#king conga

[y0ud0ntkn0wwh0]

[kat1nkulta]

King of Greed with isat OC

The above is a mix of digital and watercolor paints

More about him!! Also as a sadness, Greediness would be the name but i dont know french but i do know enough to not trust google translate for singular french words. I have seen the results. So pretend i said Greediness in french and clap tyy

[knightofleo]

Taking one tentative quarter step into Raya Lucaria like

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippets: Free Day Thursday: Blackmail au

PREV:

(Having retrieved Mar, and removed Krew from the playing field entirely, Jak and Daxter are now trying to settle into whatever life looks like now. Not everything is so easy to leave behind.)

Jak had been away from the sea for too long.

Haven had robbed him of more than his innocence, it ate away at his memories until Sandover seemed like a half forgotten dream. Haven may have had its own coastline, but it was far beyond The Wall.

Jak had forgotten how swiftly weather changed on the ocean.

At first, he'd been intrigued by the sudden clouds blocking the moon. He'd sat up from the rug -- the bed was too soft, too big; it was a luxury he was sure he hadn't earned -- to watch the black tendrils snuff out the moonlight and wondered if clouds would lower the heat the following day. At first, the sound of the rain was pleasant. He didn't mind rain, even the cold rain in Haven. Even if he'd never had a roof over his head during storms in Haven, the mere sound of the rain was a reminder that he was alive, and free. In the prison, the walls were insulated so civilians couldn't hear prisoners scream.

In the prison, Jak had never been able to hear the rain.

For a while, he hovered between sleep and consciousness, until the hammering of the raindrops against the window blurred into a dull shushing sound. His mind drifted aimlessly, in and out of coherent thought. At some point, thought became memory, and memory, dream. He was in the Water Slums again, holding that bright piece of gold. Funny how, after everything, it was the Lurkers who had protected the pieces of the golden seal all these years. Was that why Praxis had enslaved them? Had they been allies of- well, his ancestors?

The flimsy dock beneath his feet trembled with the roar of troop transport craft. Thunderous cracks and booms as Krimzon Guards dropped by the dozens to fill the slums. This was no mere patrol this time. Someone had seen him. Someone had betrayed him. Called in the Guard in hopes of- of what? Leniency? A reward? There were so many. Praxis wasn't playing this time. Maybe that's why Errol wasn't there.

Jak knew in his heart why there were so many Guards.

This was an extermination. Praxis finally understood how dangerous the monster he'd created was. And now he was making sure Jak didn't escape again.

Would they dissect him after he was dead to find out how he could transform? If he died while in his dark form, would he transform back or stay a monstrous corpse?

CRACK

Jak's eyes snapped open as a flash lit the room, blinding him temporarily. He acted on instinct, rolling under a gap he'd barely registered in his peripheral vision to take cover from the incoming gunfire. Another rumble filled the room as he desperately tried to take stock of his surroundings.

Not the slums. Indoors.

Daxter?

No. Where was Daxter?!

Slowly, his brain fed him more information.

Someone snoring over his head.

A soft texture beneath his fingers -- woven fiber of some kind.

The sound of rain.

The nightmare or memory reluctantly released its grip on his mind as Jak began to make sense of where he was.

This was Spargus. Not Haven.

He was here with Daxter and Sig and Mar.

He still had the seal fragment.

He had locked the door.

He had locked the door.

Hadn't he?

Jak rolled out from under the bed. After taking a moment to confirm that it was indeed Daxter snoring atop the mattress, he hurried to the door.

Locked.

He sighed and began to walk away, before turning around and testing the door.

Couldn't be too careful.

And maybe checking the lock three more times was excessive. But having a door at all was so new to Jak, let alone one he was allowed to lock from the inside! How could he be blamed for not being used to it yet?

Lightning streaked past the window in an ugly purple-blue bolt, so close Jak could feel the static crackling across his skin. It reminded him of-

Don't think about it. Don't.

It was the color of-

No No No No No-

The image of The Chair flashed through his mind, and Jak felt ill.

No No No No No-!

He felt exposed, here in sight of the window. Vulnerable. Without stopping to think, Jak dropped to his belly and shimmied beneath the bed again. The blanket hung down off the side, obscuring him from sight -- and obscuring the lightning from his view.. It was as good a place to sleep as any, he supposed. Quiet, sheltered, like the alcove in the temple. Jak covered his ears to block out the thunder and counted backwards from fifty.

He was asleep before thirty.

Damas was out of bed with the first crack of thunder.

In a way, he was amazed that his body still knew what to do after nearly three years of forcing himself to go back to sleep. Who was to say if Mar was even still afraid of thunder?

A high-pitched whine from the nursery pulled his body into action before he had even finished the thought. At the very least, Mar and Jak's puppy wasn't enjoying the weather.

When he opened the door, Damas found Mar sitting up in bed with his arms wrapped tightly around the puppy. They were still- so still! Just listening. Mar turned his head slightly and noticed his father. He put a finger to his lips.

"Quiet, Daddy. Are the bad guys close?" he signed.

Alarmed, Damas stepped into the room and looked around.

"What bad guys?" he signed back, scanning every nook and cranny.

Thunder rumbled, more distant now, and Mar pointed at the ceiling.

"There! That's the big boom gun, right?"

His relief that his son was referring to thunder was eclipsed by the dull, terrible understanding that Mar had become accustomed to the sound of gunfire and having to stay quiet. Damas sat down on tbe bed beside his son and stroked his head.

"Everything is alright," he murmured. "It's only thunder, dear one. No one can hurt you here. Daddy's here. Daddy's got you."

Mar crawled up into his arms and nervously chewed on his thumb.

"But what if they get Jakky?"

"Jak is safe, the storm can't get him either," Damas tried to assure the toddler, but his reasoning fell on unconvinced ears.

"Can you check? Just check, okay?"

With a soft grunt of exertion, Damas got up and tapped lightly on the door separating his sons' rooms. "Jak?" he called softly, "Can Mar come in?"

He could just open the door, he knew. Jak only locked the door that led to the corridor. He insisted on being able to get to Mar in an emergency as quickly as possible. But this wasn't an emergency, and Damas didn't want to risk damaging the little bit of trust Jak was beginning to have in him by barging in uninvited. He tapped at the door again, but there was no answer.

"Jak is sleeping, Mar," Damas told his younger son. "Let's let him sleep, alright?"

"No!!" Mar shook his head rapidly. "Jakky always comes when I'm scared! He didn't come in!"

Despite himself, Damas felt a hint of Mar's trepidation creeping into his mind. It was true that Jak was always the first one in the room when Mar had a nightmare. He had expected to already find Jak in the room once he'd heard the dog whine. Hoping he wasn't making a mistake, Damas eased the door open, just a crack.

"Jak?" he whispered.

There was no answer. Save for Daxter, sprawled out on the pillow, the bed was empty.

Damas pushed the door open, frowning. The other door was still closed, and Jak wouldn't have left without Daxter or his brother. Irrational worries about losing his firstborn a second time propelled him into the room, looking for him.

It was a pretty bare room. Rug, window with a bench beneath it, desk, and bed. Jak hadn't given it any personal touches yet. Damas knelt to examine the blanket Jak had left crumpled on the rug where he must have been sleeping again. Lightning flickered at the window, providing the briefest moment of extra illumination. The edge of the blanket stretched toward the bed.

Damas shifted to peer under the edge of the frame on a hunch, and his heart clenched.

Jak lay huddled in a fetal position, hands clamped tightly over his ears. His breathing was soft and even, and his face was peaceful, but Damas knew it wasn't sweet dreams that had driven Jak under there.

As thunder grumbled, only just beginning to retreat into the distance, Jak huddled tighter, reacting to the sound in his sleep.

Oh.

Damas of Spargus was not a man given to fits of tears. To be the king of the Wastelanders often meant hiding his emotions beneath the surface where others could not guess them at a glance. Even so, for a moment the pitiful shape beneath the bed blurred as Damas found himself wondering what kinds of experiences might drive a youth as brash as Jak to hide from thunder.

They were not pleasant thoughts.

"Oh, oh little heart," he whispered thickly. With one hand he fumbled for the blanket and awkwardly pushed it beneath the bed, covering Jak as best he could from his angle.

"There, now. It's- It's going to be alright. You'll see one day. I will never let them take you again, I promise."

He knew Jak couldn’t hear him. He knew the words were more for himself than for his son. But what of it? He was not made of stone. His heart ached when his children suffered, just like any other parent worth their water.

Heavily, Damas turned to stand and found himself face to face with Mar. The little boy stood there, sniffling, with his Lurker doll clutched tightly in his arms. A worried pout decorated his round face as he edged forward.

"Where's Jak?" he asked.

Damas wiped his eyes quickly. "He's....um...camping."

He lifted the edge of the blanket hanging off the bed.

"See? Every- everything is alright. Why don't you go back to bed, sweetheart?"

Mar gave this all of two seconds of thought. Then he squirmed beneath the bed to snuggle up to his brother. Jak relaxed minutely, as if he knew Mar was there.

"You watch out for the bad guys, okay Daddy?" Mar signed anxiously. "Don't let them get us."

Damas winced. "No, Mar, I won't let anyone get you. I'll just. I'll sit here in the door until the storm passes, alright?"

He was still there when Jak woke at dawn.

It was warm when Jak woke. Not in the way he would've expected from the desert, but a close, sweaty heat. With a soft groan, he forced open eyes sticky with sleep. Mar lay there, curls plastered to his round cheeks with drool as he cuddled closer. Well, that explained the heat. The kid was like a walking vent of yellow eco. Jak started to sit up, only to crack his head against solid wood.

"Ow!"

Jak fell back on the floor clutching his forehead.

"Rotsucker-!"

The bed. He was under the rottin' bed!

Jak groaned and dragged his fingers down his face. Right. The storm. He'd had...what, a nightmare? A flashback, maybe? At least he was still too low on dark eco to transform. The thought of Damas seeing that shape so close to Mar scared him more than any flashback.

It took some doing to slip out from under the bed without waking either Mar or Chopper. As Jak maneuvered backwards around the pair, he found himself unexpectedly grateful that they'd all had such drastic changes to their diet recently. In Haven, where the dog ate whatever he could find, it was not uncommon for everyone to be awoken with truly foul canine flatulence. And that was on top of how Jak usually smelled after working twenty hour "shifts" without rest!

Jak eased out from under the bed, rubbing his bruised forehead ruefully. His blanket was still tangled around his legs, albeit half pinned under Mar. Gingerly, Jak unwrapped himself and tossed the excess back under the bed with his brother. Then he paused. Granted, he hadn't been in the best state of mind the night before, but...hadn't he left the blanket in the middle of the room?

Movement caught the corner of Jak's eye, and he turned quickly to find Mar's door open. He'd expected that, given the child's presence. But he hadn't expected Damas to be seated in the open doorway, half asleep. He had a blanket around his shoulders and his hair tied up in a scarf, and only the knife hilt his hand rested on betrayed his true nature.

Gradually, Damas became aware of Jak looking at him. He slumped against the doorframe and yawned.

"Oh good. Th' storm's over."

Jak cocked his head and frowned.

"What...what are you doing?"

Letting out another jaw-cracking yawn, Damas let go of the knife at his belt and sleepily scratched his cheek.

"Ah. Mar was scared last night. Flashbacks. I promised I'd stand guard so you three could sleep."

He blinked slowly for a few moments, then inhaled.

"Oh. Right. I owe you an apology, Jak."

Slightly suspicious, Jak narrowed his eyes as he stood up to look for his boots.

"Uh...why?"

"I entered your room without permission," answered Damas, as if it were the simplest answer in the world. He gestured with one hand to the edge of Jak's turquoise blanket. "Mar didn't see you when he looked into your room. I called in, but you were asleep by then."

Damas had been in his room.

That meant he'd seen him sleeping under the bed.

Jak couldn't pin down a specific feeling about that, but he didn't like it.

"Why did you come in?"

He sounded a little hostile. He couldn't help it.

"To prove to myself that you were still here. Still safe."

Damas shrugged wearily. He gave a muted groan and rubbed a crick in his neck.

"In the dead hours, even children's fears are contagious."

"Did you touch my stuff?" Jak peered at his foot locker as if trying to gauge whether it had been tampered with.

"I gave you your blanket," Damas acknowledged. "Then I told your brother to let you sleep, and set up post in the door here. It's been-"

He squinted at the window with bleary eyes.

"Three? Four hours, maybe?"

With a loud groan, Damas grabbed the door frame and hauled himself upright. Jak wondered at the amount of clicking and popping sounds that seemed to be coming from him. Was that all his spine?! Damas rubbed his face and stretched.

"Thank the Precursors it's Fifthday. No meetings until noon, barring incidents." With a sleepy wave, he began to shuffle back into Mar's room.

“If you need anything, get Sig. I'm going back to bed.”

All was quiet for a moment, with Jak staring in bemusement at the now empty doorway. In the back of his sleep-addled brain, he wondered if this is what it felt like to be Mar when Jak hovered.

[kodapi]

" All right, just keep it down. We're conspicuous enough without your hyena call. " // ( BG3 Starters ) I just now saw your Drunk!Shuuji open from last night, and I feel I must shove Miles at the concept. :)

     [ Idle Banter || Two's a Party » Accepting ]

     ‹ There was a reason that Shuuji did not imbibe alcohol; the fact he was giggling away and being as chatty as he was not even two weak beverages in stood as a testament to that warning. For a blessing at least his arms were capable of functioning without hinderance, allowing him to hug onto the prosecutor's arm while his little breathy chuckles slowed to consider those words. ›

    ❝ My hyena? I don't have one... Rook probably would own one, though. Did you know he's got a massive snake at the office? Big thing... It's longer than a car! Big, big snake. She's such a sweetie though! ❞ ‹ One of his arms would dislodge from its place around Miles' arm to gesture outwards wildly, as if trying to convey just how gargantuan the serpent was, only to stumble from the force of the swing for a moment. He'd correct his stance quick enough and returned the wayward arm back around Miles' own as an anchor, or maybe like a pillow for how his eyelids begun to droop and a loud, powerful yawn overtook the detective for a moment. ›

    ❝ Hyenas look soft though. Like you. You look soft. Mm, especially your hair. Too bad my hands are terrible at feeling, I'd love to test that... ❞ ‹ Then came a suspicious silence after those words, the lack of any follow-up or snickering a concerning sign. To glance over would show that the inebriated detective had let his head rest against Miles' shoulder, eyes now fully snapped shut, lips parted... and he was out like a light. ›

     ‹ There was a good reason Rook took business deals at bars instead of Shuuji, and this was it. Poor man was out cold from practically nothing at all. ›

[fuckthispost-andhappybirthday]

July 13: Happy Birthday Sir Conga (Mambo A Go Go)!!!!

[the-starry-seas]

unintentional comedy in this fic is that myles seems very normal 99% of the time because the other main character is jango fett and nearly anyone could look normal compared to jango but every so often myles has a very casual thought about something Very Not Casual and it's like oh right he's got trauma too

[quitealotofsodapop]

Grease Monkeya is probably the biggest angst hurt/comfort, au lol. Cuz it's literally just...

Wukong, in the s4 mindset he'd been in when he was trapped in the scroll but without an MK to pull him back from jsut abansoning his title as king: Everyone else would be better off without me, I should just disappear and let the world forget Sun Wukong ever existed.

Everyone else after spending literal cenruries searching for his flighty ass: DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!

Ref.

YUP!!

This monkey has 2000+ years of self-esteem issues!

He lost his mentor, his brotherhood, 500 years of his life to prison, his mate/best friend, his Pilgrim brothers (except one but he only learns that later), and most recently his last true confidant; The Demon Bull King.

And he thinks it's all his fault.

Now its the modern day, DBK gets released, and now "Wu" has a conga line of both enemies and friends who are so glad to see him alive!

[third-king-of-salmonids]

WOULDNT YOU LIKE TO KNOW NOUNGENDER

Something about Big Run has always felt weird to me. The dialogue for Barnacle and Dime has Dee0 Cut state that, apparently, the mall is only "partially" closed. Despite the fact a race of viscious salmon people has invaded a chunk of the mall, requiring the local power company to blow a god damn hole into the roof of the building.

Commentary on capitalism and essential workers aside, it's got me thinking. Are the Salmonids holding back?

The fact that they apparently contained themselves only to a part of the mall, the fact that stages always look suspiciously undamaged during Big Run's.

Sunken scrolls and the Grizzco manual have outright stated that these fishy fellows were viewed as harbingers of the apocalypse, capable of ending entire cities when they happened to be in their way.

It's so strange.

[askereiniongilgalad]

"bows"

Sounds like a good time the other night High King! 👑

Unfortunately Elrond and Galadriel got into an argument over Elrond’s DJ name. So Elrond went with the one that made Galadriel roll her eyes the hardest at.

Do you have any club 😎 recommendations DJ Erein-ON? 👀

Yes… quite a party, my dear. And no, I regret nothing. 😌🍷😎

The argument? Oh no, no… it wasn’t just an argument. It turned into a full-blown, morning-after disaster Let me paint you a picture:

There I was, after the party, sleeping peacefully, wrapped in my blankets like a dignified, majestic, tasty burrito. 🌯👑

And then: BANG. 💥🚪 My door detonated... literally.

“I TOLD YOU IT WAS OUT OF SPITE!” / “HIGH KING!!”

I cracked one eye open. Mistake. Elrond stood there: hair sticking in every direction, arms flailing like a royal goose 🦢 mid-existential crisis. 💥. Galadriel paced behind him like a wolf 🐺.... hair full of confetti 🎊... ready to massacre my herald.

“VANILLAAAA!!” she barked. IT’S AN EMBARRASSMENT!”

Nope. I'm not here. I rolled away. I was one with the bed. 🛏️😤

Elrond leaned in, voice soft. “Gil-galad… you can hear us, right??”

Yeah. I just didn’t care. 😑 And then… Galadriel. Oh, Galadriel. She dared. Oh, she did dare. FWIP

My covers. GONE. My fluffy fortress… stolen!!! 💔 Cold slapped my feet, my legs… my... (Ok, I'll stop there.)

Then she bend down... and utter her death sentence:

“If you don’t pay attention… we’ll handle this in your study. With your wine.”

MY.WINE. 🍷💥 (Nobody.Messes.With.My.Wine.) And in that moment… the burrito mutated... into a fluffy battle taco 🌯⚔️🌮

(I love Aslan. I relate deeply.) 🦁✨ “YES, GALADRIEL: VANILLA! WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?!” I roared. “LOOK AT HIM! HE’S BASICALLY… A WALKING CUPCAKE!!!!” 🧁💥

Galadriel wheezed. “Vanilla Cupcake.”

Elrond froze. Eyes wide. Mouth open. Vanilla Cupcake mutated into Velvet Cupcake right before my eyes. 🎂💔 (I saw his dignity evaporate. It was tragic.)

BIG SIGH.

So… yeah. I’m afraid I’ve doomed my herald. 😩💀

Oh... sorry. Got sidetracked... again. You asked about club recommendations. 🤔🎶

Well, try The Gilded Havoc 🌟💥 is hosting Lindon’s first-ever Valentine’s Day Extravaganza:

• Questionable decisions. (not for me of course) • Regrettable dance-offs. • And, if the Council approves, an Elven Conga Line. 💃🕺✨

[guilty-gear-hot-take-hellhole]

Dizzy, Chipp, Goldlewis and the kings of Illyria all play DnD together and they always just have a good time!

This might be the most tagged post so far. Conga ratulations

[jbaileyfansite]

Jeff Goldblum is handing off the dinosaur-sized torch to “Wicked” co-star Jonathan Bailey.

Bailey is taking on the role of paleontologist Dr. Henry Loomis in the latest “Jurassic Park” film, “Jurassic World Rebirth” – and nobody’s more excited to see it than Goldblum.

“The hope of the world resides, and I can think of no better baton receiver to carry on the ‘da da da da da,'” Goldblum tells Variety, singing the iconic “Jurassic Park” theme by John Williams. “It’s Jonathan Bailey! It’s like no other!”

Bailey shares that he and Goldblum chatted about the role for the first time while they were en route to CinemaCon earlier this year. “I had the invitation to join the ‘Jurassic’ world, to join the conga line led by Jeff,” Bailey said. “The original film was a seminal cinematic moment, purely because of Jeff, but also, I went with my family, and the multi-sensory experience of going to see a film so perfectly realized.”

Bailey adds, “There’s so much that I am so proud to join. But obviously, much like with ‘Wicked,’ there is a sense of responsibility. And if I can match half of what Jeff and Sam Neill and Laura Dern achieved, I’ll be very lucky.”

Goldblum starred as the beloved chaos theory mathematician Dr. Ian Malcolm in 1993’s “Jurassic Park,” reprising the role for the 1997 sequel “The Lost World: Jurassic Park” and again in 2018’s “Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom” and 2022’s “Jurassic World Dominion.”

Bailey will star alongside Scarlett Johansson and Mahershala Ali in the 31-year-old “Jurassic” franchise’s seventh film. “Five years after the events of ‘Jurassic World Dominion,’ the planet’s ecology has proven largely inhospitable to dinosaurs,” an official summary reads. “Those remaining exist in isolated equatorial environments with climates resembling the one in which they once thrived. The three most colossal creatures within that tropical biosphere hold the key to a drug that will bring miraculous life-saving benefits to humankind.”

Bailey and Goldblum don’t actually share the screen in “Wicked, out Nov. 22, as Bailey’s Fiyero is charming the pants off every student at Shiz University while Goldblum’s Wizard of Oz is busy running the show in the Emerald City.

“At the beginning, you want to just relish the full essence of his charm and easy flow, as it were,” Bailey says, adding that Fiyero’s proclivity to flirt with men and women alike was just another way to bring nuance to the Winkie prince. “As a character, I ascertained that he’s confident and in himself, and he’s kind enough to invite anyone to Winkie town.”

“Heart-throbby! Heart-throbby!” Goldblum excitedly adds. But Bailey argues that the Wizard is actually the real charmer of the film. “He’s the OG rizz king,” Bailey says with a laugh, prompting Goldblum to burst into song again: this time, it’s “(They Long to Be) Close to You,” which Bailey enthusiastically joins him in.

As for his wizardly inspiration, Goldblum says he didn’t take any cues from modern day leaders in crafting the great and powerful leader. “This was written and devised well before any of our current landscape, but it’s a timeless story,” he says. “It’s always fallen to individual people who seek the truth and find their power and find out that, just like ‘Horton Hears a Who,’ one person of effectiveness can move the whole ship of state and keep things going toward an ideal and perfect country and world where we have a planet that works for everyone.”

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[ultrone]

what music do you think Jackie would listen to…?

very random playlist i know lmaooo i hope it’s at least a bit accurate. i tried to stick to before the 2000s as much as i could 🫡

Gwen Stefani/No Doubt for sure. I feel like she’d specifically love “Cool” by Gwen

I Touch Myself by Divinyls

Crush by Jennifer Paige

Fastlove, Pt. 1 by George Michael

The Cranberries (influenced by Shauna 🤔)

The King of Wishful Thinking by Go West (she got obsessed with it after watching Pretty Woman)

Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer

Back For Good by Take That

Some songs by Fleetwood Mac & Stevie Nicks, like Sable on Blond, I Don't Want to Know, Edge of Seventeen, Only over You…

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) by Kate Bush

Last Goodbye by Jeff Buckley

Madonna

Waterfalls by TLC

Right Here - Human Nature Radio Mix by SWV

Living On My Own - No More Brothers Radio Mix by Freddie Mercury

I feel like she’d also be lowkey into Country 😭

Shania Twain

Achy Breaky Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus

Jolene by Dolly Parton

Amber by 311

Baby, I Love Your Way by Big Mountain

Angel by Shaggy, Rayvon

The Sign by Ace of Base (medicated Lottie got her into it)

Had a hanson phase lmaoooo 🧐

Torn by Natalie Imbruglia

Bitch by Meredith Brooks (she’d sing/yell this one in Shauna’s car)

I Try by Macy Gray

Girlfriend in a Coma by The Smiths

Alanis Morissette

There She Goes by The La’s

Two Princes by Spin Doctors

You Get What You Give by New Radicals

Fast Car by Tracy Chapman (I feel like Shauna would overplay it while driving)

Be My Baby by The Ronettes

Duran Duran

Bon Jovi

Fantasy by Mariah Carey

Genie in a Bottle by Christina Aguilera

Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Livin' la Vida Loca by Ricky Martin

Savage Garden

Uptown Girl by Westlife

Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners

Summer Of ‘69 by Bryan Adams

The Power Of Love by Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Hero by Enrique Iglesias

Whitney Houston’s top hits

Let’s Hear It for the Boy by Deniece Williams

Some Aerosmith songs, like Crazy & I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing

The Shoop Shoop Song (It’s In His Kiss) & One by One by Cher

I Love You Always Forever by Donna Lewis

Black or White by Michael Jackson

Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows (from the Shrek 2 soundtrack 😭)

Alone & These Dreams by Heart

I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany

More Than a Feeling by Boston

What’s Love Got to Do with It by Tina Turner

Close to Me by The Cure

Blue (Da Ba Dee) by Eiffel 65 ☠️

Endless Love by Luther Vandross, Mariah Carey

Be My Baby & Divine idylle by Vanessa Paradis

Smile by Lily Allen

I’m Gonna Miss You by Milli Vanilli

Conga by Gloria Estefan 🤣

New Kids On The Block

Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds

Queen

Hey Ya! by Outkast

Dreaming Of You by Selena

extra… songs she’d listen to if she spoke spanish or was latina cuz i’m mexican and i’ve been thinkin abt this 🙂‍↕️

Tu Dama De Hierro by Marisela

Belanova, especially Rosa Pastel, Me Pregunto, and Cada que…

Formas de Amor by Calo

Mi Media Naranja by Fey

Bazar & No Controles by Flans

Gracias A Dios by Thalia

La Ventanita by Garibaldi

Ahora Te Puedes Marchar by Luis Miguel

Cuando Calienta El Sol by Luis Miguel

Mírala, Míralo by Alejandra Guzman

Virgen de las Vírgenes by Gloria Trevi

Ni Una Sola Palabra by Paulina Rubio

No Puedo Olvidarme Ti by MDO

La Calle de las Sirenas by Kabah

Enamoradísimo by Mercurio

Veneno by Ragazzi

Dile Que la Amo by Kairo

Hombres G

Oye Mi Amor by Maná

Rica y Apretadita (feat. Anayka) by El General

Moriré by La Factoria

Enloquéceme & Shabadabada by OV7

Timbiriche

Amante Bandido by Miguel Bosé

Alejandro Sanz

[kodapi]

“You don’t have to push so hard. It’s okay to rest.”

     [ To Exhaustion || The Concerned » Accepting ]

     ‹ Had his eyes fluttered shut for so long? One moment he was simply relaxing as he waited for some updates, and the next he must have slumped back and fell asleep for a few seconds. The concern in the prosecutor's tone instinctively made him chuckle as he sat upright though, one of his hands rubbed across his chest a few times with some pressure to jolt his body back awake. On the surface it would have just seemed like a man who overestimated his own capacities, but he knew himself better than that. This was done to avoid having to see those nightmares again for as long as he physically could. ›

    ❝ Later, ❞ ‹ Shuuji replied before a yawn escaped his lips, the corners curled up in a gentle smile after. Some more coffee would do just fine, he figured; anything to avoid truly slumbering until he had to. ›

    ❝ Your worry for me is noted, I promise. I'm just in the middle of something crucial, and if I fall asleep and miss it, it'll ruin months of work. ❞ ‹ A small white lie. He only explained the surface level reasons, really. ›

[hubristicassholefight]

Hubristic Assholes tourney Round 1 part 3a

Herbert West (Re-Animator, both book and film) vs Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein)

Propaganda below cut

Herbet

Literally has a whole monologue about defying god in the second movie. (https://youtu.be/BOt0rRhofuI?si=o7wCwAaT347jUmcp)

Playing God by defying death itself

Victor

"ouh im gonna create life from scratch and it's gonna be Pog and Slay" WRONG it wwas FUCKT . he didnt give that thang enough SKIN even . and then it killed his whole family, well he is just a silly guy .

Textbook definition of fuck around and find out. To his credit - yeah, he was a genius who sped through All Of Chemistry Classes in 2 years and revolutionized the field of natural sciences at his university while he was barely 20, arguably invented biochemistry (and then never told anyone) and created a human(ish) being from scratch (and again, never told anyone), BUT Honestly I don't even need to say anything here, I can literally just paste a direct quote: "Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. A new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me. No father could claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs." He saw LIFE AND DEATH ITSELF as just a STARTING POINT ffs Needless to say, the "find out" stage hit him like a freight train making the rest of his life just one long trauma conga line until he died completely alone before even hitting 30 Give it up to our king of hubris, Greatest pathetic wet meow meow of gothic literature tbh

thought he could be better than God by making his own man so that he could later bring people (his mother) back to life. whole thing blew up in his face cause 1. he made it way too big and way too able to kill people 2. he immediately got scared of it and ran away 3. he left it alone without teaching it how to actually function as a human, further adding to the murderous tendencies.

Thinks making life is easy. Does not consider the life he made actually worth anything, He's like the platonic ideal of a shitty parent who wants recognition for Being A Parent without actually having the ability to care for someone else, just taken to a cartoonish extreme. Look where that got him.

Tries to create a whole ass person from scratch. It does not go well; The guy needs no introduction. Guy tries creates a whole human person cobbled together from dead bodies, breathes life into it, immediately abandons his creation, and proceeds to have his life completely destroyed when said creation goes on a rampage of revenge. Subtitle of the book is literally the 'Modern Prometheus.'

Do I really have to explain this one. He made a Guy. He played God. Then the Guy killed his entire family and (boy)friend; He is Pathetic

Victor wanted to play god. Created monster. Monster tried to kill him. Killed his brother, his gf, and his BFF, and came after him. A horror icon, and the modern archetype of the mad scientist in fiction. He's a pathetic pissbaby that needs to be punched. Cunt dies in the end get rekked lol.

I mean come on, Please he's like the guy

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Madagascar in Nickelodeon Magazine (part 2 of 4)

The second time Madagascar was featured in Nick Mag was in their November 2008 issue, highlighting the film's release that month.

The cover features a conga line of several characters through the reserve, led of course by King Julien.

Madagascar got quite a good treatment in this issue; the rest is under the read more!

Included were nine punch-out trading cards. The pictures on the backs, when put together properly, form the film's poster. The Internet Archive does have a version of the website noted, but nothing loads on it, so we will never know what you call four penguins in the desert.

Next we have a small ad for the film's website, featuring King Julien. This site can be accessed on the Internet Archive here (the games are still playable!).

Next we have an ad for the film's tie-in video game. It has a board game path you could play on with a coin and any small objects as tokens.

These next three are the main articles for the film. To prep viewers for the sequel, we have a quiz about the first film. Full transcript below.

The Beasts Are Back! in Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa

In Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa, the animals get stuck in Africa when their plan to return to New York City falls apart, and they discover an even wilder world than the one they left behind in Madagascar. Paw through the following pages to get ready for the new movie.

Ready for Part 2?

Prepare for Madagascar 2 by taking this quiz to see how much you remember about the first movie. Answers on page 79.

The animals leave New York City because: a. they want to join the circus. b. they escape from their zoo and get shipped off to a wildlife park. c. they can't afford the rent in New York City anymore.

Where is the crew headed? a. Mount Everest b. Kenya c. A zoo in Washington, D.C.

Their ship goes off course when: a. the penguins take it over and head to Antarctica. b. they hit an iceberg. c. a tidal wave pushes them towards Madagascar.

When crates containing Melman, Alex, Gloria, and Marty wash up on Madagascar, the animals find: a. a kingdom of small, furry creatures. b. that the penguins are running the country. c. an animal-friendly spa.

What do the lemurs call Marty, Alex, Gloria, and Melman? a. The wrecking crew b. The Tennessee Titans c. The New York Giants

Julien is so annoyed by Mort the lemur that he suggests: a. sending him to Chicago. b. feeding him to Alex. c. selling him to a tourist as a hamster.

Alex is banished by his friends because: a. he can't help but see them as juicy steaks. b. they got tired of his constant practical jokes. c. he farts way too much.

At the end of the movie, Alex: a. eats every last animal. b. scares away the Foosa, the lemurs' natural enemy. c. swims back to New York City.

Next we have an interview with the main cast. Full transcript below.

Talking Animals

We chatted with the actors who voice the four main characters.

What is your character like? Ben Stiller (Alex): Alex is a performer. He's used to being the center of attention. He's a good friend, and the camaraderie with the other animals is really important to him. Chris Rock (Marty): He gets bored easily, and he pushes the whole crew. Everybody else wants to stay in the zoo and he's like, "Hey, there's a whole world out there." Jada Pinkett Smith (Gloria): Gloria is very loyal. She's pretty strong-willed, but most of all, she's really fun. She's kind of the mama of the group. David Schwimmer (Melman): Nervous, a hypochondriac, loyal, intelligent, and generous.

How are you like your character? Ben: Alex is comfortable in the city. When he gets into the countryside, he's not used to the quiet. I was like that growing up. Chris: It doesn't take much for me to be bored. Jada: I'm a lot of fun, but I definitely tend to take on the mother role in a lot of the circles that I'm in. David: I'm fairly tall with long eyelashes.

What is your least favorite thing about your character? Ben: The amount of hair that he has. It's a lot of hair care. It's like an hour every morning with a blow-dryer. Chris: Uh, just that's he a zebra. Jada: She could probably exercise a little bit. Not too much—just a little bit. David: His fear of heights.

What advice would you give your character? Ben: Even though we get set in our ways, change is important. Let life happen because then great new things can happen that you would never expect. Chris: I'd tell him to try to appreciate the things he has. Don't go too fast because you can miss some great things while trying to get to the next thing. Jada: I know Gloria likes to eat, which is fine. I would just tell her to make sure she's eating all the right things. David: Have a massage once a week to help you relax.

What would you want to have if you were stuck in the wilderness? Ben: Hopefully, food. And probably a couple of good books—big, thick ones. Chris: A BlackBerry, a Kindle e-book reader, an iPod, and a generator. Jada: A good book and some matches. David: The complete works of Shakespeare, food, fresh water, my girlfriends, and a limitless supply of paper.

What was your favorite line or scene from the movie? Ben: When the lead penguin says, "It's gonna take six to nine months [to fix the plane]," and Alex goes, "Sixty-nine months?" That always makes me laugh. Chris: All the [scenes] with Marty and the other zebras are rally good. Jada: My favorite scene is when Gloria falls in love with this other hippo, named Moto Moto. He asks her out and it's a really cute, flirtatious scene. David: My favorite line is "Aaaaaargh!!!!" My favorite scene is when Gloria saves Melman from falling into the volcano.

Which do you like better, the chimps or the penguins? Ben: The chimps. I've always liked monkeys a lot better. Chris: The penguins are funny. Jada: I like both. [Zelda the roving reporter: I like whoever has the best snacks.] David: Penguins!

ZooTube

Next year, Madagascar's penguins will star in their own TV show on Nickelodeon. We asked Jada, Ben, David, and Chris what kind of TV show their characters should have.

GLORIA "Her show would be called How to Be Fabulous, and she would show viewers how she does it," says Jada. ALEX "Alex would have a variety show," says Ben. "He'd do some singing and dancing, and then have a guest on along with one of his friends." MELMAN "In Melman's show, called What Was That?, he would play a superhero who has the power to fly and become invisible," says David. MARTY Chris says, "Marty would host his own talk show and do a monologue every night about what's going on in the world."

Finally, we have a tutorial on how to draw a penguin. The instructions say that this penguin is supposed to be Skipper, but clearly no one told this to the artist.