#rip jimmy z

[searobotsoda]

THEY DID NOT JUST REFERENCE THE PETER GRIFFIN DEATH POSE MEME IM CRYING -

[duranduratulsa]

Now showing on DuranDuranTulsa's Flashback Theater...Purple Rain (1984) on glorious vintage VHS 📼!...remembering Prince 8 years later! #movie #movies #drama #music #purplerain #purplerain40 #prince #ripprince #princeandtherevolution #TheRevolution #wendyandlisa #thetime #MorrisDay #jeromebenton #jilljones #apollonia #ClarenceWilliamsIII #RIPClarenceWilliamsIII #JesseJohnson #bobbyz #brownmark #doctorfink #80s #vintage #vhs #durandurantulsa #durandurantulsasflashbacktheater

[hotvintagepoll]

this is a poll for a movie that doesn't exist.

It is vintage times. The powers that be have decided to again remake the classic vampire novel Dracula for the screen. in an amazing show of inter-studio solidarity, Hollywood’s most elite hotties are up for the starring roles. the producers know whoever they cast will greatly impact the genre, quality, and tone of the finished film, so they are turning to their wisest voices for guidance.

you are the new casting director for this star-studded epic. choose your players wisely.

Previously cast:

Jonathan Harker—Jimmy Stewart

The Old Woman—Martita Hunt

Count Dracula—Gloria Holden

Mina Murray—Setsuko Hara

Lucy Westenra—Judy Garland

The Three Voluptuous Women—Betty Grable, Marilyn Monroe, and Lauren Bacall

The Agonized Mother—Mary Philbin (rip)

Dr. Jack Seward—Vincent Price

Quincey P. Morris—Toshiro Mifune

Arthur Holmwood—Sidney Poitier

R.M. Renfield—Conrad Veidt

The Captain of the Demeter—Omar Sharif (rip)

The First Mate of the Demeter—Leonard Nimoy (rip)

Mr. Swales—Ed Wynn (rip)

The Correspondent for The Daily Graph—Ethel Waters

Dracula in dog form—Frank Oz with a puppet

Sister Agatha—Angela Lansbury

Mrs. Westenra—Gladys Cooper

Dracula's solicitors—Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee

Van Helsing is described at length in the novel. He is Dr. Seward's old mentor, possessing "an iron nerve, a temper of the ice-brook, an indomitable resolution, self-command, [....] and the kindliest and truest heart that beats." According to Mina, he is "a man of medium height, strongly built, with his shoulders set back over a broad, deep chest and a neck well balanced on the trunk as the head is on the neck. The poise of the head strikes me at once as indicative of thought and power. The head is noble, well-sized, broad, and large behind the ears. The face, clean-shaven, shows a hard, square chin, a large resolute, mobile mouth, a good-sized nose, rather straight, but with quick, sensitive nostrils, that seem to broaden as the big bushy brows come down and the mouth tightens. The forehead is broad and fine, rising at first almost straight and then sloping back above two bumps or ridges wide apart, such a forehead that the reddish hair cannot possibly tumble over it, but falls naturally back and to the sides. Big, dark blue eyes are set widely apart and are quick and tender or stern with the man's moods." Van Helsing tends to talk through funny stories and bizarre metaphors, is one of the first to consider the supernatural in Lucy's illness, and comes from Amsterdam.

[mrpldiddles]

puppy. | j.drysdale

a/n: so i actually started this this morning before the trade was announced😀 but here’s a quick(ish) little ig edit since i haven’t posted anything in awhile while i work on the tbosas fic that will be coming soon!!

rip trevjamie tho man idk how i’m gonna recover this is like barzy and beau all over again

anaheimducks posted:

anaheimducks: we have a four-legged announcement on #NationalPuppyDay! everyone say hi to Daisy!

comments:

user1: can we talk about jamie with daisy🥺

user2: trevor and jamie look like they need a dog

-> yourusername: don’t encourage them🤧

trevorzegras: @yourusername 🥺🥺🥺

-> jamie.drysdale: @yourusername please🥺🥺🥺

-> yourusername: are you gonna take care of it🥺🥺

-> trevorzegras: YEAH

-> yourusername: LIES you don’t even clean up after yourself

-> trevorzegras: HEY

-> jamie.drysdale: she has a point z…

-> trevorzegras: DON’T TAKE HER SIDE JIMMY

-> user3: this is so entertaining

jackhughes: @yourusername just let them have a puppy

-> trevorzegras: PUPPY! PUPPY! PUPPY!

-> yourusername: you live across the country jack you don’t get a say in this

-> jamie.drysdale: PUPPY! PUPPY! PUPPY!

-> colecaufield: but look how excited they are🥺

-> yourusername: cole you’re not even in the country

-> masonmctavish23: puppy???

-> yourusername: oh god not you too

-> trevorzegras: i promise to put it in direct sunlight and water it everyday🫡

-> yourusername: oh my god

-> jamie.drysdale: he’s joking! (i think…)

-> yourusername: you two are gonna be the death of me

-> trevorzegras: so PUPPY????

yourusername posted:

yourusername: @trevorzegras @jamie.drysdale puppy.

comments:

trevorzegras: PUPPY!!!

jamie.drysdale: PUPPY!!!

masonmctavish23: PUPPY!!!

colecaufield: PUPPY!!!

jackhughes: PUPPY!!!

_quinnhughes: you’re weak

-> yourusername: i know😞

yourbffsusername: how much did they pay you

-> yourusername: a year’s worth of cleaning the bathroom for trevor and a year’s worth of back rubs from jamie🥰

-> trevorzegras: i still think the difference in payment is unfair

-> yourusername: you may be my boyfriend’s boyfriend but you’re not mine

-> trevorzegras: 😞

anaheimducks: a new friend for daisy!!

-> yourusername: that’s what sold me on little miss maisie☺️

-> trevorzegras: for the record i wanted to name her nutter butter

-> colecaufield: NUTTER BUTTER🥜🧈

-> _quinnhughes: are you trying to ruin the poor dog’s life

-> jackhughes: i call for a re-vote between maisie and nutter butter

-> jamie.drysdale: y/n says no

-> yourusername: i’m not naming my child nutter butter.

jamie.drysdale posted:

jamie.drysdale: everybody say thank you @yourusername :)))))))

comments:

trevorzegras: thank you y/n!!!!!

colecaufield: thank you y/nnnnnn

jackhughes: thanks best friend y/n

-> yourusername: i think that title actually belongs to quinn

-> jackhughes: ouch

-> _quinnhughes: thank you best friend y/n

-> yourusername: you're welcome quinny

masonmctavish23: thank you y/n for making me an uncle

-> yourusername: ofc ofc

-> user2: aw mason’s her uncle🥺🤧

yourusername: you're lucky you're cute

-> jamie.drysdale: don't i know it

-> trevorzegras: and what about me???🥺🥺

-> yourusername: you're lucky your boyfriend's cute

-> trevorzegras: i'll take it!!!

yourusername: our maisie girl🥰

-> jamie.drysdale: my two girls😘

-> trevorzegras: our nutter butter😊

-> yourusername: your godfather privileges are so close to being revoked zegras

-> masonmctavish23: the dogfather

-> yourusername: you're next in line don't worry mac

-> trevorzegras: after that joke??!!!??

-> masonmctavish23: i'm committed what can i say

trevorzegras posted:

trevorzegras: welcome to the family nutter butter!!

comments:

yourusername: that is NOT my daughter's name

-> trevorzegras: OUR daughter

-> jamie.drysdale: something i wanna know??

-> yourusername: jamie please tell your boyfriend that our daughter is not named after a cookie

->user1: their family tree is so confusing

jackhughes: NUTTER BUTTER!!!

-> _quinnhughes: and you wonder why you weren't named godfather

-> jackhughes: y/n is this true😭

-> yourusername: thanks for breaking the news for me quinn

-> jackhughes: wow🤧

-> yourusername: so sorry😐

colecaufield: is it still too late for a name re-vote?

-> yourusername: yes.

-> trevorzegras: still up for debate

-> masonmctavish23: is it too late to claim my godfather title?

-> yourusername: please do i can’t take them anymore🤧

-> trevorzegras: you can pry my title out of my dead hands😤

-> yourusername: promise😍

-> jamie.drysdale: don’t tempt her z

anaheimducks: daisy and maisie duck!!

[cyberdragoninfinity]

you know thinking about primo's sword due to the other ask and like? lester can Just Teleport but primo needs the sword. its like z-one threw darts at a board of cool android powers and just handed them out at random. ACTUALLY he got built in rollerskates too what does that have to do with anything. why didnt aporia get the rollerskates

The Three Emperors really all just have the MOST incohesive set of powers and abilities and it's SO funny. WHY DID Z-ONE PICK OUT ROBOT POWERS LIKE THIS JIMMY NEUTRON BIT

we gave primo "teleporting duel disc sword." let's give lester skateboarding.

LESTER'S SO INTERESTING TOO since yeah he can just do teleporting whenever (i love that it's especially implied he uses it to break into your room in tag force 5. video game of all time,) but we ALSO actually DO see him get to use primo's sword after primo gets ripped in half. and it's implied he's used it before too??!?!

^sub dialogue line that does make me a little insane. ignore primo this aint about him.

SO WHATS GOING ON WITH THAT. AND HE HAS ROLLERSKATES!!! hilarious design choice. rolling around like a damn sonic character. literally no reason to be there!!! i love them.

5D's knew if they gave Aporia the rollerblades he would have been too powerful. It would have been like strapping a jetpack on a buffalo. imagine 700 lbs of steel and despair barreling towards you on rollerskates at 80 mph. i can DREAM

[gray-isnt-real]

Dimensional Disaster

Part 4

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White noise echoed through the common area. Static invaded the large monitor. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, as Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy Z stared up at the screen they’d been watching to keep track of their friends. There was nothing now. Just static that buzzed and flickered. Their communications, their video- their whole system was down. And so was the Time Trampoline that sat behind them, smoking slightly from the earlier electrical fire that resulted from the massive glitch in the machine.

Everything had been working fine earlier. The coding and wiring were perfect, in tact from the first initial test. There were no Disrupt-o-bots of Zach’s left behind in the machine. No errors in the code. No issues. The Time Trampoline was working perfectly when Chris and Martin launched themselves back in time to adventure with black-faced honeycreepers. They had a flawless video connection. They could hear everything just fine.

Then the video froze. The audio was crackling badly; they could only make out a couple words. The Trampoline was starting to spark and fizzle, the lights flickered, the screens were beginning to go black. Jimmy had rushed to grab the fire extinguisher as the sparks ignited into warm flames. The Tortuga let out a mechanical, whirring sigh as the lights and other monitors finally blinked off, as the ship entirely shut itself down due to the energy surge.

Now here they sat in the dark, the one large monitor glowing down on them, white noise reverberating through the room while the Trampoline sat, still smoking just slightly.

The Tortuga was dead.

The Time Trampoline was fried.

And they had lost the Kratt brothers.

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“I’ll find my way back to you! I promise!”

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Martin’s back was aching right down to the tailbone as consciousness caught up to him. He had to force himself to wake up, to open his eyes, as much as he wanted to go back to sleep. Just waking up, it stung his eyes to even look at the indirect light, though it didn’t hurt as badly as his aching bottom.

Or his throbbing head.

Or every muscle in his body.

In general, he was feeling like he got stomped into the concrete.

His joints were stiff and terribly sore, wanting to resist all movement if they could help it. The blonde sucked in a breath, and hissed and groaned as he sat himself upright against the wall behind him. He could feel the rubble against his bare legs, the cracks on the wall that he rested his shoulder against. The corridor was dim and grey, accented with faded colored tiles and ripped posters that seemed to have been sitting there for years. Colorful squiggles of paint had been chipped away at. Cracks spidered along the walls, from floor to ceiling. The posters that were in tact were drooping and creased, and faded from the years of hanging there. Far less cheery than they must’ve originally been.

Though, Martin supposed the worst thing about this place was that he didn’t recognize it.

This wasn’t the island of Maui, where the honeycreepers sang. This wasn’t somewhere back in creature time like he’d planned for their adventure that day.

He remembered it vaguely… Everything had been going well. The Trampoline was working like it was meant to, the current of the time warp pulling towards their destination… And then it split, like a random fork in the road leading down two completely different paths. It was pulling him and his brother in two separate directions, like two vacuums working against one another. He remembered the two of them holding onto each other for dear life, hoping to be sucked down one path or the other.

Then a third path opened. Worse than the other two. And Martin had to make a choice.

He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d made the right choice as he slowly pulled himself off the floor, ignoring the popping and aching of his joints. Some areas of his body stung, some felt stiff, but he supposed that’s what happened when he fell out of a time warp and into…an unknown building. That’s right. He had no idea where he was…

Well, he wasn’t going to find out by staying put, was he?

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[joslincox]

Songs Used in Ozzy & Drix (Season 1)

Home With Hector

Tik Tok - Ke$ha

I Want You to Want Me - KSM

Girl-Crazy - LMNT

Follow Me Now - Jason Gleed

Human Fly - The Cramps

God Is A DJ - P!NK

Dancing With Myself - Billy Idol

I Wonder - Diffuser

Should I Stay Or Should I Go - The Clash

Cupid's Chokehold - Gym Class Heroes

Juliet - LMNT

Ms. Jackson - Outkast

Ultimate - Lindsay Lohan

Don't Mess With My Man - Nivea

These Boots Are Made For Walkin' - Geri Haiwell

DJ Got Us Falling In Love - Usher

Dynamite - Taio Cruz

Hello - Mindless Behavior

A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton

Pieces of Me - Ashlee Simpson

Call Me Maybe - Carly Rae Jepsen

Don't Stop The Music - Rihanna

Permission to Party - KSM

We Belong Together - Mariah Carey

Moves Like Jagger - Maroon 5 ft. Christina Aguilera

Miracles Happen - Myra

One In A Million - Aaliyah

Reflex

Basketball - Bow Wow

Go Figure - Everlife

Danger Zone - Kenny Loggins

My Own Worst Enemy - Lit

Beat It - Michael Jackson

Basket Case - Green Day

So Bring It On - The Cheetah Girls

Eye Of The Tiger - Survivor

Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You) - Kelly Clarkson

Irreplaceable - Beyoncé

You're The Best - Joe "Bean" Esposito

Come Clean - Hilary Duff

Strepfinger

Secret Agent Man - Johnny Rivers

Keep It Undercover - Zendaya

Missing U - Robyn

A Lousy Haircut

Strut - The Cheetah Girls

Solo Star - Solange

Beauty Queen - Lash

Hair - Lady Gaga

Oh, My Dog

Who Let The Dogs Out - Baha Men

Bounce - System Of A Down

Bow Wow (That's My Name) - Lil Bow Wow

Hound Dog - Elvis Presley

Puppy Love - Lil Bow Wow

Street Up

Jenny From The Block - Jennifer Lopez

Welcome to The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

Drop It Like It's Hot - Snoop Dogg

Get Low - Lil John & The East Side Boyz

Back In Black -AC/DC

Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones

Bloody Mary - Lady Gaga

Goo Goo Muck - The Cramps

Back to Black - Amy Winehouse

Gas of Doom

About You Now - Miranda Cosgrove

All I Want is Everything - Victoria Justice

When There's Smoke

Cigarette Duet - Princess Chelsea

The Globfather

Summer Is Not Hot - Selena Gomez And The Scene

Pon De Replay - Rihanna

Don't Eat Stuff Off The Sidewalk - The Cramps

Boombastic - Shaggy

Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride - Mark Keali'i

So Sick - Ne-Yo

Beyond The Sea - Bobby Darin

If It's Lovin' What You Want - Rihanna

Cancer - My Chemical Romance

Starships - Nicki Minaj

California Gurls - Katy Perry

Ozzy Jr.

Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N Roses

Always Be My Baby - Mariah Carey

Welcome to My Life - Simple Plan

Growth

American Idiot - Green Day

Drama Queen (That Girl) - Lindsay Lohan

So Yesterday - Hilary Duff

The In Crowd - Mitchel Musso

Wannabe - Spice Girls

Flavor Of The Weak - American Hi-Fi

Genie In A Bottle - Christina Aguilera

Distracted - KSM

Take Me Away - Lash

Rip Her To Shreds - Taryn 24

I Can't Hardly Stand It - The Cramps

Number One - Ginger Fox

How Bad Can I Be - Ed Helms

Mean Gurl - Gina Rene

Rumors - Lindsay Lohan

I'm Just A Kid - Simple Plan

The Art Of Losing - American Hi-Fi

The Middle - Jimmy Eat World

Tangled Up in Me - Skye Sweetnam

Run This Town - Jay-Z, Kanye West and Rihanna

She's So Mean - Matchboy T

Me Vs. The World - Halo Friendlies

Get Out - Mitchel Musso

Royals - Lorde

Sugar Shock

Sugar Rush - AKB48

Sugar, We're Going Down - Fall Out Boy

I Want Candy - Cory Simpson

Candy - Mandy Moore

Goodies - Ciara

Sell Me Candy - Rihanna

Candy Shop - 50 Cent

Lolipop (Candyman) - Aqua

The Sweet Escape - Gwen Stefani

The Dream Factory

Sleep - My Chemical Romance

Thriller - Michael Jackson

Someone's Watching Me - Hilary Duff

Rockin' Bones - The Cramps

Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics

Remains of The Day

Scream

The Monster - Eminem and Rihanna

Problem (The Monster Remix) - Becky G and Will.i.am

Ghost of You And Me - BBMAK

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

The Ghost of You - My Chemical Romance

Ghost of You - Selena Gomez And The Scene

What Dreams Are Made Of - Hilary Duff

Friends On The Other Side - Keith David

House of Wolves - My Chemical Romance

Calling All The Monsters - China Anne McClain

[jokerislandgirl32]

Malfunction AU?

Zach Varmitech tampers with Aviva’s Creature Power Disks and Creature Power Suits, resulting in an unthinkable tragedy.

So this is a new fic idea I’ve been working on. It’s an angst driven Ziolet fic, no surprise, right? But in this Au/fic, Zach’s life is ripped apart after he tampers with Aviva’s technology, severing his connection with Violet and their daughters Varina and Vera. See the snippet below! Please note mentions of harm, depression, angst, and scarring.

I hope you all enjoy, feel free to let me know what you think and/or ask questions about the Au!

“Vari!” My little sister Vera yelled, running to me with a small box in her hand, her small mouth was still covered in the green icing from the Tortuga shaped birthday cake Jimmy Z made for me, “you forgot one present!”

I smiled at her, taking it out of her hand, guessing it was one she’d made for me, maybe it was another friendship bracelet. Aviva, Koki, and her made them together all the time.

She eagerly bounced beside me, her green eyes shining and her dark brown curls bobbing with each little leap, “go on and open it!”

“Why are you so excited for me to open it, what did you make me?” I asked pulling off the red ribbon and ripping the black paper to find a simple blue jewelry box.

“I didn’t make it, daddy sent it…” Vera explained, smiling, and all at once everyone went quiet.

“Daddy sent me a gift?” I asked looking at the Wild Kratts, Amy, Paige, Nathaniel, and Todd for support.

“The wrapping paper has Zach’s colors…” Martin noted, coming to stand beside me and putting his hand on my shoulder, “why don’t you see what’s inside Vari?”

“But daddy’s bad right, what if it’s something bad?” I whispered, I felt like crying, I loved my dad, but ever since IT happened…ever since dad had his break down and couldn’t take care of us…ever since mom had…well, ever since IT had happened I was scared of him.

Aviva came to my other side and looked at Martin and the rest of the team before she wrapped her arm around me, “Varina, your daddy wouldn’t ever hurt you or Vera.”

I started crying, “But…but he hurt mommy!”

“He didn’t mean to hurt her!” Vera interjected, crying herself, she didn’t remember much about mom or dad, but she always defended dad.

Aviva agreed with Vera, “Vera’s right, it was a terrible accident, you’re mommy even admitted it before…”

“I don’t wanna think about it,” I sniffed, throwing the box to the ground in anger. The lid popped off to reveal none other than my mother’s butterfly necklace.

“Mommy’s necklace…” Vera and I breathed in unison, locking eyes.

VvvvvvVvvvvvV

I checked the monitors to ensure everything was stable with Violet’s health. For the past three years I’d rarely left my headquarters for longer than a few hours, rarely left this room for longer than it took me to sleep, eat, etc. Most of the time I’d ended up crawling into this bed and falling asleep beside her.

For the past three years I’d hated myself for what I’d done to her and our girls…I’d ruined all of our lives just because I was trying to outdo the Wild Rats.

Today was our Vari’s tenth birthday, but I still couldn’t bring myself to face the girls, I didn’t trust myself around them after what had happened to Violet. I couldn’t hurt my beautiful daughters like I’d hurt my perfect wife…Instead of going to her birthday party, I’d sent Violet’s necklace to her. After three years, and no signs of improvement, I figured Violet didn’t really need it anymore.

I curled up beside Violet on the bed and wrapped my arm around her, I’d hired nurses to care for her and Zachbots and myself also tended her, so she still looked as healthy, beautiful, and youthful as ever. If I didn’t know she was in a coma I’d have thought she was sleeping.

“Varina’s ten today, Vi…she’s so beautiful, she looks just like you, minus the dark hair and pale skin of course…Vera’s 6 now…she keeps sending me friendship bracelets she makes with the Wild Rats, that kind of reminds me of someone else I know…hehe” I stroked her perfect face as I spoke to her.

“I wish you were here…I gave Vari your necklace because…I don’t know if you’re ever gonna wake up…I hope you’re not mad, I hope she’ll love it…”

I buried my face into the crook of her scarred neck as a wave of sobs overtook me, “I’m so sorry Vi, I’m so sorry for doing this to you, and our girls…”

“Za-zachhh…”

[barrykoeghan]

morning after osheaga for green day & smashing pumpkins here's my little notes!!

was super close for pumpkins on the right side had a pretty view of the wheel that was nice

people only screamed for four songs/hits which i think is hilarious considering honestly they were dead the rest of the time

the show was great but for a second to first headliner people were so fucking dead oh my god i mean yeah heat but also doesn't really explain it

also the person in charge of filming i think did not know who james and jimmy were and just did not film enough close ups of guitar solos and honestly i think that means rock is dying how do you not know to film a guitar close up when they're shredding that was a bit upsetting

i decided to be crazy and leave my super comfy spot at the front of the pumpkins barricade to adventure my way to the other stage for green day and for 3/4 of the show i did not realise, because i am short, that i was not that far off from the stage rip, there should be laws against tall people at the front i don't care about first come first serve i was close to the stage and i didn't even KNOW it that's ridiculous

so gen z people in my area were okay !! behaved !! people could breathe no one was pushing each other heard someone say 'if there's a pit i'll protect you', a group of 5 gen z girls who def looked like the spice girls were having the time of their lives and all the men around them were deliberately standing like a few steps away from them cause they were moving a lot and that's just so nice to see, it wasn't covid distancing but i didn't bump into anyone and that was super nice

said spice girls went nuts for maybe i'm the faggot america and all the girls turned to baby spice and pointed at her and yelled 'that's you!!!!' and she just went 'me!!!!' 🥺

baby spice also halfway through the show just gasped very loudly and said "oh my god he's so hot"

halfway through the show the sound fucked up :///// someone's getting fired ://////

also like we all knew this was dookie followed by american idiot and yet gen z were always fucking surprised when songs were playing ESP for american idiot WHEN the songs were being played in ALBUM order??? i cannot physically scientifically explain why this was happening but i did get good videos because i guess i just have listened to the album (?) ?? and knew when my fave songs were gonna start or when there's a beat drop just to see if they were gonna pull something off i can't say unlike them because they knew the songs but ..... i don't think they knew those songs were on the same album ??? kinda crazy to say also when they played whatsername people seemed confused as to why is the stage dark did they leave why did they leave hONEY H O N E Y !!!!!!!!!

they did like three encores and it was rlly nice hearing bobby sox live bc it's always nice to know someone has personally written a song about you just for you thnk u guys i really appreciate it

i am also a theatre gay and while i was hearing the songs as originally composed i kept hearing the broadway cast in my head my brain had a BLAST it sounded SO good someone should blend the two

i felt so goddamn old (also i fuckin ran and got the second metro home and that was SO nice)

[wackpedion]

YAYAYA I LOVE UUUU OKAY SO MSI is made up of 4 members, the lead singer Jimmy Urine, guitarist Steve, Righ?, bassist Lyn-Z, and drummer Kitty. The first bassist for MSI was Vanessa YT but she left some time after the release of their second studio album Frankenstein Girls Will Seem Strangely Sexy

MSI's gimmick seems very immature on their surface, basically their goal is to just offend and be unpalatable to the general public. However it's actually such an interesting approach they have to music, in where they refuse to abide whats profitable and easy to sell and rather do what nobody else dares to do, talk about things nobody else dares to talk about. They value free speech Alot, and refuse to tone themselves down for anyone else. Another core idea of MSI is this quote "oppression of the word is what gives it the power", it comes from this skit about slurs and the message is basically that to oppress a word gives it more meaning and power when it's used, and to normalize it as any other word removes that power. This quote was printed on the back of the FGWSSS CD, the skit was ripped and featured in Crappy Little Demo, and it's also in Jimmy's solo song Problematic. This leads into why MSI's so free with language and don't shy away from using slurs, which as you can imagine is very controversial (which is fair, there are things to criticize about that approach such as if its possible, correct, or if its even their place to make such an assertion)

Not to mention the sound of their music itself is such a unique and fascinating blend of so many styles. Basically, for their album Tight they recorded a cover of the song Bring The Pain in several different styles and genres that they liked and were looking to take inspiration from, and then they took the best parts of each one and edited them together. This sounds easy, but this was in the 90s and using shitty equipment so it was quite the difficult effort but they fucking did it anyway, and this mashed together cover served as the basis and blueprint for the MSI style. It's so interesting and makes them truely like no other, MSI likes to make jokes off this by calling their genre Industrial Jungle Pussy Punk

Additionally they're such colorful characters, especially Jimmy Urine. They're known for their crazy stage antics and performances, the band likens themselves to being more entertainers than musicians. Things they've done at shows: Lyn-Z climbed unto a balcony and threw bar stools down at the audience, Jimmy Urine set his own pubes on fire (and was later arrested for public indecency), start playing a wildly different style of music in the middle of a show to confuse everyone, one time Jimmy Urine said "I am going to fuck this up because I hate all of you" and then proceeded to sing a whole ass other song while the rest of the band played something else, they have this taxidermied canine called Chauncey that they would sometimes bring out to performances, Jimmy Urine making out with people at shows, Jimmy Urine making out with a man and then proceeding to call him a Faggot, Jimmy Urine pissing in a cup and drinking it, also Steve drinking Jimmy's piss and then spitting out into the audience, also Steve puking at shows, and etc. They're actually fucking insane nobody else does it like them.

also as you said YES HOME OF SEXUALS !! Jimmy Urine is so openly queer and I admire him so much for it, guy was so unapologetic and out in the 90s and early 2000s and didn't even stop to explain or label himself which is metal as fuck. I will always remember the time he had "RED IS FOR FAGZ" written on his back as he wore all red, I would say more but like I made some other post about it recently so I don't feel like listing out all the gay shit he's done

And now one last thing I'll talk about: Their album Frankenstein Girls Will Seem Strangely Sexy, specifically its production because its such a funny fucking story. Basically, after the release of their debut studio album, Tight, many different record labels wanted to work with them. And so what did MSI do? Be as annoying as fucking possible for no fucking reason. They would charge obscene amount of money for their appearances, they would purposefully ruin their own songs, the investors wanted an album that would be good for radio and so naturally MSI filled it with as many curse words as fucking possible and then made nearly all of the songs under 2 minutes, then the song Faggot which is all about gay sex, they made the album as obnoxious sounding as fucking possible, on the CD's there would be stickers like "Be the first on your block to throw this new album out!", it has 30 tracks and they're all in alphabetical order, and also they priced it at 30 bucks so it wouldn't sell well. They basically did their fucking best to drain as much money as they could from labels and make sure they wouldn't make any money back on it its funny as hell like what was their PROBLEM. I love them. ok thats it sorry for this wall of text did u know i have autism

heyyy can i infodump to u ab MSI i feel like you'd get a kick out of their antics

Hell yeah tell me about the home of sexuals

[kylosupremeimagines]

Clyde Logan A-Z Fluff

(Special thanks to @driversmutbucket​ for helping me with this!) 

A = affection (how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more in private?) Pet names, oh god, the amount of pet names that man has for you. At the beginning of your relationship you actually thought he had forgotten your name. Darling, sweetheart, baby, doll, sweetness, sweetie, honey, precious, angel, pumpkin, sweet pea....etc Clyde Logan is one affectionate teddy bear. He is so sweet with you that he gets teased about it by his friends and family- Jimmy often pretends to vomit. In public he makes it know that you are his woman.

B = best memory (what is the best memory they have with you) Even if it’s a little cheesy, one of his best memories would be his first date with you, no matter how long he knew you beforehand. It shows that you have an interest in being more than just friends with him and gives him hope for a future family. He will remember even the smallest of details such as which way your hair is parted.

C = cat or dog person (this is pretty obvious) Dog, he loves their loyalty and unwavering affection,  although he doesn’t have one of his own, he would love to have one eventually. It would be comforting to know you had a protector when he was working long nights at the bar.

D = dreams (what do they want to do in life?) It is simple, really. A big family. With you.

E = evenings (how do they spend their evening? So they go out? Do they read?) If he isn’t working, Clyde loves having dinner with you, then snuggling up on the sofa with you and reading. Enjoying the peace and just being with you.

F = first date (what was it like?) He wanted to do something extremely special so he brought you out to a lake, planning a cute little picnic. There wasn’t really anyone else around and he brought your favorite foods, so it was perfect.  He even brought some wine, but wouldn’t make you drink it if you’re not a fan or don’t drink alcohol. He manages to kiss you, and stars was it the most loving kiss you could ever share with someone.

G = giggle (what is their laugh like? What makes them laugh?) He’ll laugh at just about any hilarious thing someone does, and certainly shows his teeth in that wide, amazing grin of his. His laugh sounds genuine to his entertainment, coming deep from the chest.

H = hugs (do they like hug? What kind of hugs do the give?) Clyde Logan is a goddamn teddy bear. He gives the best hugs. Warm, firm and enveloping. He loves cuddling you, he could all day. Sometimes he does. He isn’t particularly cuddly with other people, being a bit shy. You know once he has babies of his own he will hardly put them down due to all the cuddles he will be giving.

I = instrument (do they play an instrument?) Considering that he only has one hand, he can’t exactly play any instruments. But if he used to play, it most likely would’ve been an acoustic guitar. Though now he still can sing pretty decently.

J = joy (what brings them joy in life?) Family. It’s all he really needs to be happy in life. He would give every ounce of love to his family to the point some people believe it’s a bit excessive. However he would not care about their opinion as his family and the ability to love them gives him more joy in life than he knows what to do with.

K = kisses (what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?) Clyde can be quite the mix with his kisses. Usually he will be loving with them, not afraid to show you physical affection. He’ll run his thumb over your cheek as he leans down to deepen it, lips dancing passionately against yours. He loves that one second yet meaningful good morning kiss.

L = love (how do they act when they have a crush) Jimmy once referred to it as “love drunk”. When he met you he was completely distracted, couldn’t think of anything else but you, and he told you as much. He would mess up drinks at work- something he never did, trip over his own feet when he saw you and be unable to form sentences.

“My brother is damn love drunk on ya y/n, it’s like aliens have removed half his brain.” Jimmy Logan

M = memory (what’s their favourite memory?) Over your time together, his favorite will end up being your wedding day. It symbolizes that you truly will spend the rest of your lives together. And it would make one great day. Imagine the sex that night with Clyde 😉

N = no (what is their pet peeve?) Clyde likes  to know where you are and that you are safe. He hates it when you don’t let him know your plans, or don’t answer your phone or reply to his messages. He will work himself into a state, thinking the Logan curse has struck again if you don’t get in touch in a timely manner.

O = occupation (what’s their dream job?) To be a father. That’s the ultimate for Clyde. He is happy running Duck Tape, and doesn’t yearn for anything beyond that in his career but being a father? Dream job.

P = parent (what kind of parent would they be?) An absolute bloody pushover. He will spoil his kids rotten, shower them in love and affection and let them know they are goddamn miracles to him. Clyde will be the kind of dad that has your children’s friends wishing he was their dad. Your place will always be filled with your children’s friends, noisy and happy.

Q = questions (do they believe in the super natural? Aliens? Anything along those lines) He isn’t too sure what to believe but considering he’s a firm believer in the so called Logan Family Curse, it’s probably safe to say that he does believe in something. He gave into the old ghost stories his siblings would tell him as a kid and it would scare him shitless. He refuses to deny the existence of some intelligent life out there in space. And the list goes on.

R = romantic (are they romantic during the relationship?) Clyde May doubt how well he can express his love, but sometimes he can do so without even trying. You can see the love in his every action, ever facial expression, every gesture. He will remind you how much he cares and do little things for you. Although sometimes it’s with advice from Mellie, he plans the best dates for you. And man the list goes on.

S = smile (what makes them smile without fail) You. It doesn’t matter if he’s physically with you or you pop into his thoughts, you will make him smile each time without fail. Overall his family will do the same as it’s the most important thing to him.

T = together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average) Clyde adores you beyond belief but he knows how to keep his boundaries. He wants to be around you as often as he can but knows when to back off. It’s not like he can’t handle being away from you as long as he knows that you’re doing alright and are safe.

U = unbearable (what habit do they have that’s unbearable? What habit do you have that they find unbearable) Clyde has the tendency to pay more attention to how others are doing before he checks in with himself. He asks you a lot how you’re doing, sometimes to the point where it’s a few times an hour. It can leave you to worry about him when he’s neglecting himself.

V = videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?) Opposes to video, he’s more likely to take photos. Why why put together a whole photo album that you can look back on years down the road and reminisce about your life together with the family?

W = wedding (what was the wedding like?) The wedding would more than likely be out in the woods right by the family’s cabin. All your friends and family would be there, Little Sadie would be the flower girl, and Clyde would be more handsome in that suit than he’s ever been. Overall it would be a great time, and you’d even be able to stay at the cabin for your honeymoon if you wanted. Though, he will feel a little off not having the ring on the traditional finger so you two decided that you too would wear yours on your right ring finger.

X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?) Not that it should be anything for him to be embarrassed about, but he has a huge soft spot for animals. He had a dog he adored in his childhood, and a lot of other pets that came in and out of his family’s lives. He wouldn’t be opposed to having a few animals with you; though he wants to get at least one dog.

Y = yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, sent, word anything) Other men perving on his woman. RIP them, cause he will go straight up feral on their ass.

Z = zzzz (how heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep? What mood do they wake up in? Really any sleeping headcanons) Clyde is always happy to wake up when you are in his bed. He loves those slow lazy mornings where you cuddle and  make love lazily. His sleeping is a bit all over the place. Sometimes he sleeps incredibly heavily, other times restlessly, especially if you aren’t there. He still has occasional PTSD nightmares from his service. Luckily they are becoming less frequent.

[krispyweiss]

Blues, Soul Singer Syl Johnson Dies at 85

Syl Johnson - the blues and soul singer sometimes called the world’s most-sampled artist - has died at age 85, his family said.

“A fiery, fierce fighter, always standing for the pursuit of justice as it related to his music and sound, he will truly be missed by all who crossed his path,” Johnson’s family said in a statement. “His catalog and legacy will be remembered as impeccable and a historical blueprint to all who experience it.”

Known for singles such as “Come On, Sock it to Me,” “Is it Because I’m Black” and his cover of “Take Me to the River,” Johnson’s music skipped forward a couple of generations when rappers including Public Enemy, Jay-Z, Kanye West, Wu-Tang Clan, Tupac Shakur, N.W.A. and others samples elements of his “Different Strokes.”

He ultimately sued many of those artists for unpaid royalties and in 2010 told The New York Times: “I’m sitting in the house that Wu-Tang built with their money.”

His Feb. 6 death comes days after his brother, Jimmy Johnson, died at 93, making for “sad, sad times for the music,” as the elder Johnson’s label Delmark Records put it.

“Damn, RIP Syl Johnson,” Neal Francis tweeted.

Syl Johnson’s music has been re-released in recent decades by Nurmero Group.

“If any single artist could be considered a mascot for Numero, Mississippi-born soul man Syl Johnson was it,” the label said in a tweet. “He was the first major artist to give our humble Southside Chicago operation a shot - even if he did threaten to sue us in that first conversation.

“Sock it to ’em wherever you end up next, old friend.

2/6/22

[spam-monster]

Wandavision post-ep. 6 ramblings/guesses:

- I don’t think Peter/Pietro is Mephisto or Nightmare or whoever’s behind all this, because 

-- A: They wouldn’t have reason to grill Wanda on how she’s “controlling” everything; they would know.

-- B: Related to the above, they wouldn’t be asking Wanda questions or trying to rile her up at all, because they presumably want her to keep the illusion going and trying to get her to remember what happened might break that.

-- However, I do think it’s possible an outside force ripped X-Men Peter out of his universe and tossed him into the MCU with only a basic knowledge of who he’s supposed to be...I just don’t think it’s whoever’s keeping her trapped there.

- Peter fourth wall-breaking at every opportunity = because he’s literally from another universe and got dragged through the fourth wall to get there.

- I think Agnes is Agatha Harkness, but I don’t think she’s behind everything.  Working theory is that she was in contact with Wanda before this, to try and help her control her powers or hook her up with the entity behind all this or something, but she got sucked into Westview like everyone else. 

-- She’s more aware/has more control over herself than the others because of her own powers/she’s working with a powerful entity/she made herself an Important Character in the sitcom intentionally which ensured that she wouldn’t “turn off” fully even when she was away from Wanda/ some combination of all of these. 

-- Possibly either looking to bring someone back from the dead herself, or gave Wanda a bunch of warnings about trying to bring someone else back that went unheeded.

- We know Dottie is important for some reason. A reddit thread (on r/MarvelStudios I think) figured out that her husband has the same name as a minor character who was married to a sorceress that mind-controlled a whole town much the same as what Wanda is doing here. Is Dottie controlling everyone and making them think it’s Wanda for some reason?

- With most of his people being sucked into the Hex, is Hayward gonna have to do an enemy mine team-up with Monica and Jimmy to try and break in? Who is Monica’s contact? Is Vision gonna remember almost breaking out and dying? What hilarious sitcom role will Darcy be cast in? Find out on the next exciting episode of WandaViz Z.

[alpineshepherdbadboy]

okay wait, adding @thesundanceghost 's tags because . . . . . .

if we're gonna talk about this as a thesis statement we should also mention:

i’m dying help

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 81.7

Round Three: Finish ‘em!

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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Reawakening Part 7

           Shmee and Nailbunny stand over Zoli with their shiny, new human bodies. Zoli and her zombies and Johnny and the Night Terrors can only stare at them in shock and awe.

           “Wha-who-you-you’re Agents of the Daydream?” Zoli questions, flabbergasted.

           “Ex-agents,” Nailbunny corrects.

           “Yeah, they definitely hate us now,” Shmee adds.

           “How?” Zoli barks, “how are you here? How do you look like that?”

           As if on cue, the Epic pulls up and the Battalion climb out. Squee glares at Zoli as he slams the car door.

           “You,” she snarls, “you should be a useless husk by now.”

           “Far from it,” Squee says, “in fact, I’m feeling pretty good.”

           “Augh, dammit!” Zoli barks, punching the ground. “Useless! Everyone’s useless! That squishy toy is useless! And you!” She points at the zombies, who flinch under her glare. “You’re all useless!”      

           “Guh-Tess is the one who betrayed us!” Krik argues.

           “Oh, real nice, Krik,” Tess snaps, stomping up to them.

           “He’s right, though,” Dillon points out, gesturing to the Night Terrors. “Why did you side with them?”

           “Because this fucking sucks!” she shouts, “being her slave, being trapped in the Nightmare- it sucks! You can’t say it doesn’t. And they’re free, so why can’t we be?”

           Jimmy, Krik, Dillon, and Edgar are unable to argue and just stare at her, speechless.

           “Useless,” Zoli snarls as she stands up. “All of you!”

           Shadows swirl around her hand, summoning a new scythe. The zombies cry out as she charges them.

           Her blade clangs against something and she stumbles back. She growls as she looks up at Squee who stands in front of the zombies, knives raised.

           “That’s enough, Zoli,” he says. The rest of the Battalion joins him, weapons ready.

           Zoli snorts. “Oh, so the children are facing me again? Cause that worked so well last time.”

           “Okay, admittedly you did get the best of us last time,” Dib says.

           “Zim will admit nothing,” Zim snaps.

           “But this time, the whole team is together,” Pepito adds, “and you got nothing we can’t handle.”

           “In fact, it’s even more than us,” Gaz adds.

           Zoli looks back as Johnny, Shmee, Nailbunny, and the Night Terrors approach. She nervously glances back and forth between everyone as they ready their weapons.

           “Uh z-zombies! Attack!” she orders.

           None of them move. Jimmy, Krik, Dillon, and Edgar glance between each other then look at Tess, who watches them with quietly begging eyes.

           “Did you hear me?” Zoli barks, “I am your master! Obey me or else!”

           All five zombies suddenly drop to their knees, crying out in pain as they grip their heads.

           “Ugh, you’re right, Tess,” Edgar groans, “this does fucking suck.”

           “That’s enough, Zoli!” Squee snaps, “it’s over!”

           Zoli glares at him hopelessly. Then she reaches into her coat and whips out a gun.

           She fires. Squee flies off his feet as the bullet hits his chest. Everyone cries out in alarm as Pepito and Gaz catch him.

           “Easy, we got you,” Pepito says as they steady him. Squee gasps and lifts his shirt, revealing Irken branded chest armor, the bullet embedded in it.

           “See?” Squee says, “I told you she’d have a gun.”

           “Yeah, good thing we put that on you,” Tak adds.

           “You-!” Zoli starts to bark when a blade goes through her throat. She gags on blood before Johnny slices off her head with one stroke. It bounces down by his feet while her body collapses into a heap.

           “Nice one,” Eff comments.

           “Okay, so she’s dead,” D-boy remarks and looks at the zombies. “What about them?”

           “They’re still here,” Sickness points out.

           “Maybe they really can be free?” Reverend Meat questions.

           “No, I’m afraid not,” Nailbunny sighs.

           “What?” he questions, “why not-?”

           He’s suddenly cut off by Zoli’s body bursting into a mass of Nightmare appendages.

           “Kids, get out of the way!” Shmee barks.

           The Battalion quickly dives out of the way as the tendrils lunge and wrap around the zombies. They all scream as one by one, they’re pulled into the writhing mass.

           “No!” Reverend Meat exclaims and leaps forward, grabbing onto Tess. Eff, D-boy, and Sickness quickly join him and try to hold her back, but the tendrils start to wrap up their arms.

           “Let her go!” Shmee orders, “or you’ll get pulled in too!”

           “Listen to him,” Tess demands.

           “We said we’d help you!” Reverend Meat says, “and we will!”

           “It’s too late,” Tess insists, “but you have your freedom. You have to keep it.”

           The Night Terrors stare at her hopelessly as the tendrils continue to wrap around their arms.

           “It’s okay,” she smiles weakly, “thank you for wanting to help me. No one’s ever done that for me before.”

           “We’ll find a way to free you,” Reverend Meat swears, “we promise.”

           They let her go and rip their arms out of the appendages. She’s quickly swallowed up by the Nightmare. It writhes and swirls around itself before disappearing into nothingness.

           Everyone stares at where it was for a second, stunned and speechless. Then the Night Terrors all gasp loudly as they collapse to their knees, their human features returning.

           “You guys okay?” Squee asks.

           “Yeah,” Eff sighs, “just a little wiped.”            “That form takes a lot out of us,” D-boy adds.

           “Yeah, I wanted to ask about that,” Squee says, “I didn’t give you that power, did I?”

           “Even we have our secrets, Little Boss,” Reverend Meat smiles.

           Squee smiles back. “Well, thanks for your help. For everything.”

           The four of them smile bashfully.

          Johnny sighs heavily as he sits down and hangs his head. Squee smiles softly, sits next to him, and leans against him.

           “Thank you too,” he says.

           “You don’t have to thank me,” Johnny replies, resting his head against Squee’s.

           Squee looks up at his friends. “Thank you all. For everything.”

           Everyone smiles warmly at him.

           “There they are!”

           Everybody looks over at the voice and sees Devi and Tenna running towards them. They double over as they reach them, panting heavily.

           “Finally found you,” Devi says.

           “Did you run here?” Johnny asks.

           “Yeah, well it’s not like we have a car,” she points out.

           “The news was going crazy about buildings falling apart around here,” Tenna says, “so we came to check it out because we figured it was from you fighting Zoli.”

           “Yeah, and we beat her,” Johnny states.

           Devi and Tenna smile with relief then notice Shmee and Nailbunny.

           “Uh, who are they?” Devi asks.

           “Hello, Devi, Tenna,” Shmee says.

           “Shmee?” they question.

           “And I am Nailbunny,” Nailbunny says, “it’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

           “Nailbunny?” Devi questions then looks at Squee. “Did you…make them human?”            He smiles and nods.

         “While we’re on that topic,” Eff says as he and D-boy stand up and face Nailbunny. “Bunny.”

           “Doughboys,” he replies.

           “Don’t think you can just show up here and be all heroic after being away for so long,” D-boy snaps.

           “The only reason I was away is because you two drove me out of Nny’s mind,” Nailbunny retorts.

           “What are your plans now?” Eff asks, “cause you ain’t staying with us.”

           “Like we wanna stay with you in your disgusting van,” Shmee scoffs, “we’ll find our own way.”

           “Where will you go?” Squee asks.

           “Anywhere,” he shrugs and smiles. “But don’t worry. I won’t be far.”

           Squee smiles back.

           “It’s been a long time since I had a body and I’ve never had freedom like this,” Nailbunny says, “I look forward to using it.”

           “It’s not as great as it sounds,” Johnny grunts, “being human is overrated.”

           “I know all about how you feel about being human,” Nailbunny grins. Johnny smiles back.

           “I guess we missed a lot,” Devi remarks and looks at Squee. “How are you doing?”

           He considers the question. “I’m…better. A little bit. Still not great. But I feel…not different, really. It’s like…the last couple weeks have been a nightmare and I’ve finally woken up.”

           He smiles. “I feel reawakened.”

[jemelle]

reflections {ncis}

rating: g

pairing: n/a, ziva david & abby sciuto

summary: 'Family. That’s what they are, aren’t they?' (or: Ziva & Abby celebrate Hanukkah)

a/n: set season 3 aka 2005. written for day 10 of the holiday special organized by @blakes-dictionxry, though i did stretch the prompt (when do i not?) i’m not Jewish, so if i’ve misrepresented something, please let me know! thank you for reading and chag chanukah sameach!

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you can also read this story on ao3 here!

“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it." – Edith Wharton

Ziva is supposed to be on vacation. Right now, she should be at a nice hotel outside of Annapolis, taking a bubble bath and reading the kind of magazines that Tony would never let her live down. It’s the day after Christmas, after all. Judging from the way some people in this country act, if anyone should be able to convince people to hold off on committing crimes for a few days, it’s the Christian God. Yet somehow, she’s still at work.

The phone call had come at eight in the morning, jolting Ziva out of a rare lie-in. She had reached for the receiver in the darkness, cursing loudly in Hebrew as her hand banged into the lamp on the side table.

“What is it?” she had groused without bothering to check the caller ID, voice still heavy from sleep. There was only one person who would dare disturb her this early, and she already had a good idea of what Gibbs was going to say.

“We got a case,” was the response, much as she had expected. Ziva had sighed, hanging up and running a hand through her unkempt hair. She really did not get paid enough for this.

In the end, it had turned out to be a simple case. One hard look at the brother and he had confessed, a jealous rage taken too far. No red herrings, no international crime syndicates. A waste of their investigative skills, if she’s being honest. 

The case itself had finished around four in the afternoon, but then there was the paperwork, and it was entirely possible Ziva had been putting off last week’s work as well. By the time she’s finished all of that, it’s too late to drive to her (non-refundable, she feels the need to add) reservation if she wants to arrive at a reasonable hour.

She’s getting ready to leave, promising herself that she can still salvage what’s left of this day, when McGee tells her that she’s needed urgently in Abby’s lab. As far as Ziva can remember, she hasn’t asked Abby for anything recently, so she approaches the lab carefully, half-expecting to find a sobbing Abby on the floor. Why Tony and Tim expect her to be able to deal with emotions, she’ll never understand. She may be a woman, but Ziva thinks she’s proven time and time again that emotional connection is not her forte.

The lights are dimmed when Ziva rounds the corner into Abby’s lab, but Abby herself is nowhere to be seen. Instead, Ziva sees a neatly set table with two place settings and, strangely, a hanukkiah. 

Tonight is the second night of Hanukkah. Ziva knows that– she had packed her own hanukkiah in her suitcase, intending to light it and pray when she reached her hotel room. But, to the best of Ziva’s knowledge, Abby isn’t Jewish.

Ziva raps lightly on the door to the lab, watching as Abby emerges from a shadowed back corner of the room. She sure can hide, Ziva will give her that. 

“What is this?” Ziva asks, gesturing at the spread in front of her.

“Happy Hanukkah!” Abby says, as if that answers the question. She steps further out of the shadows and Ziva can see that she’s holding a frying pan. 

“Thank you.” Ziva is confused, to put it mildly. While she appreciates the sentiment, she's still no closer to understanding the rationale behind Abby’s actions.

“Well, I thought… you don’t really have any family in D.C, so I researched what to do!” Abby approaches the table, depositing what Ziva can now see are latkes on the plates. Leaving the pan on the nearest lab surface, she flicks on the lights, displaying blue and white garlands hung around the room. “I even got you a present!”

“Oh, Abby.” She really is touched, especially given the rocky start their relationship had gotten off to. This is a gesture she might expect from Jenny (well, at least the dinner portion. She doesn’t think Jenny has ever been one for tinsel), but Abby doing this is a true testament to her giant heart.

“But?” Abby prompts, and Ziva forgot that while Abby is kind, she is first and foremost always willing to speak her mind. 

Ziva feigns innocence, the best she knows how to. “But what?”

Abby pouts. “There’s a but, I can tell.”

No one is immune to the Abby pout. Ziva relents, sitting down in one of the chairs and motioning for Abby to join her.

“It is just that Hanukkah is not very big in Israel.” 

If Ziva were home right now, she would probably be helping to light Rivka’s family menorah, saying her blessings, and (Ziva’s personal favorite) having latkes and sufganiyot. When she was eight, Ziva had eaten so many sufganiyot that she’d sworn off them forever. Naturally, her family had never let her live that down. They had been a family once, before Eli had left and Tali had died and Ari had become someone she no longer recognized.

“It’s not?” Abby’s voice pulls Ziva out of her memories.

“No. It is a big deal in America because Christmas is such a big deal. Children see all their friends getting presents and they want them too. In Israel, Hanukkah is about family.” Sure, there are parties and festivals, but none of this extravagant gift-giving she has seen in America. Ziva has nothing against adapting traditions, but the American celebrations hold nothing of value to her.

Abby’s face falls, and Ziva mentally kicks herself. “It is lovely, though,” she says, reaching past Abby to dim the lights again. There. Without the garlands in sight, it reminds her much more of the Hanukkahs she remembers.

“I know I wasn’t always… the nicest to you,” Abby says, and Ziva laughs, because that is the understatement of the century. “But… I really like you, Ziva David, and even if I didn’t, you’re part of our family now.”

Family. That’s what they are, aren’t they? Though they are her team by definition, the word team can’t possibly encompass all they meant to her. 

Gibbs is the only one who knows her secret and the only one she would have trusted with it. Tony and McGee are always by her side, ready to insult or defend her at a moment’s notice. Ducky is an ever-friendly ear and Jimmy a kind presence. Ziva includes Jenny in her count as well, though she isn’t sure Jenny would have included herself; she is always watching out for them, playing the games none of the rest of them want. And here is Abby, so different from Ziva in almost every regard, trying to make her feel at home.

If she were more sentimental, Ziva would call it a miracle. She had lost her first family a long time ago, even if Eli and Rivka are still alive. That a group of people are willing to accept her, to give her a second chance, makes her heart swell and her eyes water in an utterly un-Ziva fashion.

A tear must escape her eye, because before she knows it Abby is handing her a tissue. Ziva takes it, only slightly mortified, dabbing at her eyes until they’re dry. 

“I am okay,” she says in response to Abby’s unasked question. 

Wordlessly, Abby pulls a square box out of her pocket and slides it across the table. It’s wrapped in patterned paper, sparkling white stars against a midnight blue sky. Ziva slides a careful finger under the seam of the paper, trying not to rip it. 

Inside is a plain white mug. Ziva picks it up with two hands, spinning it around to reveal a simple Z printed on it.

“Thank you, Abby,” she says sincerely, before chuckling. “Now Tony will not be able to pretend he accidentally forgot which coffee mug is his.”

Abby’s smile drops, and she looks as though she might cry. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, but no sound escapes. Ziva waits patiently, because getting information out of Abby when she’s not ready to speak is like trying to get an internationally wanted criminal to talk.

When she finally speaks, Ziva has to strain to hear her. “I’m sorry… it’s just that the way you said that reminded me of Kate. I miss her.”

“Kate sounds like a wonderful person,” Ziva says. When she had first joined, that might have been a lie. She had quickly gotten sick of hearing how amazing Kate had been, of trying to measure up to a ghost. Now, Ziva knows that she can’t try to be anyone but who she is, and she only wishes she could have met the woman who apparently was more than a match for Tony.

“She was,” Abby responds, and now she’s the one who’s crying.

Ziva leans across the table, letting Abby hold her hands while she sobs. After a little while, Abby lets go, wiping her eyes with another tissue pulled from the depths of her lab coat. Absent-mindedly, Ziva picks up the matchbox lying by the hanukkiah, turning it over in her hands.

“Do you know the story of Hanukkah?” she asks. Abby shakes her head, eyes still watery. Ziva smiles, letting her head fill with memories of Hanukkahs past, she and Tali and Ari all clamoring to be the one to tell the story.

“Well,” Ziva says, striking a match against the box and using the match to light the shammash, the tallest candle in the hanukkiah. She removes the candle from its holder, using it to light the first and second candles, before returning it to its place, Abby watching her raptly the entire time. “Although I could begin in many, many places, our story really starts with a temple in the city of Jerusalem...”

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