#projector screen backdrop

[callmeblake]

[pheroyyay]

please tell us everything about titLITE please 🙏

okay so. firstly picture the whole tit set in your mind. now replace the backdrop with a projector screen and literally everything else with cardboard boxes. the humble cardboard box really carried the show.

the dioramas were cardboard boxes with pictures of the actual dioramas glued inside them. and naturally dan's ken was a qui gon jinn doll with a lightsaber who SPOKE and phil was goku. they got distracted by this a lot.

the golden pig was a tiny gold koala moneybox.

they did have sister daniel and father philip outfits wahoo!

they did not have boxing outfits rip. but they had replacement colour coded stuff! the boxing ring was made out of stanchions (those things they use to direct queues).

the phlit/mailbox/silver preshow question box was a little koala backpack.

dan said 'thank GOD we're not in america anymore. i mean, we love them, but thank god' a lot. they also acknowledged and appreciated their rpf win status.

caps still seem to be unavailable from the merch stands! photo cards also sold out.

had the time of my life 10/10 would go again.

[sabrinasopposite]

game-boy !

red kryptonite!clark kent x reader

you got a cute face  and that kept me entertained and the way you said my name,  won't lie, it felt amazing.

summary: clark kent finds himself caught in a whirlwind romance with y/n in metropolis, his heart as unpredictable as a gameboy game. what starts as an exciting, addictive connection soon reveals itself as a series of highs and lows, with y/n unable to escape the emotional rollercoaster. as the game progresses, she realizes she’s been playing a losing game, constantly chasing a happy ending that may never come.

The flickering glow of the cinema screen painted Y/N’s world in shades of silver and shadow. The soft hum of the projector was her comfort, a backdrop to her quiet nights in the old theater nestled in the heart of Metropolis.

Here, stories came to life—perfectly framed, perfectly scripted. If only life outside the reels could be so simple.

“Popcorn for one, or is it two tonight?” she teased, turning to the tall, dark figure leaning casually against the concession stand.

Clark Kent grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye that made her stomach flutter despite herself. “You tell me, Y/N. Think anyone in this city could keep up with me?”

Her laugh was soft, polite—a practiced shield. “Plenty of girls would love to try.”

“Yeah?” He leaned closer, his voice dropping. “But I’m only here for the ones who can keep me guessing.”

Y/N froze, her cheeks heating against her will. She hated how he could do that—turn an ordinary moment into something electric. She tried to play it off, shaking her head as she handed him his ticket. “You’re shameless, Clark.”

“Guilty as charged.” He winked, brushing his hand against hers as he took the ticket. The touch lingered just long enough to make her heart skip before he disappeared into the theater.

Alone again, Y/N let out a shaky breath, her hands clutching the counter as if to anchor herself. She could feel the danger in his charm, the way his words wrapped around her like a velvet ribbon—beautiful, soft, but binding. Like when he said her name, it felt amazing.

She told herself she wouldn’t fall for it

But telling herself something and believing it were two different things.  

The week rolled on like an old film reel, each day blurring into the next. Y/N had her routine: school, work, a quiet walk home. And yet, Clark became the unexpected twist in her predictable story. He didn’t just come to the cinema—he lingered. Each visit brought a new quip, a new glance, a new spark of something she couldn’t quite name.  

“Let me guess,” she said one night as he approached the counter again, his broad shoulders framed by the golden light of the marquee. “You’re starting to think this place needs a loyalty card?”  

Clark grinned, his hands in his pockets as he leaned on the counter. “What’s the point? I already know the best part of coming here isn’t the movie.”  

Y/N felt her cheeks flush, and she ducked her head, busying herself with the popcorn machine. “You really don’t quit, do you?”  

“Why would I?” he asked, his voice laced with that same teasing charm. “You make it too easy.”  

Her lips pressed together, fighting a smile she didn’t want him to see. He was trouble, she could feel it. The kind of trouble that swept you off your feet and left you dizzy, unsure of where you landed.  

“You must have a whole book of lines like that,” she said, her voice light, but there was a trace of something real in her words—an edge of vulnerability she tried to hide.  

Clark tilted his head, his eyes scanning hers like he was searching for something. “Just the ones that work on you.”  

Her heart jumped, and she hated herself for it. She forced a laugh, shaking her head as she handed him his ticket. “Enjoy the show, Clark.”  

“I always do,” he said, his voice softer now, almost thoughtful. “See you, Y/N.”  

He brushed her hand as he took the ticket, the contact brief but electric, before he disappeared into the theater.  

Alone again, Y/N let out a shaky breath, her hands clutching the counter as if to anchor herself. She didn’t know what to make of him—the way he could make her feel special and off-balance all at once.  

The next night, she told herself she wouldn’t let him get to her. But there he was again, standing at her counter with that same easy grin, his presence filling the room like he owned it.  

“You must really like popcorn,” she said, trying to sound indifferent.  

“I like this place,” he replied, his gaze holding hers a moment too long. “And the company’s not bad either.”  

Her stomach twisted. How could someone be so effortlessly charming, so completely... unreal?  

It all started small. A passing comment here, a lingering glance there. Clark had a way of weaving himself into her days, like a melody she couldn’t get out of her head.

“Y/N, are you always this serious?” he asked one evening, leaning against the counter with a smirk. The last show of the night was playing, and the cinema was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of popcorn bags and the faint score from the theater behind them.

“I’m not serious,” she replied, wiping down the counter. “I’m just working. Some of us have to, you know.”

“Oh, come on.” He gestured at the empty lobby. “You’re saying there’s nothing fun about this job? Not even talking to me?”

She paused, giving him a mock glare. “You really think highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” he said with a grin. “But you haven’t told me I’m wrong.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. “Fine. Maybe you make things a little less boring around here.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” He stepped closer, his tone playful but softer now. “So, what do you do for fun, Y/N? Outside of this glamorous life of popcorn and projector reels?”

The question caught her off guard. No one had asked her that in a long time. She shrugged, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “I don’t know. I guess I don’t really have time for fun.”

Clark tilted his head, studying her. “Then let’s change that.” She blinked. “What?”

“Come on,” he said, his eyes lighting up with that same mischievous glint. “After your shift. Let’s get out of here. You and me.”

Y/N hesitated, her heart pounding. She should’ve said no—should’ve reminded herself that he was a walking complication. But instead, she found herself nodding.

“Okay,” she said softly.

That night marked the beginning.

They went for late-night walks through the glowing streets of Metropolis, the city humming with life around them. Clark had a knack for finding hidden gems—quiet diners with the best coffee, rooftop spots with breathtaking views, street performers who played music that made the world feel still. He made her laugh, teased her endlessly, and listened intently when she talked about her dreams, her worries, and the stories she wished she could write for herself.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he said one night as they sat on a park bench, sharing fries from a paper bag.

She laughed, shaking her head. “You don’t even know me.”

��Sure I do.” He turned to her, his expression unexpectedly serious. “I know you’re kind, and smart, and way too hard on yourself. And I know you deserve more than this job you hate and this city that doesn’t appreciate you.”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe someone like him could see her that way.

And so, she let herself fall.

The situationship unfolded like a dream, one where the edges were just blurry enough to ignore the red flags. Clark would disappear for days, only to show up with that same dazzling smile, pulling her back in with an inside joke or a casual touch that lingered.

“Miss me?” he’d ask, leaning against the counter at the cinema as if he hadn’t been gone long enough for her to question where he’d been. “Hardly,” she’d reply, trying to sound unaffected.

But it was a lie, and they both knew it.

The days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself slipping further into Clark’s orbit. He was magnetic, always pulling her closer with that effortless charm. Their late-night escapades became routine—quiet pockets of time that felt stolen from a movie script.

One night, as they sat on the roof of a crumbling building downtown, the city stretched out like a glittering sea beneath them, Clark leaned back on his hands, gazing at the skyline.

“Why do you work so hard?” he asked, his voice low but curious.

Y/N glanced at him, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“You’re always at the cinema,” he said, turning to face her. “Studying, working. Don’t you ever just… want to do something for yourself?”

She hugged her knees, her breath misting in the cool night air. “It’s not that simple. I’ve got rent to pay, and college isn’t exactly cheap. Besides, who has time for themselves in this city?”

Clark frowned, his expression softening. “You deserve more than just scraping by, Y/N.”

His words struck a chord she didn’t know existed. She looked at him, trying to gauge if he meant it or if this was just another line in his endless repertoire. But his face was earnest, his blue eyes steady on hers.

“Not everyone can just…” She hesitated, gesturing vaguely at him. “Be like you. You act like you don’t have a care in the world.”

For a moment, Clark’s expression flickered, a shadow of something she couldn’t quite name crossing his face. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by his usual grin.

“Maybe I don’t,” he said lightly. “Or maybe I just know life’s too short to spend it worrying all the time.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help smiling. “Must be nice.”

“It could be,” he said, nudging her shoulder with his. “If you’d let yourself try it.”

It wasn’t all rooftop views and stolen moments. Sometimes, Clark left her hanging. He’d promise to meet her after her shift, only to vanish without a word. Days would pass, and just when she thought she might never hear from him again, he’d show up—apologetic, charming, and impossible to stay mad at.

“Sorry, got caught up with some work stuff,” he’d say, his voice tinged with just enough sincerity to make her believe him.

And she did. Every time.

Because when he was with her, it felt like the world stopped spinning. Like nothing else mattered but the way he made her laugh, the way he looked at her like she was the only person who existed.

But there was a cost.

One evening, as they sat in her small apartment, the city’s glow seeping through the curtains, Clark leaned back on the couch, tossing popcorn into his mouth.

“You’ve got this whole place to yourself?” he asked, his tone teasing. “I was expecting roommates or something.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Nope. Just me. Not everyone’s lucky enough to have a rent-controlled unit in Metropolis.”

“Lucky?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’d call it resourceful. You’re full of surprises, Y/N.”

She rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her chest spread at his words. He had a way of making her feel seen, even when she didn’t want to be.

“What about you?” she asked, curious. “You’re always showing up out of nowhere. Where do you even live?”

Clark’s grin faltered for a split second before he recovered, tossing another piece of popcorn in the air and catching it. “Oh, you know. Here and there. I’m a man of mystery.”

“Clark…”

He met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “What’s the fun in ruining the illusion, Y/N? Just enjoy the ride.”

She wanted to push, to ask the questions bubbling in her mind. But instead, she nodded, biting back the words.

Because that was what it felt like—a ride. Fast, exhilarating, and impossible to get off, even as she felt herself losing control.

Y/N had never thought of herself as impulsive. Her life had always been a series of calculated steps, careful decisions made to keep her afloat in the chaos of Metropolis. But with Clark, everything was different.

Their moments together were often fleeting, stolen pockets of time that felt more like dreams than reality. She didn’t know when it started—the first time he reached for her hand, or the night he walked her home and lingered on the doorstep just a little too long.

“Goodnight,” he’d said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

And then he kissed her.

It wasn’t the kind of kiss she’d seen in the movies she played every night at the cinema. It wasn’t choreographed or perfect. It was real, slow and searching, his lips brushing hers as if he wasn’t sure she’d let him. When she kissed him back, his hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, and for a moment, the city disappeared.

After that, the kisses came more easily. Quick pecks when no one was watching, longer ones that left her breathless when they thought they were alone. She didn’t let herself think too much about what it meant, afraid that if she did, the spell would break.

As their situationship deepened, Y/N found herself holding on to the moments that felt real—his unexpected vulnerability, the way he’d light up when he talked about the stars or how he’d brush her hair back from her face when she laughed too hard.

But even then, she couldn’t ignore the cracks. The unanswered texts, the fleeting glimpses of his phone when he wasn’t looking. The nights when she’d watch him leave, wondering if he was going to someone else.

And still, she stayed.

Because despite it all, he made her feel alive.

Y/N couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when the feeling started—when the quiet nagging in the back of her mind grew too loud to ignore.

It wasn’t like Clark made it obvious. In fact, his charm was part of the problem. Every time he smiled at her or pulled her close during one of their stolen evenings, the doubt seemed to shrink, fading into the glow of the moment.

But it always crept back.

One night, as they sat in her apartment, Clark sprawled comfortably on her couch while she worked on a paper at the small dining table, she noticed it.

His phone buzzed once, then again. He was scrolling through something, his expression as casual as ever, but her gaze lingered.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen his phone go off before—it always seemed to buzz with some notification or another. But tonight, something about the rhythm of it tugged at her curiosity.

Clark caught her looking and raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “What’s with the stare? You jealous of my phone now?”

She rolled her eyes, forcing a laugh. “Hardly. Just wondering if I should start charging you rent, the amount of time you spend here.”

“Ouch,” he said, mock-wounded as he tossed his phone onto the coffee table, screen down. “I thought you liked having me around.”

“Sometimes,” she teased, though her smile felt tighter than she wanted it to.

The next time she noticed was when they were at the cinema after her shift. Clark had offered to walk her home—something he’d started doing more often lately, as if trying to cement his place in her life.

As they stood in the empty lobby, his phone buzzed again. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen briefly before tucking it back into his pocket.

“Who’s that?” Y/N asked, her tone casual, though she wasn’t sure why she was asking at all.

“Just a friend,” Clark said smoothly, not missing a beat.

The words were innocent enough, but the way he said them left a strange taste in her mouth. She told herself she was overthinking it. She had no reason not to trust him—or at least, that’s what she wanted to believe.

But the moments kept piling up.

Once, as they sat on a park bench sharing ice cream, his phone buzzed on the table between them. He didn’t pick it up, but Y/N’s eyes flicked to the screen before she could stop herself.

The name Lana flashed briefly before the screen dimmed.

Her stomach dropped, and she quickly looked away, trying to focus on what he was saying. Something about how the city looked different at night, how the lights felt like they told their own stories.

She nodded along, forcing a smile, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

Lana.

She didn’t ask. She didn’t even react. But the name lingered, repeating itself like a line of dialogue she couldn’t quite shake.

The turning point came on a quiet Sunday afternoon. They’d spent the day wandering through Metropolis, stopping at a food truck festival where Clark had charmed his way into getting her an extra serving of her favorite dish.

Later, as they sat by the river, watching the boats drift lazily past, his phone buzzed again. He picked it up this time, his fingers moving quickly as he typed out a response.

“Busy?” Y/N asked lightly, trying to keep her tone even.

“Just catching up with someone,” he said, not looking up.

The words stung more than she wanted to admit. She tried to brush it off, telling herself it wasn’t a big deal. He wasn’t hers—not really.

But the more she tried to ignore it, the more the doubt festered.

Over the next few days, the pieces started to come together. She’d catch glimpses of his screen more often than before—names she didn’t recognize, messages that seemed to come at odd hours.

Clark’s behavior hadn’t changed; he was still the same playful, charming presence in her life. But for Y/N, it was as if a curtain had been pulled back, revealing something she couldn’t quite unsee.

And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to confront him.

Instead, she told herself she was imagining things, that she was looking for cracks where there weren’t any.

But late at night, when she was alone in her tiny apartment, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was holding onto something that wasn’t hers to keep.

It was a rainy afternoon, the kind where the city’s usual hum dulled into a soft, rhythmic patter against her window. Y/N had the day off for once, and she spent it curled up on her couch, a blanket draped over her legs and an old Game Boy in her hands.

The screen glowed faintly, and the familiar 8-bit theme of a puzzle game filled the quiet space. She hadn’t touched the thing in years, but nostalgia had called to her, and for a while, it was comforting.

Until she started losing.

“Come on,” she muttered, pressing the buttons a little harder, as if that would help. The pieces weren’t falling into place the way they should. She kept making mistakes, and the game wasn’t forgiving.

By the time the little pixelated “GAME OVER” flashed on the screen, Y/N let out an exasperated sigh, tossing the Game Boy onto the cushion beside her.

She sat back, staring at the ceiling, the lingering frustration from the game mingling with something deeper. Her mind drifted, as it often did lately, to Clark.

He was like that Game Boy in a way, she thought. All bright and addictive at first, easy to pick up but impossible to put down. Every button press, every move, felt like it mattered. But no matter what she did, she was always one wrong move away from losing. 

The thought made her stomach twist.

She reached for the Game Boy again, turning it over in her hands, tracing the edges of the faded plastic. The thing was so old, yet it still worked perfectly—reliable. Clark, on the other hand...

Her lips twisted into a bitter smile. Reliable wasn’t the word she’d use to describe him.

He’d been MIA for the past two days. No texts, no calls. She’d tried not to overthink it, but every time her phone buzzed, her heart leapt—only to sink again when it wasn’t him.

She hated how much space he took up in her mind, how even when he wasn’t around, he lingered in the buzz of her phone or the gaps in her schedule. Two days without a word, and it felt like the world had shifted just enough to make her stumble.

Y/N powered the Game Boy back on, more to distract herself than anything. But as the game’s cheerful chime filled the room again, the metaphor struck her with full force.

Clark didn’t just remind her of a Game Boy. He was a Game Boy. She was the one pressing all the buttons, trying to figure out the right moves, while he stayed the same—unchanging, unbothered. And the worst part? He made her feel like winning was possible, even when the game was rigged.

The thing about the game was that it didn’t care how hard you tried. It followed its own rules, punishing every misstep without hesitation. No second chances, no rewinds. And yet, she couldn’t stop playing, hoping that maybe, this time, she’d get it right.

The thought stung more than she expected. She hit “Start” on the game, more aggressively than necessary, but her focus was already elsewhere.

Later that evening, when Clark finally called, his voice warm and playful as if nothing had happened, Y/N couldn’t shake the lingering bitterness from earlier.

“Miss me?” he asked, his tone as casual as ever.

She hesitated, the words caught in her throat. She wanted to call him out, to tell him how it felt to be on the other side of whatever this was. But instead, she forced a small laugh.

“Maybe a little,” she said, her voice quieter than usual.

Clark didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he just didn’t care.

As the call ended and the room fell silent again, Y/N picked up the Game Boy one last time. She stared at it for a long moment before setting it back down.

Maybe it was time to stop playing altogether.

Yet, she couldn’t stop. It was like an addiction to this game, she didn’t want to play but she wanted to reach the end, the happy ending. 

Y/N had grown accustomed to the uncertainty. The missed calls, the unreturned texts, and the occasional days when Clark would vanish altogether. But somehow, when he did show up, it always felt like enough to keep her hooked.

She told herself it was temporary—that whatever it was between them, it would find its footing. Clark wasn’t perfect, but who was? She liked the way he made her feel when they were together, even if the gaps in between left her spiraling.

Late one evening, they found themselves at her apartment again. Clark had breezed in like he always did, with that easy charm and a bag of takeout in hand.

“Thought you might be hungry,” he said, setting the bag on the table.

Y/N smiled, pushing down the familiar ache in her chest. “Thanks. You didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did,” he replied, leaning against the counter. “Gotta keep you from wasting away, right?”

She laughed softly, shaking her head, but as they ate, she couldn’t ignore the buzzing of his phone on the table between them.

“Popular tonight?” she asked, keeping her tone light.

Clark glanced at the screen but didn’t pick it up. “Just stuff,” he said, brushing it off.

She nodded, not pressing further. But the tightness in her chest remained.

Yet it was like finally reaching the end of a level in a game, only to see the mistake you’d been overlooking all along.

The city was a hush of soft shadows and distant lights when Y/N found herself walking through the park. Her shift had run late, and the cool night air was both soothing and unsettling in its emptiness. The rhythm of her footsteps echoed in the silence, a lullaby of solitude that matched the slow beat of her heart.

She had no intention of looking for him—not tonight. But then she saw him, standing beneath the streetlamp like a figure she could never quite forget. Clark.

For a fleeting moment, her chest fluttered, the warmth of seeing him grounding her in a way she couldn’t explain. But that feeling faltered when she saw her.

The woman.

Y/N’s heart stuttered, and her mind scrambled to make sense of the scene unfolding before her. Clark stood with her, his figure tense, his back slightly turned. It didn’t take long for Y/N to notice the subtle shift in the air—how Clark’s posture had become a cage, arms crossed tightly, his body angled away as if protecting something fragile. The woman stood too close. Too comfortable.

Y/N’s feet froze on the path, as if the ground itself had turned to quicksand. She wanted to look away, to deny the scene before her, but her body betrayed her, drawing her closer to the shadows of the trees where she could no longer pretend she wasn’t watching.

“I’m not leaving until you listen to me,” the woman’s voice cut through the night, sharp and demanding.

Clark didn’t respond immediately, but his gaze dropped to the ground, the weight of his silence heavier than any words he could have spoken. Y/N’s breath hitched. Something in the air shifted again—tighter, colder—and the world felt as if it were held together by the thinnest thread.

“Clark…” The woman’s voice was softer now, laced with something deeper. Familiar. “You’ve been acting like a completely different person. You don’t get to just pretend everything’s fine.”

Y/N felt the tremor in her chest. She was a witness to a story she hadn’t known she was part of. Her heart pounded a frantic beat, the pulse of something unraveling. Her eyes stayed locked on them, unwilling, unable to pull away.

Then came the name, sharp and clear, ringing through the night air like the crack of a bell.

“Lana.”

It was just one word, but it crashed over Y/N like a wave—cold, relentless, pulling her under. She gasped, instinctively shrinking back behind the tree, but she couldn’t escape the force of it. The name had weight, had history, had meaning she could never understand. A name that tore through the quiet between them, carving itself into the space where she stood, invisible but not unseen.

Clark’s lips parted, but it wasn’t the words Y/N was listening for. It was the tremor in his voice, the falter in his breath.

“I’m fine,” he said, but there was no conviction in it, no strength. Only a thin veneer of something that felt like a lie.

Lana didn’t flinch at his words. She stepped closer, her hand light on his arm. The touch felt like a declaration. “You’re not fine, Clark. You’re not the man I used to know.”

Clark stiffened, but Lana didn’t let go. The grip of their conversation tightened around him, around them both. She wasn’t letting this go.

Y/N’s stomach twisted, a knot of disbelief gnawing at her insides. She could almost feel the pull of the gravity between them, a force too strong to escape.

“Maybe I don’t want to be that guy anymore,” Clark finally said, his voice barely a whisper, a secret too heavy for him to carry alone.

That guy. The words echoed in Y/N’s mind like a cruel whisper, and with them, the realization broke her like a tidal wave. She wasn’t even part of the equation. She was never meant to be.

Lana’s next words were the ones that would haunt Y/N long after the night ended, long after she walked away, trying to escape the truth.

“You’re my boyfriend, Clark,” Lana said softly. The words wrapped around the air, thick with a kind of finality Y/N couldn’t ignore. “And I’m not giving up on us.”

Boyfriend.

It was the word that shattered the glass, the weight that crushed her chest, the sharpness that split open the place inside her she thought was invincible. The pain bloomed from her heart, a wildflower of confusion and bitterness. She should have known. She could have known. But somewhere along the way, she had let herself believe in the game.

Her hands shook as she took a step back, retreating into the shadows, every part of her wanting to scream. Why hadn’t she seen it? She had known all along, hadn’t she? This was never hers to win. She was just another player, another hand on the controller.

But now, the game was over.

That night, Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, her thoughts replaying the scene in vivid detail. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to hate him. But all she felt was the weight of her own foolishness.

She’d been a chapter in a story that wasn’t hers, a subplot in a life already entangled with someone else.

Clark didn’t come back. Days turned into weeks, and the silence stretched like an endless road.

Months later, as she sat in her apartment, the Game Boy in her lap, Y/N realized something. Clark had been like the game all along—an unpredictable rush of highs and lows. And like any game, it had an ending.

The difference was, this time, she wasn’t hitting “Start” again.

As she set the Game Boy down, her phone buzzed on the table beside her. For a fleeting moment, her heart leapt. But when she looked at the screen, it wasn’t him.

It never was.

And maybe, she thought, it was time to stop waiting.

She didn’t want to play anymore.

AHHHHHHHHHH!!! its probably one of my fav stories. along with ,star of the show'---- maybe.

pt 2: game-boy: resume?

ps: stream the song ,gameboy' by rosé to have a better vision of the story :)

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Dream of life. Jane doe walks on stage, and is kind of crumpled over, and slowly makes her way to stand up with stiff movements. This is the only song I have a recording of. As she slowly stands up, Jane doe lifts her head.

She has an echo effect added to her voice, and it sounds amazing. 

The Karnak is honestly hilarious, I loved his comedic timing. I can’t tell if he also had the echo effect, or if he was just an amazing voice actor. Sometimes he would mess up a line, but very quickly turn it into a robotic stutter, which was pretty smart. Love this guy. 

For virgil, they projected a projection of him onto the backdrop curtain. He was so silly I loved himmm. There was a fun transition from tiny rat form to anthro bass player. The bass solo was also great obv. 

Uranium suite was incredible. Ocean has almost this Disney channel main character voice? Idk but it’s so good. 

Mischa was slacking the whole time duh. Pulled out his phone at some bits. Ricky looked bored out of his fucking minddddd. Constance is just the sweetest ever I will kill for her. Noel is amazing and I love him. Like the pure SASS and EVERYTHING about him. Ricky the whole time stared into the audience like “kill me now”. We made eye contact a few times it was nice haha

After Uranium Ocean is kind of like,, calm but freaking out?? She kicks Karnaks box a few times throughout the show, including here. There are fun lights flickering and sound effects. Her voice is squeaky and cracky when she panicked or whatever. Again, karnaks comedic timing is amazing. 

What the world needs was so good. Oceans voice is amazing, the choreography was so snappy and swishy and sassy, very ocean. They hold up signs that spell out OCEAN, and in the flip side of them there’s a picture of ocean. Everyone was on point, and oceans delivery of every line was perfect. Like, the pure disgust she has when she goes “and a transformer movie” like babe has a personal vendetta against transformer movies.

I cannot stress enough how on point the choreography was, during the whole show, but like, I’m obsessed with the choreography of this song. There was a lot of hand flicking of that makes sense? Some fun little kicks.  There are tiny clips of it in some of the promo. 

After wtwn, ocean is freaking out. Karnaks delivery is perfect “blah blah blah needs a unanimous vote” oceans face drops. Long pause. « from each. And every. Member of the choir.”  

When ocean says she “loves” Jane, jane reaches out her arms and runs to hug her, but ocean dodges her and Jane doe just ends up almost running  into a wall. When she says she loves Noel, he just looks at her like “bitchgetthefuckawayfrommeew” and does his gay little pose. 

(E, the actor for Noel, uses they/them, so if I use those I’m talking about the actor) The play was so cute. After Noel said his line, ocean started crying and screaming and her and Constance were whining “NOOOEEEELL WHY DID YOU SAY TAHTTTTTT!!???” “UGH you always ruin these things!!!”  And stuff haha. It was great. 

Noel’s monologue was incredible, he fell to the floor during the dramatic bit about wanting to feel, goddamit.

 “I wanted to wake up,” fake throwing up for a second “in my own VOMIT.” huge grin. “Missing TEETH!” 

Noel goes behind the curtain/projector screen that they have on stage and starts singing. At about “I write poems to burn my firelight,” he comes out in Monique costume. Monique was so cool, she had fishnets, the iconic black wig, and a dress just like kholbys iconic one, but there was a little bow in the front,  and the skirt had strips of ripped fabric on the skirt. 

Again, the choreography of this song is amazing. everyone had chairs, and it was very leg-y? If that makes sense? But like in a “sexy” way, not an “Irish jig” sort of way.  Super snappy and clean cut. vocals are amazing, obviously. Ricky is kindof ominously standing in a corner with a beret and a cigarette playing the accordion. 

For the kiss, Monique and Constance danced together, then Monique and Ricky. Then Monique slapped Ricky, and Mischa comes over and they kissed. Adorable. 

The ending was so good, like the final « if I could have just one dream/if he could have just one dream/id be. That fucked. Up GIRL./HEY ». Mwah. Chefs kiss.

Every story’s got a lesson was so silly. Constance nailed the improv scene. This Ocean just. Needs to be in control. All the time. But like?? I’m making her sound bad but I felt bad for her because she wants everything to go her way but she’s not great at expressing that in a positive way. Any way, Constance gets excited at the end, like, « so I go out and do all. The. Drugs. 😁😁 » her little « BATH SALTS FOR EVERYONE!!! 😃😃 » 

Anyways. Mischa. 

Spence is literally an amazing mischa, he was so good. He started beatboxing really badly into the mic before he started talking about feeling, and the audience laughed. His accent was on point, and he spoke really naturally. Like, it didn’t feel super forced unlike some other Mischa’s I’ve heard (all Mischa are amazing some are just better accents yk)

This song is awesome was so fun. He had a tight white undershirt under his button down, which kind of just added to the silliness of the song instead of just being shirtless, yk? He had a chain and hat, duh. 

Everyone had these massive light up glasses, and Ricky was wearing a robot mask. It was so silly and I loved it. They did the iconic thing where they held onto Mischa’s unbuttoned shirt and made us flow to look like wind blowing

Omg. Talia. So this was so good. 

He awkwardly yet confidently re buttons his shirt, which the audience laughed at but I was like “yall stop that this gets emotional” but I think I’m just a bitch lol. 

The Talia monologue was incredible. Just, yes. Delivery was amazing, everything. I cried. A lot.  Mischa scrolled on his phone when something new appeared in the projector, like the photos and stuff. They used the curtain/backdrop as a projector screen, and there was the footage of Talia and Mischa. The wedding stuff and romance and shit. 

It was so sweet. I don’t have anything special to say about it, the monologue was just amazing. I completely broke down. 

For Talia, oh god. This was genuinely of the best things I’ve ever seen live. Spence’s voice is amazing, and again, I sobbed through this whole song. 

Everyone had the traditional costumes, and the girls had the big skirts, with the projections of Talia on them. I wasn’t sure if they were gonna do that, but it was beautiful. They also had the projection on Mischa’s chest at the end, when he’s belting. I completely fucking lost it.  

And then there’s the iconic nischa hug.  My heart. 💜 oh my god. 

MY FINGERS HURT (I LOST MY FIRST COPY OF THIS??? I HAD TO RE TYPE THIS???) BUT @noelgruberfr and @knockoff-conlon FEEL FREE TO FINISH THIS !!!

[justaninchident-f1xreader]

max verstappen x reader part3

(incase you missed part2 - https://www.tumblr.com/justaninchident-f1xreader/740209865436364800/max-verstappen-x-reader-part2?source=share)

themes-

ferrari female driver jealousy enemies to lovers possible spice (i will put the warning accordingly)

warnings- none in this chapter, so don't worry lovelies

chapter 3: dance of fire and ice

The Monaco qualifiers crackled with the electric anticipation of a thousand thunderstorms. Y/N and Max, two forces of nature, wrestled for pole position, their Ferraris scarlet and orange blurs against the azure backdrop. Lap after lap, they dueled, pushing the limits of speed and sanity. Y/N, fueled by the roar of the crowd, snatched pole by a hair's breadth, leaving Max fuming but strangely, not entirely dissatisfied.

As the champagne sprayed, Y/N whooped with glee, high-fiving Charles and Carlos, their triumphant laughter echoing through the pit lane. Max, mask firmly in place, passed by, casting her a sharp nod, a flicker of grudging respect hidden in the depths of his steely stare. But their unspoken rivalry still hummed in the air, a low-frequency current waiting to spark.

Later, after the celebratory cheers had faded and the garages emptied, Y/N found herself alone. The silence echoed around her, punctuated only by the whirring of a projector and the soft scratch of her pen on paper. On the screen, replays of her qualifying lap danced like ghosts, her own movements dissected, analyzed.

Lost in calculations and strategy notes, she barely registered the soft thud of a pizza box next to her. A can of energy drink followed, placed with a quiet clink. Startled, she looked up to meet Max's stormy gaze.

"Figured you might need the fuel," he mumbled, avoiding her eyes.

Surprise, then amusement, softened Y/N's features. "You think I run on pizza and Red Bull?" she teased, taking a playful jab at his sponsor.

Max cracked a faint smile, a rare sight that sent a jolt through her. "Don't underestimate the power of junk food," he quipped, taking a seat across from her, his movements stiff but his eyes softening.

The silence settled again, comfortable this time. Y/N, emboldened by his unexpected gesture, gestured to the screen. "Want to dissect my mistakes with me?" she challenged, a mischievous glint in her hazel eyes.

Max snorted, a genuine laugh escaping him. "I wouldn't dare miss the masterclass," he retorted, leaning in to study thereplay with her.

And so, their rivalry took an unexpected turn. Over greasy pizza and fizzy drinks, they dissected corners, debated tire strategies, and shared racing anecdotes. Y/N discovered a sardonic wit beneath Max's gruff exterior, a deep well of passion for the sport that mirrored her own. Max, in turn, found himself grudgingly impressed by her meticulous planning and ruthless instinct on track.

Hours melted away, measured only in the changing light filtering through the garage windows. They argued, they joked, they pushed each other to be better, forging a connection forged in the crucible of competition. Finally, as exhaustion started to set in, Y/N stretched, her joints popping protestingly.

"Think I'll call it a night," she yawned. "Tomorrow's the real battle."

Max nodded, a flicker of something akin to warmth in his eyes. "See you on the track, rookie."

"Don't get cocky, champ," she retorted with a wink, grabbing her helmet and heading out.

As she walked away, Y/N couldn't help but smile. The rivalry was still there, the fire still burned, but beneath the ashes, a grudging respect, a flicker of friendship had taken root. And perhaps, just perhaps, in the heart of the Monaco night, the dance of fire and ice had taken an unexpected turn, a waltz towards something… more.

The sun would rise on race day, casting long shadows across the track. But in the quiet stillness of the garage, a different kind of light had flickered, a fragile ember of understanding between two souls as different as fire and ice, yet bound by the same burning passion for the dance of the racetrack. The real battle was coming, but tonight, under the watchful gaze of the Mediterranean stars, a different kind of victory had been won.

-------------------------the next day---------------------------------------

(COMMENTATORS)

Croft: Welcome back to the Formula One Heineken Silver Las Vegas Grand Prix! The air is thick with anticipation, the neon lights pulsating like nervous energy. This one's all to play for, folks!

Brundle: Absolutely! Max Verstappen on pole, the Ferrari duo of Leclerc and Sainz breathing down his neck, and the surprise package, Y/N L/N in P4, hungry for her first win! And there they go! The lights are out, and away we go!

Croft: A clean start! Verstappen leads, Leclerc takes second, Sainz P3, and Y/N L/N makes a stunning move on the outside, passing Hamilton for P4! The crowd roars, the Ferrari faithful delirious!

Brundle: Oh, but Hamilton isn't giving up! He's right on Y/N's tail, these two are wheel-to-wheel through Turn 1! Sparks fly, this is pure magic!

Croft: They're pushing each other to the limit, Hamilton diving inside, Y/N holds the line! Incredible defensive driving from the rookie! Hamilton backs off, regrouping for another attack.

Brundle: Meanwhile, Max Verstappen has built a small lead, but Leclerc and Sainz are working together, trying to undercut him in the pit lane. This is a tactical chess game as much as a physical one!

Croft: Hamilton goes for it again! This corner could be the turning point! They touch! Y/N loses a bit of ground, but she holds onto P4! Wow, this race is a heart-stopper!

Brundle: Verstappen pits! Leclerc goes in too, Sainz stays out, a gamble from Ferrari! Can it pay off?

Croft: Y/N pits, quick turnaround! She rejoins in P5 behind Hamilton, but they're both miles behind Verstappen, who's flying on fresh tires!

Brundle: Wait, what's this? Sainz pits late, rejoining just ahead of Verstappen! The undercut gamble works! Max is furious, he's on the radio, questioning the strategy!

Croft: The order shakes out: Sainz leads, Verstappen P2, Leclerc P3, Y/N L/N P4, and Hamilton closing in like a predator! The final 10 laps, folks, this is pure Vegas-style drama!

Brundle: Y/N makes a move on Leclerc! They battle through the neon canyons, sparks flying once again! Leclerc holds him off, but she's right there, waiting for her chance!

Croft: Hamilton dives past Y/N for P4! The Brit smells blood, can he catch Sainz for the podium? The crowd is on its feet, the noise deafening!

Brundle: Verstappen is on fire! He's eating into Sainz's lead, lap after lap! This is unbelievable! He catches him with two laps to go! They're going wheel-to-wheel towards Turn 1!

Croft: Contact! Sainz spins out! Verstappen takes the lead! Hamilton takes P2 from the chaos! Y/N crosses the finish line in P3, her first podium in Vegas!

Brundle: What a race! Max Verstappen, the ultimate storm, snatches victory from the jaws of defeat! Hamilton recovers for P2, and Y/N L/N, the Vegas firecracker, secures her first podium finish! What a spectacle, folks!

Croft: As the champagne showers and congratulations flow, it's clear one thing: this season of Formula One is gonna be a wild ride! Buckle up, folks, because the best is yet to come!

The Las Vegas Grand Prix had lived up to its electrifying reputation. The neon lights had witnessed a dance of daring overtakes, strategic gambles, and sheer grit. Max Verstappen, the reigning champion, had emerged victorious, proving his mastery of the unpredictable. Lewis Hamilton, ever the opportunist, had salvaged a podium after a heart-stopping battle with Y/N L/N, the Ferrari firecracker who had announced her arrival on the world stage with a fearless performance.

[serenastark-writes]

Chapter 13: The Bitter Truth

Russian, Siberia 2016

The Siberian Hydra facility loomed large in the snowy landscape, its dark silhouette casting an ominous shadow against the backdrop of the cold, unfeeling wilderness. Tony Stark, having secretly left with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, was unaware of the eyes watching them from a hidden vantage point. T’Challa had followed them discreetly, his sense of justice and honor driving him to uncover the truth.

Inside the facility, the atmosphere was tense. Tony, Steve, and Bucky had entered a large, dimly lit chamber. The walls were lined with remnants of Hydra’s nefarious experiments, and the air was thick with the scent of rust and decay. Zemo had already made his presence known, his cold eyes betraying his twisted satisfaction.

As the team approached, Zemo began his revelation. “You see,” he said with a chilling calmness, “the Hydra base was not just a hidden facility. It was a repository of dark memories and secrets.”

He activated a projector, and a series of grainy, old footage flickered to life on the screen. The images were unsettling, depicting scenes of brutal experiments and training. Then, the footage shifted to a more personal angle, showing a mission from 1991. The camera focused on a young Bucky Barnes, his face obscured by the shadows of his Winter Soldier persona. He was in the middle of a violent confrontation, and soon, the scene revealed the victims of the mission—Tony Stark’s parents, Howard and Maria Stark.

Tony's eyes widened in shock as the footage showed Bucky, under Hydra’s control, killing his parents. The pain and anger in his eyes were palpable as he processed the brutal truth. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and he turned to Steve, his voice laced with betrayal and rage.

“You knew. You knew all along, and you didn’t tell us!” Serena’s voice was a mixture of fury and heartbreak. “You let us walk around with this… with this blindfold, thinking everything was fine.” Steve’s face was a mask of regret and sorrow. “I didn’t know it was him”

Before Steve could finish, Tony’s anger erupted “Don’t bullshit me, Rogers, Did you know?” Steve nods in regret, Tony was clearly taken aback. He charged at Bucky, his Iron Man suit’s repulsors glowing ominously. In a flurry of movements, he dismembered Bucky’s robotic arm, the sound of metal tearing echoing through the chamber. Bucky fell to the ground, clutching his injured arm in pain.

Steve, torn between his duty and his friend's suffering, attempted to protect Bucky. As he moved to disable Tony’s armor, the arc reactor in Tony’s suit flickered and then shattered under Steve’s powerful strike. The suit’s systems shut down, causing Tony to collapse to the ground, the once formidable armor now powerless and inert.

Serena, who had been fighting alongside, rushed to her father’s side, her heart pounding with fear. “Dad!” she cried out, her voice trembling. “Are you okay?” Tony’s eyes, filled with pain and exhaustion, met Serena’s. “I’m… I’m fine,” he said weakly, his voice strained. “Just… just get away from here. Get to safety.”

As Steve and Bucky prepared to leave, Steve’s gaze fell on the shield lying abandoned on the ground. He picked it up, but before he could say anything, Tony’s voice cut through the tension. “That shield,” Tony said with a bitter edge, “My father made that shield. And you… you don’t deserve it.” Steve looked at the shield, then at Tony, his expression a mix of determination and resignation. He turned away, leading Bucky out of the facility, leaving Tony and Serena behind. Serena’s eyes were filled with tears as she watched her father’s weakened form and the departing figures of Steve and Bucky.

As the facility’s doors closed behind them, Serena knelt beside Tony, her heart breaking at the sight of her father’s pain. “We need to get out of here,” she said, her voice choked with emotion. Tony nodded weakly, and with Serena’s help, they made their way out of the facility. The snow outside seemed colder and more unwelcoming than ever, a stark contrast to the warmth and unity they had once known.

New York, Stark Tower. 2016

The aftermath of the confrontation left the Avengers in disarray. Steve, Bucky, and their allies had fled, leaving behind a fractured team and a legacy of broken trust. The facility’s dark secrets had been revealed, and with them, the deep wounds of betrayal and loss.

As Tony and Serena made their way back to the compound, the weight of the events pressed heavily on them. Serena could barely contain her anguish as she helped her father, the loss of the shield and the betrayal weighing on both of them. In the quiet of the compound, the team gathered to assess the damage. Tony’s suit was being repaired, and the emotional scars were still fresh. The divide between the two factions of the Avengers was now more pronounced than ever, and the path to reconciliation seemed increasingly distant.

Tony sat with Serena, his expression a mix of fatigue and determination. “We have to move forward,” he said quietly. “We can’t let this divide us any further. We need to find a way to make things right.” Serena nodded, her eyes filled with resolve. “We will, Dad. We have to. For everyone’s sake.” As the sun set over the compound, the Avengers faced an uncertain future. The battle lines had been drawn, and the path ahead was fraught with challenges. But amidst the chaos, the bonds of family and friendship remained, a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

[lensman-arms-race]

Got some questions, so for Ttvman 2, 4,5, and 6.

And for all titans 9.

hope that you have a wonderful day/night!

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

I refuse to call them 'Cinemaman' even though it's a popular fan name. A cinema uses a projector and a backdrop instead of an electronic screen. A projector isn't a TV. You might as well call TSpeaker 'megaphone man' or TCam 'telescope man'. Similar tech but not interchangeable words!

4. Favorite line

It's gotta be 'no stabbing' in episode 67! I mentioned before that I love how it diffuses the tension between TTv and TSpeaker by making it clear that TTv doesn't hate them.

Also I gotta give a shoutout to 'you are so dead' in episode 47, because the fan wiki says it's 'you are so dead' but I can't hear it as anything other than 'you are so bad', which is funny to me. You know when you're so angry that your brain can't even come up with good/normal insults, so you say something rubbish like 'you're... nothing but a... sly old fox'? TTv was probably thinking something like 'Fuck you sideways you absolute punk bastard' but was too angry to articulate anything other than 'you're BAD'. Haha!

5. Best personality trait

Rizz

The way they dispatch enemies both elegantly and with maximum efficiency. Like, they do showboat, but they don't waste time.

I'd love to see more of the Titans' personalities outside battle. DFB, please let's see them chilling for a while after they wrap up the current arc.

6. Worst personality trait

This probably applies somewhat to all 3 Titans, but they can be overconfident. TTv could probably have killed G-Toilet back in episode 47 if they'd been a bit more aware of their surroundings (the buzzsaw toilet and the possessed TSpeaker). They even say 'pathetic trap' when they first teleport in. If they'd been a bit more cautious and less dismissive of the trap, things could have gone down very differently.

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

Titan Camera: In episode 57 when they shrug off everything the skibidis throw at them and fly around with their jet wings. That made me think 'this character's cool as hell!' and made me wish for a wing-y jetpack like theirs.

Titan Speaker: In episode 26 when they flushed the giant toilet then immediately sat on it. Super funny!

Titan TV: Their debut episode when they wreck some skibidi shit then go:

:3

I remember I actually laughed out loud at that point!

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(All answers from the question list)

(Original post with list of questions)

[whitesilverandmercury]

from (a)chronology of now / read on AO3

content / profanity

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citizen / soldier september [ μ ] - εγλ 2000

On the same stretch of upper dock where drill weekends are called, uniformed boys and men graduating from boot camp stand in formation listening to SOLDIER’s recruitment program introduction. The speech is led by Angeal, First Class. One of the Big Three. Or—the Big Two, now. Cloud was all nerves and fast heart but Sephiroth does not make an appearance. Angeal’s voice booms. Each new infantry member will engage in a baseline screening, with the sort of advanced biotechnology Shinra’s Science Department pioneers. Eligible candidates will be notified, invited to apply for the program. No Genesis, not for a while now, apparently. No Sephiroth, just Angeal walking and rewalking the same line before them, arms crossed, in the dull green overcast so close to the central reactor. Behind him—Zack Fair, Second Class. Mentee of the second most elite of the elite. Standing there all messy dark hair and hip cocked, manning the digital tablet from which presentation slides are cast to the projector which casts them huge and holographic against a backdrop of sleek topside buildings, Midgar expressway arching its back across a dark sky. Scary good, Cloud has overheard, more often than bitter infantry saying Puppy or Angeal’s Bitch. Zack Fair, scary good, on his way to First Class already, and unaware as is most everyone else how soon he will be filling the space Genesis left. This could be any one of them, Angeal says. This could be any one of you. 

[sims3tutorialhub]

hi hello! i have a question. ATS3 made a 4t3 conversion of the little campers kit, and her backdrop screen requires into the future. i personally rather would not have ITF in my game, but i know there’s cc out there that makes some of the buy objects base game compatible — including the projector thing that came with into the future. i am super unfamiliar with modding, and i was just curious if you could direct me to any resources that could help me make the backdrop screen also base game compatible ^-^ i don’t have any intentions of distributing it anywhere or anything, just for personal use, but if it violates ATS3 TOS’ and you don’t feel comfortable answering i understand haha. thank you!!!

Hi!

So the issue is that the backdrop screen uses scripts from ITF. So you would theoretically need to find someone who has ITF, get their game files, and search through the game files for all parts pertaining to that screen, export them, and then make it all BGC. The issue is more finding all the parts that are required for that screen to work... The most basic attempt is to ask someone with ITF to use s3oc to clone the screen and hope it includes all parts but it may not!

[l0fifilms]

Even in a small living room, you can get some pretty snazzy commercial shots of the product you're recording! Full breakdown video here on YT.

Here's the gear I'm using: - Sony A7sIII with a Sigma 22-70mm lens - Aputure MT Pro - MC - Light Dome Mini II - amaran 100d - Elgato green screen - a shower curtain - $69 (nice) Auking projector - Peak Design travel tripod - Gravity Backdrop - Atmosphere Aerosol (haze/fog in a can)

Graphics by Ezco.tv and Envato Elements.

[callmeblake]

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[buzztowns]

Top Tips for an Unforgettable New Year's Eve

As the calendar pages dwindle and the festive spirit fills the air, the anticipation for New Year's Eve grows stronger. It's a time for reflection, celebration, and looking forward to new beginnings. Whether you're planning a grand party or a cozy night in, making it unforgettable takes a little planning. To help you create a truly special experience, here are some top tips for an unforgettable New Year’s Eve 2025.

1. Planning is Paramount:

Spontaneity can be fun, but for a truly memorable New Year's Eve, planning is key. Start early! This allows you to secure venues, book entertainment, and send out invitations with ample notice.

Set a Budget: Determine how much you're willing to spend. This will guide your decisions about venue, food, drinks, and entertainment.

Choose Your Vibe: Do you envision a lively party, a sophisticated gathering, or a relaxed evening with close friends? Defining the atmosphere will help you make appropriate choices.

Guest List and Invitations: Decide who you want to celebrate with and send out invitations well in advance, especially if you're hosting a larger event. Digital invitations are convenient, but physical invitations add a touch of elegance.

2. Location, Location, Location:

The location sets the stage for your celebration. Consider these options:

Home Sweet Home: Hosting at home offers comfort and control. You can personalize the space and create a relaxed atmosphere.

Renting a Venue: For larger gatherings, renting a venue provides ample space and often includes amenities like catering and staff.

Dining Out: Many restaurants offer special New Year's Eve menus and events. This is a great option for a more intimate and less stressful celebration.

Travel and Adventure: Consider a getaway to a new city or a cozy cabin retreat. This can be a truly unique and memorable way to ring in the new year.

3. Ambiance and Atmosphere:

Creating the right atmosphere is crucial for setting the mood.

Decorations: Transform your space with festive decorations. Think shimmering metallics, balloons, streamers, confetti, and twinkling lights.

Music: Music sets the tone for the evening. Create a playlist of upbeat tunes for dancing or a more relaxed playlist for conversation and mingling.

Lighting: Use lighting to create a warm and inviting atmosphere. Dim the main lights and use candles, fairy lights, or string lights for a softer glow.

4. Food and Drinks: A Feast for the Senses:

No celebration is complete without delicious food and drinks.

Appetizers: Offer a variety of appetizers to keep your guests satisfied throughout the night. Consider crowd-pleasers like dips, finger foods, and canapés.

Main Course (if applicable): If you're serving a full meal, choose dishes that are easy to prepare and serve. Buffets or family-style meals are good options for larger gatherings.

Drinks: Provide a variety of beverages, including alcoholic and non-alcoholic options. Champagne or sparkling wine is a must for the midnight toast.

Presentation: Pay attention to presentation. Even simple dishes can look elegant with a little effort.

5. Entertainment and Activities:

Keep your guests entertained with engaging activities.

Music and Dancing: Hire a DJ or create a playlist for dancing.

Games and Activities: Organize games, quizzes, or other activities to get everyone involved.

Photo Booth: Set up a photo booth with props and backdrops for fun and memorable photos.

New Year's Resolutions and Reflections: Encourage guests to share their resolutions or reflect on the past year.

6. The Midnight Moment:

The countdown to midnight is the highlight of the evening.

Create a Countdown: Use a large screen, a projector, or even just a countdown app to build anticipation.

The Toast: Have everyone gather together for a champagne toast as the clock strikes midnight.

Fireworks (if applicable): If possible, enjoy a fireworks display.

7. Safety First:

Prioritize safety to ensure everyone has a good time.

Transportation: Arrange for safe transportation for your guests, especially if alcohol is being served.

Responsible Consumption: Encourage responsible alcohol consumption.

First Aid: Have a first-aid kit on hand in case of any minor injuries.

8. Don't Forget the Details:

The small details can make a big difference.

Party Favors: Provide small party favors for your guests as a thank you for celebrating with you.

Coat Check: If you're hosting a larger party, provide a coat check area.

Clean Up Plan: Have a plan for cleaning up after the party.

9. Embrace the Spirit of the Season:

New Year’s Eve 2025 is a time for celebration, reflection, and new beginnings. Embrace the spirit of the season and enjoy the company of your loved ones.

10. Relax and Enjoy:

Most importantly, remember to relax and enjoy the celebration! All the planning in the world won't matter if you're stressed out. Take a deep breath, let go of perfection, and embrace the moment. By following these tips, you can create a truly unforgettable New Year’s Eve 2025 that you and your guests will cherish for years to come. It’s a time to celebrate the past, embrace the present, and look forward to the future with hope and excitement.

[neiljohnsblog]

Elevate Your Next Business Meeting: A Comprehensive Look at Venue Hire Options in Llandudno

Finding the perfect venue for your business meeting is essential to creating a professional and productive environment. Whether hosting a conference, planning a team brainstorming session, or meeting potential clients, the right venue sets the tone for success. You're in luck if you’re considering business meeting venue hire in Llandudno. This charming coastal town in North Wales offers a range of options to suit different needs, budgets, and preferences.

Why Choose Llandudno for Your Business Meeting?

Llandudno is not just a beautiful seaside destination; it’s also a well-connected and strategically located hub for businesses. The town boasts excellent transport links, with nearby train stations and easy access to major highways, making it convenient for attendees from across the region. Its serene setting provides a refreshing backdrop that fosters focus, creativity, and collaboration.

Moreover, Llandudno offers a unique combination of modern amenities and traditional charm, making it an appealing location for hosting professional events. Attendees can enjoy the breathtaking views of the Great Orme, the inviting promenade, and the town’s vibrant atmosphere during breaks or after the meeting.

Key Features to Look for in a Business Meeting Venue

When evaluating business meeting venue hire in Llandudno, it’s essential to consider a few critical factors to ensure the venue meets your requirements:

1. Accessibility

Ensure the venue is easily accessible for all attendees. Look for options near public transport hubs or those with ample parking facilities. Accessibility for individuals with disabilities should also be prioritized.

2. Meeting Space and Layout

The size of the meeting space should align with the number of participants. For smaller team meetings, an intimate boardroom might suffice, while larger gatherings may require a spacious conference hall. Flexible layouts, such as theatre-style or classroom seating, can accommodate different types of meetings.

3. Technology and Equipment

Modern business meetings often rely heavily on technology. Choose a venue equipped with essentials like high-speed Wi-Fi, projectors, screens, sound systems, and video conferencing capabilities. Technical support on-site is a bonus to address any last-minute glitches.

4. Catering Services

Refreshments and meals can significantly enhance the experience for attendees. Many venues in Llandudno offer catering options, ranging from light snacks to full-course meals. Ensure the catering aligns with your meeting schedule and dietary requirements.

5. Professional Ambiance

The ambience of the venue should reflect the nature of your meeting. Opt for a location that exudes professionalism while also providing a comfortable atmosphere for discussions and networking.

Popular Venue Options in Llandudno

Llandudno offers a variety of venues that cater to different business needs. While avoiding specific brand or company names, here are some general options you can explore:

1. Conference Halls

These larger spaces are ideal for seminars, product launches, or team-building workshops. They typically come equipped with advanced audio-visual facilities and can accommodate a high number of participants.

2. Hotels with Meeting Facilities

Many hotels in Llandudno feature dedicated business meeting rooms. These venues often provide a seamless blend of professional amenities and hospitality services, including accommodations for attendees travelling from afar.

3. Community Centers

For budget-conscious businesses, community centres in Llandudno offer affordable and practical solutions. These spaces are versatile and can be tailored to suit various meeting formats.

4. Historic Venues

Llandudno’s rich history lends itself to unique meeting venues housed in historic buildings. These locations add character and charm to your event while still providing modern conveniences.

5. Coastal Venues

Imagine conducting your meeting with panoramic sea views in the background. Llandudno’s coastal venues offer an inspiring setting that fosters creativity and engagement.

Benefits of Hosting Business Meetings in a Dedicated Venue

Choosing a professional venue for your meeting in Llandudno comes with several advantages:

1. Enhanced Focus

A dedicated meeting venue minimizes distractions, allowing participants to focus entirely on the agenda. The professional setting also encourages attendees to engage actively.

2. Impressive First Impressions

For meetings with clients or stakeholders, the choice of venue plays a critical role in making a lasting impression. A well-appointed venue reflects the seriousness and professionalism of your business.

3. Improved Collaboration

Modern venues are designed to foster collaboration. Comfortable seating arrangements, breakout rooms, and advanced technology encourage productive discussions and teamwork.

4. Stress-Free Organization

Many venues offer end-to-end support, including setup, catering, and technical assistance. This allows organizers to focus on the meeting content without worrying about logistical details.

Tips for Booking the Perfect Venue

To ensure your business meeting venue hire in Llandudno goes smoothly, keep the following tips in mind:

Book Early: Llandudno is a popular destination for events. Booking your venue well in advance ensures you secure the ideal location.

Visit the Venue: Whenever possible, conduct an in-person site visit to assess the space, facilities, and ambience.

Clarify Costs: Understand the pricing structure, including any additional charges for equipment, catering, or overtime.

Read Reviews: Online reviews can provide valuable insights into the quality of service and facilities at the venue.

Explore Llandudno After the Meeting

One of the unique perks of hosting your business meeting in Llandudno is the opportunity to enjoy its scenic beauty and attractions once the work is done. Encourage your attendees to unwind by exploring the Great Orme, visiting local restaurants, or taking a stroll along the promenade.

Conclusion

Selecting the right venue is a crucial step in ensuring the success of your business meeting. With its convenient location, diverse venue options, and stunning surroundings, Llandudno offers an excellent choice for businesses seeking a professional yet inspiring environment. By carefully evaluating your needs and exploring the available options, you can make your business meeting venue hire in Llandudno a seamless and impactful experience.

Invest in the perfect venue and elevate your next business meeting to new heights!

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10 Fun Ways to Maximize Your Beachfront Villa Vacation

When staying at one of our luxurious Large Family Vacation Rentals in Oahu, the opportunities for fun and relaxation are endless. Here are ten ways to make the most of your beachfront villa vacation.

1. Host a Family Beach Olympics

Turn your beach day into a friendly competition. Activities like tug-of-war, sandcastle building, and beach volleyball are perfect for all ages. This is a great way to create lasting memories while staying active.

2. Enjoy a Sunrise Breakfast

Wake up early and watch the sunrise from your villa’s patio. Prepare a family-style breakfast and savor it with the ocean as your backdrop. There’s nothing like starting your day with such breathtaking views.

3. Plan a Movie Night Under the Stars

Set up an outdoor movie screening in the villa’s garden or patio. With a projector, comfy seating, and plenty of snacks, you can turn an ordinary evening into an unforgettable event.

4. Organize a Private Luau

Bring a taste of Hawaiian culture to your villa by hosting a private luau. Enjoy traditional dishes, Hawaiian music, and maybe even a hula dancing lesson. It’s a fun way to immerse yourself in the island’s traditions.

5. Explore Local Marine Life

Take advantage of the villa’s proximity to the beach by snorkeling or kayaking. Oahu’s waters are teeming with vibrant marine life, offering an up-close view of tropical fish, sea turtles, and coral reefs.

6. Host a Family Game Night

Use the villa’s spacious living area to gather for a game night. From board games to card games, it’s a great way to bond and enjoy each other’s company.

7. Create a Memory Scrapbook

Dedicate some time to putting together a scrapbook of your vacation. Collect souvenirs like seashells or ticket stubs and take plenty of photos to document your adventures.

8. Indulge in a Spa Day

Transform your villa into a mini spa. With the sound of waves in the background, enjoy massages, facials, or even DIY beauty treatments with your loved ones.

9. Discover Local Flavors

Visit nearby markets and try fresh, local produce. Back at your villa, whip up Hawaiian-inspired dishes to enjoy as a family. Cooking together in the villa’s fully equipped kitchen can be a fun and rewarding experience.

10. End the Day with a Sunset Picnic

Pack a delicious meal and head to the beach for a sunset picnic. Watch as the sky turns shades of orange and pink, creating the perfect ending to another day in paradise.

Make Every Moment Count

Our Hawaii Family Vacation Rentals and Oahu Bungalow Rentals provide the ideal base for creating unforgettable experiences. Book your stay today and discover how to turn your beachfront villa vacation into a cherished family tradition.

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Party Venues Near Raj Nagar: Celebrate in Style with Hawa Hawai

Are you planning a special event in Raj Nagar and looking for the perfect venue? Whether it’s a birthday party, a corporate gathering, or a wedding celebration, choosing the right venue sets the tone for your entire event. Thankfully, the area around Raj Nagar is home to a variety of party venues that cater to different styles and preferences. One such venue that stands out is Hawa Hawai, a modern and vibrant destination for all your celebration needs.

Why Choose Hawa Hawai for Your Party?

Located conveniently near Raj Nagar, Hawa Hawai offers a unique ambiance with its stylish design, spacious halls, and top-notch facilities. Let’s take a closer look at what makes Hawa Hawai a perfect choice for your next party.

1. Stunning Ambiance

The moment you step into Hawa Hawai, you’re greeted with a vibrant, energetic atmosphere. The decor is trendy yet welcoming, with a fusion of modern and traditional elements that create a chic and festive vibe. Whether you're hosting an intimate gathering or a grand celebration, Hawa Hawai’s ambiance will provide the perfect backdrop for your event.

2. Versatile Spaces for All Occasions

Whether you’re planning a small family get-together or a large corporate event, Hawa Hawai offers versatile spaces to accommodate any guest list. The venue features both indoor and outdoor options, ensuring flexibility to host events throughout the year. From chic lounges to spacious banquet halls, each area is designed to cater to different event types, giving you the freedom to tailor the space to suit your needs.

3. State-of-the-Art Facilities

Hawa Hawai is equipped with modern amenities to ensure that your event runs smoothly. High-quality sound systems, LED lighting, projector screens, and Wi-Fi connectivity are all at your disposal. Whether you’re hosting a DJ night or a presentation, these facilities will keep your guests entertained and engaged throughout the event.

4. Delicious Catering Services

Good food is at the heart of every celebration, and Hawa Hawai doesn’t disappoint. Their in-house catering team offers a variety of menu options, ranging from traditional Indian cuisine to global favorites. You can choose from a range of appetizers, main courses, and desserts to suit the tastes of your guests. They also offer customized menus based on your event’s theme or requirements.

5. Excellent Location

Conveniently located near Raj Nagar, Hawa Hawai is easily accessible from all parts of the city. With ample parking space and proximity to key landmarks, your guests will have no trouble finding the venue. Its central location also makes it a great choice for those traveling from neighboring areas.

6. Professional Staff and Services

When it comes to hosting a party, the quality of service can make all the difference. Hawa Hawai prides itself on its dedicated team of professionals who are there to assist you at every step. From planning the event to executing it seamlessly, their staff will ensure everything runs without a hitch. Whether it’s managing the food service, handling technical aspects, or ensuring your guests are comfortable, the team at Hawa Hawai will go above and beyond.

Other Nearby Party Venues in Raj Nagar

While Hawa Hawai is undoubtedly a fantastic choice, there are several other venues near Raj Nagar that you can explore for your event:

The Golden Leaf Banquet: A beautiful venue offering a large hall, perfect for weddings and receptions.

Celebration Gardens: A sprawling outdoor venue ideal for hosting large parties with a natural backdrop.

The Royal Palms: An elegant venue that combines luxury with comfort, making it ideal for corporate events or lavish celebrations.

The Grand Venue: A versatile option for all types of events, from intimate gatherings to large-scale functions.

When it comes to hosting the perfect event, the venue plays a crucial role in setting the mood and ensuring everything goes off without a hitch. Hawa Hawai, with its vibrant ambiance, excellent facilities, and exceptional service, is the ultimate destination for any celebration near Raj Nagar. So, if you’re looking to host a party that your guests will never forget, consider making Hawa Hawai your venue of choice. Book your event today and get ready to create unforgettable memories!

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Metamorphosis | Digital Dolls | Chapter 2 Battle of the Bands

After a near crushing defeat in the last battle of the bands, it’s been hard to tell what would become of Digital Dolls-

Down a member, with the remainder seeming to have their own struggles… How could anyone guess what the three would do?

But, well, if Unit One is anything- they’re professionals.

With some last minute lighting fixed up by Inazuma, the three living members of DigiDolls take the center stage- backs turned to the audience. Their outfits are a strange departure for them, a mix of black and hot pink fabric. It’s all ripped up and stitched back together, layers hanging and swaying in different ways. As the projector that was newly installed flickers to light, the background comes into focus, but it's purely static and impossible to make anything out. 

Despite this, the Digital Dolls don't seem worried.

With spotlights shining down on the stage, it becomes a lot easier to see the stage set. Surrounding the group are several staticy TV screens. Or at least drawings of them. They don't exactly look real, the TVs look heavily stylized and painted on the wood the Performance Hall provided for backdrops. It seems the Digital Dolls made good use of them. There are twelve painted staticky TV screens surrounding them, matching the output from the projector. Hugging the stage are patchwork curtains to match the group's outfits.

Standing in position, with each member striking a pose, the instrumental track begins to play. It's pure bubblegum pop, with all the staples of the genre. The complicated overlapping synth samples, the major key, the accompanying bass, and supporting percussion. No one in the Digital Dolls is handling an instrument, so it's clear this is pre-recorded. Even more so, for the trained ear, it's easy to figure out everything in the song is created digitally. But rather than being a negative, this sort of sound seems to suit the Digital Dolls. It's even in the name!

It's not immediately clear due to the genre change, but to those familiar with Vocaloid, it clicks after a few moments. This is [Chimera by DECO*27].

As the music starts, the three spin around to reveal their faces. Painted in grey patchwork makeup, they look like zombies.Their choreography mimics this, with tight motions that seem to snap into place. Shortly after the instrumental begins, Lau Fei skips to the front of the group and begins singing.

"Oh, one like one more You’re looking like a wolf wooled to keep it warm," Lau Fei sings to the audience. Towards the end of their lyrics, they abruptly spin on their heels to face the projector screen and gesture with arms wide in front of them. 

On the staticky screen, a black silhouette appears on the left with a loading symbol superimposed on the figure's body. After Lau Fei's party, it only takes a moment to recognize this figure as belonging to Oscar- who steps behind Lau Fei leans forward, singing while looming behind his shoulder.

"Watch your step now!" 

Lau Fei spins back to the audience, following the cute choreography as he sings the next lyrics alongside Oscar, "Testing starts from the top, we’re counting down."

Two more black loading silhouettes appear on the screen next to Oscar, Miku and Neru. Although it's difficult to see everything with the silhouettes, it's clear to see they're dancing as well, spinning around each other to the front of the stage to sing together. Miku moves a bit slower while Neru is perfectly on the beat. "And the greedy, the needy, fall in poison left to drown."

Neru sings, her voice carrying, "Oh, likes more, sweet more." She taps the side of her face as she sings.

"Within that painted face, try to keep your core," Miku and Neru sing together. Miku flashes a small heart with her hands as she danced away while Neru moves from the spotlight.

Inazuma and Lau Fei twirl around each other, allowing the girl to take a spot with Miku to sing together, "Pick your words so you’ll,"

Pellonia joins Inazuma in center stage to sing together, "Care for the you that you hate the very worst!"

The spotlight bears down on Pellonia specifically as Inazuma spins behind Pellonia's back, while Pellonia alone sings with a slight growl, "And tie up the thoughts that no one needs and let them burn."

Lau Fei, Pellonia, and Inazuma stand side by side, bringing their hands up to cover their faces, and in beat with the counting move like marionettes- revealing their eyes first before reaching out to the audience while singing, "1, 2, 3, 4, Tensions up ever more to pop

Let's do it, Let's do it."

The duck at the end to allow an unimpeded view of the Virtual Singer silhouettes.

 "1, 2, 3, 4, Tensions up ever more to rock

Let's do it, Let's do it!" The Virtual Singers sing. Miku extends her hands out to the audience while Neru flashes a peace sign.

Together, dancing in tandem, the group finishes out the chorus of the song. With the final lyric of the chorus, something changes. With an instrumental break for the group to dance to, the sound of a metronome begins to play. It clicks methodically, raising the BPM slowly while an image of a metronome appears on the screen behind the Virtual Singers. 

As Pellonia and Lau Fei dance together, Inazuma, speedy as a cat, runs to one of the TV set displays and stomps on something on the ground. All at once, all of the TV set displays spin 180 degrees, revealing a new image on the other side. The televisions are the same, but instead of staticy screens, they've been replaced with the image of a metronome. 

At the same moment, the projected screen clears of all static, revealing all three of the Virtual Singers together. Their costumes match the rest of the Digital Dolls, in pink and black patchwork outfits, and Frankenstein makeup that suggests they've been stitched together. Rather than animal ears like the human members, they have pins just like Frankenstein's Monster. 

As the song shifts, rather seamlessly, it's difficult to tell what it is until Inazuma begins singing. 

"The rules of the world as succeeds:

'The new fun takes over when old recedes'," Inazuma's voice rings out. It’s gruff and passionate, but no longer using those traits to mask inexperience. To those with a good knowledge of Vocaloid songs, they may recognize these lyrics and the melody as being [The Real Disappearance of Hatsune Miku by cosMo@Bousou-P].

As the group runs through the song, their energetic choreography continues on. Every piece has been thought through, from the way Inazuma bounces around the others to the Virtual Singers providing their harmonies and shadowing the physical members. Together, they sing- as many lines as possible are sung in pairs and trios, voices mingling to support each other and carry into the air intensely. It’s beyond obvious how hard they’ve worked, playing off of each other with their trust in each other on full display.

The end of the song becomes more chaotic, but a controlled sort, with Pellonia, Neru, and Lau Fei singing the lyrics to "Chimera", and Inazuma, Miku, and Oscar singing the lyrics to "The Real Disappearance of Hatsune Miku" at the same time. Despite them singing over each other, the sound doesn't muddy. It seems to compliment one another with the contrasting harmonies mixing together in a pleasant cacophony of sound. Two sounds stitched together. Embodying the concept not only of a Chimera, not only of Creation, but of rearrangement.

While they sing this portion together, for the choreography, the Virtual Singers, in a slightly elevated position due to their projection, act as though they are puppeting the human ones in a cute and fun dance. 

In their first performance together, they'd been awkward, still finding their footing. But this version of the Digital Dolls? Something was different now. Perhaps they were closer. Perhaps they simply had a better understanding of the theme. 

No performance is ever perfect, but this is seamless and practiced for them. And most importantly, they look happy to be singing and dancing for everyone up on that stage.

The final lyrics are sung by Pellonia, Inazuma, and Lau Fei. The living members, the humans.

"Well, at the least I hope the world you’ll see in the end

Is a warming one where nobody has to pretend."

A hopeful ending, one that suits the upbeat and poppy rearrangement. The instrumental ends with only a few final notes, leaving the group on stage standing in silence. Despite this, they smile so brilliantly.

Without even waiting for an applause, Lau Fei launches themself at Pellonia and Inazuma, to pull them into a big group hug. They're almost tearing up, but the smile on their face leaves no room for misinterpretation. 

"We did it. You guys did it! You're amazing!"

Pellonia lets out a laugh, catching Lau Fei easily as she smiles meekly out at the audience. “No, you were amazing, Lau Fei. And, uh, th-thank you everyone for watching!”

The mascot runs over, doing her best to turn this into a group hug with one arm, and as she uses her other to bring the microphone to her mouth, she gives her little send-off. “We’ve been the Digidolls! And we’ll seeeeeee you next time!”

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