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༊*·˚ FOREVER WINTER (IF YOU GO) — task force 141 x reader

04 — I'M HERE REGARDLESS OF THE PAIN

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish + kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price + (non-endgame phillip graves)

warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, fmmmm, enemies to lovers, slow burn, polyamory, ghostsoap, pricegaz, alerudy, heavy angst, requited unrequited love, graphic violence

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As it turns out, ‘real men’ fight bloody.

It’s a difficult journey, your escape, and you end up killing more men than you had ever planned to. With comms blaring in your ears, the weight of an assault rifle in your hands, and the windy night brushing against your clammy skin, you find yourself lost in the thrill of battle.

Everything comes to a head, however, when an unfamiliar voice enters your comms, and both Soap and Ghost seem to deflate with relief.

It’s with the roaring of a helicopter overhead, bullets flying by your running body, that a deep, gravelly British voice trickles into your ear – like the eye of a hurricane.

“All stations, this is Bravo Six – Get down!”

You’re not sure who ‘Bravo Six’ is, or why he’s helping you, but the telltale spark that sparks at the base of your spine has your entire being – your soul – ready to put your life in this man’s hands. It’s an all-consuming, threatening need, but one you find yourself clinging to regardless.

Whatever mental dilemma that is starting to form immediately gets put away with the rest of your ongoing ones. Your focus is now entirely set on the figure on top of the wall, firing a rocket at the enemy’s helicopter. As the pilot loses control of the aircraft, you can feel the thrum in your chest as it crashes and burns into the prison’s ground. 

“It’s Price!” Ghost cries out, the most… not joyful, but pleased, maybe, that you’ve ever heard the man.

“Hell fuckin’ yeah!” Soap adds, and when you flit your gaze to your left, you see the beaming grin on his blood-speckled face. In the giant, bright lights surrounding the grounds, you can see all of his intricacies, even when running and shooting down Shadows.

Price, you now recognise the voice as belonging to, commands you all through the radio once more. “All Bravo and Vaqueros,” he barks, “Top o’ the wall. Get here and I’ll get you out. How copy?”

He’s a Captain, through and through. From his delivery, requiring no disobedience, to the undertone of compassion for his men. He’s the kind of man you’d be blessed to work alongside with – a true, hard earned leader.

“Loud and clear, Price. Comin’ to ya!” Ghost copies, and it feels as though the air around the lot of you has grown thick with tangible, genuine hope.

Rodolfo, closest to your right, looks to you with raised brows, before calling out to Soap and Ghost to your left, “Who’s he?”

Soap’s returning smirk is hardened, a hint of bloodthirst in it. The wrapping around his arm has, miraculously, remained on, with only a small patch of blood bled through. It’s a relief, and a compliment to your handiwork. “A friend,” he chuckles, and you believe it.

“I like him already,” Alejandro barks a laugh, before tilting his head to call out to his men, “¡Vaqueros, vayan al muro, entre las torres, ya!”

You can’t help the small smile that creeps onto your face, amidst the sheer panic inside of you. It’s easy to fall into the heat of the moment, the camaraderie and community.

As the five of you stop mere feet away from the wall, you see ropes get dropped down by the figure on top, allowing for all of you to ascend. Price tells you all as much, before you're clicking your ascender into place, and being shot up the rope.

You’re just behind Soap and Ghost, watching as two men – you’re assuming the one with the boonie hat is Price – grab their hands and pull them up.

They all greet each other, and it hits you what they are. Who they are. 

This is the 141 of every soldier’s nightmares. This is the 141 who Soap’s confirmed is closer than anyone will ever know. This is the 141 that takes down enemies by each other’s sides, forever on each other’s six.

It’s odd, being an outlier, someone watching on from outside of their circle. Like a spectator in a real life motion picture, or a cameraman capturing the essence of a love so deep, no one could tell where it started and ended.

They barely pass a few words amongst each other, before each of them move to help the rest of you up.

It’s the other stranger – a man with tight, dark curls, and electrifying brown eyes, that stretches his hand out for you to take. With one breath to decide, you let your hand fall into place against his, your skin heating from the very first touch.

Time seems to stop, just for a moment, as the two of you make eye contact for the first time.

His eyes. They’re such a deep, earnest brown, and the dimples etched into his cheeks look as if they were made to be admired. He, like Soap, has a light dusting of freckles across the highlights of his face, and if one were to tell you he was carved from stone, you’d believe it.

In reality, this assessment lasts less than a few seconds, before he’s pulling you forward.

But he’s too strong, too fast with it, and you quickly find yourself crashing into his chest, your nose hitting against his collarbone, sending a sharp pain through it.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, love,” he rambles out, quickly placing his large hands on your shoulders and keeping you at arms distance, eyes flickering up and down your frame. And, oh, his voice. It’s like honey against velvet, warm and soft and accented. 

“It’s alright,” you manage to say, around the stiffness of your jaw.

He, too, seems at a loss for words, his brows pushing together in confusion. Before either of you can continue your conversation in your small bubble, Soap bursts it with easy charisma.

“Ale, Rudy,” he jerks his head towards the two newest additions to the small group, before looking to you, “Sweetheart.”  You can feel your cheeks heat, your knuckles whitening against the strain of fisting your hands. “Meet Captain Price and Sergeant Garrick.”

It’s a true insult to be referred to as such a vitriol-lidden endearment, especially when being introduced to the 141’s Captain. And the man who you can’t quite get a feel of – the one still watching you, now.

“Thanks for the assist. My men need cover fire,” Alejandro yells over the sounds of gunfights and firearms, reloading his rifle as he does so.

There’s a collective, exciting thrum to the air, your body coming alive within it. A rooted, organic part of you instinctively forces your attention to Price, who immediately commands his team; “The lot of you! Overwatch – now!”

It’s a good call, and quickly adjusting a scope onto the head of your rifle, you move to kneel and aim over the small stone wall. 

Peeking over it, you manage to shoot a few in an arm or a leg – not fatal wounds. If you were at all thinking, you’d realise it was a self-preservation technique; when your body would finally crash from the adrenaline, the pure agony of killing your men would, maybe, lighten. Just a bit.

You jolt when Price barks a warning, “Vehicles incoming, right side!”

Quickly adjusting your stance, you manage to catch a glimpse of the said vehicle, its body covered in the shadows.

“That vehicle’s rigged –” Ghost calls to your left side, but by his dampened tone, you can tell the words aren’t directed to you, “Soap, detonate it!”

Through the scope of your rifle, between one moment and the next, orange and yellow fill your line of sight; nothing visible but the heart of an explosion. You can’t help your deep, surprised exhale, but the sound of Soap’s manic laughter soothes the tension in your shoulders.

“¡Escalen, Vaqueros! ¡Es su oportunidad!” Alejandro shouts through his comms, at the same time that Ghost calls out their status, “Vehicle destroyed!”

Ghost’s voice is such a deep timbre – all dominance and command, guttural and raw and gravelly. You feel almost guilty, how easily you find yourself clinging to their instructions, even if you outrank them all. Like scotch tape over your cracking porcelain brain, a quick fix; a necessary one, if you don’t want to break on this very cement.

“Shadows in the right side tower, watch your backs!” Price calls, and you instantly pivot to direct your gun to the stone tower to your right, hands assuming the most stable position on your rifle without a single tremble.

Your eyes go wide as you watch Soap storm in, efficiently taking down all of the Shadows within with easy shots and a final slice of his knife.

Minutes pass, then, yelling of orders, Soap landing shots of his grenade launcher, Shadows going down without a single KIA caused by your trigger.

It’s when Alejandro calls out to his soldiers, pushing his tactical glasses up and securing his rifle on his back, “Vamos, avancen rapido- mientras está despejado!!” That you let yourself breathe. In, out, the feel of your chest rising and falling with the sound of destruction all around you.

The rest of the previously captive soldiers rush up the ropes, you extending your hand and pulling up a few, just like the rest of the men on top of the wall.

“We’re good to go, coronel,” Rodolfo turns to report to Alejandro, his expression firm, a thin clinging of sweat shining with the fire of explosions below. A few small cuts decorate his face, one just nicking a mole on his upper cheek.

Alejandro nods, allowing himself a smirk to stretch over his face, before looking to you all with a narrowed gaze. “Let’s get out of here, hermanos y hermana.” You will never admit the small, blooming part of you that craves that kind of inclusion – how he adjusts to your presence in such small ways.

“Down the wall,” Price jerks his chin, wiping a hand over the scruff of his beard as he prepares to exfil, looking behind you all. “We are leaving!”

Your heart stutters in your chest – a sudden, all-consuming thought erupting in your brain like wildfire. If you surrendered – turned, and begged for the Shadows to take you to Graves – would they? Was there any hope of return, of normalcy, a way for you to go back to the life you always knew?

A sudden hand around the nape of your neck has you startling out of your wandering thoughts, your eyes fluttering where they meet near-black ones. 

Ghost.

“You know how to get down, dontcha?” He tilts his head, the words coming out deadly soft in the gunfire surrounding you both.

With shaky, unsure movements, you nod.

He squeezes his hold on your scruff tighter, studying you like one would study a germ under a microscope. He leans in – his mask brushing the side of your ear as he seethes, “Then get down, Sweetheart.”

If he knew of your inner struggle, or if it was merely a coincidence, you aren’t sure.

All you know is that he’d just saved you. Intentionally or not – he had rescued you from both the Shadows, and yourself. With a firm nod of your own, you shoulder him off of you, and rappel down the wall.

As soon as your feet hit the muddy ground, you focus in on the exfil vehicles up ahead, the lights no longer shining on you all. Hints of sunrise peak over the horizon, the small bits of hazy orange decorating the men near the vehicle.

Two more footfalls echo behind you, and when you look over your shoulder, it’s to find both Soap and Price.

“These are ours,” Price affirms, pointing to the two vehicles in front of you. When his eyes meet yours, his jaw sets minutely, and you're quick to look away and to the rest of the group.

“Check,” Alejandro nods.

Soap, jogging up to the vehicle, gestures to Rodolfo, “Take the truck we came with,” the man quickly agreeing and rushing back to join his Colonel and men.

“¡Vaqueros, siganme...! ¡Rudy, movamos el rancho!” Yells Alejandro, jerking his head towards the other man, Rodolfo quickly responding, “Sale, Coronel, suerte.”

Adrenaline continues to rush through your veins like a second blood, your muscles loose and ready to react to the smallest snap of a twig. Turning your brain off is second nature, at this point, the rush of unneeded thoughts shut off like a faucet.

Directing Price to follow their lead, you find yourself lost on where to go – Rodolfo was the closest thing you had to a supporter, but at the end of the day, the deal had been made with the 141. Not the Los Vaqueros.

“Gaz, drive!” Price directs, before his steely blue eyes find you, frosting over, allowing you no way of reading his emotion. “You’re with us.”

…There’s your answer, you suppose.

The five of you manage your way into the vehicle, Gaz roughly hopping into the driver’s seat and the other three rushing into the back. Soap’s hand finds its way around your wrist as you go to hop in, pulling you forward roughly. 

Elbowing him with a somewhat immature huff, you try and get comfortable, but being squished in with three other six-foot-something bulky men makes the act difficult.

It’s the least of your problems, really, because as soon as you stop your fussing around, all eyes are on you.

“You lot have three seconds to tell me what the hell is goin’ on,” Price grits out from under his breath. Somehow, it comes out a hundred times more terrifying than if he had yelled it.

Two nervous seconds pass, and just when you think that this is finally going to be the end of your road, Soap babbles out, “The lass is with us now. Sir.”

Knees spread, Price runs a tired, weathered hand down his face, letting out a long-suffering breath.

“...Where’s she from? A stray?” He asks, looking to the two – so dismissive, you just can’t help yourself. You’d earned your title, you were worthy of respect, even if it was from the Captain of the 141.

“She’s right here,” you retort, voice hard and unbudging – even when six eyes lock onto you once more. “And she is a Colonel. One who just killed her men because she wasn’t going to turn a blind eye to war crimes. Who just saved the lives of your men, for no reason but her humanity. Is that what you wanted to hear, Captain?”

Visceral, tangible silence fills the metal walls of the vehicle once more.

That is, until a low, impressed whistle from the front breaks it. Gaz. You look into the rearview mirror, meeting his smile-crinkled eyes. “Definitely what I wanted to hear,” he says, a grin on his elegant features, the minute lighting of the horizon cascading his skin is silky pastels.

“...Sweetheart ‘nd Johnny got in a scuffle while we were on the run,” Ghost supplies, eyes darting to yours for a second before focusing in on Price. “She gave him mercy. We agreed to enter a… mutually beneficial agreement.”

“Mutually beneficial?” Soap guffaws, then groans when you elbow him against his injured arm, his head hanging between his shoulders.

Staring down Price, you straighten your spine. “I help you all survive Graves and get the job done. You give me the resources necessary to knock some sense into him.”

Price raises an unimpressed brow, looking at the three of you in a strange sense of exasperated disappointment. “By ‘knock some sense into ‘im’,” he uses air quotes, “We help you kill ‘im?”

That is the biggest question of all.

Could you – would you – kill him? The man who was your everything; boss, provider, family, lover. If it meant protecting the greater good, if it meant sacrificing yourself, would you allow yourself to deliver the final bullet to his brain?

“No,” you manage, voice cracking softly when you look down to where your hands fist against the fabric atop your thighs. “This isn’t him. I don’t know what’s going on, but…” You swallow, finally looking at Price in the eye once more. “I just want things to go back to normal. He’ll come around.”

It’s like you’ve rolled over and bared your throat to the four men, allowing vulnerability in such a trapped space.

“And if there is no saving him?” Price asks, leaning his forearms against his thighs, entwining his hands together as he studies you. “We’re taking ‘im down, but…” Rolling his tongue against the back of his teeth, he considers for a moment, before nodding to himself. “We’ll allow ya to speak to ‘im. If anything goes haywire…”

“You’ll kill him,” you fill in the blanks, the words sounding hollow even to your own ears. They taste wrong on your tongue, the syllables like sour milk.

“He tried to kill us both,” Soap spits out, his right leg bouncing as he looks around the van. “Yer lucky we’re giving ye this much.”

“I could’ve killed you,” you state, the words anything but a lie. They seem to shut him up, at least.

“Save the squabbling for later,” Price cuts in, a direct order to you both. You could, if you wanted to, point out that you were both of equal rank, really, but you decide against it. If you had it your way, you’d have the Captain of Task Force 141 liking your company. “What the hell happened to you, MacTavish?”

MacTavish is certainly a new one – if you had to take a guess, it’d be Soap’s last name.

With a roll of his eyes, Soap jerks his chin to his bandaged upper arm. “Got shot. Through and through. Sweetheart bandaged me up.”

“Where’d that one come from?” Gaz asks from the front, watching through the rearview mirror. “Sweetheart. Got a crush, Johnny boy?”

“Oh feck off,” Soap grumbles, casting a soft glare to the man up front. “Hen gave me those sweetheart lollies when aye was bleedin’ out. Had nothin’ else.”

Gaz hums as if to say that he does not believe that story for a second, and you see all four of them seemingly… relax. Easing, like how one would as they stepped through their front door after a long day at work. Familial and comforting and…

Not for you.

You don’t belong, that voice once again echoes through your ears, and this time, it’s harder to shut it out. It doesn’t matter that you don’t belong, not when you’d be finding your own feet after this bullshit gets sorted out. Really, there wouldn’t even be a reason to see the four men, or the Las Vaqueros, again.

For some reason, your stomach feels uneasy with that thought process.

“We found out somethin’ much more important,” Ghost admits, and the mood immediately settles into something much more cold, much more serious. “Shepherd burned us.”

That name.

It’s like a shot to your system, an invasion of your very being.

Shepherd.

“...General Shepherd?” You mutter out, without a single thought behind the words, your mouth directly connected to your mind.

“Ye know ‘im?” Soap blurts out, brows furrowed and torso turning towards you, hand flexing around the rifle in his lap. Your mouth is dry, your palms are clammy, and your head is pounding.

“He trained me,” you manage, breath tightening and words shaky. 

“He was my first Captain.”

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[gumnut-logic]

John intervenes 1

This is all @flyboytracy 's fault with their magic gif making skills prompting fic ideas.

However I have to apologise in advance cos this fic comes with a tissue warning. Also, it was supposed to be Allie-focussed and it is, but big brother Scotty plays a very big part in this, and is most of the source of the need for tissues. I'm sorry, Scotty!

Many, many thanks to @katblu42 and @onereyofstarlight for the read throughs and the listening as I wibbled about the ending (I wrote more, but cut it). Also for the tissues needed.

So a heavy angst warning on this for a very upset pair of brothers.

Canon did it, not me! Honest!

-o-o-o-

It was dark and a little scary.

Alan peered out of the elevator into the hangars. The massive caves were quiet except for the distant sounds of the ocean and the wind whistling over the Island.

He wasn’t supposed to be here.

Dad said he wasn’t to enter the hangars alone as there were too many things that could hurt him. He was too little. One day, yes, but not until he was grown up.

He had, of course, been in here with an older brother or Dad. Brains had even let him in once when Scotty had been hurt, and had shown him what had happened and how he was going to stop it from happening again.

Alan suspected Virgil had asked the engineer to do it because Alan had been scared for his big brother. But the reasoning didn’t matter right at this moment.

What mattered was that he knew how to get aboard Thunderbird One.

An unseen breeze tickled his hair.

The residential elevator opened at the top of the stairs leading down to Thunderbird One’s launch bay. As Alan moved, the gaping cavern lit up automatically, lighting up all the machinery and the stairs he was creeping down.

He needed to do this.

His brothers weren’t so he would.

They spent more time arguing than anything else. Virgil in particular. At least Scotty said he wanted to go. Virgil wouldn’t let him.

The fights were loud.

And hurt.

Alan was sick of crying.

He needed to do something.

Thunderbird One glinted ever so silver and red in the overhead lights. She was massive.

And so…wow.

Alan’s heart thudded in his chest.

International Rescue was shut down. Had been ever since…it happened. His brothers had taken out their ‘birds. Many, many times.

But not anymore.

Alan’s hand seemed small on the pilot delivery system. Brains had hit it while talking a mile a minute, explaining that this was a maintenance delivery system and not the main one Scott used. Something about safety and his brother’s death-defying feats. In any case, the wide platform that assembled at the edge of the chasm below had all the guard rails an eleven-year-old could need.

Thank goodness. Brains had demonstrated how Scotty made it to his pilot chair and it looked terrifying.

Fun but terrifying.

He wasn’t as tall as Brains…yet…he had plans in that area, but he was able to reach the controls and direct the delivery platform over to the huge rocket.

A press of a button and her doors slid open.

Because this was maintenance, the pilot’s chair did not deploy and Alan was able to step off the platform and into One’s cockpit.

He stared at the chair for a moment. The quilted red silicone leather had dips where his big brother sat.

Alan adored Scott. He was his biggest brother and so cool. He’d been in the Air Force and now he flew the fastest plane on the planet and saved lives.

Well, he did until…

Alan blinked. This is where Scotty had been sitting.

A swallow and Alan climbed up. Scott wasn’t sitting here now. Hadn’t been for days.

So now Alan was going to sit here and take One and do what needed to be done.

He thumbed the switch that closed the cockpit doors.

“Alan?”

He jumped as Johnny flickered up blue in front of him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going out to find Daddy.” Alan straightened in the pilot’s seat and reached for the lever to activate launch.

His older brother hovered before him with wide eyes. “Alan-“

“I’m doing this, Johnny.”

“I can’t let you, Alan.” There was no appended ‘you’re not old enough’ but it was there anyway.

“You can’t stop me!” He activated the launch procedure. He could do this. He knew enough and he was old enough.

Nothing happened.

No.

“I’m sorry, Alan.”

His brother’s voice was calm and kind but it was the trigger point, nonetheless.

“Why?!”

“Allie, -“

“No one is out looking for him! Not you, not Virgil, not even Scotty!”

“Al-“

“You’re not even down here helping!”

“Alan, we are looking!”

“Not enough! We need to do more!” He kicked his feet against the base of the chair. “Let me go!”

The pilot doors suddenly slid open. Scott was standing there, pale, hair askew, in his pyjames.

The chasm loomed below.

“No! We need to keep searching! We need to find Dad!”

Scott leapt into the cockpit, the doors sliding closed immediately behind him. “Allie!”

The Scott-the-hero warred with current Scott-the-sick standing in front of him. He was no longer recognisable. Gone was the shine of confidence, laughter, the big brother he knew and loved.

What remained was a battered mess that argued and yelled.

“I’m going out to look for Daddy.”

“No, you’re not.” Scott’s voice was parched.

“Yes, I am. Why aren’t you?”

And to his horror, there was suddenly tears in Scott’s eyes. “Because he isn’t out there, Allie.”

“He is, you said he is!” He’d heard it yelled at Virgil so many times. It had to be true.

The chair made him taller than his big brother. The partition that made up the floor Scott was standing on slid down when the rocket was in flight and became the back wall of the cabin. Alan had seen it happen when Scotty took him flying.

Old Scotty.

Not new Scotty.

His brother didn’t say anything, but a tear did run down one cheek as he climbed up the chair.

“No! We have to go out!” Alan fought off his big brother, but Scott was strong and determined.

His brother scooped him out of the chair and hugged him within an inch of his life. “I’m sorry, Allie. I’m so sorry.”

“We have to find him.” It was muffled into cotton pyjamas. Anger slipped into grief. “We have to.”

“I know.” Scott was turning, the sound of the cockpit doors opening again, the dip as his brother stepped onto the maintenance platform.

Alan was still being crushed, but found himself clinging anyway.

The cool wind of the hangars dried tears he didn’t know he was crying.

Once the platform reached the other side of the chasm, both Virgil and Grandma were there with worried words, hugs and touches.

Scott didn’t quite let him go, and it was his big brother who carried him back to his rooms and sat down with him on Alan’s bed, still holding him close.

Alan leant into his brother. “We need to find him.”

“I know.”

“We need to keep looking.”

“We-“ Scott’s voice broke. He didn’t continue.

“It’s what Daddy would do.”

Scott shook in his arms, somehow hugging him even tighter. A small, strangled sound whispered through Alan’s hair.

He tried to pull away, but Scott wouldn’t let go, holding onto Alan as if his life depended on it.

It was a long moment before his big brother spoke, his voice hoarse.

“Yes, he would, Allie. He would.”

-o-o-o-

[midnight-moth-musings]

Rocket Queen, Part 2

Captain John Price x mechanic reader, slight enemies to lovers

MDNI, warning: smut

Part 1

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Fuck, I can't escape her. The damn woman is everywhere. John Price doesn't understand why her very presence at the bar causes the hairs of his neck to stick straight up--or why her laugh causes his chest to tighten. He can't find a word to describe how she makes him feel. Exasperated? No. Disturbed? Again, no. Ever since he dared to make the suggestion of finding a better uniform, she seems to avoid him like a plague. In hindsight, her outfit wasn't a big deal. Of course there are certain rules in the military that are bound to be broken when one of your soldiers sports a mohawk and another a skull balaclava--standard issue uniforms aren't exactly enforced.

John sits alone at the bar, stealing glances over at the woman sitting next to Soap, Ghost, and Gaz. Hm, she did something different to her hair tonight. Choppy locks are pulled back into a braid--revealing more of her face. Is that makeup? Her lids are smudged brown, lips quite more pink than usual. Bloody hell, why's he thinking about her makeup? John turns away to stare at the glass in hand--chest constricting almost painfully as he hears another laugh echo from from her.

Here I am, and you're a Rocket Queen

I might be a little young, but, honey I ain't naive

Here I am, and you're a Rocket Queen

I might be too much, but, honey you're a bit obscene

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"Think ye got an admirer, lass." Johnny elbows my ribcage before pointing not-so-secretively at our captain at the bar. I roll my eyes, taking a swig of my beer before flicking his forehead. "Ouch! Ye wound me!" The Scotsman rubs his forehead and leans away from me with a pouty expression.

I begin to pick at the already chipped black polish adorning my fingernails before retorting. "He's just thinkin' of another thing I'm doing wrong. I expected different from what you boys have told me, seems like he's got a stick up the arse." Johnny and Gaz erupt in a fit of giggles--obviously feeling the effects of the many beers they have already downed. A low chuckle emits from the other Brit at the table, and I find myself incredibly proud of getting the lieutenant to laugh.

Ghost leans over to whisper in my ear. "He jus' doesn't know what to make out o' you." I look back over at our captain and unexpectedly connect with his steely gaze. I'm lost in the blue-grey of his irises before he quickly breaks away.

"Think so?" Ghost eyes narrow as I stay unrelenting in watching our captain. Instead of a reply, I'm met with a nod. "Hm." The captain's broad back remains turned for the rest of my observance. As much as his little order regarding my uniform irked me, something about the man draws me in.

Here I am, and you're a Rocket Queen

I might be a little young, but, honey I ain't naive

Here I am, and you're a Rocket Queen

I might be too much, but, honey you're a bit obscene

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Minutes, or maybe hours later, I break away to use the bathroom to freshen up. The wooden door creaks back open as I take a step out I am met with the same blue-grey eyes that captivated me earlier. I quickly scowl, prepared to give him the same treatment as I have been providing this whole week. To my irritation, he quickly grins down at me--almost as if he enjoys my displeasure.

"Enjoying your night?" He continues to block my path and the narrow hallway just barely allows for his wide shoulders to press against it.

"I was." My hand continues to grip onto the door handle tightly. The captain leans closer--the strong aroma of cigars and cologne filling my nostrils.

"Was?" His voice lowers.

Unable to bite back a snarky response with the help of the alcohol running through my veins, my mouth speaks for me. "I was, until you came along." Fuck, there goes my job.

Blue-grey eyes narrow imperceptibly. "I can't be that bad, darling." My hand grows numb as I grip the door knob tighter. Darling? Must've had too much to drink if I'm imagining this. "In fact, it's you that is ruining things."

"Pardon?" I stare at him, mouth agape.

The captain scoffs, resting his fist at the wall next to me. "You. Ever since you showed up, you've been driving me bloody insane."

Before I can stop myself, I poke a finger against his chest. "Me? You're the one with his panties in a twist about my uniform."

His fist knocks lightly against the wood as he leans closer. "I wouldn't have to tell you these things if you just followed the rules. Instead you've just been..."

It is now my turn to lean closer as the fire replaces alcohol in my veins--burning at me to respond. "What?"

"Absolutely obscene." My eyes widen as his head tilts down--noses only inches apart. "You. You and your bloody music, your messy hair, your obnoxious laugh. I don't know what it is, but everything you do drives me insane." Blue-grey eyes trail down my face and the bristles of his beard poke at me as we both lean closer.

Hot breath fans against my face and I mirror the actions of his eyes. "The feeling's mutual." My finger poking at his chest is suddenly grasping at the fabric of his jacket. His fist slides down from the wall to yank my waist closer. Our lips meet in a harsh kiss--tongues battling for dominance over the other. He pushes me backwards into the bathroom--locking the door behind him without removing himself from my lips.

His large hands trail down from my waist to grip my thighs tightly, lifting me up to sit on the sink. I quickly wrap my legs around his hips--pressing myself against his jeans for any friction I can gain. He juts his hips against mine, rubbing against my pants. The captain breaks away from my kiss to mark the skin of my neck. His wet lips kiss the soft skin before biting down to stake his claim. "Absolutely. Fucking. Insane." He mutters before kisses.

His hands roughly pull off my shirt and unbutton my bra--throwing them to the ground. Before I can protest against settling my clothing on the dirty floor, I'm shut up by the sensation of his tongue swirling around my breast. A calloused hand massages the skin of my other breast, pinching at my sensitive nipple. "Fuck." My head tilts back against the bathroom mirror and I quickly try to pull up his shirt. He pauses his ministrations to assist me and soon my eyes are met with the sight of his muscular torso--pink scars, old and newer, litter his chest. Dark tufts of hair swirl around his pecs, scattering down to the trail leading into his jeans.

"Still thinkin' I'm that bad, darling?" His husky voice pulls me from my daydream as he leans forward to press a wet kiss against my lips.

I place my arms around his neck--threading my fingers through his hair. "I can be convinced." He chuckles against my lips, smiling as he begins to lead a trail of kisses down from my stomach.

"This alright love?" He kneels in front of me--his head between my thighs as he grips them tightly.

"Fuck, yes." I groan, helping him remove the lower portion of my clothing. My panties are practically already soaked through--shown by the embarrassing wet patch sticking to my skin.

His eyes darken as he pulls my thighs apart to stare, before looking back up to me. "Call me John when you moan my name, alright love?" Before I can muster a sarcastic response, he presses a kiss against my soaked panties and I let out a low moan. John begins to kiss all along my inner thighs before slowly pulling my underwear aside.

The air hits my exposed hole before being warmed by his breath blowing against it. "Fuck, John, stop teasing." My hips rut up before he roughly pushes them back down.

"You stay still, or else you won't get anything." A whine is choked out from my throat by the sensation of his tongue pressing against my folds. My eyes flutter close as his tongue flicks against my slick slowly.

"John." Another moan escapes me as his tongue swirls against my clit. His coarse beard rubs against me and I try with all my power to hold still. After catching a taste of what I have to offer, John quickens his pace. His large hands hold me steady as his tongue eagerly laps at me--my hips shaking as his pace becomes unrelenting. "John." I repeat his name more urgently as his tongue enters me. His hand trails down from my thigh and he coats a finger in my slick before curling it into me. "John, fuck." His finger fucks into me as his tongue suckles at my clit. Another finger is added--stretching me out further. "Fuck, John, I'm close."

A loud moan escapes me and I look down to meet the blue-grey of his eyes once more. "Be good and cum for your captain." His voice rumbles against me and my hips stutter as I quickly fall over the edge--my eyes screwed shut as I ride out my peak. He removes his fingers, licking at the mess I've made around them. John stands up, pressing his jeans against my puffy clit. I make a feeble attempt to pull his jeans off, before he swats my hands away to do it himself.

Yanking his pants down, his cock springs from his boxers--the tip reddened and angry. "Need to be in this pretty cunt of yours." He murmurs, pressing his forehead against mine. John leans forward to kiss me, my slick still coated along his lips. The head of his cock presses needly against my hole as he grips my hips tightly. I begin to whine as he presses into me, the thickness stretching me out far more than his fingers. "Atta girl, almost there." His breath fans against my neck as he kisses along the already purple bruises from earlier.

My nails dig into the skin of his biceps and a gasp escapes me once he is fully inside. "Fuck." The wind feels as if it's knocked out of me. I whimper against his sweaty chest, leaning my head against his pec. His hips slowly pull away before sliding back in.

"Doin' so good for me. So good." John kisses along my jaw, holding me tightly as he begins to quicken his pace. His hips snap quickly into mine, always entering me fully. I begin to lose myself in the feeling as each motion allows for his pelvis to rub against my clit. Between kisses along my neck and shoulder, breathless moans emit from John. I quickly begin to reach my peak once more. "Fuck, you're gonna cum 'round me. Fuck, that's a good girl." John groans wildly as I clench around him. I hold him tightly as my body goes limp in his hold, letting out soft whimpers against his chest. He continues at a brutal pace before his hips stutter against mine. Our lips find each other again in a bruising kiss as he moans against me, spilling hot ropes of cum inside of me.

We both catch our breath, his hips still pressed against mine as I feel the hot liquid of his spend leaking from me. "Still think I'm that bad?" I laugh as he repeats his question from earlier.

"I can be convinced." John laughs, kissing my lips lightly as we hold each other.

We finally pull ourselves together, leaving the bathroom only to hear the whoops and hollers of the team while we leave the bar holding hands with sweaty faces and wide grins.

--

-P

[clairelsonao3]

5 Songs You Actually Listen to Tag Game (Holiday Version) plus a whumpy song bonus!

RULES: When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people!! (Not necessarily holiday songs, I'm just choosing to take it in that direction for this post!)

@thebejeweledwatercat (post here) tagged me in this one, and given the season and my general year-round obsession with music, I decided it made sense to do a holiday version to help narrow it down. And also so I can be totally nerdy and annoying by choosing 5 holiday songs off my dozens of obscure seasonal playlists! (If you HAVE heard of and/or listened to any of these songs, step right up and get your gingerbread cookie!)

I generally use Spotify to link to music, but many of these are so obscure they aren't on Spotify. Many of them originate from growing up with my dad, who in turn was obsessed with obscure Christmas music before I was, and who not only played his mixtapes on car trips to see our relatives in Duluth, Minnesota every year around the holidays, but actually had a seasonal side gig appearing on local radio stations as their seasonal Dr. Demento. And thus the cycle continues.

To all of you there

From all of us here

Capitol sends a bundle of cheer

Capitol is goin' to town!

This is exactly what it sounds like: a very hastily produced 1945 Christmas promo of "Santa Claus is Comin' to Town" with the lyrics changed courtesy of Johnny Mercer and a group of the label's artists and other random staffers from the Capitol Records office, many of whom get name-checked in the song.

Perhaps part of the reason my dad turned out how he did is because he grew up in the one and only Christmas City of the North (TM): Duluth, Minnesota. The song (another promo, I can't help it!) was originally recorded by Merv Griffin in 1962 for the KBJR Christmas City Parade. I don't know if it actually increased holiday tourism to the city at the time, but it certainly paid off 50 or so years later.

Up on the hilltops pick on an icicle

Chew it while you slide to fun below

Down in midtown people are nicicle

Come this Christmas to the Christmas City I'll go

As some may not know, there's a whole cavalcade of lovable Christmas characters who failed in their attempts to become the next Rudolph or Frosty, from Suzy Snowflake to Santa Mouse to Lil Elfy (the elf who, of all things, was just TOO small) to Lil Klinker ("the pup who woke Santa up").

But none beats Jingle-O the Brownie, the OG Elf on the Shelf, 50 years or so before that was a thing. You can't convince me any different.

Now Jingle-O, he makes a trip each day in his red rocket ship

Around the world to see if you've been being good or bad

He's got a great big magic eye that watches you from in the sky

And when he sees you acting mean poor Jingle-O is sad

I probably could do a whole separate post on whumpy Christmas songs alone. But for now, I'll let you choose: Do you want the one about Baby Jesus killing innocent children for refusing to play with him and then being beaten by Mary with a withy switch as punishment?

So he made a bridge of beams of the sun

And over the river ran he

And after him ran these rich young lords

And drowned they all three

Or do you want the one about the guy who drives drunk, crashes into a cop car, nearly kills himself, gets thrown in jail after apparently receiving no medical treatment whatsoever, then is further tortured by being forced to listen to people happily celebrating the holiday outside of his cell?

Got rocks in my head

Wish I was dead

Ain't gonna drink and drive no more

And BONUS!

OR do you want the one about two Irish ne'er-do-wells who encounter a couple of army recruiters on a Christmas morning walk by the seaside, and instead of entertaining their pro-military-industrial-complex bullshit, choose to beat them half to death with a shillelagh?

I know it says to tag 10 people, but I'm just gonna OPEN TAG it and let people chime in if they want.

Merry Christmas if you do Christmas, and Season's Greetings and Happy New Year to all!

[chipp-zanuff-fanboy]

Even though it was like, more than half a year since I played GGST, I am still super excited about a possible sequel.

Like, imagine. After the new direction gameplay-wise and the story basically being the end of Sol's arc, the next game is probably going to be sort of a new generation, jumping-on-point-for-new-fans type of deal. Which is so much my fucking jam that I want to write a whole post of just predictions/wishes for the different characters.

-Sin gets rid of his eating gimmick and becomes a combination of his two dads, taking on the role of new protagonist and combining their gameplay. So he has a projectile that goes across the ground like Gun Flame, but can also be charged like Stun Edge. Also? Purple color scheme, as well as his own message on his belt buckle. I'm thinking Future, in reference to him being the new protagonist as well as "Goals and Future" from his theme in Strive.

-I am not sure what to do with Ram, but I feel like if they made her projectiles more powerful and versatile, taking back their properties from Xrd, would kind of help with her becoming a member of the Illyria Military. I'll go into what I want for story later, but I would love for her and Sin to kind of be a friendlier, more sibling-like take on Sol and Ky's whole Shonen rival thing. Her belt buckle bears the word "Meaning".

-Neither Sol, Ky or Asuka would appear as playable fighters, at least not as base roster. Ky is focusing on politics, and perhaps raising a new child, Sol is working on his rocket with Jack-O and Asuka is doing a podcast on the moon. Him narrating the events of the story is the framing device for story mode.

-Happy Chaos would reappear, taking on a new name and identity, probably as a weird magic hobo. He would take on a new role in the story as a weird anti-hero ally.

-Nago travels the word, having lost an eye to a mysterious new opponent. He searches tirelessly for it.

-Giovanna has risen up the ranks and is, somewhat unwillingly, taking on the role of a secret agent. Her role in the military is continuously prioritized below getting a date with Leo.

-Faust is becoming more and more monstrous. His Dr. Baldhead-identity is returning, and he searches for a cure to his condition before it's too late.

-Having acceptet her new identity, Bridget gets a re-design with some cowgirl-elements, in honor of Goldlewis influence. She reconnects with her brother, who has spent years searching for her. She has also become close friends with Dizzy, and has gotten work as her bodyguard.

As is essentially obligatory for this kind of sequel, several characters have gained protegés and the like:

-Chipp's story involves him training a citizen of the Eastern Chipp Kingdom to be a ninja. This citizen appears in his victory animation, participates in his supers and would perhaps be added with DLC.

-Leo gets a second-in-command, and through training him, comes to term with his trauma.

-Zato-ONE and Millia discovers a third host to a Forbidden Beast, and becomes the hosts weird adoptive parents, Slayer acting as the child's really weird grandpa; Robo-Ky and Venom as it's cool new uncles.

-Delilah reappears, wielding broken parts of her bed. She fights with a sword and uses the bed's arm to parry her enemies, like Baiken, and she also keeps her traps. These traps are a mix of her brother's and some inspired from Baiken, such as swords spinning in the air and Tatami mats appearing from the ground.

-Through the years, Johnny and May's relationship becomes more and more strained. In the end, Johnny disappears, and May becomes the new captain of the Jellyfish Pirates. On her journey to find Johnny and make amends, she ends up falling in love with someone new. In her Arcade ending, Johnny holds a tearful speech on her wedding.

-Having risen up the military ranks, Potemkin works tirelessly to improve Zepp's political standing. On his journey, he meets and saves an abused child worker from an weapon manufacturer, and helps her overcome her trauma.

That's about it for the characters. I think that if there was a Story Mode, it would be mostly character-focused, but would be focused on Sin and Ram pursuing a mysterious group of terrorists. Consisting of a small group of Gears that survived the hunting of Gears after Justice's defeat, as well as other outsiders, that blindly wanders the world commiting acts of violence.

I've been meaning to overcome my current art block, so for every like this posts get I'll draw a possible redesign/new character from this concept.

[estefanyailen]

CARICATURAS DE ANTES

No puede ser, vivo cantando esa canción jajajajajaja, hay más humanos como yo que la recuerdan.

Bueno ahora solo faltan estas:

- Jay, Jay el avioncito soooy yooo ♪

- Dragon Tales, Dragon Tales, es hora ya de Dragon Tales ♪

- EN LA TIERRA, EN EL AIRE Y BAJO EL MAAR, SOMOS SAVE UMPS PARA LUCHAR ♪

- Es Rolie Polie Olie vivaracho y singular ♪

- Vamos a viajar en una nave espacial, por el cielo azul, mini Einsteins ♪

- Si señores Positones es Pinki Dinki Du.

- Bob construye podrán hacerlo?, booob construye, si podemos!

- Tu y yo y Zaboo mafoo ♪

- Los cubitos dubi du, los cubitos dubido, nos encanta ser cubitos ♪

- El mejor amigo que puedas tener, y el grandioso, su nombre es Cliford ♪

- Solo un niño soy y yo creciendo voy, exploro todo, soy Caaaillouuuu ♪

- Amiiigoooos tuyooos Backyardigans

- El es Franklin, siempre viene a jugar ♪

- Llama, grita, si me necesitas y al instante llegare ♪

- Es taaan Raveen. ♪

- Aunque quisieran siempre ser amigos, pensaras que ellos son enemigos Brandy y Señor Bigotes ♪

- Luchara, combatira con todsos sus poderes, sus dientes, su cola y el fuego quenos lanza, Dragon accidentaaaaal. ♪

- A la escuela el va a ir y va a aprender lo que hay ahí. K - u - z- c - o ♪

- Con un dolar 90 que elloS mandan llega mamá espía junto aun temerario papá, son SUSTITUTOOOS.

- En la caaasaaaa blancaaa Cory estaaaaa ♪

- Vamos todos a encontrar el fantástico lugaaar plaza sesaaaamoooo

- Que precioso el día de hoy para jugar y aprender y juntos ser muy felices ♪ ]

- When there's trouble, you know who to call, Teen Titans! From their tower, they can see it all Teen Titans! ♪

- En patineta, en plena convicción estamos en una misión,Rocket Power. ♪

- Mamá me dice pollito, mamá me dice vaca, cuando papá nos adoptó mamá se desmallo.

- Jaimito es la esrtrella del Show... soy la comadreja ♪

- knd los chicos del barrio.

- Son pinky y cerebro, bro, bro, bro, bro ♪

- Roooockooos modern liifeee ♪

- Tengo un papá, una mamá y una hermana, ese es Dony lo encontramos y ese es Darwin, nos encontró, se mueve porque viajamos al rededor del mundo. - Los Thornberrys

- Catdoooog, caaaatdooog, solito en el mundo vive el pobre catdog. ♪

- Estupido perro me hiciste ver mal.

- Edd, ed, y eddy *silbidos*.

- Los castores cascarrabias.

- Billy y Mandie.

- "Los amigos justicieros"

- Con ustedes Mike, lu y og... andie sabe donde la isla está, a esta isla nadie llegará ♪

- Time squad

- Es mi robot gigante, nuestro robot gigante, es el robot gigante... mga xlr.

- Mansión Fosters para amigos imagnarios.

- Blingli bong en el espacio esta su hogar, de cosmos herores sonm y cada día hay acción. - Pequeños planetas.

- El lagartijo creció y en estatura lo superó... el lagatijo de ned ♪

- Solo un día más de algún niño normaaal, Johnny Test.

- Escooby doo where are you? ♪

- Samurai Jack, samurai jack .... ♪

- Son Ozzy Drix detectives, van defendiendo a los nervios corriendo, tiene valor, no tienen temor ♪

- Esto ya es insoportable, ya se volvió inimaginable, tan raro soy si mi padre es una estrella de rock?, Mi padre el rockero.

- Duelo Xiaolin.

- Robot Jones.

- Robotboy.

- Evil con carne.

- Hantarooo te divertirás ♪

- Mi compañeros es un mono ♪

- Mucha lucha ♪

- Nos hicimos de un amigo que se llama Lazlo ♪

- Cuando las música nos unio empezamos a tocar, como tocamos muy buen rock empezamos a brillar. hi, hi Puffy, Ami, Yumy show.

- No tengo tiempo que perder, yo nací para el espacio vencer, Betty Atomica guerrera soy ♪

- Juiniper lee.

- Los loquisimos autos locos.

- Rosita Fresita.

- Los ositos cariñositos.

- Los supersonicos.

- Es Dave el Barbaro, fuerte y miedoso hermano de Fan y Candy, la princesa y su mono (que no soy mono) ♪

- Estoy en la banda ♥.

- Ruddy y su tiza en la zona tiza ♪

- Las pistas de Blue.

- Dora la exploradora.

- El laboratorio de Dexter.

- Danny Phantom.

- Asterix y Obelix.

- Bananas en pijamas.

- Locos Dieciséis

- Drama total.

- Carl al cuadrado.

- Aaaaaah real monsters.

- Jenny la robot adolescente.

- Grojband.

- Rugrats.

- Kick Buttowski.

- Campamento Lakebottom.

- Yin Yang Yo!

- Doug Narinas.

- Ruby Gloom

- Los padrinos magicos.

- Kit vs. Kat

- Los Grafitos

- Creepie

- Mona Vampiro

- La mosca Maggie

- Las chicas super poderosas.

- Chowder.

- Ben 10.

- Phineas y Ferb.

- Las maravillosas desventuras de Flapjack.

- Hora de aventura.

- Un show más.

- Invasor Zim.

- El increíble mundo de Gumball.

- The Loud House.

- Star vs. las fuerzas del mal.

- Rick and Morty.

- Gravity Falls.

- Los Simpson.

- Daria.

- Padre de familia.

- Futurama.

- South Park.

- (Des)encanto.

- BoJack Horseman.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

015 of 2023

Your protein: pork steak lamb chops hamburgers vegan burgers chicken nuggets chicken fingers tuna shrimp salmon oyster crab lasagne ravioli chicken soup

beef jerky slim jims bacon spam buffalo wings sausage ham turkey meat balls

Your dairy: milk soy milk skim milk raw egg boiled egg sunny-side eggs scrambled eggs cottage cheese cheddar cheese mozzarella cheese swiss cheese blue cheese cream cheese plain yogurt

Your vegetables and fruits: mushrooms tomatoes pickles olives carrots raw onion broccoli cauliflower green beans string beans peas black beans celery leek artichoke lima beans bell pepper asparagus spinach seaweed avocado eggplant zucchini corn cucumber squash/pumpkin/yam garlic ginger peanuts almonds sunflower seeds raisins bananas apples pears grapes oranges tangerines peach blueberries raspberries blackberries strawberries lemons pineapples coconuts apricot cherries plums cranberry kiwi watermelon melon pomegranate grapefruit lime guava mango papaya

Your starch: French fries baked potato scalop potato mashed potato fried rice white rice bagel white bread whole grain bread French bread corn bread sourdough pancakes spaghetti macaroni & cheese oatmeal

Condiments: wasabi soy sauce cranberry sauce marmalade grape jam strawberry jam ketchup mustard relish mayonnaise whipped cream honey mustard sauce Tabasco salt ranch gravy caramel peanut butter salsa pepper honey maple syrup hummus butterscotch marshmallows icing

Junk food: cheetos sour cream and onion chips barbeque chips vinegar chips wheat thins graham crackers saltine crackers cheez-its ritz tortilla chips Lunchables Milano cookies Twinkies popcorn fruit roll ups donuts ice cream sandwiches Poptarts pretzels Girl Scout cookies Oreos Nutter Butter Fig Newtons Jell-O rice crispy treats

Cereals: Cocoa Puffs Cocoa Pebbles Fruit Loops Cinnamon Toast Crunch Frosted Flakes Raisin Bran Apple Jacks Corn Flakes Cookie Crisp Cap’n Crunch Lucky Charms Cheerios

Dessert: brownies muffins cinnamon rolls cheesecake donuts chocolate fondue pudding apple pie pumpkin bread pumpkin pie chocolate chip cookies sugar cookies gingerbread cookies biscotti fortune cookies shortbread cookies oatmeal cookies Angel food cake carrot cake cupcakes fruit cake cream puffs flan custard Meringue sorbet s’mores

Asian: ramen cup noodle sushi miso soup kimchi teriyaki eggrolls orange chicken

Fast food and restaurants: McDonald’s Carl’s Jr Taco Bell Panda Express Jack-in-the-box In-n-out Chick-Fil-A La Salsa Dairy Queen Baskin Robbin’s Pizza Hut Papa John’s Roundtable Domino’s Johnny Rocket’s Cho-cho San’s Hot Dog On A Stick Coldstone California Pizza Kitchen Red Robin Ruby Tuesdays Chili’s Wendy’s Burger King Kentucky Fried Chicken Subway Tommy’s The Cheesecake Factory Arby’s Quiznos El Pollo Loco TGIF Applebee’s Wienerschnitzel IHOP Islands White Castle Togo’s Sonic Popeyes Orange Julius Jamba Juice Coffee Bean Starbucks Del Taco Chuck E. Cheese Baja Fresh Macaroni Grill

Candy: Red Vines M&M’s Snickers Hershey’s kisses Kissables Kit-Kat Nerds Junior Mints Twizzlers Tootsie Rolls Jelly beans Swedish Fish Skittles Starburst 100 grand 3 Musketeers Airheads Almond Joy Baby Bottle Pops Baby Ruth bottle caps Butterfinger Reese’s Cup Fast Break Twix cotton candy chocolate coins Dots Hot Tamales jaw breakers Jolly Ranchers Laffy Taffy Lemonheads lifesavers Mike & Ike Milkduds Milky way Mr. Goodbar Nestle’s crunch Payday pixie sticks pop rocks Push Up pops Runts Smarties Snow Caps Sugardaddy Sweet Tarts Tic-Tacs York Peppermint Patties Warheads

Non-alcoholic drinks: Rootbeer Lemonade Orange juice Grape juice Capri Sun Coke Diet Coke Diet Pepsi Pepsi 7up Sprite Mountain Dew Hawaiian Punch Dr. Pepper Apple juice hot cocoa Kool-Aid cappuccinos frappuccinos lattes espresso energy drinks Vanilla Coke Cherry Coke Fanta Arizona Green Tea Squirt Gatorade Iced tea Green tea Chamomile tea White tea Oolong tea Jasmine tea Chai tea Snapple apple cider

Alcoholic drinks: Wine Sake Shochu Vodka Bourbon whisky Irish whisky Canadian whisky Bloody Mary Rum Absolut Brandy Scotch Cognac Tequila Gin Wine cooler Smirnoff Marc Sidecar Tonic Pina Colada Martini Alabama Slammer Daiquiri Margarita Cape Cod Flying Horse Kamikaze Screwdriver Rusty Nail Cajun Strawberry Soda Mimosa Champagne Cascade Fosters Sam Adams Budweiser Coors Harpoon Milwaukee’s Bes

[twotales]

Rules: Spell out your url using song titles, then tag some folks to do the same.

Thanks for tagging me @portlandwithyou

T - Time Ill Spent by Johnny's Big Red Rocket

W - What I Got by Sublime

O - Old Yellow Bricks by Arctic Monkeys

T - The Moss by Cosmo Sheldrake

A - Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant

L - Limits Lie by Jamie T

E - Everything Went Numb by Streetlight Manifesto

S - Snake by Shanin Blake

No stress tagging @hero-in-waiting @colonelshepparrrrd @california-112

[gastronominho]

Johnny Rockets lança combo Imperador

Novidade é uma parceria com a Paramount Pictures para a divulgação de "Gladiador 2"

Novidade é uma parceria com a Paramount Pictures para a divulgação de “Gladiador 2” O Johnny Rockets fez uma parceria com a Paramount Pictures para divulgar a estreia de “Gladiador 2” de uma forma diferente. Juntas, elas criaram o combo Imperador, uma homenagem ao filme que chega aos cinemas no dia 14 de novembro. O combo Imperador, além da comida, traz um voucher que vale um ingresso nos…

[mastermaverick]

Vassoura Quebrada agora faz parte da maior holding de food service do Brasil e pretende dobrar o número de restaurantes no próximo ano

Divulgação Detentora das marcas Johnny Rockets, Boulangerie Carioca, Cuor di Crema e Hot’n Tender, entre outros, a Antaris Foods Brands Franchising será agora também a responsável pela expansão da hamburgueria temática. A rede de hamburguerias Vassoura Quebrada, famosa por sua imersão no universo da magia e bruxaria, acaba de anunciar uma parceria estratégica de peso para crescer a nível…

[booneysboyfie]

⭐️Kai’s f/o list⭐️

Sorted by source media. If their name is bolded, I’m uncomfortable sharing them (unless we are already friends)

Twisters • Ninjago • Supernatural • The Incredibles • Fullmetal Alchemist • Guardians of the Galaxy • Transformers • The Umbrella Academy • Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared • Death Note • The Owl House • Adventure Time • Ouran Highschool Host Club • Sweet Home • Shotgun Boy • Bastard • Sing • Treasure Planet • Atlantis: The Lost Empire • Howl’s Moving Castle • Divergent • Tiger and Bunny • Stardew Valley • Edward Scissorhands • Jaws

Twisters

🐕Boone ❤️

🔵Javi Rivera 💙💜->❤️

🍕Kate Carter 💛

🌪️Tyler Owens 💙🧡

👓Dexter 💙💜

🛩️Lily 💙

🤠Dani 💙

Ninjago

🤘🏽Cole💛❤️

🔥Kai💛🧡

⚡️Jay💛

🌊Nya💛

❄️Zane💛🖤

🐉Lloyd Garmadon 💙

📡Pixal Borg 💙

⛵️Ronin 💜

Supernatural

🩸Dean Winchester 💛🧡->❤️

📓Sammy Winchester 💛

🪽Castiel💛

🍻Bobby Singer 🧡

🍷Crowley🧡

The Incredibles

🌨️Lucius Best ❤️

🏋🏼‍♂️Bob Parr❤️

💄Helen Parr💛

Fullmetal Alchemist

🙏🏼Edward Elric 💛->❤️

🐈Alphonse Elric 💛

❌Scar💜

🐻Sig Curtis 💜

🐊Captain Buccaneer 💜

🍙Ling Yao 💙

Guardians of the Galaxy

🚀Rocket Raccoon❤️

🪨Drax the Destroyer ❤️

🏹Yondu Udonta 💜

🌳Groot Sr.💙

🌱Groot Jr.💚💙

🛸Peter Quill 💛🧡

🐛 Mantis 💛

🤖Nebula 💙

⚔️Gamora 💙

💌Kraglin Obfonteri💙

Transformers

📻Noah Díaz ❤️

🚙Mirage 💙💜

💭Bumblebee💙💜

The Umbrella Academy

🪴Luther Hargreeves💙

🔪Diego Hargreeves 💛❤️

👻Klaus Hargreeves💙

🦑Ben Hargreeves💙

🎻Victor Hargreeves💙

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared

🧶Red Guy❤️

🦷Duck 💙

🐝Yellow 💙

🍃Lily 💚

🍂Todney 💚

Death Note

🎲Nate River❤️

💀Misa Amane 💙

🍰L💙

🍫Mello 💙

👾Matt💙

🌷Sayu Yagami💛

♟️Kanzo Mogi 💜

The Owl House

🐺Hunter💙

🐍Luz Noceda💛

🪻Darius Deamonne💜->❤️

Adventure Time

🥞Jake the Dog💛❤️

🗡️Finn Mertens💙

📟BMO💚

🦇Marceline 💙

Ouran Highschool Host Club

🍓Takashi Morinozuka❤️

🧸Mitsukuni Haninozuka💙

🌹Tamaki Suoh💛

🍣Haruhi Fujioka💛

🍊Hikaru Hitachiin💙

🍑Kaoru Hitachiin💙

Carnby Kim

🛠️Dusik Hahn (Sweet Home)💛❤️

🚭Wook Pyeon💜 (Sweet Home)

🤺Jayhun Jung (Shotgun Boy)💜->❤️

👁️Zero (Shotgun Boy)💙

🚬Manny Kim (Bastard) ❤️

Miscellaneous

🎹Johnny (Sing)❤️

🦁Clay Calloway (Sing)💜💙

🥘John Silver (Treasure Planet) ❤️

💫Howl Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle) 🧡->❤️

🐅Kotetsu T. Kaburagi (Tiger and Bunny) 💙💜->❤️

🐂Antonio (Tiger and Bunny) 💙💜

🩺Joshua Strongbear Sweet (Atlantis: the lost empire) ❤️

🎡Tobias Eaton (Divergent) ❤️

📜Elliot (Stardew Valley) ❤️

✂️Edward Scissorhands (Edward Scissorhands) 💛💜

🦈Sam Quint (Jaws) 🧡💜

[gumnut-logic]

Fall

Just a random Earth & Sky scene written for ‘who knows why’ reasons. Nothing special and only short, but fic, nonetheless.

A little bit of Virgil whump. I may have accidentally dropped him off a mountain, but it is not about that. As to what it is about, I’m not entirely sure :D

I hope you enjoy this little bit.

-o-o-o-

Scott caught him as he fell.

He knew it was Scott because it was Scott. No one had arms like that, no one else had a rocket strapped to his back so he could slow Virgil’s descent, and no one quite swore like that either.

Of course, he had every right to swear because catching Virgil also meant catching the exo-suit attached to him, and that was heavy.

Virgil knew it was heavy because the broken strut on his right leg was the reason he was falling, as was its impact on his leg.

“I’ve got you.” It was rough and gasped out and partly a lie because they were still falling, just slower.

Virgil raised his arm to fire a grapple but his HUD was little more than fuzz. Or it could be his head, he wasn’t entirely sure. He had hit a few rocks on the way down.

He could hear Scott’s breathing and the strain on his jetpack and just wished he could help, but then they were landing.

Hard.

There was more swearing and Virgil’s world went sideways, completely disappearing for a moment as he rolled.

Ow.

Goddamned ow.

His right leg was definitely sporting some damage.

But as he came to a stop, flat on his back, staring up at the grey sky that had brought half the mountain down on the village in the first place, he lay there dazed, knowing he should be getting up and checking on his brother.

But fuzz.

“Virgil!”

And yes, there was Scott. Worry in his eyes again. He really did have far too much to worry about.

Virgil was aware somewhere beyond the fuzz that he was the one causing the worry and it was wrong, just wrong. He was the one who protected Scott from worry. He was the one who made sure everything was ready, everything was as it should be. Virgil stopped his brother worrying because his brother knew he could count on Virgil.

But not today.

Scott was running a mediscanner over him, its blue light flickering in his eyes as if his brother’s gaze was manifesting and gathering the information he needed.

“Thunderbird Five? Virgil is down. Lacerated leg, blood loss, concussion. I’m on evac. Update Gordon and Alan.”

“FAB.” John’s voice echoed and Virgil found reassurance in it.

If Virgil was unable to alleviate Scott’s worries, John could do it. Johnny with his musical voice and genius smarts. Always there at a moment’s call.

Scott was trying to get Virgil out of his exo-suit.

Blinking and trying to force sense into his head, Virgil tried to pull his arms free to help.

“Hey, hey, Virgil. You keep still. I’ve got you. You hear me?”

Virgil’s HUD was still full of interference, but he managed to focus on Scott’s earnest eyes.

He had no voice to answer.

“You are flying first class today, little brother.” A poke at his wrist and Thunderbird One rose up behind Scott, her roar determined.

First class?

Virgil grunted.

“What? No appreciation?” The quip was genuine, but his brother’s voice was rough.

Gentle hands worked over Virgil’s body, unfastening his baldric, placing his tools aside. A hiss of air as Scott carefully removed Virgil’s helmet, supporting his neck. Gloved hands brushing his cheek as he tried to follow them with his eyes.

“Virgil? Virgil, look at me.”

He blinked. The air smelled of earth, dirt and rock. He could hear nothing other than the roar of Thunderbird.

And his brother’s voice.

“Virgil?” Piercing blue eyes. “I’m going to transfer you to a hoverstretcher. It’s going to hurt.” One of those gloved hands brushed his cheek again. “I’ll be quick.”

Another blink.

And then he was moving. The world spun as Scott caught him again and again, his arms around him, reassuring words…

A soft surface dipped smoothly beneath him and he let out a breath as all that hurt settled into a background roar.

His jaw ached.

“You with me, little brother?”

He managed to gasp out a grunt.

A hand landed gently in his hair. “Evacuating you to Auckland. You stay with me, okay?”

His blink was slow.

“I said stay with me, Virgil. One will have us there in minutes. Just hang on.”

Scott was worried again.

Damn.

“F…AB.”

His hair was messed up as that hand moved to his shoulder.

The world moved again and he was swallowed by Thunderbird One, his big brother personified by rocket engines.

Her roar leapt up and engulfed him.

And with Scott at the helm, they flew.

-o-o-o-

[helmetkeeper]

Hello! I was needing some names for Blu Scout kin, masc/androgynous leaning. Kinda like a midwest emo vibe about him.

hello!! i'm not super sure about this one but hopefully you find something you like here :].

all the names are under the cut!

scout (sorry i think i'm funny LOL)

aaron/aron

abbadon

abe

ace

adam/addam

addison

aden

amon

anderson

andras

andre

andrew

andy

angel(o)

archer

archie

art

artemis

arthur

arti

artie

ash

asher

ashford

ashley

ashter

aspen

aster

atticus

august

bailey

baker

baker

bane

barnaby

ben

bennett

benny

bird/byrd

birdie/birdy

blade

blair

blake

blanche

blanchette

bower

bowie

bowie

brahm(s)

branch

brass

briar

bridge

bridger

bruce

caim

cal

cal

callum

callum

cane/caine

cas

castiel

chance

charles

charlie

cheddar

chestnut

christian

christopher

colin

corbin

corvid

corvin

corvus

crosby/crossby

cross

crosser

daegan/dagan

dagon

dakota/dakoda

dakota/dakoda

dale

dallas

darby

darrow

day(e)

dean

decker

decks

deegan/degan

desmond

dev

devin

dex

dexter

dez/des

dirk

dweller

eden

emerson

emery

enzo

erin

ernest

evan(s)

ezra

fang

fiddle

finch

ford

ford

gabby

gabe

gabriel

grey/gray

greyson/grayson

griffin

grim

grim/grimm

harlow

harlow

harmon(e/y)

hazel

hemlock

hex

hexter

hibiscus

ike

isaac

jace(n)

jacob/jakob

jade(s)

jaden

jalen

james

jameson

jamie

jason

jax

jay

jett/jet

john

johnathan

johnny/johnnie

jones

judas

jumper

kessy

kestrel

kirk

klaus

koda/kota

kota/koda

lee/ley

leo

luc

luciel

lucifer

lucius

lucky

lucy

lukas/lucas

luke

luther

magnus

magpie

mako

maple

marcel

marple

mayday

merlot

micah

michael

mick

mike

morgan

morrison

mortician

nell

newt

newton

noah

noel

oak

oaker

oakley

oakley

omen

pen/penn

pipit

porter

quin/quinn

quincy

quincy

rae/ray

raemond

ray

raymond

raymond

rays/rayes

reid

resmond

reyes

riley

rob

robin

rocket

rook

rudy

rue

sable

salem

satchel

scoot

scooter

scott

scotty/scottie

seth

sketch

skip

snake

spade

stan

stanford

stanford

stanley

stitch

stretch

striker

temps

thorn(e)

toph

topher

travis

treble

trigg

trigger

tyler

vic/vik

victor

vince

vincent

virtue

wane

wayne

weaver

wiley

will

william

wren

xavier

zachery/zachary

zack

zackery/zackary

zane/zayn(e)/zain(e)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 11.3

Holidays

Cliché Day

Cuena Day (Ecuador)

Culture Day (a.k.a. Bunka no hi; Japan)

Day of Artillery & Rocket Forces (Ukraine)

End Gossip Day

Flag Day (United Arab Emirates)

Give Someone a Dollar Today Day

Godzilla Day (Japan)

Housewives (or Housewife's) Day

Hubertus (Poland)

International Day for Biosphere Reserves

International Day of Jewelers & Watchmakers

International Science Joke Day

International Stonework Play Day

Jerusalem Artichoke Day (French Republic)

Let Someone Have the Last Word Day

Manga Day (Japan)

Mother’s Day (East Timor)

National Accessory Day

National Advent Calendar Day

National Canine Companion Graduation Day

National Housewife’s Day

National Jigsaw Day (UK)

National Landlord Day

National Smart Home Day

National Women’s Day (East Timor)

Separation Day (Panama)

Serpent’s Dance (Elder Scrolls)

SOS Day

Tunnel Day (New York)

Victory Day (Maldives)

Washing Machine Day

World Cosplay Day

World Jellyfish Day

World One Health Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Denog Day (Drake’s Brewing)

National Sandwich Day

1st Friday in November

Arbor Day (Texas) [1st Friday]

Bandcamp Friday [1st Friday]

Fountain Pen Day [1st Friday]

J-Day (@ 8:59 PM, Tuborg releases Julebryg; Denmark) [1st Friday]

Love Your Lawyer Day [1st Friday]

National Jersey Friday [1st Friday]

National Medical Science Liaison Awareness and Appreciation Day [1st Friday]

World Community Day [1st Friday]

Independence Days

Cuenca Independence Day (Ecuador)

Dominica (from UK, 1978)

Leylandiistan & Gurvata (Declared; 2012) [unrecognized]

Micronesia (from US, 1986)

Panama (from Colombia, 1903)

Richensland (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Acepsimas of Hnaita and companions (Greek Orthodox Church)

Ambrose Bierce Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Annibale Carracci (Artology)

Benvenuto Cellini (Artology)

Betcha Festival (Japan)

Clydog (Christian; Saint)

Cristiolus (Christian; Saint)

Elias I of Antioch (Syriac Orthodox Church)

Ermengol (a.k.a. Hermengaudius; Christian; Saint)

Flour (Christian; Saint)

Gaudiosus of Tarazona (Christian; Saint)

Gwenhael (Christian; Saint)

Hegel (Positivist; Saint)

Hilaria (a.k.a. Cybele’s day; Day of Joy and Old Roman Spring Festival; Ancient Rome) [also 3.25]

Hubertus (a.k.a. Hubert; Christian; Saint) [Belgium]

Isis Cult Feast (Ancient Rome)

Isis/Osiris Mysteries VII (Pagan)

Kissing Frogs Day (Pastafarian)

Libertine (Christian; Saint)

Malachy O' More (Christian; Saint)

Manuel Lozano Garrido (Christian; Blessed)

Martin de Porres (Christian; Saint)

Papulus (Christian; Saint)

Pirmin (a.k.a. Priminius; Christian; Saint)

Richard Hooker (Anglican Communion)

Rumwold of Buckingham (a.k.a. Rumbald or Rumald; Christian; Saint)

Rupert Mayer (Christian; Blessed)

Silvia (Christian; Saint)

Small Furry Creatures Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Whizzy (Muppetism)

Winifrede (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fatal Day (Pagan) [21 of 24]

Prime Number Day: 307 [63 of 72]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [52 of 57]

Premieres

Abandoned Luncheonette, by Hall and Oates (Album; 1973)

At the Hop, by Danny and the Juniors (Song; 1957)

… Baby One More Time, by Britney Spears (Song; 1998)

Borat (Film; 2006)

Carrie (Film; 1976)

Charlie’s Angels (Film; 2000)

Different Strokes (TV Series; 1978)

Dune: Part 2 (Film; 2023)

The Fabulous Johnny Cash, by Johnny Cash (Album; 1958)

Fiddler on the Roof (Film; 1971)

Flushed Away (Animated Aardman Film; 2006)

The Golden Apples of the Sun, by Ray Bradbury (Short Story; 1953)

Good Morning America (TV Morning Show; 1975)

Great Balls of Fire, by Jerry Lee Lewis (Song; 1957)

Guys and Dolls (Film; 1955)

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Film; 2002) [#2]

Hawks & Doves, by Neil Young (Album; 1980)

His Dark Materials (UK TV Series; 2019)

Hold That Pose (Disney Cartoon; 1950)

I Will Always Love You, Whitney Houston version (Song; 1992)

Lady Bird (Film; 2017)

The Nanny (TV Series; 1993)

Ninotchka (Film; 1939)

Pippi Longstocking, by Astrid Lindgren (Children’s Book; 1945)

Rage Against the Machine, by Rage Against the Machine (Album; 1992)

Red Queen to Gryphon Three, by Gryphon (Album; 1974)

Sleepy Time Possum (WB MM Cartoon; 1951)

So Lonely, by the Police (Song; 1978)

Thank U, Next, by Ariana Grande (Song; 2018)

Thor: Ragnarok (Film; 2017)

Tokyo Story (Film; 1953)

Unbelievable, by EMF (Song; 1990)

Today’s Name Days

Hubert, Martin, Pirmin, Rupert, Silvia (Austria)

Hubert, Martin, Silvija, Tvrtko (Croatia)

Hubert (Czech Republic)

Hubertus (Denmark)

Kaido, Kaidu, Kaimar, Kaimo, Kairo, Kaivo (Estonia)

Terho (Finland)

Gwenaël, Hubert (France)

Hubert, Martin, Pirmin, Silvia (Germany)

Győző (Hungary)

Amico, Giusto, Silvia (Italy)

Dagnija, Ērika (Latvia)

Hubertas, Silvija, Vidmantas (Lithuania)

Raymond, Roy (Norway)

Bogumił, Cezary, Chwalisław, Hubert, Huberta, Sylwia (Poland)

Achepsima, Aitala, Iosif (Romania)

Hubert (Slovakia)

Martín, Silvia (Spain)

Hubert, Hugo (Sweden)

Hobart, Hubert, Huberta, Malachi, Silvia, Sylvia, Winfred, Winifred, Winnie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 307 of 2024; 58 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 44 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 4 of 28]

Chinese: Month 9 (Ten-Xu), Day 20 (Yi-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 19 Heshvan 5784

Islamic: 19 Rabi II 1445

J Cal: 7 Mir; Sevenday [7 of 30]

Julian: 21 October 2023

Moon: 65%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 27 Descartes (11th Month) [Hegel]

Runic Half Month: Hagal (Hailstone) [Day 8 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 41 of 89)

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 11 of 29)

[brookston]

Holidays 11.3

Holidays

Cliché Day

Cuena Day (Ecuador)

Culture Day (a.k.a. Bunka no hi; Japan)

Day of Artillery & Rocket Forces (Ukraine)

End Gossip Day

Flag Day (United Arab Emirates)

Give Someone a Dollar Today Day

Godzilla Day (Japan)

Housewives (or Housewife's) Day

Hubertus (Poland)

International Day for Biosphere Reserves

International Day of Jewelers & Watchmakers

International Science Joke Day

International Stonework Play Day

Jerusalem Artichoke Day (French Republic)

Let Someone Have the Last Word Day

Manga Day (Japan)

Mother’s Day (East Timor)

National Accessory Day

National Advent Calendar Day

National Canine Companion Graduation Day

National Housewife’s Day

National Jigsaw Day (UK)

National Landlord Day

National Smart Home Day

National Women’s Day (East Timor)

Separation Day (Panama)

Serpent’s Dance (Elder Scrolls)

SOS Day

Tunnel Day (New York)

Victory Day (Maldives)

Washing Machine Day

World Cosplay Day

World Jellyfish Day

World One Health Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Denog Day (Drake’s Brewing)

National Sandwich Day

1st Friday in November

Arbor Day (Texas) [1st Friday]

Bandcamp Friday [1st Friday]

Fountain Pen Day [1st Friday]

J-Day (@ 8:59 PM, Tuborg releases Julebryg; Denmark) [1st Friday]

Love Your Lawyer Day [1st Friday]

National Jersey Friday [1st Friday]

National Medical Science Liaison Awareness and Appreciation Day [1st Friday]

World Community Day [1st Friday]

Independence Days

Cuenca Independence Day (Ecuador)

Dominica (from UK, 1978)

Leylandiistan & Gurvata (Declared; 2012) [unrecognized]

Micronesia (from US, 1986)

Panama (from Colombia, 1903)

Richensland (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Acepsimas of Hnaita and companions (Greek Orthodox Church)

Ambrose Bierce Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Annibale Carracci (Artology)

Benvenuto Cellini (Artology)

Betcha Festival (Japan)

Clydog (Christian; Saint)

Cristiolus (Christian; Saint)

Elias I of Antioch (Syriac Orthodox Church)

Ermengol (a.k.a. Hermengaudius; Christian; Saint)

Flour (Christian; Saint)

Gaudiosus of Tarazona (Christian; Saint)

Gwenhael (Christian; Saint)

Hegel (Positivist; Saint)

Hilaria (a.k.a. Cybele’s day; Day of Joy and Old Roman Spring Festival; Ancient Rome) [also 3.25]

Hubertus (a.k.a. Hubert; Christian; Saint) [Belgium]

Isis Cult Feast (Ancient Rome)

Isis/Osiris Mysteries VII (Pagan)

Kissing Frogs Day (Pastafarian)

Libertine (Christian; Saint)

Malachy O' More (Christian; Saint)

Manuel Lozano Garrido (Christian; Blessed)

Martin de Porres (Christian; Saint)

Papulus (Christian; Saint)

Pirmin (a.k.a. Priminius; Christian; Saint)

Richard Hooker (Anglican Communion)

Rumwold of Buckingham (a.k.a. Rumbald or Rumald; Christian; Saint)

Rupert Mayer (Christian; Blessed)

Silvia (Christian; Saint)

Small Furry Creatures Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Whizzy (Muppetism)

Winifrede (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fatal Day (Pagan) [21 of 24]

Prime Number Day: 307 [63 of 72]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [52 of 57]

Premieres

Abandoned Luncheonette, by Hall and Oates (Album; 1973)

At the Hop, by Danny and the Juniors (Song; 1957)

… Baby One More Time, by Britney Spears (Song; 1998)

Borat (Film; 2006)

Carrie (Film; 1976)

Charlie’s Angels (Film; 2000)

Different Strokes (TV Series; 1978)

Dune: Part 2 (Film; 2023)

The Fabulous Johnny Cash, by Johnny Cash (Album; 1958)

Fiddler on the Roof (Film; 1971)

Flushed Away (Animated Aardman Film; 2006)

The Golden Apples of the Sun, by Ray Bradbury (Short Story; 1953)

Good Morning America (TV Morning Show; 1975)

Great Balls of Fire, by Jerry Lee Lewis (Song; 1957)

Guys and Dolls (Film; 1955)

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Film; 2002) [#2]

Hawks & Doves, by Neil Young (Album; 1980)

His Dark Materials (UK TV Series; 2019)

Hold That Pose (Disney Cartoon; 1950)

I Will Always Love You, Whitney Houston version (Song; 1992)

Lady Bird (Film; 2017)

The Nanny (TV Series; 1993)

Ninotchka (Film; 1939)

Pippi Longstocking, by Astrid Lindgren (Children’s Book; 1945)

Rage Against the Machine, by Rage Against the Machine (Album; 1992)

Red Queen to Gryphon Three, by Gryphon (Album; 1974)

Sleepy Time Possum (WB MM Cartoon; 1951)

So Lonely, by the Police (Song; 1978)

Thank U, Next, by Ariana Grande (Song; 2018)

Thor: Ragnarok (Film; 2017)

Tokyo Story (Film; 1953)

Unbelievable, by EMF (Song; 1990)

Today’s Name Days

Hubert, Martin, Pirmin, Rupert, Silvia (Austria)

Hubert, Martin, Silvija, Tvrtko (Croatia)

Hubert (Czech Republic)

Hubertus (Denmark)

Kaido, Kaidu, Kaimar, Kaimo, Kairo, Kaivo (Estonia)

Terho (Finland)

Gwenaël, Hubert (France)

Hubert, Martin, Pirmin, Silvia (Germany)

Győző (Hungary)

Amico, Giusto, Silvia (Italy)

Dagnija, Ērika (Latvia)

Hubertas, Silvija, Vidmantas (Lithuania)

Raymond, Roy (Norway)

Bogumił, Cezary, Chwalisław, Hubert, Huberta, Sylwia (Poland)

Achepsima, Aitala, Iosif (Romania)

Hubert (Slovakia)

Martín, Silvia (Spain)

Hubert, Hugo (Sweden)

Hobart, Hubert, Huberta, Malachi, Silvia, Sylvia, Winfred, Winifred, Winnie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 307 of 2024; 58 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 44 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 4 of 28]

Chinese: Month 9 (Ten-Xu), Day 20 (Yi-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 19 Heshvan 5784

Islamic: 19 Rabi II 1445

J Cal: 7 Mir; Sevenday [7 of 30]

Julian: 21 October 2023

Moon: 65%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 27 Descartes (11th Month) [Hegel]

Runic Half Month: Hagal (Hailstone) [Day 8 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 41 of 89)

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 11 of 29)

[graemepark]

THIS IS GRAEME PARK: LONG LIVE HOUSE RADIO SHOW 23JUN23

In this week’s Long Live House Radio Show:

Third Attempt

Amy Douglas

Klankarbeit

Bart Ricardo

Dames Brown feat. Waajeed

Hi Voltage

S.O.U.L. S.Y.S.T.E.M.

Diana Ross

Incognito

Johnny Corporate

Unit 2 and more.

LONG LIVE HOUSE RADIO SHOW 23JUN

Title (Mix), Artist

Check Out The Hook (Dangerous DJ 12" Club Mix), 2 Young Brothers

Bass- The Final Frontier, Jo Sims

Soul, Body & Mind, Third Attempt

Happens At Night, Somethin' Sanctified

Be Worthy (Flying Mojito Bros Refrito), Gloria Ann Taylor

Bit-O-Honey, Amy Douglas

In The Box, Klankarbeit

Glory (Kelly G. Shelter Stomp Club Mix), Dames Brown feat. Waajeed

You Can't Get Away (Prins Thomas Diskomiks), Palavas

Lift Me Up, Bazza Ranks & Karmina Dai

The Music's Got Me (SanFranDisko Re-edit), Visual

Field Work, Bart Ricardo

Love Is The Message, Moon Rocket & Re-Tide

Lets Get Horny (Joey Negro Horny Edit), Hi Voltage

It's Gonna Be A Lovely Day (Palladium House Mix), S.O.U.L. S.Y.S.T.E.M.

Love Hangover (Joey Negro Remix), Diana Ross

Superlovin', Mark Funk & Danny Cruz

Weekend (Larry Levan Weekend Mix), Class Action

Givin' It Up (Roger Sanchez Uplifting Club Mix), Incognito

Sunday Shoutin' (Dr Packer Remix), Johnny Corporate

Sunshine (Shine On Mix), Unit 2

Remember Me (David Penn Remix), Blue Boy

U Sure Do (Guest List Mix), Strike