#july fever demos

[snoggyfroggy]

BROMFEST, 2024

[sweaterkittensahoy]

WE HAVE A FLOOR

OH THANK FUCK

So, for those of you who don't know or don't recall or just love seeing this fucking story again and again because this shit has HAUNTED me for NEARLY TWO YEARS, let's turn back the clock:

2022:

By the end of June 2022, the following things had happened to me in the year 2022:

Six sinus infections, one right after the other. Tested for Covid each and every time. Not Covid. When to the doctor on day 12, got the antibiotics, shit cleared up. And basically the moment the antibiotics cleared my system, new sinus infection.

Had so many in a row, in fact, that my my ashtma wouldn't calm down, and we had to get me on steroids for ten days to basically reset my lungs.

Went to a family wedding, first big trip since lockdown.

Came home from the family wedding and had Covid. I regularly get body pain with my fevers, and this was the worst body pain of my life. I barely remember going to the doctor for the test so I could take time off. It was bad.

Was very close to a major realization that a friendship I thought was going to last my whole life had become utterly toxic and abusive.

And then the end of June hit. And I woke up one morning to Sean cursing, which was alarming. Because I curse like a sailor, but he does not. I get up to see what the problem is.

The problem is a quarter-inch of water through most of our apartment. It was coming through our light fixtures. We are in a renovated basement of a house from the 1920s. I ran outside then up the stairs to see what was going on up there.

The house is two stories. Overnight, the toilet supply line on the second story had begun to leak. This kind of leak is a silent affair. We don't know when it started. But when we woke up, the entire living/kitchen area was flooded. The laundry room/bathroom was flooded. The water had soaked into the bedroom carpet so far that it was sopping wet from the door to about two feet in.

The office had, miraculously, not taken a drop. Still not sure how that worked.

We call the management company. We call insurance. I swear my ass off because Sean has to go to work, which means I'm stuck alone all day with the mess and a dog who does NOT understand why her paws keep getting wet.

Demo guys show up. They are very, very nice. By the time they're done on day one, there are two dehumidifiers and several large fans going in my house.

We don't have A/C by the way. And it's late June, and even in PDX, that's not great.

Three days later, the demo guys show back up to take out everything that can't be fixed. Our place looked like this:

Once they took all the wet out, we had this hole in our ceiling:

And were walking around on this floor:

That's the original cement floor that was put in when the house was built, by the way.

And then, we spent the ENTIRE SUMMER waiting for someone to FIX OUR FUCKING HOUSE. From the end of June until FUCKING SEPTEMBER we were living with an open ceiling and no actual floor.

I'd email the management company. I'd call. They'd say "Oh, we're working on it. The owner is dragging his feet."

Put a pin in that claim. We'll come back to it.

At the end of July, I ended that friendship I mentioned. I am using it as a measurement here so you understand that a month into my house being like this, I was also going through a massive emotionally fucked up situation.

Work was so fucking busy I nearly burned out. On top of trying to get some answers about when I was gonna get a fucking ceiling and floor again.

By August, I snapped and sent a terselye worded email about how it should not take this long to make some fucking decisions. I got back, "Oh, we're trying, but the owner isn't communicating with us."

Put a pin in that claim, too.

Finally. FINALLY. After FOUR contractors came and looked and gave estimates, we got told "Okay, we're gonna fix your place. In September. It'll take three weeks."

So, for three weeks, we moved into a hotel, and it was...it was fine. But it's not home, okay. I just wanted to be in my fucking house with a fucking ceiling and floor.

Finally, three weeks later, we moved back in, and we had a ceiling! And a floor!

And then I got what I thought was food poisoning. 48 hours of some of the worst pain I've ever had, and my endometriosis is severe enough I had a full hysterectomy at 31 or 32 (I honestly don't recall). Okay. I know from pain. Went to the doctor. Got an anti-nausea injection from the biggest needle I have ever seen in my LIFE. The doctor pushed on my gall bladder and asked if it hurt. I'd been continuously sick for 48 hours. Everything hurt. I said, in all honesty, I couldn't tell.

Went home. Rehydrated. Things seemed fine. They guessed it was my gall bladder anyway, and since I had no history of issues, said "Let's try to change your diet before we go through surgery."

Fine. Whatever. Didn't care.

A week later, in the first week of October, I ended up in the ER because I was sick again. So sick, in fact, I could not keep down apple juice. It took TWO DAYS to get a surgical spot. I went through caffeine withdrawal. The Try Guys released their video about firing Ned. All I wanted to do was go home to my finally fixed house and fucking sleep.

Surgery went fine. Had a full-room hallucination that Sean and I were Chucky and Tiffany from the Chucky movies. Kept telling Sean to kill the nurse so we'd get a larger cut of the money. This has never happened before, but I've also never been on Dilaudid for several days in a row to control my pain. Apparently, when that happens, I think I'm a serial killing doll.

Go home. Rest up. Things seem fine.

In November, I walk into the kitchen one day, look down, and see a space between two of the floorboards that should not be there.

I refuse to deal with it and throw a rug over it.

Over the next several months, more boards start bubbling and warping.

The floor, it appears, has some fucking issues.

I ignore it for almost a year. Yes, I know what you're thinking, "Gayle, why?"

Because 2022 was a fucking disaster, and a major part of it was the flood, and sometimes you just gotta avoid that shit, okay?

But, finally, it's bad enough I know I gotta say something. I send the management company a note. They send a guy. He's great. Says I'll hear back in a week.

I don't.

And then I don't.

And then I don't.

And then the owner asks to inspect the property to see how things are looking.

He sees the floor and is shocked. This is not good. Why is it like this? How long has it been like this? When did I put in a maintenance request? And what was the last thing I heard?

This is November.

In December, we are informed via letter from the owner that he would like to be cc'ed on every request we send to the management company because he is not pleased with their performance.

Well, okay.

In January, we get a hard freeze. And then we got a pinhole leak in a pipe. That I discovered when walking into the kitchen and stepping into--you guessed it--a quarter-inch of water on the floor.

It was comin up from under the boards, but the hole was actually in our wall. We had glare ice. No one in PDX knows how to handle glare ice. The owner made the trip from the deep suburbs to us every day he could (he got stuck once) to get the problem fixed as quickly and neatly as possible.

I heard him on the phone with the management company several times explaining what he was doing, how long he thought it would take, and thanking them for communicating with us.

Which.

It took 4 days. I got one email. At 6:30 PM. On a day I heard him call them at 10 AM.

So. Suddenly "the owner isn't responding" and "the owner won't communicate" seem like complete fucking bullshit. Because he sure as hell responded when he found out there was a leak (we cc'ed him on the email as requested), and I fucking HEARD HIM communicate.

And then we found out that the owner had not had final say on the floor, which now had to be replaced not just for bubbling but for being fucking wrecked from NEW water damage.

But for this new floor, we just went through him, and would you look at that. Clear communication. Regular updates. We were on the concrete again for about three weeks because that's just how far out contractors are booking right now. But the work was done when he said it would be, and by god, it's clearly a much higher quality of flooring.

So. It's done. It's fucking done. It looks beautiful. The owner scrubbed our bathroom before he left for some fucking reason and was worried he'd lost the knob off our washing machine (we bought it used; it's never had that knob). When I met him the first time after the big leak, I thought he was a complete asshole, and it turns out he's actually all right. He gave us money for dinner this week and is also gonna get us a few days of rent comped for having to have people in and out. I'm never renting through this management company again, but if that dude's got other properties through someone else, I'd go there in a second.

April 5, 2024. May it be the last reference I ever have to make to a fucking floor repair in this house.

[moremusic]

This week’s guests are from my favorite city, New York. The Upsides play infectious music that will get into the core of your soul and leave you wanting more. Do yourself a favor and check them out!

Can you tell us a little history of the upsides. How did you meet and form?

My brother Matt (who is the lead singer and guitarist) and I have been playing together since I received my first drum set for Christmas in fourth grade. Matt DaSilva, our bassist, has been in different iterations of groups we’ve had over the years including a 90s covers band. Hopefully we’ve improved a little since those days. I met Hart (lead guitarist) in college although we never played in a band together there, we would just kind of jam together after a few drinks. I luckily ran back into him in Lower Manhattan after graduation and invited him to come to the next rehearsal my brother and I had lined up.

I am a big fan of your song “Jump In” can you tell me the meaning of this song?

Thank you! That one came about a few years ago and while all of our songs are collaborative, that’s a tune I had more of a hand in than others. Lyrically, it is really just about coming to a certain point in maturing as a person. Being more comfortable in your own skin and ‘jumping in’ if you will to who you actually want to be, rather than someone else’s idea of who you should be or what you should be doing with your life. It felt like a proper album opener particularly with the uptempo feel, sort of a “here we are” moment.

When you write, is it a band effort or does someone come to rehearsal with an idea or finished song?

For this first album, most of the songs were one person bringing forth an idea to the band that we would work together to fully form which was a great process. However, for the second album that we are beginning to work on we wanted to try to build songs from the ground-up as a unit in the rehearsal studio. We actually rented a cabin up in the Catskills in early July and had a really productive week forming ideas with that method. We’re really excited to finish out those songs that stemmed from a new writing process and it was invigorating to have a full blank canvas every day rather than quickly showing each other new ideas after a rehearsal in Brooklyn.

What is your career highlight?

It might be a toss-up between having our tune ‘Jump In’ played on either Pat Monahan’s (lead singer of Train) SiriusXM channel and also on WFUV 90.7 in New York City. We grew up covering Train in that aforementioned 90s covers band, and also grew up listening to WFUV which just had enough signal to make it to our hometown of Randolph, New Jersey. Shout out to Alisa Ali of WFUV who always supports local acts!

What is your favorite venue to play?

That would probably have to be Mercury Lounge right here in New York, where we had our album release show back in May. It’s an intimate vibe but always sounds great and has a great stage. You can almost feel the history of the bands who have played there over the years in the walls. And you can definitely see all the band stickers in the green room!

What does the next 6-12 months hold for you?

We’re going to be hard at work on album 2, hopefully finishing up demos for that by October and starting the recording process early next year. We’ll have a couple more shows in New York in New England to close out the year as well and then hopefully releasing more music as early as possible in 2025 and gigging in support of our second album!

What is your dream festival line up?

Speaking for myself, and keeping the list to a somewhat respectable number, I’ll go Cut Worms, Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever, Fontaines D.C., Arctic Monkeys, then Queens of the Stone Age.

If you could open for any band who would it be?

Funny you should ask, I just asked that question while we were killing time driving to a show in Philadelphia. I picked Spoon. I’ve seen them live a few times and they’re just a killer band who has been at it for awhile growing organically and are about as authentic as it gets in my opinion. Other picks I can remember were Alvvays and Fontaines D.C.

Who are your influences?

It’s definitely a mixed bag which is something I really appreciate. Honestly, and I’m not just saying this, the first Atlas Genius album was a big inspiration for Matt and I as we first started writing our own songs. And Hart even brought up how he was doing some “Atlas Genius guitar stuff” when we were up in The Catskills. We definitely first bonded over a love of The Strokes but have sought to differentiate our sound from them, as they’re an easy band to want to sound like particularly being from New York. I really love Australian bands like Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever and the feel of songs like ‘Jump In’ and ‘Grand Plans’ definitely comes from that influence. We all made pretty eclectic playlists of ten songs that were ‘mandatory’ listening ahead of the Catskills trip which was fun to see what ideas, even if it was just a quick drum pattern or chord progression, stemmed from that. Those playlists saw everything from Kevin Morby to The Chills (from New Zealand!) to Jonathan Richman to New Order.

If you were stuck on an island and could only take one record, what would it be?

‘Caravan’ by Van Morrison. I do have it on vinyl and it just instantly puts me in a good, nostalgic mood. Brings me back to sitting on the patio with my family growing up and is just timeless incredible music.

Fender or Gibson?

While I’m the drummer, I can definitively say Fender. Hart just got a new Fiesta Red Made in Japan Jaguar, so now we have just about every Fender option available other than a Mustang I believe. The Upsides arsenal includes a Stratocaster, Telecaster, Jazzmater, Jaguar, Precision Bass and Jazz Bass all from Fender. We’re open to a Fender sponsorship!

Any upcoming gigs you would like to promote?

Yes we have a big one on Saturday September 7th at Bowery Ballroom in New York! That will be in support of our friends Gooseberry and their album release, and another dear friend B. Miles will be on the bill as well. And then Saturday October 26th we’re going to make our debut up in Portland Maine which will be a blast.

Lastly, where can people find out more about you?

https://www.instagram.com/theupsides_?igsh=OTl2dHg4c3cxc2Fr

[noloveforned]

we're back on wlur tonight at 8pm after an unexpected week off due to illness (i'll spare you the details but let's just say it wasn't pretty). the last show (see below) has also been posted on mixcloud for your streaming convenience!

no love for ned on wlur – july 7th, 2023 from 8-10pm

artist // track // album // label cool blue halo // too much kathleen // kangaroo // no fort not // tell me nothing // depressed for success // meritorio eaves wilder // better together // better together digital single // secretly canadian pardoner // my wagon // peace loving people // bar/none grandaddy // summer here kids (early demo) // under the western freeway (deluxe edition) // friendship fever upset // she's gone // she's gone // don giovanni soft on crime // i won't try // in the terrarium cassette // eats it it thing // p.c.h // constant state 7" // feel it lysol // clean living // on the corner // deranged mesh // potato head // benefit for prevention point split 7" // strange mono lifeguard // ten canisters (ofb) // dressed in trenches ep // matador cia debutante // a dove // down, willow // siltbreeze loopsel // öga for öga // öga for öga // dfa graciehorse // run ricky run // l.a. shit // wharf cat workhorse // desert // desert digital single // dinosaur city amelia meath and blake mills // neon blue // neon blue 7" (split w/ sam gendel) // psychic hotline chuck johnson // night of the disappearance // music from burden of proof // all saints dorothy ashby with frank wess // there's a small hotel // hip harp // prestige andreas røysum ensemble // lalibela // fredsfanatisme // motvind muriel grossmann // go ahead john // muriel grossmann plays miles 7" ep // third man chester watson // fish don't climb trees // fish don't climb trees // pow clbrks and yungmorpheus // officer dibble // a place i got lost in // tuff kong lord jah-monte ogbon // third times a charm // i’ve really never been better // copenhagen crates georgia anne muldrow // husfriend // seeds // someothaship fatlip and blu featuring mc eiht // street life // live from the end of the world (deluxe edition) // nature sounds martha and the muffins // i start to stop // mystery walk // current mega bog // love is // end of everything // mexican summer laura branigan // self control // self control // atlantic the dentists // both sides now // janice long session on april 2nd, 1987 10" // precious jeanines // tilt in your eye // each day 7" // slumberland entrez vous // beach boys (don't live in vermont) // entrez vous! // (self-released)

[dopingconsomme]

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[eliavahazaleia]

Eliavah ~ Star Dancer Attire @ Crystal Heart 2019

This release is a older release on marketplace only. Click me for a link to buy!

Click here for a link to my other Socials!

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Ive been having dancer fever~ I hope you guys enjoy this FF dancer inpired set I made for TCH~

Thank you wiki for posing with me for the ad <3 «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» The Crystal Heart opens June 30th, at 12AM SLT.

You can get a demo at my mainstore if the event is full.

♥ Fitted for Maitreya, Legacy, Slink Hourglass, Belleza Freya & Isis. (Please get a re-delivery if you purchased before July 5th)

♥ Each purchase comes with a HUD to change the piping, metals & gems. Only Fatpack comes with HUD to change outfit color. Each purchase comes with the FULL outfit

♥ Materials enabled as always!! & It's modify so you can change the tinting, and play around with the materials to your liking.

♥ Please make sure to demo! In the demo there's also notecards with more information.

Enjoy popotos ~

[rabchunter]

So Who's coming to The Game Fair at Ragley Hall this year,the 28th-30th of July 2023.

The Ole Hedge Creeper will be heading up his Pass It On Young Sports Team at the ever inspirational and entertaining Countryman's Village.

Main ring demos all day with something for the whole family to get involved in.

Book signing, The Really Wild Adventures Marksmanship Team, Pass It On Scotland, Rabbit Fever, The Grey Area Squirrels and more in the village too.

Come say hello and be entertained country boy style 💪🙏⚔️🛡️🤠 www.theolehedgecreeper.co.uk

www.pass-it-on-young-sports.org.uk

www.reallywildadventures.co.uk

[sunset-curve-fantom]

Hollywood Ghost Club- Ghost!Luke and Ghost!Reader

A/N: I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT.

WARNING: SMUT, 18+ MATERIAL

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

You and Luke were one of the greatest love stories, you were his muse in everything he did. In life and in death, you were the focus of his love. He died in the most comical way, from a tainted hot dog, while you died in a car wreck the same night. You were so distraught that you ran off the road, dying on impact.

But Luke never knew you faced the same fate he had- death.

For 25 years, you had wandered looking for Luke. Only to conclude that he had already crossed over and was enjoying a ton of pizza and his music. But you were wrong- he had been trapped in a different dimension almost until Julie released them by playing their demo.

When Willie told you about this ghost band he found- you didn’t think much of it. People die every day so of course new ghosts appear. That was until he mentioned the cute guy- Alex… and you knew exactly what band he had run into.

Sunset Curve had finally made it to the ghost scene, or more so to the Hollywood Ghost Club.

“Willie do not tell me you invited them here- you know what Caleb is going to do” You stressed, anger beginning to drip on your words.

“I-I-I-I I didn’t know what to do… Caleb owns my soul, he would destroy me if I didn’t do as he said” Willie said, afraid of your anger. He knew you loved Luke more than anything and now- Luke could be in danger.

“Okay- I need you to find Alex and tell him to act like they don’t know me. I cannot… I will not let them get hurt because I am here. Go Now” You said, fear in your voice. You knew what Caleb would do to them if they acted like they knew you or even came close to you.

You were his main attraction, and he wasn’t going to let anyone get near you- especially if they convinced you to leave the club.

You began pacing back and forth before you were set to go on- you almost became nauseous at the thought of seeing Luke again. He was your great love story, and death came too soon for the both of you.

Caleb appeared down the dark hallway as you paced, “Nervous?” He said, the creepy tone griping his words.

You could barely catch his gaze- you knew he would be able to read you like a book, just like he had been able to for 25 years. He knew every little thing about everyone, and that is how he was able to control everyone in the long run.

“Always… I have a need to be perfect” You said, sarcasm dripping your voice. You wanted him to just drop it and go do his opening act. It was the same every night, he opened, and you closed. Same music, same routines.

He sent you his signature glare- before stepping onto the stage. “Hello, Hollywood Ghost Club! I hope you are having a wonderful evening- well a wonderful afterlife!”

As the curtains opened and closed behind him- You could spot Alex in the audience, meaning that Reggie and Luke were out there too. Running your hand through your hair, you cursed under your breath. They shouldn’t be here- a horrible feeling running down your spine.

You gripped your mic a little tighter as Caleb’s music was coming to an end. You knew you had to go out there and smash this performance- Luke hadn’t seen you in 25 years.

The beginning music to your song started- after Luke and you met the same fate, the music was flowing out of you. You thought he had moved on into the light and left you here alone but truly he never left you. But the aloneness made lyrics and melodies fall out of you, and that is how Caleb found you. You were the missing piece in his ghost club, and he knew he needed you.

So here you were- trapped in a world that made you miserable. A world without Luke, and without the life you both deserved.

As you were zoned out, the beginning notes on the piano began to dwell and the beat began to rise-

Don’t blink

No, I don’t want to miss it

One thing

And it’s back to the beginning

Cause everything is rushing in fast

Keep going on, never look back

As the words came out of your mouth- you couldn’t help but make eye contact with Luke. He looked startled to see you- he had no idea that you had died too. He thought you had lived on, started a family and a career, but no- you died the same night as him.

As the song ended, a smile creeped onto your face. For the first night in a long time, you felt proud of yourself- for your music, for your performance, for everything. You had Luke to thank for the extra bout of confidence. He gave you wings when you felt like you were going to fall, in life and in death he gave you the world.

The final bow was something so magical, watching the boys and Willie cheer for you in the audience. Watching Caleb’s creepy ass smile as he watched your every move. It was a night full of happiness, yet the fear of something happening to Luke because of Caleb.

You smiled, walking off stage. You made your way to your dressing room to take off this ostentatious outfit that Caleb had picked. You wanted nothing more to be in your comfy clothes, and just enjoy your evening. But the outfit you chose was something symbolic- it was Luke’s Sunset Curve t-shirt, it had rips and holes, but you couldn’t part with it.

A sharp knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts- God you prayed it wasn’t Caleb.

As you swung the door open- you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It was Willie, who happened to be eyeing your outfit with a smirk on his face.

“Hey Y/N. You good?” Willie said, trying to refrain from smirking even more.

“Yeah I’m good. If you are gonna make fun of my outfit- leave me alone William” You said crossing your arms over your chest. Clearly irritated with him just showing up at the door.

“I-I-I um… Luke is waiting for you in the alley, he wanted me to tell you. I think it’s kind of important” He said, trying to avoid my eyesight. You couldn’t even find the words before he spoke again, “And don’t worry- I’m going to keep Caleb busy”

You laughed as he winked at you before heading off down the hallway. You could feel the smile growing on your face as you slipped on your slippers, heading to the alley door. For being dead- the air was sure cold in LA right now. It was incredible you could still feel things like this.

Your hair whipped in the wind, as you turned to look down the dark alley. You could see a shadow walking towards you, and you knew by the walk it was Luke. A smile erupted on your face as you ran towards him, you could hear his chuckle as your got closer to him. You jumped into his outstretched arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. Silent tears ran down your face as he gripped you tightly, he couldn’t let you go, and you didn’t want him too.

“Baby… oh my god” He said, running his hand through your hair as he held you up. You gripped onto him for dear life, and you couldn’t bare being in this world without him any longer.

You could barely squeak out a “Hi” as sobs racked your chest. Your feet quickly hit the pavement as you looked into his eyes. His beautiful eyes, that always seemed to change colors. He was trying to take your appearance in- like it was the last time he was going to see you.

“What-what- what happened to you? How are you here?” He said, cupping your face with his large hands, pressing feverous kisses all over your face.

“I died when-” He cut you off, “I know you died stupid- but how did you die? Clearly I was the idiot who ate a bad street hotdog”

“Oh, shut up- I died that night too. I heard what had happened, that you… you all died, and I was driving to the hospital to try and make some sense of it. But I was so upset and distraught that I got in a crash and died on impact. I thought you guys had crossed over because I never saw you… I thought you had left me” You said, silent tears still pouring down your cheeks, as you caught his eyes a small smile formed on your cheeks.

“I could never ever leave you- not intentionally. I love you more than music can express. You are the one my heart loves” He said, tears forming in his eyes. You slid your hands into his as you leaned in.

Your lips touched and it was like fireworks coursing through you, he untangled your hands and gripped your waist tightly. He pulled you flush against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips. A silent moan escaped your mouth as you felt the first amount of pleasure in a long 25 years.

You pulled away from him, searching his face for the love you so deeply missed. You winked before poofing the both of you out of the dark alley. You took him to the one place you deeply loved before your untimely demise. It was the treehouse Luke had built you in the Patterson’s backyard.

You spent many of nights here alone, praying for a sign from Luke. The fairy lights always stayed on; I think it gave his parents comfort in his absence- well in both of your absences. They didn’t just lose a son; They also lost a daughter that night. His parents always knew that you and Luke were endgame, the full life of marriage and kids, growing old.

But that night- everything changed. The future they envisioned for the both of you had disappeared by a series of unfortunate events. This was the one place that Luke and you could have some time to yourself, away from the guys, your parents, and the world.

Luke was in awe at the place as he looked around. It was like he had forgotten how beautiful and full of memories this place was filled with. Your first kiss, your first date, your first sexual encounter, your first promise. Every bit of firsts had happened in this place, and now a new memory was going to be made. A restart to your relationship- 25 years down the line.

You couldn’t help but look at Luke in awe, he was the most handsome man. Even after all this time, it was like nothing had changed between you.

You walked over to him, running a hand down his chest. Catching his lips in yours, taking him by surprise. He was so in awe of you, and the relationship he cherished. You smiled as he gripped your hips, pulling you towards him. It was like you were falling into your old ways again, full of lust and pleasure.

 ~IF YOU ARE YOUNG, IT IS TIME TO BOUNCE 18+ MATERIAL~

 You reached up, gripping his longer hair in your fingers and pulling gently, earning a moan from his lips. His grip on your hips tighten, knowing good and well he would leave bruises, you know if ghosts could bruise.

He chuckled as he moved a hand to your cheek, gently rubbing your cheek causing a blush to erupt on your cheeks. The kiss was soft yet animalistic, as you pushed him back onto the bed.

Discarding your shirt, well Luke’s shirt you hijacked as well as your bra as you caught Luke’s lips back in yours. As you straddled his lap, he was gripping your thighs tightly, slowly the kisses began to travel down your neck and to your breasts. Taking your hard nipple in his mouth, causing a slur of moans erupt from you.

You began shifted your hips, rubbing slowly against his sensitive crotch- making his hips buck from under you. He wasn’t going to be able to last much longer if you continued that motion, so he quickly flipped you over, so he was hovering. He quickly stripped out of his shirt, before moving to your pants. Your leggings quickly flew off your legs, and he took no time diving between your thighs.

You could feel his hot breath on your sensitive heat, as he licked up your slit before hitting your bundle of nerves. It sent a jolt through your body as he continued to explore your heat. Your hands flew down to his hair, pulling tightly as your orgasm began quickly approaching.

“Uh-Uh- Luke… I-uh- I’m cloooseee” You moaned as you pulled his hair even tighter, he continued to lick at your heat as your orgasm graced his tongue for the first time in 25 years. You could barely catch a breath as you caught Luke’s gaze from between your thighs. You took in his appearance, his face glazed with your orgasm as a smile graced his face.

“So, mind telling me why you are still half dressed?” You said, eyeing his jeans that were constricting his crotch. The smirk he gave you as he unbuttoned his jeans was something you so deeply missed. As his jeans slid down his legs, his cock sprung free.

He laughed as the look on your face, you were practically drooling at the moment you were about to have. An encounter of the century.

Luke began hovering over you before pressing his cock past your slit. He was watching your face as your eyes rolled back into your head. The pleasure was overwhelming as you adjusted to his size.

You met his slow thrusts with your hips, moving against him. His brows began to furrow as you continued the motion. He growled under his breath, “Stop that- I am not going to last”

You couldn’t help but smirk up at him, catching his lips in yours once again as your hands roamed his body and tugged on his hair.

Your orgasm began to overtake your senses, as Luke’s thrusts began to fall out of rhythm. His grip began to tighten on your hips as your orgasm washed over you. Your walls spasmed around his cock as he began to unload inside of you, filling you up.

“Holy god” Luke said as he collapsed on top of you, it was like you both forgot how much you enjoyed this time together.

“That’s all I get? It has been some time, I am sure I can do it all again” You said, flipping the both of you, so you were on top of him. You just giggled at Luke’s expression as he brushed your hair out of his face.

“Oh, I am always been down for a round two” He said winking as he began nibbling at your sensitive spot, causing a moan to erupt from you.

For the first time in 25 years- you felt more complete than ever before. Luke was back into your world full of life, and love. The Hollywood Ghost Club was the last thing in your mind as you spent every last moment with the man of your dreams.

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[lastsonlost]

Oh gasps, I'm shocked.

Who would have thunk it?

The story:

Updated with Sunday figures: In the wake of Terminator: Dark Fate’s failure at the B.O., and Paramount’s recent decision to make Beverly Cops 4 for Netflix, we have the further breakdown of cinema IP in Sony’s Charlie’s Angels reboot, which is tanking with a God-awful $8.6M domestic opening, $27.9M worldwide (from 26 markets), 3 Stars on Screen Engine-Comscore’s PostTrak, and a B+ Cinemascore.

The Elizabeth Banks-directed-written and produced pic is also opening in 27 offshore markets,

China being one where it’s also bombing,

with a $7.8M 3-day take in third place behind No. 1 local title Somewhere Winter ($13.1M).

All of this is primed to further spur a WTF reaction and anxiety among film development executives in town in regards to what the hell exactly works in this have-and-have-not era of the theatrical marketplace. Many will make the hasty generalization that old, dusty IP doesn’t work, or is now deemed too risky when it’s not a superhero project. However, moviemaking is an art, not a science, and annoying as it might sound, good movies float to the top, and this Charlie’s Angels reboot didn’t have the goods going back to its script.

<Maybe somebody should have been working on a good story instead of pushing an agenda.

We’re going to break down for you what went wrong in another graph, but we don’t want to bury the success of Disney’s release of Fox’s James Mangold-directed Ford v Ferrari, which looks to be coming in at $31.5M, well ahead of the $20M+ many were seeing, with an awesome A+ CinemaScore and 4 1/2 stars and a 68% definite recommend on Screen Engine/Comscore’s PostTrak. After a franchise-laden summer which buried originals, now an original pic is sticking it to the IP.

When it comes to the bombing of Charlie’s Angels, the takeaway is this is what happens when you have IP, but there’s no reason for telling the story.

In the walk-up to developing Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle, and in the wake of its near $1 billion success, a fever broke out at the Culver City lot in the post-Amy Pascal era to reboot former Sony franchises or extend them, i.e. Zombieland: Double Tap (well over $103M at the global B.O. now), the upcoming Bad Boys 3, and, of course, Spider-Man, the latter electrified by Disney’s Marvel. Development studio executives define their being by getting films greenlit, and whenever that happens, it’s 90% of the job.

And the pressure is on to fill a 10-12 picture annual slate in a world where Disney vacuums up all the best IP. A third Charlie’s Angels with McG directing and Drew Barrymore, Cameron Diaz and Lucy Liu starring, wasn’t made immediately after the second chapter, 2003’s Full Throttle, as the sequel turned out to be 29% more expensive than the 2000 original at $120M, and also made less worldwide, $259.1M to $264.1M. With Elizabeth Banks coming off her hot feature directorial debut with Universal’s Pitch Perfect 2 (which over-indexed in its stateside opening at the B.O., going from $50M projections to $69.2M, and finaled global at $287.1M); after she expressed interest in September 2015 in taking on a Charlie’s Angels reboot with a modern feminist spin, there was no question in Sony’s mind that the project should move forward.

<Yeah Sony, how's that working out for you? You think they would have learned their lesson...

Guess not.

Back to the story.....

However, there were script problems, I hear, that could never be resolved. A few months after Banks boarded, Evan Spiliotopoulos came on to write. By the time cast was assembled in July 2018, Banks had penned the latest draft off a script by Jay Basu (The Girl in the Spider’s Web), and earlier drafts by Craig Mazin and Semi Chellas. Andrea Giannetti oversaw the project on the lot. However, I hear that the script for Charlie’s Angels didn’t really attract top talent, i.e. Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Stone and Margot Robbie (a trio that would have potentially jazzed up business). Hence, why the production opted to go with largely a fresh face cast outside of Kristen Stewart. While we overwrite that stars mean nothing at the box office, they do, sometimes, when it comes to propping IP, and unfortunately and arguably, no one in Middle America knows who British actress Ella Balinska is, and they’ve only became recently acquainted with Naomi Scott from Disney’s Aladdin and Lionsgate’s Power Rangers. Stewart, who is hysterical in the movie and even needed more funny bits, is in a different place in her career professionally, publicly, and privately. It’s unfair to think that she could delver her Twilight fans now.

Had she done Charlie’s Angels promptly in the swell of the Twilight whirlwind (like Snow White and the Huntsmen) then maybe it would have popped.

But she has largely been dormant from popcorn wide releases for the last seven years since 2012’s Twilight: Breaking Dawn – Part 2, busy excelling and wowing in specialty awards season and festival fare like Clouds of Sils Maria, Still Alice, and this year’s Seberg, to name a few. Stewart needed to be paired with equal or bigger-name actresses.

was a one quadrant movie, eyed at women 13-39, especially given its lack of action scenes, and wisely limited their exposure to what I hear is 50%, with co-finance partners 2.0 Entertainment and Perfect World. Sony claims the budget is $48M net; we’ve heard in the mid $50Ms. Tax incentives were taken in the pic’s Berlin and Hamburg shoots. Perhaps Sony should have spent more, because Charlie’s Angels biggest problem is that it has very low-octane, we’ve-seen-it-all-before action scenes. Heck, there’s more action in a 1980s Chuck Norris movie. After watching Charlie’s Angels earlier this week, I put the first two McG movies on Netflix, and it was like watching Star Wars in comparison to this reboot, with his sharp production design, camera movements, unique action, and comedy set pieces, and, of course, the first movie blasted Sam Rockwell out of a cannon. Understand that the first two movies in the series were able to compete and hold their own in an action space where, yes, Mission: Impossible and Fast & Furious (the first two films came out in 2001 and 2003) also thrived. Mission and Fast sequels distinguish themselves on multiple 10-minute action sequences that we’ve never seen before on screen; it doesn’t matter who the villain is. This Charlie’s Angels doesn’t have that. And not even a super-duper hit song “Don’t Call Me Angel” for the movie from Ariana Grande, Miley Cyrus, and Lana Del Ray can trigger lines at the multiplex; the music video clocking over 116M views on YouTube, per entertainment social media monitor RelishMix.

Some will claim that Banks’ version was never intended to emulate the meat and potatoes version of McG’s films; that this version was expected to be more comedic, and more feminist. Unfortunately, after McG set the table here with the franchise as an action film, you can’t reverse it. You can only outdo him. And with a franchise movie like Charlie’s Angels, you can’t make it for a one quadrant audience.

The film arrived on tracking with a $12M-$13M start, and really never budged, but sank. That means marketing didn’t work. I heard that a $100M global P&A was first planned on Charlie’s Angels, with the studio now reducing that overall cost greatly to around $50M and pulling back on expensive ads. Another hurdle in activating the young girl demo is that much of the pic’s cast isn’t on social media. RelishMix says that Banks is the social media star with over 6.6M followers across Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, with Scott counting 3.4M.

Sony kept pushing Charlie’s Angels, which in hindsight means there were development issues. In May 2017, a release date was announced for June 7, 2019. When the cast was locked down in July 2018, Charlie’s got moved to Sept. 27, 2019. In October 2018 when Warners pushed Wonder Woman 1984 from the first weekend in November to summer, Charlie‘s took over the autumn spot, which was the same exact place the original 2000 opened. However, when Terminator: Dark Fate moved onto the same first weekend in November, Charlie‘s relocated to this weekend as they vied for a China release which they ultimately got.

Charlie’s Angels drew a 66% female crowd, split between 36% over 25 and 30% under 25. But both demos respectively graded it low at 68% and 79%, with men at 35% giving it a 68% grade on PostTrak. Diversity breakdown was 52% Caucasian, 21% Hispanic, 14% Asian/Other, & 13% African American. Charlie’s Angels best markets were on the coasts and big cities. But again, nothing to brag about in Friday’s $3.2M gross, which includes $900K from Thursday and Wednesday previews.

Says RelishMix, which also foresaw this disaster approaching on social media chatter, “Angels is the latest example in a ‘woke’ effort to reboot a franchise that many were not all that interested in to start with. In fact, many references to the 2000 version get a call-out as a reason this one doesn’t seem to compare – whether it’s the cast or the action teased from the film.

And, as observed with other recent films, some action/adventure, unfortunately fans say they’re steering clear of this one because of its ‘girl power’ messaging.”

[rpgmgames]

July’s Featured Game: Melon Journey 2

DEVELOPER(S): Froach Club ENGINE: RPG Maker 2003 GENRE: Story-exploration SUMMARY: Melon Journey 2 is a story-exploration game about revisiting a town full of adorable animals with eccentric personalities. Yet under its cute and nostalgic surface lies a dark tale of crime and corruption... Play as Honeydew, an employee of a huge melon factory, and travel to Hog Town where melons are illegal. While searching for a missing friend, you'll have to explore the town and its surrounding areas, and speak with suspicious characters in dangerous situations to uncover the truth.

Download the demo from the discord server here!

Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!

Introduce yourself! We're Froach Club! (Mario - @markeryjane, Karolina - @minipete, & Simon - @carpetbones) Our CEO is rude little roach who goes by the name of Froach. We've all been making games together and separately for a quite a while now and we're currently working on our magnum opus... To see our other games check out froachclub.itch.io & carpetbones.itch.io

What is your project about? What inspired you to create this game initially? *Froach Club: Melon Journey 2 is a story of crime and political corruption in a town where melons are outlawed. It's a sequel to our (Mario & Karolina) very first game we ever made back in 2012. Back then we had no idea what we were doing and were pretty awful at using RPG Maker 2003, so we had the idea to do kind of a remaster of the game. We accidentally expanded it so much though that it became a huge, fully-formed sequel.

How long have you been working on your project? *FC: Almost 2 years now.

Did any other games or media influence aspects of your project? *FC: Columbo, The Big Sleep, Chulip, Hamtaro Ham Ham Heartbreak, Kino's Journey, Twin Peaks, and Shenmue!

Have you come across any challenges during development? How have you overcome or worked around them? *FC: This is our first real large-scale project, spanning multiple years of development, so staying organized was a huge challenge. At first we would just work on whatever we felt like, jumping from one part of the game to another. But once Simon became more involved in the project, he taught us his amazing organization skills and we learned how to use to-do lists efficiently and and keep our files straight. And now that we have, things go much more smoothly.

Have any aspects of your project changed over time? How does your current project differ from your initial concept? *FC: We started with a really bare-bones story, and as we built up the world by adding more characters, side-quests, and subplots to the main storyline, the game’s scope began to grow. The world of Melon Journey 2 is now much more detailed and immersive than we originally imagined.

What was your team like at the beginning? How did people join the team? If you don’t have a team, do you wish you had one or do you prefer working alone? *FC: Back in 2012, when Melon Journey 1 came out, we were just a two person team (Mario and Karolina). We continued making games together for a few years until we started calling ourselves Froach Club and added our 3rd member, Simon. We worked together on u1f439 (https://carpetbones.itch.io/u1f439) and Fish Fly Fever (https://froachclub.itch.io/fish-fly-fever) and now Melon Journey 2!

What is the best part of developing a game? *Mario: Making the music, when a scene comes together and the music fits the tone perfectly it's really satisfying. Karolina: Coming up with crazy ideas in the beginning and thinking of all the possibilities! Simon: Creating any form of a dense or rich world for people to interact with or experience.

Do you find yourself playing other RPG Maker games to see what you can do with the engine, or do you prefer to do your own thing? *FC: Back when we started out, we played a lot of RPG Maker games on rpgmaker.net and it was a big source of inspiration because it helped us feel like our ideas were doable without any previous knowledge of programming or game making. Yume Nikki in particular gave us a lot of ideas on how to make the most out of RPG Maker 2003, like hacking together menus out of pictures, and creating complex animations using multiple charsets.

Which character in your game do you relate to the most and why? (Alternatively: Who is your favorite character and why?) *Mario: Bailey is my self-insert character kinda. Karolina: Lily. She has really strict Russian parents (who are actually based on mine) and she has a hard time finding a place where she feels like she truly belongs. She goes through a lot but never truly stops caring about what she believes in. Simon: I actually am Ham Ghost Jr.

Looking back now, is there anything that regret/wish you had done differently? *FC: At some point the project kind of outgrew RPGMaker 2003 and we really regretted using it, but we've come to appreciate the limitations and they've helped to shape the game in some ways so we regret it less now, especially since discovering easyRPG which we're using to port the game!

Do you plan to explore the game’s universe and characters further in subsequent projects, or leave it as-is? *FC: We like to joke about making Melon Journey 3D, but who knows, it might actually happen one day! We are leaving the ending of MJ2 a little bit open ended~

What do you most look forward to upon/after the release of a project? *Mario: Being able to start a new project. Usually by the end of one project the only thing motivating me is getting it out of the way so we can start on the next thing. Karolina: Seeing if people enjoy our game! I dream about people making fanart and silly deep lore videos. That would seriously make everything 100% worth it. Simon: I cannot wait to get started on a new (maybe even bigger) project!

Is there something you’re afraid of concerning the development or the release of your game? *FC: All three of us have an intense fear of something going horribly wrong on the day of the release. That's honestly the scariest part of making a game - saying that you're officially finished with it.

Do you have any advice for upcoming devs? *FC: Try your best to get your game done and limit the scope! Even if it's not perfect or exactly like how you imagined it, the experience and growth you get from releasing a game is the most important thing.

Question from last month's featured dev @midnighttrain-project: What do you value most in a game? (story, gameplay, art,...) Is that an important aspect of your game? *Mario: I think the interplay of the elements of a game is more important than what the individual parts are like on their own. Like, a simple animation can be transformed by adding a really good sound effect to it, so it's hard to separate elements or say that I value one more than the other. Karolina: I value the story most in games. Even when the art or gameplay is great, if there are glaring plot holes I always spend too much time focusing on them and get pulled out of the experience. That's why we spent so much time making a super well thought-out world and characters for MJ2! Simon: I really enjoy gameplay over most parts of any game, especially if the gameplay is well designed and interesting.

We mods would like to thank Froach Club for agreeing to our interview! We believe that featuring the developer and their creative process is just as important as featuring the final product. Hopefully this Q&A segment has been an entertaining and insightful experience for everyone involved!

Remember to check out Melon Journey 2 if you haven’t already! See you next month! 

- Mods Gold & Platinum

[sagehaleyofficial]

HERE’S WHAT YOU MISSED THIS WEEK (4.8-4.14.20):

NEW MUSIC:

Bring Me the Horizon posted a new teaser featuring Oli Sykes and Jordan Fish bellowing unclean vocals combined with darker lyrics. In mid-March, the band announced they were working on new material, tentatively titled BMTH8.

YUNGBLUD gifted fans a new vertical video for his song “Original Me” after dropping the song last fall. The new video featuring Imagine Dragons vocalist Dan Reynolds is available to watch on YouTube.

Senses Fail recently announced they will be releasing an album of covers, recorded during the coronavirus quarantine. The band hit the studio in late February to start working on their new album, which at the time was titled Hell is in Your Head.

Machine Gun Kelly released another cover during his time in isolation due to the coronavirus pandemic, taking on a track from fellow rapper Jack Harlow. He posted a clip of him singing to “WHATS POPPIN” while on a video chat with Harlow.

After announcing the release on Twitter three days prior, Twenty One Pilots delivered a new song “Level of Concern.” “Always writing, but this one feels like it should just come out now,” frontman Tyler Joseph tweeted out.

PVRIS have unfortunately had to postpone their upcoming album Use Me due to circumstances beyond their control. The album was originally set to release on May 1st, but is now delayed until July 10th.

MxPx streamed a deluxe version of their 2018 self-titled album, which includes the full original 11-song album, four bonus tracks and five acoustic versions. In addition to this edition, vocalist Mike Herrera is participating in livestream performances. 

Man Overboard released their first new music in over five years, a new track titled “Lifeline.” The band was previously on hiatus since the release of their last record, only reuniting for special anniversary and holiday shows.

Neck Deep released the second single off their upcoming studio album, All Distortions Are Intentional, titled “When You Know.” The music video features fans from around the world, holding up pieces of paper with lyrics from the song.

A snippet of an alternative version of Blink-182’s “I Really Wish I Hated You” featuring Miley Cyrus was released online. Frontman Mark Hoppus confirmed its legitimacy on a recent Twitch stream.

FEVER 333’s Jason Butler gave fans an intimate look into his career via his 333 WRECKORDS CREW label. The label is offering demos of his former act Letlive.’s acclaimed album Fake History on a pay-what-you-want basis.

TOUR ANNOUNCEMENTS:

Pierce the Veil reunited online to perform an intimate acoustic version of their song “Hold on Till May” from the safety of their own homes. The video begins with frontman Vic Fuentes asking the other members how their quarantine is going.

OTHER NEWS:

A man in Wisconsin is reportedly suing ticket resale company StubHub for $5 million in a class-action lawsuit. The lawsuit comes after he purchased tickets to an NHL game before the coronavirus pandemic postponed the season.

Vans launched the “Foot the Bill” initiative, in which all net proceeds will go to small businesses around the country. Additionally, Tony Hawk will act as an official global brand ambassador, as well as making a pro Vert skateboarding competition.

Post Malone‘s song “Circles” is the subject of a songwriter claiming he is entitled to credit on its release. According to TMZ, Tyler Armes co-wrote and co-produced the track, and is now filing a lawsuit for his share of royalties.

In celebration of the company’s four-year anniversary, Good Dye Young is having a sitewide sale for the month of April. The line was founded by Paramore frontwoman Hayley Williams and her business partner Brian J. O’Connor in 2016.

Fans of 5 Seconds of Summer have been fighting Billboard to get the band’s latest album C A L M to the number 1 spot on their chart rankings after a shipping error lowered the numbers. Drummer Ashton Irwin later spoke out about the issue.

The copyright infringement lawsuit between Yellowcard and Juice WRLD’s estate has been put on hold until July. According to Digital Music News, the reason is due the coronavirus pandemic preventing search for an executor.

Thursday’s face masks for fans sold out in just nine seconds, giving them the ability to now create hundreds more to donate. The band worked with New Jersey organizations NJ Maskmakers and FaceMaskWarriors to make them.

Halsey is donating 100,000 FDA certified three-ply face masks to various California hospitals. She is doing this through GiveDirectly, a nonprofit organization focusing on directing cash payments to vulnerable households in at-risk communities.

My Chemical Romance frontman Gerard Way is partnering with a number of artists on the Quarantine Coloring Book. The idea spawned from Sara Taylor of Youth Code, who joined the band on vocals at their reunion show.

British shoe company Dr. Martens is rolling out a line dedicated to punk band the Sex Pistols. Two new designs were released paying tribute to the band’s groundbreaking history in the 1970s.

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Check in next Tuesday for more “Posi Talk with Sage Haley,” only at @sagehaleyofficial!

[sick-raven]

Aftermath - Jill/Female OC

Inspired by RE3 Demo and Jill’s note.

After Spencer mansion incident, Jill has trouble sleeping and she has nightmares about being infected. She just wants to rest for one night and get away from the all Umbrella problems.

Situated between the incident and Raccon city outbreak.

Warnings: It’s porn, as always.

You can also read on AO3

Aftermath

The streets of Raccoon city smelled of decay, smoke and gasoline. Jill Valentine ran through, dodging zombies and other monsters, looking for her way out of this hellhole. She was on another fetch quest to progress in breaking out of this concrete prison. Escape routes were blocked by barricades or monsters, changing once living city into undead one.

Streets she walked every day became unrecognizable. Places she shopped at now looked eerie with blinking lights, mannequins in the windows, glass broken as monsters broke in to eat whoever was hiding among the shelves. What she once knew has become just a ghost.

So did people.

God so did people.

Brad dying in front of her brought back memories of Spencer mansion. She could take those. But others – civilians, friends, people she met once – those hurt her more. Officers went into their jobs knowing the dangers, but these people? She hated Umbrella for what they’ve done. She needs to survive only to make them pay.

But seeing them rotting, decaying…

She entered some building. Just few days ago it was bakery, today it was smelling mess of blood and moaning. Normally she wouldn’t risk getting into tight spaces with zombies waiting behind doors and in dark corners, but she could cut most of the way going through. Plus, she still had that giant stalking her, it’s better to get out of plain sight.

The smell in the backroom was terrible. Just few months ago she would joked: “Something died here or what?” She knew better since the mansion incident. She knew better since the virus spread through the city. Her heart was racing, but her movements were precise and calm. She was glad – she didn’t want to get used to this. She felt like she would lose part of her humanity if she did. She can be professional and still hate this and be sick to the bones.

Shuffling. Jill turned her light to see in the darkness. Back there, behind table with moulding bread, dead lady was walking. Jill aimed. She learned to not hesitate – there was no help for these people. Only thing she could do was either avoid them or shoot them. If she had the means, she would kill this whole city just so the people stopped suffering, their bodies stopped doing this!

But this time, she hesitated.

It hurt her when she saw friends walking dead.

“I’m sorry, Rachel.”

***

Being in Raccoon city after the incident was hell. Not only did nobody listen to the surviving S.T.A.R.S. members, they did everything to shut them up. And to all what was happening, Jill still had trouble sleeping, waking up several times every night drained in sweat, heart beating and the fear that this is it. She is turning. She will look in the mirror and see her face, decaying. Her skin always itched like crazy and she regretted the minute she read the diary of one of the mansion workers. The itching was just her brain playing tricks on her.

Unless it wasn’t. And she will scratch her meat off and go wandering to the city in search for snack.

She needed break. Leaving her apartment now when they suspended her felt like playing with fire. They never approached her, but she saw them – people watching her closely, checking whether she is causing trouble for Umbrella again. She and Brad investigated what they could, but since the start of the August she was never alone for a minute. If her flat was wired, she would just shrug and say: “Oh, I thought so. They are following me all the time and they think they are being subtle.”

No investigation today. No care for people on her back. She was on the case daily, worked hard to the point of regretting being so thorough. No, she needed to ease up, get few drinks, meet new people. Free evening. She just wanted to forget everything for at least few moments. And if the jerks Umbrella set on her want to stop her, she will get mean.

She got to the bar without interruption, however, she saw two men watching her suspiciously. Normally she would think they were checking her out, but at this moment, the world had zero perverts just many stalkers. She sat at the bar and ordered beer. Getting out of her apartment felt good, even though her brain kept going back in loops to the incident.

She didn’t know how long she was sitting there contemplating, but it took her one and half beer when a woman sat next to her. “You know, hon, if you plan to drink for sadness you need something better than beer.”

“It’s that visible?” she asked.

“If your face was any longer, it would touch the floor.”

Jill laughed shortly. The woman dressed in short dress was nice, with long hair slightly darker than her face. She had a cute smile. “And to think I came here to have fun. I’m doing terrible job.”

“The pool table is empty right now.”

“Is that invitation?”

“Sure thing. I’m Rachel.”

“Jill.”

When was the last time she just went out to play pool? She realized it was too long. Since July she was on her feet dealing with Umbrella’s shit, she didn’t even consider just having fun. So now, playing with Rachel, finally made her stop thinking about all of that and she just relaxed.

“See, that’s better, now you are smiling,” Rachel noted after few rounds.

“Yeah, I had few rough weeks,” Jill smiled.

“Drinking your problems away here?”

“Never,” Jill scoffed. “That’s what men do when they can’t deal with their shit.”

“And what do we do?” asked Rachel curiously, while focusing on her next strike.

“We deal with the problems; we think them through and then we need to just turn off for one night. Like a weekend, except it’s one day in very long time. Drink, fuck, wake up with regrets.”

“Amen to that. Aaaand that’s three for me. You suck at this game.”

“I’m rusty.” That was a lie. She was the worst pool player from S.T.A.R.S. Even Rebecca kicked her ass. When they went out to play, she played one round to make everyone happy and then just drank at the bar or danced. Jukeboxes all over the Raccoon city knew her name.

“Well, Rusty, you are buying the drinks. Again.”

“Are you going to bars kicking peoples’ asses just to get free drinks?”

“All the time.”

Rachel drank gin so Jill joined her. It wasn’t her favourite, but currently, she didn’t care. She forgot all about her trouble for a minute, was already a bit tipsy. When the bartender gave them the glasses he winked at Rachel. “You behave, young lady.”

“You come here often?” asked Jill.

“My parents used to bring me here for lunches when I was a kid. We have a bakery just two streets away. This old geezer works here whole life and loves to make fun of me,” Rachel explained looking into the glass. “And his gin still sucks!” she added louder, and bartender answered with laughter while attending to other customers. “What about you?” Rachel asked.

“I don’t. I am a bar traveller; I just enter whatever building strikes my interests while on a walk. But I think I came here before.” Jill looked around. Most of the bars looked the same in the long run. Tables, menus, pin-up girls on the walls. “Maybe, I really don’t know.”

“Sad and mysterious,” Rachel joked.

“No, I am not. I just don’t have favourite bar,” Jill smiled. “I just go where my co-workers go, and when alone, I avoid those places like plague. I don’t need them to know what I am doing when drunk.”

“Oooh? What do you do?” Rachel leaned bit closer.

“You really want to know?” teased Jill.

“I am all ears.”

Jill leaned to her. “I cry a lot,” she whispered.

Rachel burst out laughing and Jill joined her. It felt good to just joke around, no care in the world. When the laugh stopped, she opened her eyes. Rachel was still there, leaning so close, and closer, Jill’s heart almost stopped.

“No, wait,” she drew back away just a second before a kiss. Rachel straightened up now looking surprised and maybe a bit hurt.

“Ah, sorry, I thought… I don’t know what I thought.”

“No, no, it’s, uh…”

“I get it, there is someone waiting for you at home, that’s fine.”

“No, no,” Jill breathed in and waved her hand. “It’s just that… I think I am sick.”

Rachel raised her eyebrows. “So, you have germs down there or what?” she asked silently.

“No,” Jill smirked partially amused. Germs from what? The last guy she fucked tried to kill her by sending goddamn monster on her. Oh, she hoped Wesker is roasting in hell. “No, I think… I think I have a cold; I don’t want to spread it, you know.”

Rachel drank her gin looking suspiciously at her. “You don’t look ill. Maybe except those bags under your eyes.”

“I don’t sleep well.”

“I can tell when someone has a cold, you are lying,” Rachel smirked and asked for another glass. “I am a doctor you know.”

“I thought you worked in bakery.”

“I am a bread doctor.”

Jill laughed again, running hand through her hair desperate. “I think I am sick; I don’t know. It’s uncommon cold.” She couldn’t say anything. Rachel would call her crazy and then, as she would leave this bar, Umbrella employees would catch her and take her away because she knows too much.

“So what? Your head hurts?”

“Yeah. May be the lack of sleep though.”

“Do you cough or have fever?”

“No.”

“Runny nose? Sore throat?”

“Neither.”

“So how can you tell you are sick?”

Jill shrugged. She couldn’t. She just had that feeling, the fear that soon, very soon, she will wake up destroyed. She will shuffle around, meat barely holding on her bones, muscles so shortened she won’t be able to walk stairs without falling. And for the worst of it, she will be aware – aware of everything, her behaviour, her helplessness, taste of the blood in her mouth as she kills.

“When did you catch this uncommon cold?”

“Like a month ago.”

“A month!” Rachel said louder than necessary. “You are a hypochondriac.”

“I just…” Just what, Jill? “I am cautious.”

Rachel had to notice the tone of her voice, or maybe her face again showed how horrible she feels about everything that happened. Her friends died. The survivors left. She was alone in this, sure, she had Brad, but let’s face it. He was worried too much, afraid of everything. In Raccoon city she was the one with target on her back, she was the one fighting, and the constant fear on her shoulders didn’t help anything. How many times has she woken up in the middle of the night from the dream where she ate Kenneth alive? Where she tore the meat from Forest’s bones? How many times was the blood actually Chris’?

“Hey, you know what helps against germs?” Rachel asked.

“No?”

“Vodka. Hey, Timothy, can you give us two?” she finished the new glass of gin in one swing and then slid vodka in front of Jill. “This shit kills everything. Trust me.”

“Trust you as a bread doctor?”

“Trust me as a germ killer, once you drink this, you are healthy. Not even those herbs people chew here are so potent.”

Jill smiled a little. “Sorry if I made this weird. It’s all getting to me.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Yeah. But I can’t. Let’s just say I had rough month at work and with friends and all. It’s all horribly shitty, I hate my life and if I continue, I will actually cry, and we don’t want that.”

“I’ll drink to that. I hate seeing beautiful ladies cry.”

Jill emptied the glass and gasped. “God, I hate this, that’s strong. How many of these do I have to drink to take back control of my life?”

“For germs? One. For control? At least three,” Rachel grinned.

The simple joked made her realize a lot. Yeah, she felt her life spun out of control. She could deal with stress, tons of cases, paperwork… but this time around, things got destroyed, world turned against her and she felt she is losing the firm ground under her feet. She was not in control. And that stressed her more than anything.

“Three would kill me,” Jill shook her head. “I know better ways to take back control.”

Rachel rested her head on her hand looking curious. “Care to tell me?”

Jill knew she shouldn’t do this. She is supposed to be the responsible one. The cautions one. But maybe she really is just stressed. There was no evidence of her being infected, just the horrible dreams and fear. She was fine! That’s why she is here, right? To fight that fear for one day and then regret. She is not sick! She will think different tomorrow, but right now, she is good old Jill Valentine, ass-kicker, officer and good-looking at that!

She leaned right next to Rachel’s ear. She didn’t even have time to become nervous, she was too drunk and too self-loathing for that. “You will now go to a toilet; you will take down your panties and you will come back here, and we will just continue our talk.”

Rachel was taken aback by this request. She didn’t say anything, just tapped the glass slightly. “Excuse me,” she mumbled and got up. Now there were only two choices and Jill watched her. Either she will go out of the bar and they will never see each other again and Jill will become weird story for Rachel’s friends, or…

Rachel went to the bathrooms.

Jill smiled shortly and ordered new drinks. She also moved her stool closer to Rachel’s. Now she just waited, smiling to herself, because this felt good. This is what she was looking for when she left her apartment today.

Rachel came back after a while. She sat at the stool, uncomfortably tucking her short dress. She shuffled a bit and looked around in fear someone watches her. Jill loved to watch her suffer like this. It was adorable.

“This is…” Rachel said and grabbed her glass. “Weird.”

“This is hot,” Jill said still looking at Rachel. The dress hid everything just fine, but the knowledge, the little secret between them, made it that much more fun.

Rachel gave her sheepish look. “You do this to all people you’ve just met?”

“To be honest, it’s very hard to pull this on guys,” Jill grinned. Then she lay hand on Rachel’s tight. The skin was soft and warm. “You often go around just kissing strangers?”

Rachel shuffled again but leaned closer. Jill felt the hem of the dress and fought the urge to slide her fingers under. “They call me the best kisser around here.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You lost your chance,” Rachel grinned teasingly.

“Is that so?” Jill moved her hand to caress the inner thigh. Rachel shivered a bit and looked at the bar quickly. Nobody was watching them. Timothy was dealing with drunk guy talking about his divorce. Everyone else cared about their own conversations. Jill used this hesitation and moved her hand deeper under the skirt.

Rachel caught her wrist with both hands, looking around nervously. “Stop,” she whispered. Her voice sounded serious. Jill backed off, back to her drink, still amused by all this. Rachel next to her tucked her dress again and straightened her back.

Jill felt Rachel’s hand as she took her chin and pulled her in. Then they kissed. Jill felt the little fear inside her, but it was too late anyways. She shunned it and enjoyed the moment. Rachel was hungry, she tasted of alcohol. She didn’t hesitate to use her tongue and Jill appreciated the force. She ran her fingers through Rachel’s hair, so soft and nice smelling.

Rachel pulled away, but stayed close, Jill felt her breathe on her face. “You know, I have keys to the bakery, it’s just five-minute-walk.”

“I don’t know I can wait five minutes,” Jill grinned.

“Hey, I want to come back to this bar,” Rachel stood up, carefully, so her dress doesn’t roll up. Jill loved every careful movement she made. “You coming?”

Jill paid Timothy extra and walked after Rachel. She was standing out, enjoying August warm weather. Once Jill got out, Rachel welcomed her with another kiss, this time deeper and more passionate than before.

“You will make that walk much harder,” Jill said.

“We better hurry then.” Rachel took her hand and lead the way. Just by corner of her eye, Jill saw a shadow watching her. Well, have a good show, assholes, she thought.

They got to the bakery in less than five minutes. Rachel opened the glass door and locked firmly behind them. She didn’t even turn on the light, in the dark she walked to another door behind the counter. “This way.” Backroom was the real bakery, with ovens and big tables and fridges. Rachel turned the light here and looked at Jill. “Welcome to my humble kingdom.”

“Is this hygienic?”

“I will clean here tomorrow, don’t worry,” Rachel grinned happily. “So…”

Jill was faster, this time she grabbed Rachel by the chin. “So now, let me see.” She ran her fingers on Rachel’s thigh while keeping eye contact. Up, under the dress, to the sweet spot. Rachel gasped, but this time, she didn’t protest. Jill teased her a bit, caressing her legs and her crotch. “I see, you didn’t want to ruin the stool in the bar, did you?” Jill commented feeling the wetness.

“M-maybe.” Rachel bit her lip, she tried to avoid the eye contact being a bit embarrassed and Jill enjoyed that small hesitation. The purity was always fun to watch. And even more fun to break.

“No, Rachel, look at me,” she said while sliding her finger on Rachel’s clit. “Come on. That’s a good girl.”

Rachel had beautiful brown-green eyes and her gaze said everything. How she loved to be touched, little flickers of eyelashes showed when Jill hit the sweet spot. She moaned only a little, but her expression revealed everything. Her skin was hot and wet. Jill stopped and took a step away from Rachel. Her hand was wet, and she licked the sweet juice, making Rachel more flustered.

“Mmm, you taste great,” she concluded. “I bet you look even better.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Rachel asked and she sounded innocent, but her face showed anticipation.

“You are very pretty,” Jill answered. She found a chair and she sit on it comfortably, watching Rachel.

“How pretty?” Rachel asked running fingers on her cleavage.

“You have beautiful eyes and soft lips. I could kiss you whole night and never have enough. Your skin is flawless and so nice to touch. But…”

Rachel stopped. “But?” she repeated.

“I still can’t praise the body I can’t see.”

“Clever,” Rachel concluded and walked to Jill. “But you have to help me, nice stranger.” She turned around. Jill unzipped her dress slowly as if opening a present. She ran finger on Rachel’s spine, and she shivered.

As the dress was on the floor Jill enjoyed Rachel slowly turning at her. She was beautiful. Small breast, nice hips and wet thighs. “Wow,” Jill commented. “You didn’t tell me you are a queen.”

Rachel chuckled. Jill reached for her and pulled her closer. She kissed the naked skin on her stomach, traced every inch with her tongue. Rachel gasped and this close Jill could hear her heart beat faster. She ran fingers on her back, touching her butt. Then she moved to the front and squeezed Rachel’s breasts.

There is something fascinating about women’s bodies. Jill loved to play with them. With men, the only thing she wanted was to get fucked fast and hard and she enjoyed that too. But with women, it was different. She wanted to touch them, play with them, tease them until they go crazy and beg her for releasing them of their tension.

She rubbed Rachel’s nipples and Rachel sighed silently. Looking up at her, Jill saw her eyes looking down, still biting her lip. Yes, just keep watching. See what I can do.

Jill pulled Rachel down to sit on her lap. Like this he had those beautiful pointy breast right in her face. She traced her tongue between them to Rachel’s collar bone. Then she teasingly licked around her nipple. When shivering of Rachel’s body got stronger, Jill finally took the nipple into her mouth and sucked. Rachel covered her mouth as she moaned. Jill sucked and licked the breast and played with the other, squeezing and rubbing. Rachel moaned some more. “Jill,” she pleaded.

Jill looked at her with smile. “Yes, Rachel?”

Rachel had begging expression on her face, hand still over her mouth. She just whimpered like a puppy.

“What do you want me to do? Tell me,” Jill said running her fingers around the hardened nipple.

“Come on,” Rachel shuffled the wetness on her thighs flowing stronger.

“I don’t understand,” Jill kept smiling and pinched Rachel’s nipple.

“Ah- finish me.”

“I see. What’s the magical word?”

“Y-you…”

“Hm?”

“Please,” Rachel said her voice shivering with embarrassment and need.

“Why didn’t you say so?” Jill said innocently and slid her fingers to the wet pussy without any hesitation. Rachel moaned loudly, biting her fingers. Jill ran her fingers on the inner walls, feeling the warmth, slipping deep, while teasing her clit with her other hand. Rachel was shaking, she bended down for a kiss. Jill obliged, but she felt how hard it is for Rachel to stay still. The need for moans stopped the kiss.

Rachel hugged Jill tight, kissed her neck and rubbed herself on her hand. Jill fastened the tempo as Rachel hungrily moved her hips. With every stroke her hold became firmer, as she was reaching the climax.

“Y-yes, more, please,” Rachel begged moving faster and faster. Jill moved her fingers just slightly adjusting the spot and Rachel screamed and shivered all over her body, clenching her fingers to Jill’s shoulder, biting her neck to silence pleased screams.

Jill froze, teeth clenched. She fought every inch of her body not to shake the woman off. Rachel’s wetness spilled all over her hand, but the bite, ever so small and gentle, awakened the memories, the fear, everything. Jill swallowed, carefully removed her hand and ran her fingers on that perfect skin. Rachel, breathing heavily, let go and slowly straightened up.

“That was amazing,” she gasped and caressed Jill’s face. Then she frowned. “Are you okay?”

Jill forced a smile. “Yeah, of course. I was taken aback about how wild you are.”

Rachel smirked; she obviously didn’t believe a word. But what could Jill say? “It’s fine, I was just worried you will eat me.” Try again, Valentine.

“It’s the same expression you had in the evening. I know how to get that off,” Rachel smiled.

“More alcohol?”

“This is bakery, not liquor store.” Rachel grabbed Jill’s boobs. “See, better.”

Jill sighed, comforting herself again, but it felt hard. Rachel kissed her shortly again, moved to her neck and cleavage, giving her kissed everywhere. Jill started to relax, but then stopped Rachel by touching her face.

“Just no teeth, okay?” she said.

“As you wish, princess.” Rachel focused on her cleavage. She slowly took down her shirt and bra. Jill enjoyed the touches and teasing, she let the soft kisses bring her excitement back slowly.

“That’s better, you know how stiff you were?” Rachel said massaging the boobs. Jill smiled and nodded, she had nothing more to say, she just wished to get away, be washed by pleasure.

Rachel stood up and Jill took the time to get out of her jeans and panties. Rachel got on her knees and slowly, carefully and nicely she licked Jill’s thighs. She caressed her body and skin with soft touches. Jill watched Rachel tasting her skin and wetness off her legs and she smiled. This is what she wanted. Just relax and enjoy pretty lady.

Rachel moved to her crotch and sucked her clit, looking up to see Jill’s reaction. Jill closed her eyes to enjoy most of the sensation. The tongue on her sensitive places, licking, moving up and down teasing every nerve on her body. She sighed pleased, played with her own breasts as Rachel slid inside her vagina and rubbed the walls with her fingers, while still sucking. Rachel was pleasing her slowly, with long strikes and care she hasn’t felt for a long time.

Jill relaxed completely and let the waves of pleasure ran through her, purring, enjoying what was going on. Rachel took that as a sign, she licked the clit harder, started moving faster and sucked like a goddess. Jill moaned ever so slightly as the waves got faster and stronger.

“You are so beautiful and so good,” Jill whispered. “I could look at you whole day.”

Rachel flustered and that was the last drop. Jill moaned loudly as the pleasure caught with her. She felt her crotch get wetter, making Rachel’s face even more beautiful with all her juices. Jill grabbed her breast harder as the tremble went through her body. And then she sighed, released.

Rachel caught her breath and tried to clean her face with just as wet hand. She grinned. “So, what do you say, am I good?” she winked.

Jill laughed. “You are great.”

Rachel stood up, no shame in her naked body, and she leaned in for the last deep kiss. When she straightened up, she looked Jill in the eyes. “Hey, Jill. You will be okay.”

“Thank you, Rachel.”

***

Jill Valentine wasn’t okay.

But Rachel was dead.

What in all hells brought her this way, Jill could only guess. She was too tired to look where she is going. She never forgot their meeting, but it was long in the past by this point. Almost a month and the stress grew only worse.

But she remembered the good lady. She said Jill will be okay.

Jill pulled the trigger. With loud bang body of Rachel fell on the ground, not moving anymore. She released the poor woman from the prison of her own body. Jill felt her hand tremble.

It’s good she will never get used to this.

But once she survives, Umbrella is going down.

And she will be fucking okay.

[cartoonjazzlover]

Every SpongeBob Ever Nicktoons Marathon Ratings

All numbers in thousands (including adult demo 18-49)

July 7 (6PM-1AM):

Help Wanted/Reef Blowers/Tea at the Treedome: 0.130 (0.03)

Bubblestand/Ripped Pants: 0.181 (0.06)

Jellyfishing/Plankton: 0.198 (0.05)

Naughty Nautical Neighbors/Boating School:  0.179 (0.04)

Pizza Delivery/Home Sweet Pineapple: 0.204 (0.05)

Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy/Pickles: 0.227 (0.04)

Hall Monitor/Jellyfish Jam: 0.238 (0.04)

Sandy’s rocket/Squeaky Boots: 0.237 (0.05)

Nature Pants/Opposite Day: 0.356 (0.08)

Culture Shock/FUN: 0.411 (0.10)

Musclebob BuffPants/Squidward the Unfriendly Ghost: 0.439 (0.11)

The Chaperone/Employee of the Month: 0.463 (0.12)

Scaredy Pants/I Was a Teenage Gary: 0.484 (0.12)

SB-129/Karate Choppers: 0.428 (0.10)

July 8 (from 10:30PM-2PM):

The Sponge Who Could Fly: 0.527 (0.14)

SpongeBob Meets the Strangler/Pranks a Lot: 0.519 (0.15)

Fear of a Krabby Patty/Shell of a Man: 0.541 (0.16)

The Lost Mattress/Krabs vs Plankton: 0.468 (0.14)

Have You Seen This Snail?: 0.483 (0.14)

Good Neighbors/Skill Crane: 0.497 (0.14)

Selling Out/Funny Pants: 0.426 (0.13)

July 10 (8AM-1AM)

The Pink Purloiner/SquidWood: 0.328 (0.09)

Best Day Ever/The Gift of Gum: 0.316 (0.07)

Friend or Foe?: 0.332 (0.07)

The Original Frycook/Night Light: 0.375 (0.08)

Rise and Shine/Waiting/Fungus Among Us: 0.439 (0.10)

Spy Buddies/Boat Smarts/Good Ol Whathisname?: 0.471 (0.10)

New Digs/Krabs a la Mode: 0.433 (0.09)

Roller Cowards/Bucket Sweet Bucket: 0.547 (0.12)

To Love a Patty/Breath of Fresh Squidward: 0.571 (0.13)

Money Talks/SpongeBob vs the Patty Gadget/Slimy Dancing: 0.587 (0.13)

The Krusty Sponge/Sing a Song of Patrick: 0.579 (0.13)

A Flea in Her Dome/The Donut of Shame/The Krusty Plate: 0.451 (0.11)

Goo Goo Gas/Le Big Switch: 0.452 (0.10)

Atlantis SquarePantis: 0.408 )0.09)

Picture Pay/Pat No Pay/BoJack: 0.377 (0.08)

Blackened Sponge/Mermaid Man vs SpongeBob: 0.361 (0.08)

The Inmates of Summer/To Save a Squirrel: 0.358 (0.08)

Pest of the West: 0.381 (0.09)

20,000 Patties Under the Seas/The Battle of Bikini Bottom: 0.409 (0.10)

Whatever Happened to SpongeBob?: 0.335 (0.07)

The Two Faces of Squidward/SpongeHenge: 0.330 (0.06)

Banned in Bikini Bottom/Stanley S SquarePants: 0.303 (0.06)

House Fancy/Krabby Road: 0.363 (0.07)

Penny Foolish/Nautical Novice: 0.355 (0.08)

Spongicus/Suction Cup Symphony: 0.394 (0.09)

Not Normal/Gone: 0.497 (0.10)

The Splinter/Slide Whistle Stooges: 0.452 (0.10)

A Life in a Day/Sun Bleached: 0.507 (0.13)

Giant Squidward/No Nose Knows: 0.520 (0.14)

Patty Caper/Giant Squidward: 0.574 (0.15)

Boating Buddies/Krabby Kronicle: 0.568 (0.14)

The Slumber Party/Grooming Gary: 0.466 (0.13)

SpongeBob vs the Big One: 0.532 (0.14)

July 11 (6AM-6AM)

Truth or Square: 0.323 (0.07)

Pineapple Fever/Chum Caverns: 0.335 (0.06)

The Clash of Triton: 0.332 (0.07)

Tentacle-Vision/I Heart Dancing: 0.349 (0.08)

Growth Spout/Stuck in the Wringer: 0.341 (0.08)

Someone’s in the Kitchen with Sandy/The Inside Job: 0.372 (0.09)

Greasy Buffoons/Model Sponge: 0.391 (0.09)

Keep Bikini Bottom Beautiful/A Pal for Gary: 0.415 (0.10)

Yours Mine and Mine/Kracked Krabs: 0.397 (0.10)

The Curse of Bikini Bottom/Squidward in Clairnetland: 0.407 (0.09)

SpongeBob’s Last Stand: 0.357 (0.08)

Back to the Past/The Bad Guy Club Villain: 0.423 (0.08)

A Day without Tears/Summer Job: 0.446 (0.08)

One Coarse Meal./Gary In Love: 0.409 (0.07)

The Play’s the Thing/Rodeo Daze: 0.404 (0.07)

Gramma’s Secret Recipe/The Cent of Money: 0.380 (0.07)

Monster Who Came to Bikini Bottom/Welcome to Bikini Bottom Triangle: 0.435 (0.08)

The Curse of Hex/The Main Drain: 0.446 (0.08)

Trenchbillies/Sponge-Cano: 0.434 (0.08)

The Great Patty Caper: 0.363 (0.07)

That Sinking Feeling/Karate Star: 0.386 (0.08)

Buried in Time/Enchanted Tiki Dreams: 0.356 (0.08)

The Abrasive Side/Earworm: 0.352 (0.07)

Shellback Shenanigans/Hide and Then What Happens?: 0.346 (0.08)

The Masterpiece/Whelk Attack:0.321 (0.07)

You Don’t Know Sponge/Tunnel of Glove: 0.321 (0.08)

Krusty Dogs/The Wreck of the Mauna Loa: 0.447 (0.11)

New Fish in Town/Love That Squid: 0.428 (0.09)

Big Sister Sam/Perfect Chemistry: 0.432 (0.10)

Accidents Will Happen/The Other Patty: 0.435 (0.10)

Drive Thru/The Hot Shot: 0.473 (0.13)

A Friendly Game/Sentimental Sponge: 0.421 (0.10)

Frozen  Face Off: 0.506 (0.13)

Squidward’s School for Grown Up/Oral Report: 0.442 (0.12)

Sweet and Sour Squidward/the Googly Artiste: 0.442 (0.12)

SquarePants Family Vacation: 0.447 (0.12)

Patrick’s Staycation/Walking the Plankton: 0.452 (0.12)

Mooncation/Mr. Krabs Takes a Vacation: 0.389 (0.10)

ghoul Fools: 0.399 (0.10)

Mermaid Man begins/Plankton”s Good Eye: 0.366 (0.08)

Barnacle Face/Pet Sitter Pat: 0.338 (0.08)

House Sittin for Sandy/Smoothe Jazz at Bikini Bottom: 0.332 (0.08)

Bubble Trouble/The Way of the Sponge: 0.335 (0.08)

The Krabby Patty that Ate Bikini Bottom/Bubble Buddy Returns: 0.319 (0.07)

Restraining SpongeBob/Fiasco: 0.310 (0.07)

Are You Happy Now?/Planet of the Jellyfish: 0.281 (0.07)

Free Samples/Home Sweet Rubble: 0.288 (0.07)

Karen 2.0/Inspongeiac: 0.295 (0.08)

[luvneedsnosyt]

My Favorite Albums of July 2019

My Previous monthly lists from 2019: January, February, March, April, May, June

You can find my list from June of my favorite albums halfway through 2019 here

Best:

BANKS - III Genre: alt-R&B / Pop

Proof: Look What You’re Doing to Me (Feat. Francis & The Lights) / Propaganda

Beyoncé - The Lion King: The Gift [Music Inspired by the Motion Picture] Genre: R&B / Hip Hop

Proof: FIND YOUR WAY BACK (Beyoncé) / WATER (Salatiel, Pharrell Williams & Beyoncé)

Big K.R.I.T. - K.R.I.T. IZ HERE Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: K.R.I.T. HERE / Learned From Texas

BJ The Chicago Kid - 1123 Genre: R&B / Soul

Proof: Rather Be With You / Reach (Feat. Afrojack)

Bleached - Don’t You Think You’ve Had Enough? Genre: Indie Rock / Alternative

Proof: Hard to Kill / Kiss You Goodbye

Blood Orange - Angel’s Pulse [Mixtape] Genre: alt-R&B / Soul

Proof: Dark & Handsome (Feat. Toro y Moi) / Happiness

Chance The Rapper - The Big Day Genre: Hip Hop / R&B

Proof: All Day (Feat. John Legend) / Zanies and Fools (Feat. Darius Scott & Nicki Minaj)

Cheat Codes - Level 2 EP / Level 2 (Remixed) EP Genre: Electronic / Dance

Proof: Who’s Got Your Love (Feat. Daniel Blume) / I Feel Ya (Feat. Danny Quest & Ina Wroldsen) // Who’s Got Your Love (Mike WIlliams Remix)) Feat. Daniel Blume / All of My Life (Tigerlily Remix) Feat. Trixxie

chloe mk - Fantasy EP Genre: Pop

Proof: To Be Young / I Can’t Stop

DJ Snake - Carte Blanche Genre: Electronic / Dance

Proof: When The Lights Go Down / Recognize (Feat. Majid Jordan)

DOPE LEMON - Smooth Big Cat Genre: Indie Rock / Folk

Bonus: Lonely Boys Paradise / Mechanical Bull

Dounia - THE SCANDAL Genre: alt-R&B / Hip Hop

Proof: SAW IT FIRST / DELIGHTFUL

Dreamville - Revenge of the Dreamers III Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: Down Bad (Feat. J.I.D., Bas, J. Cole, EARTHGANG & Young Nudy) / Costa Rica (Feat. Bas, J.I.D., Guapdad 4000, Reese LAFLARE, Jace, Mez, Smokepurpp, Buddy & Ski Mask the Slump God)

Flume & Reo Cragun - Quits EP Genre: Hip Hop / Electronic

Proof: Quits / Levitate

Freya Ridings - Freya Ridings Genre: Pop / Soul

Proof: Castles / Holy Water // Bonus: Castles (Sam Feldt Remix)

IDER - Emotional Education Genre: Indie Pop / Alternative

Proof: Wu Baby / Invincible

Isaac Dunbar - balloons don’t float here Genre: Pop

Proof: blonde / diamonds are a girl’s best friend

Lykke Li - still sad still sexy EP Genre: Pop / R&B

Proof: two nights part ii (Feat. Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign) / neon

Murs & 9th Wonder - Brighter Daze Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: How To Rob With Rob / Walk Like a God (Feat. Rapsody & Propoganda)

NF - The Search Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: The Search / Time

Of Monsters and Men - FEVER DREAM Genre: Indie Rock / Alternative

Proof: Róróró / Soothsayer

Petit Biscuit - We Were Young (The Playlist) Genre: Electronic / Future Bass

Proof: We Were Young (Feat. JP Cooper) / Suffer (Feat. Skott)

Phantoms - Disconnect EP Genre: Electronic / Dance

Proof: Say It (Feat. Anna Clendening) / Won’t Be Here Forever

REZZ - Behind The Senses EP Genre: Electronic / Dance

Proof: Falling (Feat. Underoath) / Lonely (Feat. Riggs)

Skrillex - Show Tracks EP Genre: Electronic / Dubstep / Dance

Proof: Fuji Opener (Feat. Alvin Risk) / Mumbai Power (Feat. BEAM)

Tash - VOLUME 1 EP Genre: R&B

Proof: Bite Back / On The Fence

Tuxedo - Tuxedo III Genre: Funk / Soul / Dance

Proof: Extra Texture (Feat. Dâm-Funk) / Close (Feat. Gavin Turek)

Tycho - Weather Genre: Electronic / Synth Pop

Proof: Japan (Feat. Saint Sinner), Into The Woods

YBN Cordae - Have Mercy Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: Have Mercy /  RNP (Feat. Anderson .Paak)

Yuna - Rouge Genre: R&B

Proof: Pink Youth (Feat. Little Simz) / Forevermore

Bonus:

A remix EP I missed and a more raw demo version of and album from 2018 I really enjoyed.

Diplo - Higher Ground (Remixes) EP Genre: Electronic / Dance Released June 2019

Proof: Hold You Tight (Solardo Remix) / Give Dem (Michael Brun Remix) w/ Blond:ish Feat. Kah-Lo

The Ting Tings - The Black Light (Manchester Version) Genre: Indie Rock / Alternative Released July 2019 Original Version Released October 2018

Proof: Estranged (Manchester Version) / Word For This (Manchester Version)

Others:

Above & Beyond - Flow State, Ada Lea - what we say in private, Africa Express - EGOL, Alex Mali - Sweet & Sour EP, Angie Stone - Full Circle, Ann Marie - Pretty Psycho, avery r. young - tubman., Blasterjaxx - Perspective, Burna Boy - African Giant, Caamp - By and By, Catching Flies - Silver Linings, The Cool Kids & The Alchemist - Layups EP, Cuco - Para Mi, Ed Sheeran - No. 6 Collaborations Project, Elle Varner - Ellevation, E-40 - Practice Makes Paper, The Flaming Lips - The King’s Mouth: Music and Songs, Hibou - Haive, Iggy Azalea - In My Defense, Jaden - ERYS, JAY1 - One Wave, Juls - Colour, KAINA - Next to the Sun, K.Flay - Solutions, Knife Party - Lost Souls EP, Laxcity - Purity EP, Lighthouse Family - Blue Sky in Your Head, Lusine - Retrace EP, Machine Gun Kelly - Hotel Diablo, Marshmello - Joytime III, Nas - The Lost Tapes 2, Nathan Bajar - playroom, Necking - Cut Your Teeth, Pearl City - Gold Metal Money EP, R3HAB - The Wave (Acoustic) EP, Rema - Freestyle EP, Rich Brian - The Sailor, Sabrina Carpenter - Singular Act II, TroyBoi - V!BEZ, Vol. 3 EP, Westside Gunn - Flygod is an Awesome God, Willow - Willow, 5am & TM88 - 5:88 EP

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4.

July 10th 2006

Ed felt the anxiety pool in his chest, as he aimed his finger to press in the buzzer on the next house down.

He’d been lucky so far but sooner or later that luck would run it’s course and he’d find himself face to face with a kid from his school. The thought of it made the acid in his gut stir.  

It wasn’t the thought of seeing a classmate, though for certain there were classmates he DID NOT have any desire to casually run into. The fear was of the question they’d ask, questions they’d been avoiding since they had disappeared from school last fall. 

They were questions Ed knew he’d have to face sooner or later, but he very much hoped later would win out in that equation.

He had hoped to push the questions off to the start of next year, save up all the anxiety  for that first day back. He’d be dreading it either way he figured, and at least then he’d be able to return to the sanctuary of the Radio room when it all became too much.

Ed fiddled with the long-since-past-its’-prime disc player. It was currently skipping on the underwriting part of one of his last years pre-recorded overnight sets for the station. A irritating krazylazkrazylazkrazylaz reverberated over and over in their head, as the disk tried desperate to play out an ad for the local laser tag place. 

Finally, the cacophony reached a fever pitch and Ed ripped the ear buds from his ears and shoved them and the device deeply into the inner pocket of his jean jacket.  

Anti-skip my ass.

They really need to convince Hornigold to start letting them record digitally. They ended up converting them anyways to put them in the overnight line-up, and it would make it a lot easy to take his shows home too. 

Ed knew it might be lame to listen to his own shows like this, or so Jack had often informed him. But the station always got demos, so a lot of that music was really only accessible through his old shows, and, after all, he had picked those song because he liked them.

He also knew, or, again, had unhelpfully been told, that his focus on collecting music was narcotic at best, and obsessive at worst. But the thought of a song disappearing into his memory, until he couldn’t even hum the melody anymore, triggered something deeply melancholy in him. 

It was the same reason why the art which he’d scrolled on his bedroom walls included so many lyrics, poems, or lines from movies. They were more then a collection, each one held a story. Each had made contact with something inside him at the exact moment when he had needed it. He could, and often did, run his fingers along the multi-colored sharpie lines, and feel the memories and emotions of when he’d written them flood back into him.

He still mourned the loss of the markings on his bedroom door, which had been replaced after a particular bad night the prior summer. Many of the sentiments written there on had already faded out of his consciousness, into nothing.

He hated loosing things in general, but most of all he hate loosing memories, not being able to feel them anymore.

If he didn’t remember them who would.

Ed could hear the faint whirl of the struggling player in his pocket as he starred down the dark green paneling of the neighbors door.

He waited a few beats, possibly shorter then would be preferable to his program director, before retreating in the direction of the next house. 

He didn’t see the harm in it, figuring the theatre program would survive even if he didn’t sell his fair share of no-bake cookie dough. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t care. He actually enjoyed theatre, even when it wasn’t an alternative to incarceration. Though, he admittedly did like it more so when he didn’t have to spend his summer going door to door fundraising for it, and risking run ins with classmates with every ring of a new doorbell. 

Ed knew he had technically gotten off easy. A month in Juvenile and a referral to the summer theatre program his school hosted for troubled youths was light punishment in anyones book for certain. He wondered if Izzy had faired as well. 

That would be one good thing about classes starting at least. Getting to see his friends again. 

His father had thoroughly isolated them from most of their friends since the incident. No computer, no phone, no visitors.  

The last time he’d seen Izzy, he was being shuffled off to a different room in the precinct.

That was another problem with the questions, he hadn’t gotten to talk to Izzy, didn’t know how much he wanted him to share. 

They needed to talk. 

Ed began contemplating the possibility of using the whole “selling cookie dough” thing as a ruse to justify going to Izzy’s neighborhood, wondering if they could steal a few moments to talk about things before his mom made it to the door, and strategizing what he might do where Izzy’s mom to be the one to answer the bell. 

He was turning this scenario every which way in his mind, examining all the angles as, he pressed in the bell for the house five down from his.

Dinosaur boxers.

The house was older and modest in size, like most of those on the block, though even from the curb it bore the telltale markings of the new money that had recently started flooding into the established neighborhood, buying up property and “rehabbing” it. The newly installed sod lawn, in the place of the front garden, was a death knell for the neighborhood, a harbinger of things to come. 

The house itself was mostly unassuming, construction on the externals looked to be just getting underway, siding being replaced, new concrete laid for the front steps, and a fresh coat of teal paint on the front door. 

The door which had swung open before the doorbell could finish ringing out its’ rendition of Gnossienne no. 5, a song which Ed thought deserved better then to be watered down to a 10 second clip played through doorbell speakers.

A door which behind it revealed a boy. 

This was not a boy Ed knew from school. Though he did look to be of a similar age to them, he could have also been a year older. A college student? Or perhaps, from the local private school? That would certainly fit, considering the house. In any case, there was something familiar about him that Ed couldn’t place. 

Something almost nostalgic about the shape of the constellation of freckles on his cheek, and the soft curl of his golden hair, which currently stood up at odd angles, as if he’d just rolled from bed. Ed wondered if this may in fact be the case, considering his state of dress. 

Ed may have had more luck placing him in their memory had it not been for that detail, because the state of dress, with which he had chosen to fling open the door for the whole world to see, was a pair of dinosaur boxers and now that’s all Ed’s mind had room to hold.

Who does that?

What a lunatic.

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