#papi was robbed

[mmmitchmmmarner]

just think its interesting how ppl are out here critiquing palestinian olympic athletes for not all being from palestine and they're "just asking questions" and "its the rules"

but when I bring up china's mens ice hockey roster in the 2022 beijing olympics, its suddenly all "not this again" and "fucking drop it" and "you can't bring this up any time anyone talks about the olympics or 2022 or for no fucking reason at all"

[darkfictionjude]

After this update of EC I have so many theories, my mind is so loud aaaaaaaa!

All the characters that appear have so much life, really hated that i became attached to Marcy. Even if i knew Dante wouldn't let her go, i still held hope for a quick sec.

But the character who robbed the scene, for me, was Sam. In either route (love / not love), they are such a complex(?) And interesting character, I feel like they had to be MC fiancé(e), not for "plot reasons" but for the plot in general. Like, in both routes, the MC says they clicked the second they met, it feels so much as a Fed secret Agent or spy, as if they know what exactly MC would like and be near them, but in the arranged!r it's perceived that MC wouldn't like them, and the appeal to papis began. AND, in the end, if they knew Dante's plan, pulling MC out of the party so close to the beginning of the plan is similar to giving the MC a chance to scape or be less affected by all the tragedy.

However, I may be wrong, and I will be following this IF to see if I am or not.

I conclusion:

The vibe is so on point, I feel transported in time and space, the clothing choices are so good and the background music really helped with the imerssion.

I really liked the pace, I can just imagine MC dancing around and having fun (from the outside perspective), but inside being consumed by their own memories. *chef kiss*

Jude, you are awesome and live rent free in my mind!

You see I haven’t gotten a lot of messages about Sam which surprised me so I like hearing what you thought of them

My main thing as a reader is immersion so I’m glad I was able to get that. It’s very important to me in period pieces

It’s funny that you like the pace. Someone told me they didn’t like how fast it was (respectable everyone has their own likes or dislikes) but it was entirely intentional for it to be that fast. I wanted the pace to be a sprint basically to be able to feel fast paced like an action scene. It also helps you easily enter Luce’s head which is fast and entirely confused when their life changes at midnight

Ofc in chapter 2 the pacing does slow down cause I like settling and stewing in a scene as my wwc readers know

[hausofmamadas]

SE LA ARRANCA A MORDIDAS | mystery of Amado's anonymous lady-hustlers, solved

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Holy father who art in heaven, do I have some fucking cracked ass head-canon nonsense for us to👏🏽 day👏🏽 …………….. let’s get to it shall we??

so idk if anyone anyone being the largely nonexistent narcos fandom aka the void Im speaking into remembers that one scene from Narcos in S3 where sleazy!OG!Amado told that one story about those sex workers who robbed him blind, mid-mamadita?

anyone ..... no?

dwdwdw that's okay bc I brought some visual aids to assist in our collective remembrance of this glorious occasion

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The scene starts like this: 👇

Okay, yeah, right? legendary? legendary. just truly legendary behavior skfjskj on all fronts. but the identities of these social justice warriors— no wait activists— no wait, crusad— er no, patriarchy demolishers? iconic crimies with a penchant for for mid-fellatic felonies like armed robbery have been completely anonymous thus far.

…………… until now.

Bc as always, Narcoverse papis Doug Miro, Andrés Baiz, and Carlo Bernard, never fail to fill in the blanks except when they do cause Griselda left a lot to be desired and this is arguably the best ep of the show which, yeah. it’s never ideal when the best ep of a 6ep limited series is the 2nd one si me entiendes😬😬😬 but we digress because im 99.99999999999999% sure if these two sex workers from Griselda aren’t also the two legends who hustled Amado’s dick money out his pants pockets without having to fire so much as a single shot, I’m fairly certain they’re at least inspired by and carrying the torch aka bottling and distilling that Big Dick Energy to perfection of those brave women.

What gave me this idea? So glad you asked dear reader you didn’t but we’ll just pretend you did cause this my haus KEKW…. No like even I rolled my eyes at my own self for that but i couldn’t refrain either.

It all happened when I was nursing my new obsession with a one, Mr. Darío Sepúlveda a name I would most certainly believe to be fucking fake were he not an irl human bean.

👇👇 THIS slice of sweet, cherry pie right tf here

And I stumbled upon this one specific part, where the look on this chick’s face is SO FUCKINGKDHDHDGWVE SIMILAR to Amado’s face, when he’s explaining 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇how the burgling commences when the gurgling is interrupted by with an uncomfortable silence, as this chick proceeds to, hog still in mouth, cease any and all throat activity and fuckingskdfjskl just stare. up. at. him.

all 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

Like tell me homegirl’s face here👇👇 👇👇 doesn’t look just like it????????????

YOU CANTSJSHSJSHWUS YOU cANT. EVIDENCE IS IRREFUTABLE.

Anyway. Movingright along.

So, if aforementioned homegirl is the 🙇🏻‍♀️ from la historia del grande señor de los cielos, then that makes this ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️ ... homegirl’s accomplice

with the👇👇sidearm

and like the general only slightly subtle "I eat dicks like urs for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a midnight snack" vibes that this duo is serving throughout but esp below bc never will I ever not refer to a fuckboy as mancito from now until I'm in my grave alsdkjfa like MANCITO. THE WAY SHE SAYS IT WITH SUCH ALSKDJFKS CONTEMPT, CAN YOU STAND IT????? makes it so clear in my mind's eye how they could 100000000000%% be the unnamed heroes thieves from Amado's little story

also full 180 just on the low but can we all moment of silence for this 👇👇 FUCKINGSDLDFJ LOOK ON DARIO'S FACE WHEN SHE CORRECTS HIM, "quien te dijo eso? ... un mancito?" LIKE HE FUCKIGNSLDFKJSLKJ KNOWS, HE KNOWS HE HAS ERRED ON THIS PATH, HE KNOWS HE CANNOT PASS GO, CANNOT COLLECT 200 DOLLARS AND HE HAS THE GOOD SENSE TO BE GRACIOUS ABOUT IT AND IMAS;DFLIJA;LWEJF;KAJWE;FAKJ; SFUCKINGS DFKLJSLDF JA;K CRYING, SCREAMING, THROWING UP, INCONSOLABLE. LIKE LOOK. AT THIS. OKAY, THAT A MAN, NO MANCITO

*smacks own face, jiggles head back and forth, takes deep breath* anyway.... back to the story

and this is where this prob super unhinged really solidifies bc let's join hands class and pledge alliegance to the most impressive and noteworthy alpha but in the most non-cringe way assertion of dominance I have ever fucking witnessed in all my days. Like, legit the next time i'm into a dude the way i say this like it's not an 'if' bc RIP to my love life lbr fuck all that playing coy, fuck all that flirting. We just gonna get right to the point bc imma climb all over his lap, purr in his face, and ask about his hobbies like it's the 1978 equivalent of a Hinge profile SKSKKSK

and the next time I am spurned I will absolutely grab his junk in a naked hahahaksdjfk grab for a proper leash power to gain the upper hand in the situation and shame any and all menfolk who claim to not like me bc I'm not their 'type.' which like sksjsjsjs admittedly poor Dario just said that as a pretense to get the chisme from the chick who hates Grislenda bc the look of unconcealed regret on his face when Mistress Mamma Crotch Snatcher Morton gets up seems like a good indicator he would've paid to play with his balls

BUT LIKE SIDE BY SIDE WITH AMADO GETTING TO THE metaphorical CLIMAX bc I sincerely doubt they let him bust, mid-robbery OF HIS STORY, CAN WE NOT SEE HOW CLEARLY THESE TWO WOMEN WERE THE ONES WHO JACKED AMADO OFF– NO WAIT THEY DECIDEDLY DID NOT DO THAT ALL OF AMADO’S SHIT, LIKE CAUGHT PAPI WITH HIS ACTUAL PANTS DOWN SKSJSB

and lest any of us were convinced that Lady "Hijueputa Mandona Esa" who hates Griselda wasn't the one holding the gun on Toque, telling Amado she's gonna have her friend chew clear through his disco stick like some froot by the foot, please refer to exhibit B here ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️where she's manspreading for jesus in these fucking hot pants. I mean try to tell me that ain't power. c'mon

AND THEN THE WAY SHE FUCKINGSLDFKJSL HUSTLES DARIO FOR EXTRA CASH, ALL "you gotta pay me more than that pittance bc yeah, she were a mouthy bitch but I didn't hate her that bad" ensuring he had no choice but to leave a tip, just like our pobre mujeriego, himbo extraordinaire, Sleazy!OG!Amado

And if this isn't the most iconic reminder to tip your servers, folks which everyone should be doing already I truly don't know what is.

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taglist: @ashlingnarcos @tofuwildcard @narcolini @drabbles-mc

[demontonic]

Hayden Christensen - The first time - 2

let’s pretend that i didnt already start writing this for a separate story before i decided to just add it in for a part 2 please and thank you! Here’s part 1 if you haven’t read it and my masterlist for more!

word count: 1998

You had landed a part in Star Wars after years of auditioning for any possible role. You had struck mainstream fame after a horror movie you did for Rob Zombie. They had introduced an interesting character, they wanted to give Darth Vader a devotee, of course after Padme he never loved again but they wanted to show how exactly he dealt with it immediately after her passing. The audition was a scene in which said devotee breaks after pining for his approval the entire series.

“I have given you everything I am, I betrayed everything I ever knew, and I have done everything you ever asked! Just once I want you to see me, all I do, all I am is for you… Anakin.” Your voice sounded empty, defeated, broken and angry. Unrequited love in the worst case scenario possible, falling in love with a widowed sith lord. The story outside all the theatrics however was quite the opposite.

“Chosen one, how’s your morning old man?” You taunted in a merry voice, the taller blond man just shook his head. A smirk resting on his lips as he scoffed at the weak attempt of a joke.

“You aren’t too far behind me lady,” he dropped his bag onto the blue mat next to yours. Soon Hayden towered over you awaiting the inevitable comeback, something you’d grown accustomed to during training.

“Twelve years is enough for me to give you shit big papi,” you shoved his torso once you felt your neck stiffening at the uncomfortable angle it required to look at him.

“Well I thought you two weren’t supposed to get along,” Dave Filoni, you swear you could spend hours thanking this man for his work in the Star Wars universe, afterall he did create your character.

“Dave!”

“Hayden!”

They briefly shook hands, clearly having a deep respect and adoration for each other as long time coworkers and friends. Behind Dave however was this redhead, she was older than you but still younger than Hayden. She was the trainer's assistant who very much liked to try and correct Hayden, despite him having more experience than most of us. It wouldn’t have struck a chord with you, it shouldn’t have, but when she placed her hands around his arms to adjust his ‘lightsaber’ it angered you deeply. Luckily for you she seemed to be in quite the chipper mood, “Fan- fucking -tastic,” you thought while watching her drool over him.

“-And then we’ll get started on your final battle, sound good?” Dave looked between you and Hayden, a nod coming from you both before he walked away; being replaced by the main trainer, Harry.

“Morning, Milord, lover girl, Jess.” His voice was relaxed as always, he was a gentle man despite the skills he had taught us. He could cheer you up and stop you from being discouraged one moment and then completely body slam you the next. You were forever grateful he was the trainer, because if it was that snotty bitch Jessica, you’d never catch a break. He liked to refer to us using names related to our characters to ‘get us in the headspace’ you just thought it was cute.

“Morning puff, how was the commute this morning?” You teased since he always complained about traffic, but today he gave you a knowing look. Puff was the nickname you gave him, his hair was insanely fluffy and long it also was a very light blonde.

“Well I’ll have you know it was better today, I hope that’s how your choreography goes as well since we’re gonna start breaking down your final battle today.” He grabbed a pole before swiftly turning to us, a test he’d do every now and then to see if we could spring into action. Of course, being the teacher’s pet I’d met his ‘blade’ first.

“Ah my lover girl, always quick on her feet,” his praise made you smile while he stood down, returning to his previous spot.

“She still needs to keep her legs braced properly, her stance is weak,” Jessica spat while she walked over to Harry, twirling her pole in hand cockily. To be fair she’d won many matches against you, but as of recently you had the winning streak.

“Now Jess-”

“Wanna give it a go, see how weak my stance really is?” You proposed, walking out to the middle of the mat, leaving Hayden to stand lonesome in the corner. He loved your drive, your constant need to prove yourself against that wretched woman. Not many people fancied her, it wasn’t hard to understand why, Hayden was not one of those people.

“Any day, any time, you know I’m always ready,” she quickly met you in the middle, poised for action, awaiting your first strike.

“Are you?” You had been working on this rendition of Hayden’s move, it was your personal touch to the character. It was the famous ‘Obi-Ani’ however when the saber went behind your back the blade would be downturned. From there it would switch hands, strike once it was brought forth, then switched back to your right hand. That was exactly how you started, she hadn’t been able to combat it and in the fictional universe her hand would be severed. In the real world, you hit her wrist very hard, you hoped to see the bruise later on.

“Impressive! I didn’t know you had finally polished that move, I think it will do well in the choreo.” Harry quickly declared before getting in between you two. Hayden also approached you, his hand turned your shoulder to face him.

“What even was that?” He sounded impressed, almost childlike especially with the smile that accompanied the question.

“I took your move, and I made it my own master,” you said cockily with a shit eating smile. Harry’s praise made you smile, but Hayden’s interest made you jump for joy.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

It had been a few hours now, you had gone through 4 out of 10 parts of the battle and you were starting to get frustrated. The lightsaber part had never been an issue, but the footwork on your part was intense. It had to be because by now Anakin was Darth Vader his mobility was nothing like the prequels. To keep Hayden stiff they had pads on his arms and knees to limit the movement. On top of that there was a lot of dialogue throughout the beginning, so you kept circling each other, anticipating each other's next moves.

“Again, let's slow it back dow-“

“No. Let’s do it again, I just need to keep doing this until I get it.” It wasn’t a backflip or some mind blowing parkour, however the transition from running, to sliding, up to your knees; and then trying not to fall back while Hayden pushed down on you with his saber wasn’t easy.

“Do you want me to ease up?” God sometimes you just wanted to hit him with the pole when he tried to water it down for you. He came from a good place but amidst your frustration, and Jessica’s relentless corrections you were losing control.

“No, just start again at 3”

“Okay, on your line”

And with a heavy sigh you repeated the last line of your spiel. “Just once I want you to see me, all I do, all I am is for you… Anakin.” Your voice was harsh, it was unmissable so as Hayden began his attack, you deflected with more force than normal. Your jaw was clenched and your fists tight. Your eyes were set on Hayden, it was like you were doing the scene for the actual take, hell it was like you were actually living this scenario.

“Anakin is no more, I killed hi-“

“Liar!”

You stepped forward going back into the confrontation, your sabers clashing louder than before. Grunts leaving your throat as you push your tired body to perfection, until you catch sight of Jessica. Her glare stuck on you as if you killed her favorite person, it just made you fume. The next part is when you cut off Vader’s left hand and while normally you let Hayden put his hand down, you hit the back of his hand. Finally it had clicked that you weren’t okay, something was bothering you and he had a pretty good idea why. However he remained silent and followed through with the scene.

“All this time, did you think I might fall in love with you? Your pride consumes you, padawan.”

“And your grief consumes you.” You said through clenched teeth, this was where you had to jump off a blue block they’d set up. As you jumped down, you rolled onto your knees before running at Hayden, and to avoid his saber you slid beneath it. Once you turned to face him, you hurriedly got onto one knee finally making it on time before your sabers clashed. He pushed down on you and you could feel your shoe slip against the slick fabric of the mats. You were fed up with this plastic always fucking this part up so you pushed back with all your upper body strength.

Not your best moment.

Hayden fell back as you stood up and this finally calmed you down from your mood. You breathed heavily while you walked over to help him back up, twirling your saber mindlessly. You looked down at the blonde, holding your hand out wordlessly in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I just-“

“Let’s take a break, and talk about this.” Hayden interjected before hurriedly ushering you to the parking lot. There was nothing to say, it was childish of you to act out, it was embarrassing, you couldn't begin to process the emotions pooling in your stomach. He unlocked his car and opened the door for you without hesitation, he was scarily calm as you got in the passenger seat. It didn’t take long for him to get into the driver’s seat, long strides equaled less steps. Once he was seated the silence continued for a moment, you wouldn’t dare meet his gaze.

“Jessica is a hard person to be around, I’m sure you’ve had a few instances like that in the workplace. Y/N you are giving her what she wants when you get angry, people like that thrive off your misery.” Hayden Christensen, he had to be God’s favorite, he was so nice and understanding. A gentle giant trying to reason with a short psycho, perfect.

“It disappoints you as much as it does me-“

“I’m not disappointed in you, if anything I’m proud… surprised even.”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah, Harry assumed you would’ve chewed her head off by now. You saved me 20 bucks”

“So what I’m hearing is you think I could win in a fight.” The mood was lighter now, you both sported bright smiles while the banter continued.

“I wouldn’t have put money on you if I didn’t think you would,” he was being sincere and you knew by the way he spoke so effortlessly.

“Might not be for much longer, it’s like she gets worse everyday- that or my tolerance is getting shorter.” This time your tone sounded defeated, sure you’ve dealt with more stressful things in life, but it seemed as though you had no more patience left. Hayden quickly took note of this and used the leverage of you being a Star Wars nerd to cheer you up.

“Have faith love, everything will soon be set right… I’ve been told she’ll be transferred to a different project anyway. Someplace far far away from us,” His voice dwindled to a hushed volume, it was soothing.

“That would bring peace to the entire city.” He laughed at your brutal joke before changing the subject.

“So do you think we can go in there and try to play nice?” The question lingered for a moment before you reluctantly answered him.

“I don’t make promises.”

“But?”

“But… I will try.”

“Atta girl.”

@oogachakaooga

@lonelywitchv2

@papas-peepee

[count-alucard-tepes]

how would the op hotties react to seeing their small 4 children staring at them with wide eyes in the dark, talking in synce, “ we had a nightmare and can’t sleep 👁️👁” late at night

Kizaru ✨: *opens his arms* “…come here and get some rest”

Akainu🌋: *takes them back to their bedrooms and helps them fall asleep*

Ryokugyu 🌱:

Fujitora 🐅: “…let me get this right, so all of you had the same nightmare? At the same time…”

Sir Crocodile 🐊: *screams* “Christ! You all will be the death of me!”

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: *did not wake up*

Benn Beckman 🔫: *still waking up* “…okay…you guys can’t all fit here though…let’s go back to your rooms”

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: *goes and makes some hot milk for the babies while they cuddle in bed before coming back and listening to the dream*

Killer🔪: *goes to check on the kids and then takes them to bed, eventually falling asleep with them too*

Kaido🐉: *is literally still asleep*

King 👑 : *yawns and cuddles his babies into his chest, wrapping his wings around them* “…there, there…it was just a nightmare”

Queen👑:

Izou🔫🔫: *cuddles inbetween the kids and listens to their dream*

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒:

Oven Charlotte 🍞: *scoops his little ones and cuddles them* “…daddy’s here …try to get some sleep”

Buggy🤡: “oh my little babies! Come to daddy!”

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: *rubs his eyes tiredly and gestures for them to jump in bed*

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: *did not wake up*

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: “…come here, little ones”

Who’s-Who ❤️‍🔥👹: “…Kay…come cuddle with papi”

Gecko Moria🦇: “…that was probably my fault….somehow”

Iceburg💜: “…suck it up and get back to bed…daddy has work in the morning”

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅:

Rob Lucci🐆:

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

(Alright. This should be the last in my little series. Unless I come up with more ideas which is likely. I like writing angst. Hope it’s fun to read!)

— —

Blame. A funny word. An unfunny concept. Who gets it? How does one know? Usually, everyone has their own concept of blame, especially those who were hurt.

What if those who were hurt blame themselves? Say all the hurt is their fault?

That might differ.

—

Dusk stood in the middle of his trashed room. Objects were thrown from here to there. Papers and fabrics were ripped. Even the mattress was off his bed. He did all of this in no time. He did all of this because he’s a monster who can’t control his anger. He snaps at anyone who gets too close, and before he knows what he’s doing, something is broken or something is hurt. All of this because he can’t forgive a grieving man or let himself understand how his mere existence harmed the brothers he loves beyond his comprehension.

Why is Dusk like this? Why can’t he stop himself? Why can’t he make up for causing so many problems?

—

Domino turned off all of the lights in his room and found the darkest corner to cry in. He shouldn’t even be allowed to cry. He had everything handed to him, and in having that, he ripped it away from so many others. He bounce from his biological family that gave him pure love, to his adoptive family who loved him as well but had practically infinite money. And the second he lost his adoptive parents, he was thrust back to his biological family, as if he should have everything.

Meanwhile people were struggling. His biological family was struggling while he loved a comfortable life. People were in need while Domino got to inherit money just because he was lucky enough to be adopted.

Why can’t Domino stop causing pain for others? He should suffer for once too. He shouldn’t be allowed to cry.

—

Canis hid under his blanket and he clung to his stuffed animal. Everything in his life had become scary. He didn’t know what people were doing or why. He only knew people who looked at him seemed worried and sad.

Why were they sad? Did he do something? What did he do wrong? He’ll apologize! He’s sorry!

Canis even made sure to pick up all his toys and put them away, even if he almost cried touching some of them. Especially the ones Papi gave him. He could only see Papi getting mad at Birdie and having to be forced away from him.

Why was Papi mad? Was it because of him too? He’s sorry! Canis is sorry!

—

Kit drug herself out of bed, opened her drawer, and fished out those stupid drawings. She started to cry again, ruining the paper with even more teardrops. Teardrops that she should probably be shedding more of based on the pain she’s been causing.

She was given all all Fellow could get while he took care of her despite being a child himself. He even starved some nights on the street so she could eat enough. She then fell sick and he alone had to scrounge up money and food. Even worse she disappeared, and in doing so, left their stuff unattended to be robbed and Fellow unattended to be pushed down a horrible path.

Now she’s back and they accept her as if nothing has changed. She hasn’t been her for ten years. She hasn’t been here to help her elder brother at all. She hasn’t been here to see any of Gidel’s life or what he shares with Fellow.

She just takes from everyone and leaves them to suffer. She’s absolutely horrible.

—

Toryn sits on his bed, just letting his mind wander as he feels he feels disconnected from everything. He is an outsider in all sense of the word. He was shoved into a world he had no business being in, only to be given the grace of kind souls who called themselves his family. A family he didn’t deserve. Yet he was still an outsider, needing to still be underwater and seeing their world through a pane of glass.

Now he’s back in the world he was originally from. Yet a world he wasn’t in for seventeen years. He might be able to be with others but he can’t interact. No one wants a sharp fanged and clawed being to suddenly insert themselves into your life. People her just think he’s dangerous, though he never wants to hurt anyone. He’s shoved away.

Staying in any place would just be Toryn shoving himself down someone’s throat. It already hurts to do that. He shouldn’t impose more than the cruelty him existing is already doing.

—

Blame. A thought often misplaced by those who have been hurt.

Lilia doesn't hesitate to comfort Dusk, even if his son pushes him away, he'll still be there for him. It's the least he can do to make up for everything's he's done.

Deuce isn't the brightest, but he'll always be there for his brother. He doesn't want him going into a dark place with him around, Deuce can't lose him again.

Vargas wastes no time in scooping up Canis and holding his son close to him. He soothes his cry and hums as he rocks the wolf cub.

Gidel finds Kit and rushes off to grab Fellow, he drags the fox beastman to her to which he pushes them together and climbs in the middle of them. Gidel can't speak, but he's determined to keep his family together and comfort them as well.

Floyd's the one whose the most in touch with emotions. So once he spots Toryn sitting on his bed, he leaves to grab Jade. They return and wrap Toryn up in the tightest hug they can manage. They're not letting their brother go anytime soon.

[sisilafami]

2023

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Billy Woods - Maps

Bucky Malone - DERREN

Cash Cobain - Pretty Girls Love Slizzy / Slizzy Day

Chavo - Chavo's World 3

Che - Crueger / Closed Captions

Chloe Hotline - jouissancé

Chicken P - BussaBrick Vol.3 ReallyRich4eva / Ain’t Lost Shit

Dani Kiyoko - REAL $tREET RUNNA 3

DaeMoney - Slae Season 3

Dai Ballin - 844 pt.3 / 448 Pt. 2

Durkalini - PYRO THE PASTOR

Four50 - DRUNKEN STYLE

Devstacks - Scriptures

Earl Sweatshirt - VOIR DIRE

El Cousteau - Dirty Harry

Funny $money - Dont Talk 2 Much, Vol. 2 / Trap Money (w/ Trap Baby)

HavinMotion - Bang Music

J Billz - Streetz Hottest Young'n

Ju Swipin - #786FreeBro

L5 - Blood on switch st

Lil Gray - Swipe Renaissance

Lil Tony Official - TKEY / Chasin Pape deluxe (w/PCF Jaey)

Lilqua 50 - Only For The Fans

Los - War On Drugs 2

Lucille Ghatti - BLACK BALLED

ManMan Savage - For Players Only

Moh Baretta - Unorthodox

NBA YoungBoy - Don't Try This At Home

NeedNoName - All Off Backendz 2 Deluxe

Popstar Benny - University!

Raised Round Bosses - Ain't NuN Better Den A Cracking Phone Vol 2

Reace Sosa - Till I Touch The Ground Again

RealYungPhil - Victory Music

Reed - Downtown Chronicles

Rob Lee - Level Up

Rx Papi - Marlo

Rylo Rodriguez - Been One

SCY Jimm - Trench Baby / Highly Favored

Sérane - SGPM

Shaudy Kash - On The Yeah Side 2

Sideshow - DON’T JUST STAND THERE!

SparkHeem - Survivors Guilt

Starlito - LOVE DRUG

Subiibabii - Subiworld / swagg school / WEBB

Super Throwed Dave - Smacking Fire

Talinwya - BiRDMAN & Deluxe

Teeglazedit - The Blueprint

TrapKane - Free My Team

Tree - FREE TREE

Yung Threat - Se Grim Reaper

Valee - CAR TOONS

Vayda - breeze

Wiki - 14K Figaro

Contemporary : 

Lionel Marchetti - MÉANDRE(S)

Eva-Maria Houben - Toccata et Fuga (celebrating our disorientation)

Jeph Jerman - registro de piedra

Ayami Suzuki & Leo Okagawa - while it's warm

Graham Lambkin - No Better No Worse Vol 3

Stephen Yip - By Moonflowers

Jim O'Rourke - Steamroom 61

Atte Elias Kantonen - a path with a name

Natasha Barrett - Reconfiguring the Landscape

Action Pyramid & Jack Greenhalgh - Mardle: Daily Rhythms of a Pond

Véhicule - Aubusson

Antoine Beuger & Anastassis Philippakopoulos - floating by

Mordecoli - Château Mordécoly

Jana Winderen - The Blue Beyond

Kate Carr - on cabbages, salt, bacteria and transformations

MP Hopkins - Misting

Maddalena Comunale Massaro - La Religione Degli Insetti

Zizia - Genera

Sunik Kim - Potential

DDK Trio - A Right to Silence

Damon Smith, Louis Wall & NNN Cook - Fire Point

David Velez - Beta Vulgaris

Digital Beats :

Chuquimamani-Condori - DJ E

Ghost Notes Worldwide with billdifferen_ Funk Special mix 24/08/2023

Nidia - 95 MINDJERES

Tropa do Bruxo - Baile do Bruxo (DELUXE)

Dj Nigga Fox - Gás Natural 2 (Dedicação ao Nagrelha)

Nondi_ - Flood City Trax

Olof Dreijer - Rosa Rugosa EP

jaijiu - SET ULTRARRÁPIDO DE 10 MIN FUNK 260 BPM

DJ Manny - Hypnotized

Maryyx2 - Silent Noise (The Album)

Speaker Music - Techxodus

HiTech - DÉTWAT

Amal - PRESSURE

Emma DJ - g0drm2

DJ Smiley Bobby - Dhol Tasha Drum Exercises from Maharashtra

Dj Wesley Gonzaga - Antidepressivo

R’n’B:

Amaarae - Fountain Baby

Brent Faiyaz - Larger Than Life

Lucille Ghatti - Tears from a clown

Jim Legxacy - homeless n_gga pop music

Vontee the Singer - LOVERS & FRIENDS

Other stuff: 

John T. Gast - SINEAD MEMORY TAPE (2015)

Canva6 - Cco2

Model Home - endless spool / SMMR MMRY / 20 / JuJu MineField

Matana Roberts - Coin Coin Chapter Five_ In the garden

Nourished by Time - Erotic Probiotic 2

Jeff Tobias - Music from Milky Way Underground

Aprxel - tapetumlucidum_3

Fever Ray - Radical Romantics

Rắn Cạp Đuôi - *1

Sbatax - Spires

NewJeans - Get Up

Babsy Konate - Tounga

New old :

Black Rob - Life Story 2

Don Cherry & Jean Schwarz - Roundtrip (1977) (Live)

Hiroyuki Onogawa - August in the Water- Music for Film 1995-2005

Jon Hassell - Further Fictions [Rec. 1989]

Lil Kev - Lil Kev Mix 04-18-12 (Full Mixtape) (youtube)

Main Source - The Science

Primetime and Digga - PRIMETIME & DIGGA GREATEST HITS

Various Artists - Unruly Records Anthology - 1991-1995 (The Early Years)

[drvirgus]

The life you dreamed of

(Series)

Description: Y/n a K-pop Idol of the 5-Member Group Moonlight. But what happens when she falls in Love? How exactly is her life as an Idol and why did she become one?

Idol! Yeji X Idol! Reader

Warnings: Bullying and Suicide, curse words

Chapter 16:

Masterlist

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Noh Jeong-Yang: Do you not remember, or are you just pretending not to? Maybe the name Kim Wooyeon will jog your memory. Do you remember? You bullied her. Because of you... Because of you, she died! Want to know who I'm talking about? Then read until the end. It was June 2014. Kim Wooyeon had just entered middle school, and I can still vividly recall how she always laughed and smiled. But something was off. Again and again, she came to school with bruises, and her smile faded. She was being bullied. It wasn't uncommon for me to see Wooyeon searching for her clothes, books, shoes, or whatever else she had lost around the school. Eventually, I witnessed Wooyeon being beaten. She was blackmailed, beaten, and robbed. I genuinely tried to help her, to stand up against A. But A prevented that. I was never beaten or insulted by A, but A had chosen her victim, and that was Wooyeon. No one could help her. It went on like this for several months. Wooyeon became pale, and she could barely smile or cry. She took her own life. On December 31, 2014, Wooyeon jumped from the school roof. I wouldn't be shocked if A pushed her off.

kpofan: This is absolutely heart-wrenching. How can someone be so cruel to another human being, especially to the point where it leads to such a tragic outcome? My condolences to Kim Wooyeon's family. 😢 #StopBullying

Maria267: I can't believe this is happening in the K-pop world. Any guesses on which idol could be involved? I hope they face the consequences. 😢

I-mblind: I can't even begin to comprehend the pain and suffering that Kim Wooyeon must have endured. It's sickening that anyone could be so heartless to drive someone to such a desperate act. We need to stand up against bullying and create a safer environment for everyone. 💔

koreanzzz: Who could do something so awful to another person, let alone a young student like Kim Wooyeon? My heart breaks for her and her family. This is a stark reminder of the importance of kindness and empathy. #EndBullying

blackpink4life: OMG, this is so heartbreaking! Can't believe a K-pop idol could do something like this. Any guesses on who it might be? 💔

jinsArmy: Absolutely tragic. The K-pop world is supposed to be a family. Who do you think is the idol involved? I can't wrap my head around this. 😔

4thgenbch: Reading this article on a K-pop site is shocking. Who else is here trying to figure out who the idol might be? This is beyond sad. 😞

746: Speculation is running wild in the comments. Who could it be? The K-pop community needs answers. 😞

Noh Jeong-Yang: You want to know who it is? It's none other than Y/n L/n from Moonlight

moonlightlove: No way! Y/n from Moonlight? She's always seemed so sweet and kind. I can't believe she would be involved in something like this. 😱

Yunahims: I've always thought Y/n had a cold and distant vibe. Those who said she's sweet probably fell for her public image. This is really shocking. 😨

Jy-papi: I never trusted Y/n. Something about her always seemed off. Maybe this is the real her, and we've been fooled by her public image. 😕

4thgenbch: I never would have expected Y/n to be involved in something like this. She's always been so warm and approachable. Something doesn't add up. 🤔

kpofan: I never trusted Y/n. She gives off this vibe like she's not as nice as she appears on camera. It's disappointing, but not entirely unexpected. 🤷

Y/nnr1fan: I can't believe people are turning on Y/n. She's always been lovely in interviews and fan interactions. Maybe there's a misunderstanding or misinformation circulating. 🤨

mywaifuLia: Y/n always seemed a bit distant, to be honest. I wouldn't be shocked if there's some truth to these accusations. People can hide a lot behind a smile. 😔

Yeji'slover: Y/n having a 'resting bitch face' doesn't mean she's capable of something like this. Let's not jump to conclusions based on appearances. 😓

shipper_20: I refuse to believe Y/n would do something like this. She's always been gracious and kind to her fans. There has to be some mistake. 💔

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Smiling, I raised my hands. We had just returned from our fan meeting in Thailand. My hair was tied back in a ponytail, as usual. Like always, since we were at the airport, I was dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, while the others next to me looked quite chic.

Hanni beside me chuckled as she glanced at my outfit once again, "Is there going to be another article about Y/n's terrible airport clothing?" she asked loudly enough for all of us to hear. I chuckled in response, "Hey, it only looks terrible because you all look so darn fancy," I replied, earning agreement from Yunjin.

However, my eyes widened as I noticed the reporters trying to bypass the security fence to get closer to us. Until now, they had been peaceful, asking a few questions about the fan event and the flight, and inquiring about any upcoming comebacks. But now, they seemed more aggressive, their voices getting louder, prompting the bodyguards to immediately take their positions.

"Y/n, have you ever bullied someone?"

"In middle school, did you hit anyone, Y/n?"

"Have you ever blackmailed others?"

"What do you have to say to the victim's family?"

"Why did you do it?"

My forehead furrowed in confusion, my mouth slightly agape. Bullying? Me? I glanced briefly at my members, who were just as bewildered as I was. I quickly looked back at the reporters, my arms lowering.

"Do you know someone named Kim Wooyeon? And are you familiar with Noh Jeong-Yang?"

My breath caught at the mention of the names. My eyes widened as I looked at the reporter. I didn't move. I just continued to stare at the reporter who uttered those names. My heart raced dramatically, but soon I felt one of the bodyguards touch my shoulder, urging me to follow my members.

My head hung low. My head pounded.

How... did they know those names?

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"What was that?" Hanni asked, visibly confused as her eyes now landed on me. However, I said nothing. I just continued to stare at my hands, rubbing them against my pants over and over again. It felt like I was suffocating.

"Who are Kim Wooyeon and Noh Jeong-yang?" Yuna asked, looking around. My hands twitched slightly as I replayed that question over and over again in my mind. Haewon and Yunjin looked at me. Haewon's expression remained blank, and Yunjin just gazed at me with concern.

"As if Y/n could bully someone? Sure, she likes to tease her friends, but bullying?" Yuna scoffed incredulously. I still didn't say a word. I just continued to rub my hands against my pants. My eyes widened as I noticed blood on my hands.

I panicked, gasping for air. My mouth opened. The car we had been sitting in all this time came to a stop. I quickly opened the door. Without waiting for my members or paying attention to them, I headed towards our dorms. Since I had my own key, I rushed into my room, leaving the front door open for the others.

There, I immediately took off my jacket. I tossed it carelessly onto my bed and took deep breaths. My breathing became erratic, coming out in short bursts from my mouth and nose. Pressing my back against the wall, I slowly slid down. Tears welled up in my eyes. I... was suffocating...

"Y/n?" I heard a soft voice from my bedroom door. A gentle knock followed shortly after. But I didn't even look at the door. I was still trying to control my breathing. "I'm fine. Just tired... Goodnight, Yunjin," I replied as casually as possible. Fortunately, the door was locked.

"Are you sure?" I heard a soft voice against my door. This time, I gasped for air, "Yes. Yes, everything's fine. Don't worry," I said, pulling my legs close to my body, wrapping my arms around them as I disappeared into the darkness of my room.

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Flashback

"Y/n," I heard someone say joyfully and turned around. My eyes almost closed on their own, as it was early in the morning, and I had been playing games all night. I saw a black-haired girl coming towards me. She was so fast that she almost knocked me down.

Annoyed, I removed her hand from my shoulder and sighed. I looked at the equally-sized person, "Just chill," I said yawning, making the girl of the same age laugh. "Chill? I should chill? Come on! We're finally in middle school. Besides, I convinced my mom to audition for JYPE!" the black-haired girl exclaimed.

My eyebrows raised, "What? Really? Your mom finally allowed it?" I asked, now appearing much more awake. Excitedly, I jumped up and down, holding her hands as I grinned widely. I nodded my head, "Ji-Eun Unnie also said she supports me," I said, grinning.

Wooyeon laughed joyfully. She also started jumping up and down, "We'll be the best. Me as a K-pop idol, and you as an actress," the black-haired girl said happily, a wide grin on her lips. "Well... I would prefer if we both become idols," she said a bit quieter, her foot starting to sway sweetly back and forth.

I chuckled amusedly, "God, no. Have you seen the hate idols get? They can't even breathe without receiving hate. I can't deal with that," I replied, causing Wooyeon to dramatically roll her eyes. She grabbed my hand, "Oh, come on. Just imagine if we end up in the same group? You can sing too," Wooyeon said, pouting slightly.

But I shook my head again, even using my index finger for emphasis, "Over my dead body. Besides, it's always been my dream to become an actress," I replied, and Wooyeon gave in. She grinned widely again, "Doesn't matter. At least we're in the same entertainment company," the same-aged girl said confidently. I snorted amusedly.

Together, we finally made our way to school and to our class. Unfortunately, Wooyeon and I were in different classes, so I escorted her to hers first. "Will you come to me during the break, or should I come to you?" I asked with a small smile on my face. I heard several people greeting me, so I smiled back and said hello.

Wooyeon smirked. Even though I looked unsympathetic, most people seemed to like my honesty. Wooyeon had been most afraid of that. That I would be treated as an outsider in our new school. But thankfully, this was not the case.

"Loser. Move out of the way," I heard someone say behind me. I saw Wooyeon start to twitch. She immediately took a step aside. But I turned to the person. My eyes slightly narrowed. I hesitated for a moment, but I saw exactly three people behind me. "What happened to saying hello? Can I please pass? Or hey, you're in the way. I'd like to get by," I said.

The taller woman looked at me astonished. Her forehead furrowed as she stared at me, baffled, for a few seconds. After that, I felt Wooyeon grab my arm and pull me to the side. The unfamiliar woman snorted annoyed but simply went into the classroom. My head turned to Wooyeon. Her face almost completely pale.

"Are you crazy? That's Noh Jeong-Yang," Wooyeon said. My eyebrows raised slightly. My face was now even more confused as I simply tilted my head sideways. I heard the same-aged girl tremble a bit, "Yeah. Her father... He's the school principal," Wooyeon said slightly panicked. But I just chuckled, "I don't give a damn. Even if she were the principal herself. You don't talk to others like that. Especially not to strangers."

End of Flashback

[nightmarebrigade]

A guide to hockey nicknames

It’s hockey season my friends, and as a true Canadian who’s spent the last little while glued to the WJC and watching the leafs get sniped day after day, I’ve obviously been thinking about hockey nicknames.

So naturally, I decided to create this little guide. Drop what your hockey nickname would be, I’d love to read them!

Most of the time your main nickname depends on your last name, but there are many nicknames based on first names too.

Most common nicknames based on last names are a shortened version of the name accompanied by an -Sey/ Sie, or a simple S or E

Examples:

Mitch Marner - Marns, Mitchy

Auston Matthews - Matty, Tony, Tone

Connor Bedard- Bedsey

Michael Bunting - Bunts

Alexander Kerfoot - footie

Brady Tkachuk - chucky

Brad Marchand - Marchy

Patrick Marleau - Patty

William Nylander - Willy

Last names may also be shortened and given an -Er

Examples:

Kristopher LeTang - Tanger

Joseph Woll- Woller

Brian Spencer - Spinner

Steven Stamkos - stammer

Alexander Steen - Steener

Sometimes nicknames will be a pun or a play on words related to your last name

Examples:

Jack Campbell - soupy

George Armstrong - chief

Derek Boogaard - boogie man

Francis Bouillon - the cube

Stu Grimson - grim reaper

Leo Labine - Lion

John madden - mad dog

Brad may - May Day

Mark Recchi - wrecking ball

Larry Robinson - big bird

Curtis Sanford - sandman

Rob schremp- cocktail schremp

Jason Spezza - spez-dispenser

Tim Thomas - the tank

Jesper fast - quickie

And other times a nickname can be completely unrelated to your name but has to do with something else

Examples:

Auston Matthews - Papi

Wade Belak - intimidator

Beau Bennett - sunshine

Dave Bolland - the rat, greyhound

David Williams - the tiger

Gary Unger - iron man

Christ Tierney - cobra

Scott stevens - captain crunch

Jason smith - gator

Happy hockey season and go team Canada! 🇨🇦

[loominggaia]

Cómo me imagino a algunos divinos cuando eran niños:

Titania: no se por qué, pero me la imagino como Melissa (es de una novela). Osea, una niña soñadora, que nunca pierde la esperanza aunque las cosas se pongan bien feas

Cerno: creo que sería un niño enérgico y juguetón, que admiraba mucho a su papá y quería ser como el cuando sea grande (cerno de 5 años: te quiero papi!. Padre: yo también, campeón)

Miliko: ese típico niño que a todos les caía mal, pero como que era el dueño de la escuela

Érasmos: un niño solitaria, que solo tenía amigas ninfas y que no se llevaba mucho con otros sátiros por sus deformidades

(Translated via Google Translate)

"How I imagine some divine ones when they were children: Titania: I don't know why, but I imagine her as Melissa (it's from a novel). I mean, a dreamy girl, who never loses hope even if things get really ugly. Cerno: I think he would be an energetic and playful child, who admired his dad a lot and wanted to be like him when he grew up (5 year old Cerno: I love you daddy! Father: me too, champion) Miliko: that typical kid that everyone disliked, but like he owned the school Erasmos: a lonely child, who only had nymph friends and who did not get along much with other satyrs due to their deformities."

Now that's an interesting thought! What were these divines like as children?

Melissa is a beautiful name for a beautiful elf like Titania, I think it fits her nicely. Personally I imagined her as a rather angry girl who felt helpless against the bad things happening in her life, hence why she went mad with power as an adult. But it makes sense that she would be dreamy too, because it's possible that she was always dreaming about how society could be better, and thinking about how she'd make it happen if only she had the power to change things. Once she became a divine...well, playing God turned out to be more complicated than she thought. It's sad to think she was once idealistic and hopeful, until ages of immortality eroded those qualities away. Now she's apathetic and sees no point in life anymore.

I feel the same way about Cerno as you, I also think he was once a playful and innocent child who admired his father more than anyone. He is another tragic case, where his experience as a divine completely changed him for the worse. Now he's reclusive and afraid of everyone, like a hunted animal. Even though he's thousands of years old, at heart he's still just a scared kid who misses his daddy and feels lost in the world.

You're right on the money with Miliko, he's been a shitty little diva since the day he was born. He has natural style and flair, but his beauty is only skin deep. I imagine most of his friends are fake, they just use him to advance their place in society. And Miliko doesn't care if his friends like him or not, as long as they kiss his ass and make him feel special.

Poor Erasmos, this is so accurate. Even the nymphs weren't very nice to him sometimes. I mean, they named him "Gnarl" because apparently his face looked like gnarled wood. That's pretty harsh...but at least they didn't try to kill him, which is what other satyrs did when they encountered him. Erasmos was laughed at and bullied out of revels. He was shunned from society because of his face, and over time this robbed him of all his confidence and faith in other people. His personality turned nasty. He hid away from others. And of course, when he tried to forge his own monster sex slaves friends, that ended up backfiring on him and making everything worse. This dude never stood a chance at life.

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[robocop1906]

Chapter 1

Page 1.....

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; a quote I never fully grasped till today. Today, today was the worst of times.

I had just gone outside with my cup of morning coffee to greet the new day, bathe in the gentle suns early dawn and draw peace from inhaling the sce t of morning dew on lastnights fresh mowed lawn. As is my normal routine after pausing to enjoy this simple moment of life I began the short stroll, across the deck, to my modest home garden; my one delight in retirement.

I greeted each luscious green plant by given names as I gently brushed aside their canopy of leaves to see what secret treasures they concealed behind their delicate shroud. It is a simple pleasure I get each morning, seeing the buds develop, flower and give way to tender young fruit and vegetables. It's like watching a young girl become a woman, bringing new life into the world and somehow I feel like a proud father, watching his young become mature and continuing this dance we call life.

But I was robbed of that joy, my one simple pleasure today. Today......Today, Juan Miguel, the southern horned tobacco worm from across the street stole that from me.

I discovered him passed out, fat and satiated. His stomach,.nay it appeared as though his whole green cigar shaped body was swollen from the rape and pillage of my sweet pepper plants. "Pepper" "Polly" and "Papi" were mere skeletons in dirt. I struggled to fight back tears seeing these twig like wraiths that stood before me!

Their luscious green plumage we worked so hard to develop stripped away! Their plump and swollen peppers they had borne consumed by Juan Miguel in a single night! "My poor children!", I cried, the only words that would spill from my lips; my cup of coffee falling from my trembled grasp, crashing to the wooden deck.

But Juan Miguel slept; still satiated from his desecration of my poor defenseless loves! Rage, primal and raw, boiled inside of me. My domesticated brain reasoned that we should phone the authorities, to let the judiciary deal with this, this monster that law slumbering before me. But the rage beckons justice now! My minds races through a thousand deaths I should inflicted upon Juan Miguel, chivalry and pleasantries leave me as the rage battles for control screaming, "This FAT FUCK must pay!"

End chapter 1.

Ok Tumblr, who's next?

[optimistredsox]

22 June, BOS @ SFG, 5-9, loss

There is not a lot of that game I want to see again. So much went well, but the stuff that went poorly went very, very poorly. We've been on a hell of a run, still making the odd error but not suffering for them. Of the nine runs the Giants scored against us yesterday, only four were earned. We held the lead twice and gave it away. We wasted a decent but not great start by Giolito but, and I would say this is more damning, we wasted a bunch of runs scored AGAINST one of the best starters in the game, Robbie Ray. When you do that well against someone it is so fucking hard to beat, chucking it all away is kind of a crime against baseball. There's no shame in not being able to hit against pitchers that good. But we didn't suffer that problem. Similarly, this was the first game that the lack of Raffy Devers really struck me in that we don't have someone in the lineup I can pin my hopes on. There was a moment in the ninth that Wilyer Abreu was up and I thought about the amazing start he had to the season and how, in spite of injury and falling down to earth a bit he's perfectly serviceable and could come through, but I didn't feel it. There's no one in that lineup that brings hope of changing the game with a swing of the bat. I should clarify: any of those guys on any day can change the game with a swing of the bat. But with the potential exception of Rob Refsnyder against a lefty, none of them bring hope along with chance. Does that make sense? Manny brought hope, Papi brought hope, Pedey brought hope, Mookie brought hope, and Raffy brought hope. We need a hope bat on the team. Will one of these young 'uns become a hope bat? Or will it be Bregman (assuming he's healthy)? I don't know. But the Red Sox need a hope bat. Preferably more than one. Because you don't want to be shrugging and crossing your fingers for hitters one through nine. Especially when those hitters have made so many errors on the field their bats are their only hope at redemption. Anyway. That was a bitter game to watch. But there were some bright sides.

Giolito went 6 and had a better start than the line suggests. He was let down by bad fielding (Duran's error) which meant 2 of the 4 runs he gave up were unearned. He struck out five and walked two.

Cora stacked the lineup with his lefty-killers and they did their job. Rob Refsnyder and Romy Gonzalez, the anti-southpaw platoon (even though they were not actually platooning), both went deep on Robbie Ray. Romy ruined it all by making the fatal error that began the slippery slope of misery, but hey. It's cool when you see lineups working, especially against such a great pitcher.

Ceddanne Rafaela is continuing to do stuff. He went 2-for-4 with a dinger. He also continued to make amazing catches.

Roman Anthony seems content to take walks whilst working out which pitches he wants to swing at. He took another two yesterday so even though he had an 0-fer, he scored a run.

Even though it was against us, it was nice to see Mike Yaz hit a dinger. Wish we'd drafted him.

We kept fighting until the end.

Ugh, I hated that game.

Let's go kick the shit out the Angels.

[elmalo8291]

Below is a detailed text description for a grindhouse poster based on our movie "Audit Season: Miami Vice & Vice Versa – Grindhouse Cut." You can use or adapt this description with any visual artist or image-generation tool:

Poster Title:

"Audit Season: Miami Vice & Vice Versa – Grindhouse Cut"

Overall Style:

A hyper-stylized, retro-grindhouse aesthetic that fuses neon Miami nightlife with blood-splattered, exploitative imagery reminiscent of 1970s exploitation films.

The design is bold and chaotic—brash colors (vivid neon pinks, electric blues, deep blacks) clash with textures like cracked concrete, splatters of blood, and distressed paper that resemble shredded financial documents.

The poster has a collage-like quality, combining elements of political satire, urban decay, and over-the-top action.

Central Imagery:

In the foreground, IRS Agent Destiny Figgs stands in a dynamic, slightly exaggerated action pose. She’s dressed in a sleek, tailored suit with stiletto boots, one hand clutching a giant calculator/gun hybrid, the other raised in a defiant gesture. Her fierce gaze confronts the viewer.

Behind her, blurred in smoky neon haze, is Senator Román “Money Mo” Morales, sporting a gold pinky ring that reads “GUB’MENT.” He’s shown in a debonair yet sinister silhouette, as if caught mid-sneer while accepting a bribe in a coconut water bottle.

To the side, Detective Pierre “Papi Pressure” Baptiste is portrayed with a philosophical air—smoking a cigar, his badge glinting in low light—adding a touch of gravitas and humor.

RICO the Parrot is perched on a pile of shredded audit forms, with a mischievous glint in its eye, symbolizing that even the smallest witness can reveal big secrets.

Background Elements:

The backdrop features a panoramic view of Miami’s neon skyline at night—palm trees, modern skyscrapers, and streaks of light hint at the chaos below.

Overlapping the skyline are faded images of protestors (a million women marching on the White House, stylized in neon outlines) and shadowy figures in action-packed scenes (car chases, drone strikes, and vivid street confrontations).

Splattered across the poster are graphic motifs: shattered glass, official IRS stamps, and floating cryptic symbols that hint at corrupt financial ledgers.

Text & Taglines:

Bold, distressed typography spells out the title at the top in a mix of neon and gritty graffiti style.

The tagline, placed underneath or along the lower third, reads:

"When corruption's the game, every dollar's blood money."

Additional details (director, main cast, and festival awards) are rendered in smaller, typewriter-style text along the bottom.

Atmosphere:

The poster exudes tension and danger: it’s playful yet menacing, urban yet rebellious—a visual manifesto of the film’s blending of satirical political commentary with street-level grindhouse action.

Feel free to adjust any of these elements. Let me know if you need further tweaks or another visual direction!

Ohhh, you want that full-on grindhouse chaos?

Let’s go blood-splattered, cigarette-burned reel, neon-lit retro grime with hyper-sexualized, over-the-top urban warfare, exploitation flair, and cult cinema chaos — Tarantino meets Set It Off meets Machete meets Miami Heatwave from Hell.

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"AUDIT SEASON: MIAMI VICE & VICE VERSA – GRINDHOUSE CUT"

Tagline: “Blood. Taxes. Betrayal. And one high heel to the face.”

Shot in UltraGrimeVision™. Soundtrack by Bootsy Collins, Megan Thee Stallion, and Bone Thugs remixed by DJ Khaled’s evil twin.

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INTRO: 70s STYLE EXPLOITATION TITLE CARD

“WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILM CONTAINS SEXUAL JUSTICE, ACCOUNTING VIOLENCE, AND EXPLICIT AUDITING. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED... ESPECIALLY IF YOU’RE A POLITICIAN.”

Cue: Loud funk riff. Split screens. Boom-boom-pow gunshots.

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FEATURED CAST:

Destiny Figgs – “Tax Queen Supreme”

Her audits are lethal. Her stilettos? Weaponized. She used to dance for dollars—now she dances on graves.

Senator Morales aka GUB'MENT – “His campaign slogan? Rob. Bang. Lie. Repeat.”

Papi Pressure – “Detective. Philosopher. Assassin when needed.”

RICO the Parrot – “Witness Protection? He IS the protection.”

The Coconut Crushers – All-female assassin squad with names like Loan Sharkisha, W-2 Wanda, 1099 Nikki, and Write-Off Rhonda.

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GRINDHOUSE STYLE ACTS:

ACT 1: TAX ME, BABY

Destiny Figgs is introduced in a slow-mo pole spin that transforms into a gun battle at a nightclub, complete with neon tax forms raining down. She executes a hit with an IRS stamp gun — marks you, and BOOM: your accounts freeze as your heart stops.

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ACT 2: THE BRIBE & THE BODYCOUNT

Senator Morales hosts an “Underground Yacht Casino Fundraiser” with blood orgies, bitcoin roulette, and a “Coconut Fight Club.” He pays a hit squad to wipe out whistleblowers using explosive briefcases full of fake tax returns.

Grit filter. Cigarette burns. A record skip when someone gets decapitated with a W-2.

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ACT 3: THE 1 MILLION WOMEN MASSACRE

Shot like a cross between Spartacus and Planet Terror.

Women dressed like pin-up resistance fighters take to the streets. Pink uzis. Gold machetes. Tax-themed war chants.

They overrun D.C. like a candy-coated civil war.

Blood sprays in pastel pink.

Every death scene gets its own freeze frame + comic book panel moment.

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ACT 4: THE FINAL AUDIT

Destiny fights Morales in the Oval Office.

He’s wielding a chainsaw shaped like a tax break.

She’s in latex and chrome armor made from melted IRS vault doors.

RICO the Parrot bites Morales’s eye out mid-monologue.

Destiny shouts:

> "You can’t expense sin, motherf***er!"

Final blow: She uppercuts him through the roof with a golden calculator, and his soul gets audited by God.

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CLOSING SCENE:

Destiny lights a blunt with a burning bribe check.

Voiceover:

"This ain't about money. It’s about the soul of the system. And baby, I just repo’d it."

THE SCREEN FREEZES ON HER SMILE.

Roll credits over booty shaking, tax advice, and stock tips.

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Want the poster art next? Or dive into Episode 2: “Stimmy Checks & Drive-Bys”?

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

My characters do get their happy endings. They go to hell and back, but they get there. They also all get a LOT of therapy.

Dusk and his brothers never stop just being brothers. Oh, they’re the king and royal guards now? Too bad, they’re my little brothers. Headlock time! He also does chill and learn to take care of himself. He’s not constantly floating and is able to use more magic without feeling sick.

Domino tries to make sure everything is perfect for his child. He gets help in seeing that he can’t do everything, and he also is comfortable dragging Silver out of bed to do something. He’s not alone anymore and he knows that. (He also has his brother and mother, not just Silver.)

Canis finally gets the childhood he was robbed of and eventually gets accepted into NRC. His Papi honestly grades him harder than everyone else, but Canis is very skilled, so he’s still in the top of the class. (Grim is still with Canis sometimes. He’s kinda like an uncle. A cat uncle.)

Kit is will put her foot down if anyone insults Kalim or anyone under the guardianship of their family. Kalim puts his foot down if anyone insults Kit or the guardianship of their family. The both of them will root out anything that was held onto just for tradition and ties by working together.

Toryn adores Vil and Vil adores him right back. He made a whole day just to work up to the perfect proposal. Now that it’s accepted he just has a lot of emotions. He needs a bit. Maybe more than just a bit. (How did he keep it together during the proposal day? He didn’t.)

Dekker and Azul never let go of any playful challenge in their relationship. They will always be trying to compete, but now I’m a healthier way. Also Azul helps Dekker cut some of his webs for more healthy relationships.

Ruse adores how free bugs live and so spent his whole life to study them. Check his house out and multiple rooms are covered with different species of bugs. He was told they were gross and pests but now he sees how important they are. He loves to study habits of live specimens too. He also will be at Riddle’s house often despite having his own. He just has a key at this point. (Riddle is free to do the same, he just doesn’t.)

Aw~

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