play Tetris on that tiny screen.

'91: Super Mario World taught us we could fly while riding dinosaurs.

'94: Virtual Boy had us seeing red, returning systems to their stores.

'96: Let's-a go with Mario to new horizons...

'98: Pokémania caught our hearts and dollars too.

2001: The GBA and GameCube lost some marketshare that day.

But we still loved to play Smash Bros. Melee...!

So goes the history of Nintendo.

From Ana to Kat, Pikachu to Lucario.

A fierce crescendo peppered with strange innuendo,

This is the history of Nintendo.

2004, the DS.

2006, the Wii.

2011, the 3DS, a DS in 3D.

2012, the Wii U, out by this year's end,

And so my friend, well now you know the history of Nintend...o.

Hanafuda, Ultra Hand, Sheriff, Kirby's Pinball Land,

Wild Gunman, Superman(?), Mario Land, Jam With the Band,

Mega Man 1 through Mega Man 7, DK '94 and Rhythm Heaven,

Mega Man 9 and Mega Man 10, Darkwing Duck, DuckTales, Talespin,

Dragon Quest, Diddy's Quest, Simon's Quest, Gargoyle's Quest, Master Quest, Mystic Quest, Puzzle Quest, Fester's Quest,

Yamauchi, Miyamoto, Iwata, Sakurai, Sakamoto, Tezuka, Totaka, Itoi, Arakawa, Kondo, Yokoi,

Ocarina of Time, Link to the Past, Link's Awakening, Majora's Mask,

Zelda II: The Adventure of Link, Pokémon Blue and Killer Instinct,

Little King's Story, Epic Yarn, Actraiser, Terranigma, Illusion of Gaia, Soul Blazer,

Final Fantasy, Super Metroid, Cool Spot, MC Kids, and Yo Noid!,

Mega Man X, The Thousand-Year Door, Punch-Out!!, Resident Evil 4,

F-Zero, Hey You, Pikachu!, Viewtiful Joe and Lufia 2,

Kid Icarus: Uprising, Zelda 1, Golden Coins, GoldenEye, Golden Sun,

Mother, EarthBound, Mother 3, Brawl in the Family!

This is the history of Nintendo!

From Nester to Ness, Waluigi to Wario.

Soon to be taught in schools all over Tokyo,🇹🇰🗼

To solve the mysteries of Nintendo...

This was the history of Nintendo!

[nameforthemain]

peppepeppep :) ITSSS YOURRR BIRTHDAYYY :)) hihi i love you with literally all of my heart and soul!!!! i know this message is a lil short and i wanna apologize for that (pls pls pls blame the spiders and centipedes i literally am fighting for my life rn and i have the new cut on my leg to prove it!! the lil guy is ME and i am SUFFERING)

but its your birthday and im so so so happy to celebrate another birthday with you!! and i also think we actually recently hit two years of being friends which is literally the coolest thing in the world bc YOURE the coolest in the world <3 but i love you so so very much and i think youre actually one of the bestest people ever (even if you support the wrong team with the blue in its colours ((barçabarçamapimapi)) i love you and your unwavering dedication to the wrong team :])

but all jokes aside i will from now until the 18th of may be supporting the blue team with you even tho i prefer red and blaugrana <33 just bc your love of this team is super inspiring and ill always appreciate how loyal you are to it!!! (played as chelsea in fifa for you and we won very hard against real madrid 🤭🤭) the blue is in fact actually also the correct blue tbh (i played on a team with that blue and my fav number to play with and it was my favourite team so itll always be the best blue <3) even if i poke fun at you 🤭

i hope to be here for many many more years to further your exposure to all the mapi content i can find in the hopes to attach you to mapi via bluetooth!! (on spotify theres this way you can attach your phone to multiple sets of headphones to listen with others and i feel you should be like the phone in that case where you can use your bluetooth to connect to two pairs of headphones)

anywho i love you with my entire heart and i hope you have the absolute bestest day and remember how much i love and appreciate you!!!! <333

~ezra/ete/hilhil

hilhil please do not apologise for this being short because it is definitely not that 😭😭 THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU AND ALL OF YOUR MESSAGES TODAY SO MUCH <3333

honestly the wildest part of my birthday every year is remembering I met most of my closest friends here (and joined the Jeff cult) when I was 19. And now I'm 22 that age feels so so long ago but I'm eternally grateful that I still have you and other friends from back then and we're still talking just the same 2/3 years later :))) and I just love you very very much <333

CHELSEA CHELSEA CHELSEA. 22 years to the day of supporting the correct team, and correct blue team and for sure that will never change 😌 thank you for joining me with your temporary support and for smashing real madrid on my behalf 💙💙

but yes yes, here's to many more years 🥳🥳 where I will definitely be inundated with mapi content even if I already like mapi (but will always support Chelsea more 🤭) and many more years of getting to talk with you and call you my friend 🥰

love you loads and loads forever hilhil <333

[jimmyflemion]

MEDIUM

I’ll take a medium Valium pizza. I would really love 2 c a medium pronto. I’ll meet u halfway. Monkey in the middle, mediator. Dennis was the middle of the 3 sons. Meditate on this, “Medium” has arrived, the new social phenomenon release from…wait 4 it “THE FROGS” out 2day 05/04/2024. Now u can live again with a LIVE album from your favorite band. 1986 all through 1992 is captured here in quintessential sound. All count ‘em 20 hits r here, all the smash hits r included, all the jams & gems will delight 4 lifetimes 2 come. Walk into any & every Sexy Spotify showroom, eye candy ITunes store, I will advocate 4 u as u step into adventurous Amazon music strip mall, decadent & delicious Deezer whatever that is, wherever u end up going make sure u take this beauty out 4 a spin & all the other digital platforms in your platform shoes & your mind boggling human form.

Stay in your lane, the middle way, the 3rd eye.

01. F’ d Up Individual 1986 - 04 - 09 Cafe Voltaire, Milwaukee WI

Dennis begins with a song that speaks on a number of levels from a mind that could c a multitude of possibilities with the power & combination of words & music

Even though u killed my son

Even though u killed my only 1

We accept u 4 what u r

A screwed up individual

Accept u 4 what u r

A fucked up individual

Even though u shun the sun

Even though u darken everyone

We accept u 4 what u r

A screwed up individual world

Accept u 4 what u r

A fucked up individual world

Written by Dennis Flemion 01/01/1986

Copyright Candy Anarchy Music

(ASCAP)

02. Whether U Like It Or Not I Love U 1986 - 04 -09 Cafe Voltaire, Milwaukee WI

This moment begins with us wondering what 2 play on stage & I start improvising this song, “Whether U Like It Or Not I Love U”,

thus Dennis adding as I keep singing, “What’s this shit?” After the 1st version, the 2nd version the very next time attempted at the same venue 22 days later follows next & alas the in between banter I speak upon, “Elvis had 8 kittens” adds 2 the American trilogy.

Written by Jimmy & Dennis Flemion

04/09/1986

Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music & Candy Anarchy Music (ASCAP)

03. Reelin’ & Rockin’ #2 1986 - 04 - 09 Cafe Voltaire, Milwaukee WI

3 songs in a row from this show, this time focusing on the barn burner scorcher, “Reelin’ & Rockin’ #2. The original versions of “Reelin’ & Rockin #1” & “Reelin’ & Rockin #2” were recorded either early January 1986 or late 1985 because the 1st version played live was 1986-01-31 O’Cayz Corral, Madison, WI. The 1st songs that ended up on “It’s Only Right & Natural” weren’t recorded until 1986-8-16, “Drugs”, “Jerry Lewis”, “Cilla Will Ya” & “Blonde & Beautiful”. Eventually it took 10 and a half years later until “Reelin’ & Rockin #1 & Reelin’ & Rockin #2”ultimately saw their release on “My Daughter The Broad” 06/04/1996 .

04. Accept My Love 4 What It Is 1986-10-31 Cafe Voltaire, Milwaukee WI

I announce, “Paul McCartney has just joined The Frogs”. Our dear friend Scott LaBerge joins us on cello. We met Scott back in 1980 I believe when he worked at Mainstream Records. He was present 4 a lot of the recording sessions at our house & would come over on the weekends 2 hear the latest songs we wrote, recorded or made up. He just so happens 2 play cello on the made-up song, “April Fools (He had the Change Done at the Shop). On March 31, 2019 I believe Scott’s family was at the hospital & I had the honor of playing some songs via FaceTime while he was in his hospital bed. They would ask Scott if he wanted 2 hear some more, he couldn’t talk but he would smile & nod. The next day, just so happens, April 1st, April Fools day, Scott passed. He was such a sweet guy, we had alot of good times together & he will always hold a deep place in our hearts. On “Accept My Love 4 What It is” this halloween evening., Dennis sets a somber mood & bares his soul, wraps this song up in a present, ties & laces it in a bow of wisdom. I feel like I’m making up 4 lost time letting him know that I knew more than anyone other than himself what an absolute genius Dennis was.

Written by Dennis Flemion 06/06/1986

Copyright Candy Anarchy Music (ASCAP)

05. Born To Run 1988-6-17 CBGB Record Canteen, New York City NY

Our 1st show in New York City. Thurston Moore & Kim Gordon were in attendance inspiring an impromptu, “Song for Sonic Youth” 2 b improvised. 1 of the 1st songs I ever wrote was written in a Springsteen vein, “You Can’t Save ‘em All”. Even though “Funhouse” was written in 1985, imagine Bruce singing that 1, 2 me it sounds textbook 4 him.

06. Persian Cat 1988-10-01 O’Cayz Corral, Madison WI

Written 4 & a half months into the recording of our self titled debut LP, made it a shoe in that it would have 2 b recorded 4 inclusion on the track list. As was my thing at the time, in my head after I wrote it, it being my latest song, I thought it was the best song I’d written topping whatever song I had previously composed.

Written by Jimmy Flemion 06/11/1986

Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music (ASCAP)

07. Rosy Jack World 1988-10-01 O’Cayz Corral, Madison WI

Song 2 of 4 in a row from 1 of our finer shows from the show entitled, “Tour de Gay” with the band in a zone with Brian “Beezer” Hill on bass in fine form.

Written by Dennis & Jimmy Flemion

Copyright Candy Anarchy Music & Tangerine Rabbit Music (ASCAP)

08. Blue Is For Boys 1988-10-01 O’Cayz Corral, Madison WI

As with all the bass lines on our self titled album, Dennis wrote all the bass lines & this 1 is no exception. I can still c Dennis conducting & showing Beez how 2 play the bass on this 1 during practice, what 2 play, dynamics, when 2 stop, how to attack it & the main instruction to play it like Paul McCartney. Which he did 2 his credit, this 1 really grooves.

Written by Jimmy Flemion 04/08/1988

Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music (ASCAP)

09. Gwendolyn Macrae 1988-10-01 O’Cayz Corral, Madison WI

“My Daughter The Broad” selection which was an improvised Tennessee tale of missing person Gwendolyn Macrae. This version even rocks harder than the original with a live bass that jacks the energy ad infinitum. I saw Missing Persons at The Palms in Milwaukee back at the height.

Written by Jimmy Flemion

Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music

(ASCAP)

10. A Day In The Life 1989-02-18 Odd Rock Cafe, Milwaukee WI

The Frogs, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band meet The Beatles

11. Car Crash 1989-06-10 Odd Rock Cafe, Milwaukee WI

Frolicking feedback, detailed drums, blistering bass, gritty guitar & vocals guaranteed 4 a spin out, straight into the wall into the winner’s circle on the other side, allegedly.

Written by Dennis & Jimmy Flemion

Copyright Candy Anarchy Music &

Tangerine Rabbit Music (ASCAP)

12. Benefits Of AIDS 1989-07-16 CBGB, New York City NY

Gay is right

Straight is wrong

Take your pick

Dirty needles or bloody rumps

Well I guess I’m screwed up

But I could never c

The Benefits Of AIDS

The Benefits Of AIDS

The Benefits Of AIDS

From A to Z

The Benefits Of AIDS

The Benefits Of AIDS

The Benefits Of AIDS

From A to Z

I’m no different from u

Just correct

I’m no better than u

Wanna bet

I guess that I’m hung up

But I could never c

The Benefits Of AIDS

The Benefits Of AIDS

The Benefits Of AIDS

From A to Z

The Benefits Of AIDS

The Benefits Of AIDS

The Benefits Of AIDS

From A to Z

It’s just a preference

Really none of your business

I’m not screwed up

But I intend 2 b

I guess I’m hung up

But I could never c

The Benefits Of AIDS

The Benefits Of AIDS

The Benefits Of AIDS

From A to Z

The Benefits Of AIDS

The Benefits Of AIDS

The Benefits Of AIDS

From A to Z

Written by Dennis Flemion 10/10/1988

Copyright Candy Anarchy Music

(ASCAP)

13. Boys With The Boys 1989-07-16 CBGB, New York City NY

This number ends with Dennis doing a Morrissey inflection in his voice adding, “A little Morrissey 4 u”. 8 years later when we were at Mercury Records in New York City, we were asked 2 sign the wall in 1 of the rooms. We were told some time later, Morrissey was asked 2 sign the same wall. Morrissey saw our signatures on the wall & announced, “I love The Frogs”.

Written by Dennis Flemion & Jimmy Flemion

Copyright Candy Anarchy Music & Tangerine Rabbit Music (ASCAP)

14. Adam & Steve 1989-07-19 Ground Zero, Cambridge MA

Recalling my recollection these r all Dennis’ lyrics. Hence as is The Frogs way, it comes out in a way that is open 4 interpretation however u or someone else as the listener thinks, perceives or believes. Eve is 1st noted & then Steve enters the song. 1 could interpret that as the 1st entry being wrong & the 2nd being right or a 2nd interpretation that it begs the question with a question mark & asks u the listening ear 2 believe & agree with whichever rings true 4 u, no right or wrong answer. A world without judgement.

Written by Dennis Flemion & Jimmy Flemion

Copyright Candy Anarchy Music & Tangerine Rabbit Music (ASCAP)

15. Who Needs Love When I Was Born With Jewels 1990-04-27 O’Cayz Corral, Madison WI

Who needs love when I was born with jewels

Love & romance

Kisses r 4 fools

Go away lovers of the world

U foolish people go destroy yourselves

I’ve got rings & furs & lovely things I’m seeing

All around me

Gold is poison 4 the lovers

But it’s my possession

& it’s mine

Oh all u bums can destroy yourselves also

All the bums r pointless

It’s a wonder they were born

I’m dousing myself up with Expensive perfume & cologne from Africa

& a broad is waiting there 4 me

& what more could u want

But a Ferrari

I’ve got a fleet of them

Who needs love when I was born with jewels

Love & romance

Kisses r just 4 fools

Written by Jimmy Flemion 03/03/1990

Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music (ASCAP)

16. Now You Know You’re Black 1991-12-14 CBGB, New York City, NY

The night before the big show at CBGB, we had played a 2 & a half hour house party into the wee hours of the morning, I would venture 2 say, 2:30 a.m. A basement show with I would say 7 foot ceilings & nowhere 4 the sound 2 escape. The next day, the day of the big real show, my voice was a little hoarse & not something Dennis was & I’m downplaying it here, 2 pleased with. So at the beginning on this recording, Dennis is referencing the night before stating, “U know we blew Philadelphia away last night”.

Written by Jimmy Flemion 03/10/1991

Copyright Tangerine Rabbit Music (ASCAP)

17. I Had A Dream 1991-12-14 CBGB, New York City NY

Dennis at his most poignant poetically pinpoints vulnerability reflecting a mirror that leaves no soul unturned.

Written by Dennis Flemion 07/07/1991

Copyright Candy Anarchy Music (ASCAP)

18. Whitefully Dead 1991-12-14 CBGB, New York City NY

Jovial, joyful, carefree, without a care in the world, celebratory, good times, high vibrational song from the same source we all subscribe 2.

Written by Dennis Flemion 01/01/1991

Copyright Candy Anarchy Music

(ASCAP)

19. Blackman, Blackman 1991-12-14 CBGB, New York City, NY

Song 12 the final song of the “Racially Yours” set. Last lyrics being,

“A black man’s heaven is

A white man’s heaven is

A black man’s heaven is

A white man’s heaven is hell”

Live Dennis adds the final touch

“But it doesn’t have 2 b”

Written by Dennis Flemion

Copyright Candy Anarchy Music (ASCAP)

20. U Bastards 1992-02-27 Shank Hall, Milwaukee WI

It could easily be labeled bravado but ‘‘tis not the case, we had been playing long enough 2 b respected & when we put on this kind of performance of this song & got this kind of reaction or non-reaction, Dennis pulled the plug & left the stage, show’s over.

Written by Dennis Flemion & Jimmy Flemion

Copyright Candy Anarchy Music & Tangerine Rabbit Music (ASCAP)

Bass Players:

Jay Tiller (Tracks 1-4, 10-20)

Brian “Beezer” Hill (6-9)

Cello : Scott LaBerge (Track 4)

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Top 10 Worst Number One Hits of the Oldies Era, Part Two

By Robert Fontenot

The Billboard chart rankings, at least in rock's first golden age, were well-known for their accuracy. Which means somebody must have loved these songs... but time has not been kind to these smash hits, all of which were the most popular songs in the US for at least one week of glory. (Click on "compare prices" to hear a clip of the song in question and, maybe, buy it anyway. Got a suggestion for another horrible Number One hit of the Fifties, Sixties, or Seventies? Feel free to e-mail me!)

1. The McGuire Sisters, "Sincerely"

(six weeks, February 12 - March 19, 1955) The McGuires, that last bastion of WWII harmony, had a pleasing vocal blend, to be sure. But there was never a more vivid example of how pop music tried to bland out R&B; -- in this case, the far superior Moonglows original. That version sounds like everything in the world hinges on an unrequited love; this one merely indicates loneliness and desperation without actually reproducing it. A good example of where cultural battle lines were being drawn.

2. Shelly Fabares, "Johnny Angel"

(two weeks, April 7 - 14, 1962) Yes, you loved her on Donna Reed, in Elvis movies, and even on Coach. But this was perhaps the most famous example of what an echo chamber can do for a flat vocalist... dear Shelly's hardly there, if you actually listen closely, and the song itself's not much more vibrant. See also anything by Annette Funicello. (For the record, "Reed" co-star Paul Petersen's "She Can't Find Her Keys" and "My Dad" are even worse. But they didn't make it near Number One, thank God.)

3. Freddie and the Dreamers, "I'm Telling You Now"

(two weeks, April 10 - 17, 1965) Pop historians love to point out how the Beatles wrote some duff songs back in the day, but the pop idol mill has to start working sometime. Not so, apparently, for Freddie and co., who wrote this nothing of a Merseybeat wonder themselves. "I`ll be staying for many a day"? Oh, my. The heart reels. In fact, the extraordinary lameness almost makes it a parody of what the Invasion's poppier elements were up to. And it makes The Dave Clark Five sound like the Animals.

4. Frank and Nancy Sinatra, "Somethin' Stupid"

(four weeks, April 15 - May 6, 1967) Father-daughter duets are the bane of music's existence, and while we all loved Nancy in her go-go boots, even The Chairman of the Board can't make this monument to sap take off and fly. It doesn't help that the verse structure is as circuitously confusing as, say, "Gentle On My Mind." And can anyone explain why a father-daughter duet would focus around a love song, anyway, especially one so kittenish-cute about the early stages of romance?

5. The Carpenters, "Please Mr. Postman"

(one week, January 25, 1975) The Seventies oldies revival led to a number of washed-out reproductions of classic oldies -- Linda Ronstadt practically made a career out of it. But you simply cannot replace the woozy, mashed-potato good time of the original's Motown stomp with California soft-rock ooze and expect it to work. Karen, bless her soul, sounds as if she's waiting on her Publisher's Clearing House envelope. And not to enter the sweepstakes, either, just to get 40 percent off Redbook.

6. The Partridge Family, "I Think I Love You" 

(three weeks, November 21st - December 5, 1970) No one's denying the Nixon-era joys of the theme song, or the Monkees-as-nuclear-family spirit of the original TV show, or even superior followups like "Doesn't Somebody Want To Be Wanted" or "I Woke Up In Love This Morning." But I'd be willing to bet most folks who love this song rarely listen to it, at home, all the way through -- it's a load of half-baked ideas in search of a hook. And when we get a hook (like that intriguing intro), it's gone.

7. Sammy Davis Jr., "The Candy Man"

(three weeks, June 10 - 24, 1972) Two great tastes that taste bad together. Sammy can make anything hep, but he usually started with material that was somewhat hep to start off with -- kids songs and Rat Pack vocal stylings do not mix. Most of what's wrong with this Willy Wonka number turned hit 45, however, has to do with the awful Up With People style production. I realize that the innocence of children was considered a major selling point in those more idealistic days, but come on.

8. Vicki Lawrence, "The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia" 

(two weeks, April 7 - 14, 1973) Story songs reached their peak around 1973, when this Carol Burnett star made her vinyl debut. But it helps to have a coherent story, one not so packed into the grooves that you have to take an extra chorus just to lay it all out. We know now that Vicki's narrator was the killer in question, thanks to Reservoir Dogs. But who did she kill, again? And why? Whose footprints were those? Was that judge corrupt, ot just incompetent? It's not worth going back to find out.

9. Paul Anka, "(You're) Having My Baby"

(three weeks, August 24 - September 7, 1974) Ew. The touchy-feely leftovers of the hippie movement ripen and go bad on this smash, which finds Paul assuring his woman that she looks great, really. If only he'd written followups like "What Kind Of Ice Cream Was I Supposed To Get" and "She's Vomiting Again." Actually, you yourself may feel a bit queasy when Anka tells the woman he's knocked up that she "didn't have to keep it" and she could have "swept it from (her) life." I repeat, ew.

10. Donna Summer, "MacArthur Park"

(three weeks, November 11 - 25, 1978) For many, this was the nadir of pop music in the Seventies -- marrying one never-ending cultural trend (disco) with memories of Richard Harris and cake recipes lost forever. Summer's one of the world's great vocalists, but even her talent and dignity can't save this one, an epic tale of regret being played out like a glitter-ball marathon. And yet, it could have been worse: that disco I Love Lucytheme could have been hyped all the way to the top.

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Right Said Fred are an English pop band formed by brothers Fred and Richard Fairbrass in 1989. They are best known for the hit 1991 song "I'm Too Sexy".

1989–1991: Formation

Prior to forming Right Said Fred, the Fairbrass brothers had been playing music since the mid-1970s: as part of a band called The Actors, the brothers had toured with Suicide and supported Joy Division at the Factory club in Manchester.

The Fairbrass brothers formed the group in 1989, with Richard on lead vocals and bass and Fred on guitar. Prior to forming the group, Richard was employed as a session bassist for artists including Boy George, Mick Jagger and David Bowie, and appears as the bass guitarist in Bowie's short film Jazzin' for Blue Jean. In 1987, Fred appeared as a guitarist in the Bob Dylan vehicle Hearts of Fire.

The group was named after the novelty song "Right Said Fred", which was a hit single for singer and actor Bernard Cribbins in 1962. The Fairbrass brothers were originally accompanied by drummer Ray Weston and guitarist Dan Kruse. Weston left in 1990 to join the progressive rock group Wishbone Ash and Kruse left the next year. Guitarist Rob Manzoli joined in 1990 and remained with the group until 1997.

1991–1992: I’m Too Sexy and Up

In July 1991, the group released its debut single and best-known song, "I'm Too Sexy", on the independent London-based record label Tug Records. The Fairbrass brothers have stated that the song's lyrics are centred on certain users of the gym they owned in London, who they claimed had no shame. "A lot of models used our gym, so we thought it was time to start poking (fun) at them," Fred stated.

The song was a considerable hit in the United Kingdom, spending six weeks at number two in the charts behind Bryan Adams' "(Everything I Do) I Do It for You", and three months in the Top 10. The song also went to number one in 32 countries, including the United States, where it topped the Billboard Hot 100 chart. The song earned the band a nomination for an Ivor Novello award. "I'm Too Sexy" has subsequently been used in over 40 television shows and movies, including My Wife and Kids, The Simpsons, The West Wing, and EastEnders.

Their second single, "Don't Talk Just Kiss", with background vocals by soul singer Jocelyn Brown, was released in October 1991. It made number 3 in the United Kingdom Christmas charts, entered the top five in many countries, and reached number eight in the United States dance chart.

The success of the singles resulted in the band's multi-platinum debut album, Up, reaching number one in the United Kingdom album charts as well as charting worldwide. The album remained in the Top 40 for almost a year. In Germany a fifth single "Love For All Seasons" charted at # 65 in 1993.

In 1992, Heavenly Records released an EP that featured the label's acts covering Right Said Fred songs for charity. The Fred EP contains Saint Etienne (performing "I'm Too Sexy"), The Rockingbirds ("Deeply Dippy") and Flowered Up ("Don't Talk Just Kiss").

Remainder of the 1990s

1993–1994: Sex and Travel

Early in 1993 Fred, Richard and Rob wrote and recorded the Comic Relief single "Stick It Out", which was a top-five hit in the United Kingdom and in many European countries. In September 1993, Right Said Fred released its second album, Sex and Travel. Sex and Travel included the singles "Bumped" and "Hands Up (for Lovers)". The band received its second Ivor Novello award for "Deeply Dippy" in 1993.

1995–1996: Smashing!

Right Said Fred parted company with Tug Records and then released its third album, Smashing!, in 1996 on the band's own label Happy Valley Records, including the singles "Living on a Dream", "Big Time" and "Everybody Loves Me".

1997–2001: Manzoli leaves, You’re My Mate and Fredhead

Rob Manzoli left the band on friendly terms in 1997.

In 1998, Fred and Richard set up their own recording studio in London and started writing and recording what became the album Fredhead.

In 2000, Right Said Fred signed to Kingsize/BMG Berlin in Germany. The first single from Fredhead was "You're My Mate" (co-written with hard rock guitarist Myke Gray.

Other singles from Fredhead were "Mojive" (Ward) and "Love Song" (Agostino Carollo).

21st century

2002–2003: Stand Up

The second Kingsize/BMG album Stand Up was released in 2002. The lead single was "Stand Up (For the Champions)", composed by Clyde Ward and the Fairbrass brothers.

2004–2006: For Sale

Due to family ill-health, Fred and Richard took some time out from travelling to write and record the single "We Are the Freds" and the album For Sale for the Ministry of Sound. In late 2004, Right Said Fred toured extensively in Europe.

2007–2010: I'm a Celebrity

During 2007 and 2008, Fred and Richard collaborated with Clyde Ward to write and record their sixth album I'm a Celebrity. The album was produced by Ward, and for the United States release, Right Said Fred worked with David Levine at Promark Music. In late July 2009, Right Said Fred released "Sexy Bum" in Germany, the first single from the band's HITS! album. The band toured in support of the album in the United Kingdom and continental Europe.

2011–2012: Sexaholic

Right Said Fred collaborated with Norwegian writers/producers Dsign Music to record Sexaholic, released in 2011.

2013–present: Raise Your Hands

Richard spoke at an Oxford Union debate. TV appearances included an acoustic performance on the UK’s Celebrity Big Brother TV show.

RSF began writing and recording new tracks with Paul Statham (Dido, Jim Kerr, Kylie Minogue, The Saturdays). The band released the single "Sweet Treats" in January 2017 from the album Exactly! In August 2017, Right Said Fred's members Richard Fairbrass and Fred Fairbrass, were credited as songwriters on the Taylor Swift single "Look What You Made Me Do" alongside Jack Antonoff and Swift herself. The song's chorus is an interpolation of the famous chorus from "I'm Too Sexy".

In May 2022, Phoenix Music International released the band's single "Godsend", dubbing the duo the 'UK’s most controversial band' after a number of anti-COVID-19 vaccine-themed Twitter posts and appearances in the press during the UK pandemic lockdowns. In 2022, they were involved in leafleting for British anti-climate change activist group, Not Our Future, in Oxford.