#scott and sid watch!

[spideyhexx]

need tom to play another socially awkward character

[mariocki]

The Aftermath (1982)

"What happens when you die?"

"I don't know, son. No one does."

"It's sad to die."

"No. Death isn't sad. We all have to die. What's sad is having to go on without someone you love. Just as we have to go on now."

[motionpicturelover]

"Carry On Up the Jungle" (1970) - Gerald Thomas

Films I've watched in 2022 (188/210)

Full film:

[ufonaut]

DC'S I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST CRISIS #1

Written by DAN DiDIO, REX OGLE, DAVE WIELGOSZ, RACHEL PINNELAS, MATTHEW LEVINE, and others Art by M.L. SANAPO, ADAM GRAPHITE, SID KOTIAN, WILL ROBSON, JORDI TARRAGONA, and others Cover by DAN HIPP Variant covers by EJIKURE and NICOLA SCOTT $9.99 US | 80 pages | Prestige | Variant $9.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 10/2/24

In the blackest night, when the darkness feels infinite, the very fabric of the universe begins to tear…as every major crisis in DCU history rises once again! These eight chilling tales, set during the events of crises past, serve to warn you, dear reader: when in crisis, watch your back. In the fractured world of Flashpoint, Professor Pyg is stalking Gotham City’s nightclubs, sniffing out victims! During Blackest Night, Scarecrow lurks outside a movie theater, recruiting new test subjects to perfect his fear toxin! Even heroes like Nightwing aren’t safe when his death might just have the power to reverse the damage of Infinite Crisis! All these, plus new stories from Crisis on Infinite Earths, Millennium, Zero Hour, The Final Night, and Final Crisis are collected in DC’s I Know What You Did Last Crisis, a deadly new horror anthology coming to haunt you this fall!

[annieqattheperipheral]

sid wizened old man on the mountain with decrees of his successor? sure not like I'm not already overly emotional about davo this week😭

yohe's dramatic ao3 style is always appreciated

*taps kudos

full article:

Sidney Crosby is famous for many things, one of which is his availability and patience with the sometimes-obnoxious media.

For years and years, I’d see Crosby patiently sit at his locker and absorb questions. One flavor of these questions was more predictable and consistent than the rest. Whenever the Penguins faced a player who had been drafted No. 1, just as Crosby had been in 2005, Crosby would be asked about comparisons to and opinions of the latest hotshot to enter the league.

Patrick Kane. Steven Stamkos. John Tavares. Taylor Hall. Ryan Nugent-Hopkins. Nail Yakupov (remember him?).

Crosby was unanimously the best player in the world at the time but would still be gracious and glowing about the draft picks. He wouldn’t bristle — that wouldn’t be his way. But there was a slight sense that Crosby didn’t really like the questions. He’s one of the least egotistical superstars in the history of the sport, but to be that great, you still need an ego. He knew he was better than those players, even though he respected them greatly. He knew he wore the crown.

In the fall of 2012, Crosby knew full well who his successor would be.

That year, the NHL was embroiled in one of its periodic work stoppages, this one a lockout.

Players were allowed at practice facilities, but team officials were not. Crosby took on the role of media relations director. A day in advance, he’d tell the media what time Penguins players — usually around a dozen — would be working out. One time, in a particularly endearing moment, players canceled the next day’s workout. So, Crosby called me and asked me to tell the rest of the media not to show up. It was a very strange time for hockey and especially for Crosby, who had just lost 100 games in his prime due to a concussion. Now, he was missing more time in his prime because of a lockout.

Also because of the lockout, Crosby had plenty of time for introspection along with his hockey player and media relations duties. He had time to pay close attention to the rest of the hockey world, too, a privilege he typically isn’t afforded in October.

Two hours north of Pittsburgh, a 15-year-old sensation had arrived in Erie, Pa. — Connor McDavid was taking the Ontario Hockey League by storm. I had decided to travel to Erie with Penguins broadcaster Paul Steigerwald on Saturday, the night of McDavid’s second home game, when the Erie Otters were taking on the London Knights.

On the game’s first shift, McDavid split defensemen Olli Määttä and Scott Harrington and then scored to finish off a highlight reel goal.

Dan Bylsma, then coaching the Penguins, was there. Following the game, he chewed out Määttä and Harrington, a couple of Penguins draft picks, for allowing that goal on the game’s first shift. After seeing the interaction, I joked to Bylsma, something along the lines of, “I don’t know, that McDavid kid is kinda good.”

Bylsma looked at me and said: “He’s 15. They shouldn’t be getting split like that.”

I relayed this story to Crosby, who asked if Bylsma really said that. Then he took my side.

“Doesn’t matter how old he is. He’s different,” Crosby said.

Oh?

Crosby always politely answers questions about players, but he doesn’t typically go out of his way like that.

Then it occurred to me that Erie Otters games aren’t televised in Pittsburgh. I had assumed that Crosby had never seen McDavid play.

“Got some time on my hands these days,” Crosby said with a smile. “I’ve seen him. I’ve seen highlights of him.”

The greatest player in the world is checking out YouTube highlights of a 15-year-old hockey player?

“Yep,” Crosby said.

Then he said something I’ll never forget. Sensing that he saw something in McDavid that was different, I asked him if McDavid reminded him of anyone. In a non-arrogant way, Crosby quietly said, “He reminds me of me.”

Make no mistake, he admired all of the players who were compared to him. He once told me that, if he could shoot the puck like Alex Ovechkin, he wouldn’t pass as much as he does. I once saw him shake his head when he watched Patrick Kane stickhandle around an opponent on TV.

But he never anointed other players, even if he would marvel.

With McDavid, stylistically, Crosby saw himself. And he saw talent that was out of this world.

Crosby didn’t feel threatened. He understood that someone else always comes along.

I imagine Wayne Gretzky felt the same when he traveled to Laval, Quebec, to see Mario Lemieux play a junior game in 1984. Lemieux, knowing Gretzky was in the building, scored four goals in the first period. At that very moment, months before even winning the Stanley Cup for the first time, Gretzky knew the identity of his successor.

During the 2012 lockout, McDavid couldn’t have known that Crosby was watching him from afar, but he was. There is an understanding, I think, between the all-time greats. They recognize traits that only they can recognize because only they can understand the genius required to be historically good.

We are seeing McDavid take the Stanley Cup playoffs by storm, becoming the first player in history to post consecutive four-point games in the Stanley Cup Final. It’s remarkable. It’s great for the game. A superstar is the center of attention in his very prime, which the NHL badly needs.

So much of Crosby’s prime was robbed by the concussion and the lockout. But his hockey sense and vision were spot on, even when he wasn’t on the ice that autumn.

He always knew McDavid was the successor, that he played the same way, that perhaps his physical gifts even exceeded his own.

He was right. McDavid is in a class with Gretzky, Lemieux, Crosby and Bobby Orr. And now, we wait to see if McDavid can pull off this seismic comeback and win a championship.

Crosby surely will be watching. He always has been.

[sleekervae]

New York Romantic .9

Masterlist

a/n: Thanks for your patience, everyone! This was inspired by the very real and scary experience of having my own appendix out just a few weeks ago, and I'm happy to report that I'm doing great and my stitches are healing very well! Happy reading!!

pairing: Tom Blyth x ballerina!oc

summary: noelle goes to the hospital

warnings: mentions of surgery, hospitals

word count: 3,948

taglist: @watercolorskyy @carolanns-world @alana4610

"Hello Tom,

I hope this letter finds you well. We are thrilled to inform you that after reviewing your demo tape, we would like to offer you a screen-test for our upcoming movie, "Scott and Sid"..."

Tom could barely believe what he was reading. He had nearly forgotten about the demo tape he'd sent to the open casting months ago, a long shot to get hired for a movie that would be filming over his summer home.

Home.

He would be back in England in just over a month. Classes had been pushing for weeks, final assignments, performances, term reviews. Not to mention Tom had another play coming up. He would be home before he knew it, back in his own house, back with his mum and sister, his old mates, everything that he knew and loved.

And yet, he wanted the days, the minutes even to drag on. He couldn't find it in him to leave New York just yet.

He knew it was silly, he'd lay in his bed at night and scold himself for being so lackadaisical. He couldn't help it though. Right across the hall from him was the object of his affection; just within his grasp and yet so out of reach. His classes had helped him so much with his confidence, Tom truly felt if they hadn't been interrupted that he truly could have kissed Noelle. He was still kicking himself for having wasted the time, but then that's what he always did.

Tom moved to New York to prove something to himself. He had great desires to become an actor, to tell the stories that needed to be told, to change perspectives, and of course, to hopefully make his father proud.

A sudden, urgent knocking erupted from his door, "Tom! Open up!" he heard Sunny's panicked voice through the wood.

Without even closing his laptop, Tom rushed over and swung open the door, "What's wrong, mate?"

Sunny stood there, eyes wide and heels bouncing as he explained breathlessly, "Noelle needs to go to the hospital. The ambulance just pulled up,"

Tom's heart leaped into his throat at Sunny's words. Without a second thought, he grabbed his keys and rushed out the door, following Sunny down the stairs to where the ambulance was parked outside. Noelle was already being loaded onto a stretcher, her face pale and eyes closed.

A group of concerned faces were gathered in the lobby, their eyes glued to the commotion outside. Bianca stood among them, her usually aloof demeanour now filled with worry. As soon as Tom spotted her, he hurried over.

"Bianca! What's going on?" he asked, his voice laced with panic.

Bianca grimly shrugged, "She woke up in pain and she got really sick. They think it's her appendix," she looked off, shaking her head, "I gotta -- I gotta call Stanis. Our final performance is in two weeks. Fuck..."

Tom watched helplessly as the paramedics closed up the ambulance doors, the siren already wailing before they took off into the busy street. 

Noelle couldn't pinpoint when exactly it started, all she knew was she woke up with the most intense stomach ache of her life, promptly followed by a bad case of nausea. She barely made it to the bathroom before she hurled out what little she had in her stomach, and even after the pain was brutal. Bianca woke up after hearing her wretching and despite Noelle's assurances she just needed to rest, Bianca immediately called the paramedics.

So now she was here, snuggled up under a thin hospital blanket with blaring ceiling lights. Her pyjamas had been traded out for a blue gown, pain meds were shoved into her hands, blood and urine samples were taken from her, and now all she had to do was wait... and wait... and wait...

Bianca and Iseul had cabbed down right after, with Iseul never leaving her side while Bianca phoned Noelle's family. Noelle usually didn't like to be fussed over, but she was grateful for her friends help nevertheless.

"Do you want some more water?" Iseul asked, her usual pristine face was marred with under eye circles.

"I'm okay," Noelle nodded, smiling gratefully.

"Are you still feeling sick?" Iseul asked again, nodding to the wall behind their heads, "They got these little blue sick bags if you need one,"

"I'm fine, Iseul," Noelle assured her, "Honestly, I could go home right now. Those pain meds are frigging magical,"

Bianca scoffed back at that, "No chance, I'm afraid. I heard the docs say they wanna' send you for an ultrasound," she said.

Iseul raised a brow, "But she's not pregnant... right?" she glanced at Noelle. Noelle shook her head.

"No, I am not pregnant," she confirmed, "They just want to see what's going on in there, I guess,"

"Exactly," Bianca took a seat next to Iseul, her stare endearing, "You're gonna' be just fine. Appendicitis is a really common procedure these days,"

"And hey! You might have a cool scar to show off after!" Iseul piped in, trying to come off optimistic.

"Maybe," Noelle shook her head, "... We got our final showcase in two weeks. If they have to operate --"

"We'll figure something out," Iseul assured her, "Stanis is gonna' be here after his morning class, we'll talk about it then,"

"What's more important right now is your health," Bianca nodded.

As the curtain was pulled back, the girls' attention was drawn to Tom and Sunny peering in.

"Can we come in?" Tom asked with a playful smile.

Bianca raised an eyebrow, but Iseul eagerly answered, "Of course!"

To say Noelle was happy to see them was an understatement, she was relieved. She was also curious about the small bouquet of flowers Tom had in his hand.

"What are you guys doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?" she asked.

Tom waved away her concern, "Nah, it's just rehearsal today. We can make it up later,"

Bianca couldn't help but ask, "How did you manage to get past the front desk?"

Sunny proudly replied, "Tom pretended to be Noelle's brother, he's got quite the impressive American accent," and he slapped Tom on the back, jolting the young lad forward.

"Yeah, well... I tried to be as charming and concerned as I could -- not to say I'm not concerned, we were all very concerned for you, Noelle," he explained, flustered.

"I appreciate that, Tom," she simpered back.

"We would've been here earlier, but Tom wanted to make a pit stop," Sunny added, nudging him with his elbow.

Tom smiled sheepishly and held up the bouquet, a small but colourful collection of pink daisies and white tulips wrapped in brown paper and a big pink ribbon, "It didn't seem right to come here without a get-well-soon gift," he glanced at the flowers, "Though I now realize I should've bought a vase as well,"

A small, happy smile spread across Noelle's face as she felt a warmth emanating from her chest, "It's okay, I love them. Thank you,"

To say it broke Tom's heart to see her like this was an understatement. Seeing her hooked up to an IV and surrounded by flimsy white curtains had him anxious to see her out of here. But as she flashed him a smile, he felt grateful that she was okay. She was glowing with happiness, as if this were just another day spent together, not one in a hospital ward. That being said, he couldn't quell the gnawing fear he had for her prognosis.

"So, what did the doctors say?" Sunny asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"They're gonna send me for some more tests, but they're pretty confident it's my appendix," Noelle replied.

"I don't understand why they need to test her more if they already know what the problem is," Iseul shrugged.

"Because they wanna' make sure there's nothing else causing her pain after she leaves," Bianca replied shortly, "How stupid are they gonna' look if they take out her appendix and not the tumour growing on her ovaries?"

The boys were taken aback, "Wait -- you've got a tumour?" Tom asked.

"No," Noelle shook her head, "Bianca's just saying -- they wanna' be sure they know what's wrong before they go and cut into me," she explained, her voice trailing grimly.

"So... so you're gonna' need a surgery," Tom noted. Noelle nodded solemnly.

"What about your dance show?" Sunny asked, "You'll be fine in a couple weeks, right?"

"We don't know, yet," Bianca shrugged, "We're gonna' decide when Stanis gets here,"

"The show's gonna' go on, with or without me," Noelle said, turning to her fellow dancers, "You have to,"

"But you're our Giselle!" Iseul said, "We need you!"

"It's gonna' be kind of hard to prance around on stage if she starts bleeding through her costume," Bianca huffed.

"Do you have an understudy?" Tom asked Noelle.

Bianca nodded, "Yeah, me," her response was quick and confident. Her tone turned smug and she seemed to be boasting a little. Tom didn't appreciate her attitude, but he kept his thoughts to himself.

"And she's gonna do great," Noelle nodded. She was either none the wiser to Bianca's smugness or didn't care to placate her.

"Yeah, but it won't be the same without you, Noelle," Iseul gushed, either clueless to Bianca's subtle glare or she generally didn't care.

"Oh please, you guys will be great. And I'll still be here to cheer you on from the sidelines," Noelle added, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. Uncertainty weighed heavily on her mind as she tried to remain positive for her friends.

"Have you eaten anything?" Tom asked.

Noelle shook her head, "They won't give me food, right now. In case they operate today,"

"I don't understand why they can't let you eat anything," Sunny chimed in.

"So she won't vomit during the surgery," Iseul replied.

"But if you're asleep, how is your body going to know it's going to be sick?" he asked.

"Don't think too hard about it," Bianca told him, "You'll hurt yourself,"

"I keep telling these two to go eat," Noelle interjected, pointing to the girls.

"And we're not leaving you alone," Bianca retorted.

"... a turkey sandwich sounds pretty good right now, though," Iseul muttered.

"And how fair is it that we get to eat and she doesn't?" Bianca replied.

Tom piped in, "Well... if you guys want to get something to eat, we can stay here," he said.

Bianca shook her head, "Mmm, I don't know,"

Noelle gave her a pointed look, "Oh, c'mon. You guys need to eat,"

"But what about you?" Bianca protested.

"I have my IV!" Noelle held up her arm connected to the fluids bag.

Iseul stood up from her chair, "Okay deal. We'll go get something to eat, and the boys can keep an eye on you," she declared, pointing to them.

Sunny glanced at Tom, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he chimed in, "Mind if I come too?"

Iseul cut off Bianca before she could respond, "Of course not! Tom, can we get you anything while we're out?"

Tom waved them off with a kind smile, "No thanks, I'm good for now,"

Bianca relented, standing up with Iseul and grabbing her jacket, "You call us if the doctors come back, or if anything happens -- just call us," she told Tom, pointing at his chest.

"Oh, please. I'm not dying," Noelle protested.

Tom nodded nevertheless, "I'll take good care of her," he promised.

The three of them filed out of the ward, leaving Tom to take a seat on one of the chairs, gingerly placing the colourful bouquet beside him. Noelle's face lit up with a warm smile as she gazed at him, her eyes sparkling with genuine affection.

"I'm really glad to see you," she said.

"I'm really glad to see you," he grinned back, "I can't imagine how scared you must've been,"

"I mean -- I've had better Tuesdays," she chuckled gingerly, "I hope Bianca didn't panic you too much,"

"Nah, the ambulance accomplished that quite well," he replied, "You look better, though!"

"I feel better!" she nodded, "Crazy what Tylenol and antibiotics can do in two hours,"

"Did you call your family?"

"Bianca did. Maurice is probably scouring the internet for standby tickets," she shook her head, "Are you sure you're okay being here? The last few weeks of school are critical! And you’re still only a first year—"

“Hey,” he interrupted, placing his hand over hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else. You are my priority,”

Noelle’s heart did a complicated dance in her chest. The logical part of her brain screamed guilt, he had so much to do, he didn't need to be here worrying about her. Yet, the warmth of his hand over hers, the sincerity in his eyes, made her pulse quicken in a way she couldn’t ignore. Tom’s presence was a balm to her anxious mind, a constant that steadied her when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control.

Tom’s gentle squeeze brought her back to the present. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The gratitude was genuine, but so was the turmoil. She hoped he couldn’t see the confusion in her eyes, the war between wanting to tell him to go back and rehearse and the undeniable comfort his presence provided. She managed a small smile, the weight of her feelings pressing down but also lifting her up in a strange, dizzying way.

"I've got some great news," he said softly, a renewed excitement filling his gaze.

"Tell me!" Noelle grinned.

"I got a screen-test for a movie!"

"Shut up!..."

Noelle was taken for emergency surgery that evening, having to stay a night at the hospital after. Her stomach now had a different type of throbbing ache within it, along with three large gauze pads taped across her stomach, and her throat was sore from the anaesthesia and intubation. But at least she could finally eat.

The world had to continue on, nevertheless. Sunny had an upcoming solo exhibition, and he was practicing night and day practically. He tried to keep it down for Tom, who was equally rehearsing and practicing his lines with Jordan for their upcoming play.

And of course, Noelle's incisions wouldn't heal in time for her final showcase, so sure enough Stanis gave the part of Bianca. Bianca was ecstatic of course, she was gone most days rehearsing. And while Noelle was happy for her friend, she wished Bianca wouldn't boast and brag so much about getting the part.

Tom made sure to carve out time for Noelle, even if it meant spending hours on the couch watching movies. He would sit beside her, his presence a gentle reassurance that she wasn’t alone. Noelle’s guilt piled up like the blankets she huddled under. She didn’t want to be a distraction from the mountain of work she knew he had, but the comfort he provided was undeniable, sweet and soothing in a way she hadn’t expected.

When she voiced her concerns, her worries tumbling out about how he should be focusing on his studies, Tom would simply smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Don’t worry,” he’d say, meaning it every time. He could see the guilt in her eyes, the way she fretted about his workload, but her well-being was what mattered most to him. His words were like a warm blanket themselves, wrapping around her and easing her guilt.

She’d gaze at him, a mixture of gratitude and something deeper swirling in her chest. Watching him, his focus entirely on her, made her heart flutter. The way he laughed at the movies, the way he instinctively knew when she needed another pillow or a sip of water—it was all so effortlessly thoughtful. Each moment spent with him, every gentle touch and reassuring word, made her feelings for him grow stronger.

Noelle found herself savoring these hours, the quiet, shared moments where the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them. Tom’s presence was a balm to her healing body and her heart, his dedication making her feel cherished in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Tom felt his heart flutter every time she looked at him with those big, beautiful eyes. Her recovery wasn’t just about her getting better—it was about them growing closer. Each shared smile, each moment of silence, deepened the bond between them.

Since Bianca was cast as Giselle, the performance date was moved up, giving her extra time to practice and become comfortable in the role. However, to Tom's dismay, he noticed the new poster for the show in the hall one afternoon, revealing that the new date conflicted with his own performance night. Even if Noelle wasn't going to be in the show, he still wanted to go with her and support her. And she had equally been so excited to see his play...

"Oh, they're only an hour apart!" Noelle exclaimed, having been shown the flyer by Tom, "I can start at the recital, then I'll come see your play!"

Tom was flicking through take out menus, trying to decide what they should order for dinner, "Yeah, but we're on opposite sides of the campus," he reminded her, "Don't you think it might be a bit much for you?"

Noelle simpered, "Tom, I had my appendix out, I wasn't hit by a bus. I can walk," she assured him, "Besides, you've sacrificed so much time for me, it's the least I can do!"

"Hey, c'mon," he took a seat beside her, "You act like taking care of you is such a big hardship. Besides, if anything I'm getting more studying done here,"

"Oh? How?" she quirked a brow at him.

"Simple. I watch movies with you, I learn more about acting," he smiled back.

She snorted back, "What kind of acting are you gonna' learn from Jason Statham? How to do the blue steel while sky diving?"

"Hey! Practicing cool is an important acting skill," he reminded her.

"Yeah, like you need to practice being cool," she replied.

"I knew you would agree," he smirked back, he then held up the stack of menus, "Sushi or Pizza?"

"Sushi! Obviously!" she gawked back playfully.

"Usual combo?"

"Yes, please. I'll get the money," she started to rise from the couch.

"Uh -- no," Tom put his hand out, "You sit down, I'll get it,"

Noelle scoffed, "Absolutely not! You got it last time!"

"And I don't mind getting it again," after all, she hadn't been back to work since her operation; she wasn't supposed to be lifting anything heavy and a bowling ball was certainly out of the question.

Nevertheless, as much as she appreciated Tom's concern, Noelle was still just a little bit more stubborn, "Okay -- we'll go halvies, then. Deal?"

"Deal,"

Noelle grabbed her wallet from her room and returned to find Tom already on the phone with the restaurant. He was hunched over, phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, as he flicked through the menu options. He looked so natural, so effortlessly at ease, like he belonged there. With her.

But as Noelle settled back into her seat, a wave of realization hit her. Tom would be leaving in a few weeks, gone all summer back to England. He had projects, a life over there, an actual home. The overthinking began. Did he prefer England to New York? Would he go back and decide he didn’t want to return?

The thought twisted in her chest, a knot of anxiety that she couldn’t quite shake.

When Tom got off the phone he noted the look on her face; the spaced-out frown, the mindless chewing on her inner cheeks. "What's wrong?" he asked, "The stitches aren't bothering you, are they?"

"What? No!" Noelle replied quickly, "I was just thinking... I need to get more medical tape," it wasn't a complete lie, all she had was the few dressings the nurses had given her.

"Oh," in his gut he didn't quite believe her, but he also didn't want to push her either, "Well, I can see if Doris has some. Worst case we can go out and get some! Pharmacy's down the block,"

She smiled back at him, damn, why are your eyes so pretty? "We'll go on a little adventure after dinner,"

The sushi arrived within the hour, and despite Tom's concern for her health and stamina, he and Noelle laced up their shoes and headed out for the pharmacy. It was a late spring evening, the weather already turning pleasant, with trees sprouting buds and blossoms scattered across the streets. Tom didn’t say a word when Noelle’s hand slipped into his, nor did Noelle protest much when Tom offered her his coat as the breeze picked up.

On the way back, though, he noticed her starting to lag behind. Her exhaustion was catching up to her, and her stitches were beginning to itch. Noelle didn’t mind the walk, she just had to go a little slower than she would’ve liked. She was pleasantly surprised when Tom offered her a piggyback ride. Despite her insistence that she’d be okay, she knew he could be just as stubborn as she was.

Tom crouched down, presenting his back to Noelle with a silent invitation. She hesitated for a moment, a small smile playing on her lips, before gently climbing onto his back. As her arms wrapped around his neck, she could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the fresh, earthy aroma of the spring evening. His warmth radiated through the thin fabric of his shirt, instantly making her feel more at ease.

Tom stood up slowly, adjusting her weight, his hands steady and strong under her thighs. Noelle nestled her chin on his shoulder, her cheek brushing against the soft, worn fabric of his shirt. She could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing, a comforting and steady cadence that matched the slow, deliberate pace of their walk. The scent of city life in the air mingled with the subtle notes of Noelle's floral shampoo, creating a blend that was both calming and familiar.

They moved in perfect sync, Tom’s strides even and unhurried to accommodate her. Noelle's hair, tousled by the evening breeze, tickled his neck, and every now and then, she’d shift slightly, causing a gentle tug on his shirt. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around them like a soft blanket, each step punctuated by the muffled sounds of their shoes against the pavement.

Tom’s back was solid and reassuring beneath her, a silent promise of support. Noelle’s heartbeat, slow and steady, drummed against his back, syncing with his own. They didn’t need words; the quiet was filled with the sound of their shared breaths, the distant hum of the city, and the rustling leaves overhead.

As they walked, Tom occasionally glanced back, his eyes catching hers with a tender, reassuring glint. Noelle would respond with a squeeze of her arms, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken bond between them. The warmth of his body, the gentle sway of his gait, and the closeness they shared in that moment made her feel cherished and protected.

By the time they reached home, Noelle was almost dozing, lulled by the gentle motion and the comfort of being so close to him. Tom carefully lowered her to the ground, their eyes meeting once more in a silent exchange of gratitude and affection. The connection between them felt stronger, their shared moment a sweet memory etched into the fabric of their relationship.

[ultrameganicolaokay]

DC's I Know What You Did Last Crisis by Dan DiDio, Rachel Pinnelas, Dave Wielgosz, Maria Laura Sanapo, Sid Kotian, Will Robson and more. Cover by Dan Hipp. Variant covers by (2) Ejikure and (3) Nicola Scott. Out in October.

"In the blackest night, when the darkness feels infinite, the very fabric of the universe begins to tear… as every major crisis in DCU history rises once again! These eight chilling tales, set during the events of crises past, serve to warn you, dear reader: when in crisis, watch your back. In the fractured world of Flashpoint, Professor Pyg is stalking Gotham City’s nightclubs, sniffing out victims! During Blackest Night, Scarecrow lurks outside a movie theater, recruiting new test subjects to perfect his fear toxin! Even heroes like Nightwing aren’t safe when his death might just have the power to reverse the damage of Infinite Crisis! All these, plus new stories from Crisis on Infinite Earths, Millennium, Zero Hour, The Final Night, and Final Crisis are collected in DC’s I Know What You Did Last Crisis, a deadly new horror anthology coming to haunt you this fall!"

[disruptxrr]

if you make the not sid shirt i'll find a way to make the not scott shirt.. aj evil emoji

SCOTT WE NEED TO MAKE THE SHIRTS. then on halloween i will wear urs and u will wear mine and we will go dressed as each other and ask for candy & watch horror movies together (i'm so smart and amazing i know i know) holy shit we should also invite @pain1nducing...

"and what are you supposed to be?" "uhh um... femcel sid?.... special edition? c'mon man, do you know anything about pop culture?"

[kissedbyaphrodite]

Okay!, so some time ago I mentioned I was making a Fem!Stiles and Fem!Scott AU, and I have really struggled to see how to write it. I wrote it around 7 times, all with different concepts, characters, ideas, etc. And finally, I've settled for this one. Here's the first episode of what I hope will be a new series (I'm very busy with college, so the updates will be very slow). Hope you enjoy it! You'll also be able to find it on my AO3 account:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51273643/chapters/129551776

Stiles, not her real name, and Scarlett had always been close, ever since Stiles bit a bunch of kids in kindergarten after they stole Scarlett's headband, they've been best friends who watched each other grow up as girls. They learned how to braid each other's hair and would often braid wildflowers into their braids, they were there for each other when Stiles' mom got her diagnosis, they were there for each other when Scarlett's dad left her and her mom, Skes was there for Scarlett when she was diagnosed with asthma. Scarlett always supported Stiles in her gymnastics competition, while Stiles always supported Scarlett during doctor visits, when Stiles showed up to school when they were eight, her long brown hair replaced with a messy shaggy cut, Scarlett was the one to shave it off to help Stiles feel less bad about it. When they were 11, Stiles got her first period when she was in the middle of chemistry class, luckily, she was wearing dark jeans, so she was able to hide it off as she exited the classroom and went into the nurse's office to ask for a pad; when she found out they didn't have any, she texted Scarlett, and the two girls skipped classes to go to the nearest drugstore to buy pads. Since Scarlett's mom was a nurse, she luckily knew enough to be able to know what to buy. It would be two more months before Scarlett got her first period, which came during gym class, when the girls were running laps outside, wearing the gym school uniform, consisting of white shorts; as soon as she noticed a drop of blood staining her friends pants, Stiles immediately made a scene of twisting her ankle and tripping, causing the coach to tell Scarlett to take Stiles to the nurse's office.

"Careful Sti" Scarlett hummed as she helped her friend limp out of the gym, Stiles hissing with every step she took "I still don't understand how you twisted your ankle"

"That's because I didn't" Stiles declared, once they were far enough, as she began to walk normally, letting go of Scarlett and grabbing her backpack.

"What?" Scarlett asked in shock "But you screamed in pain and even cried"

"I know, I really need to go to Hollywood" Stiles grinned as she looked through her backpack, exclaiming an "Aha!" As she pulled out another set of gym shorts, handing them over to Scarlett "I noticed some blood staining your shorts, I can lend you some tampons as well"

Scarlett turned the same shade as her name, quickly covering her back as the two friends rushed into the bathroom.

"Don't you have pads?" Scarlett asked "I don't want anything going in"

"Your mom told us it's best to use tampons during gym class" Stiles pointed out

"Still! What if it gets stuck?" Scarlett whispered.

"It's not gonna get stuck, I promise, I used them already" Stiles swore "I'm like a period master by now" Once they entered the bathroom, they checked to see if it was empty, which luckily, it was.

"You've had it for two months" Scarlett pointed out, as she entered one of the stalls.

"Two months longer than you did" Stiles hummed, handing her the tampon under the stall door. "Just put it on like your mom taught us"

With Stiles guarding the stall door as Scarlett got changed, for good measure, and put the tampon in, the girls began to fabricate the story they would tell the gym teacher, settling on the story that left Stiles able to skip this one class only without needing a brace or anything like it; they also bought a water bottle from the vending machine and dropped some of it on the side of the shorts and Scarlett's legs. Pretending that the reason why Scarlett changed her gym shorts was because Stiles accidentally dropped water on her; the rest of the class, Stiles guarded her backpack with Scarlett's shorts. She did end up doing some work outs, such as push ups, since they didn't require her to use her "bad foot" but was overall able to skip it. The girls continued to grow up together, their ears hearing all about their deepest fears and insecurities; Stiles had been diagnosed with ADHD when she was 12, and was immediately dropped into a routine of trying out different meds and dosages of said meds, Scarlett watched as Stiles lost too much weight too quickly, she would often fall asleep in the middle of class because she drank coffee, which now made her tired. Scarlett herself struggled with the fact that she couldn't eat anything because of how bad her asthma was sometimes, some days, she wouldn't be able to take three steps before having to take a break and use her inhaler, other days she couldn't eat because she would have to choose between eating and breathing. So while all the girls around them began to develop and grow their chests, Stiles and Scarlett both remained way too thin, even if Stiles' weight fluctuated, she still fell in the too thin category.

The two suffered the all too typical teen girl experience they were cursed to endure since the moment they were born. At 12, Scarlett experienced the first injustice of her life, when she suffered the worst episode of asthma she had ever had, she had actually passed out, and the paramedics had to try and resuscitate her; since her shirt was, apparently, too tight, they had to cut it slightly, revealing Scarlett's bra. A guy had taken a picture of her, unconscious with her bra showing, and sent it to his friends, who proceeded to them share it to their other friends, and by the time Scarlett was released from the hospital, after twoo weeks, everyone had seen her bra. At 11, Stiles received her first catcall, and unlike what the shows said, it wasn't in a dark alleyway, it wasn't a criminal who said it, and it wasn't when she was wearing a tube top with booty shorts; she was wearing her usual plaid shirt with a tank top underneath it and jeans, and the man who catcalled her was a father, just like hers, a father with two young sons, who would grow to be like their asshole father. After that, neither one of them allowed themselves to wear anything remotely tight, Stiles began to always wear her father's old flannel shirts and loose t-shirts, Scarlett would always wear baggy sweaters, but that stopped nobody. They were the unpopular girls who people treated as prudes and sluts at the same time, and they remained a duo, even as they both turned 15.

It was in April 3rd 2010 that things changed forever. Since Stiles' birthday would land on a school day, her dad decided to give her her birthday present earlier, taking her go to a street market that sold antiques and even vintage clothes; the market had been popular all over the country, as it would buy things from antique stores that were almost bankrupt and would then travel all over the country to resell them. They were not going to Beacon Hills specifically, considering their population was 30,126 people, they would instead go to Beacon City, the capital of Beacon county, which was about a forty minute drive; she wanted Scarlett to attend, but her friend had sadly suffered a horrible asthma attack and had to be hospitalized, so she went by herself with her father. The market was completely crowded with people seeking to buy clothes or antique furniture, even jewelry, Stiles herself was a fan of jewelry, mostly because she could fiddle with a necklace or ring whenever she felt too much everything; she had bought a few jewelry boxes that she thought were beautiful, it was a set, with the handles each being a different bug and the legs being snakes that reminded her of her own snake. She had also bought a few things she knew Scarlett and Melissa would like, such as broaches to decorate their hair, since both of them had very thick curls.

"Oh, Stiles" Her dad sighed, stopping her in her tracks. "Tara's calling me, do you mind if I take the call?"

Tara was her father's coworker, he was the sheriff, and as such, didn't really have a normal 9-5 work day, sometimes it would be 6-10 and others it would be 9-2.

"No don't worry" Stiles brushed off "I already spent almost everything, so I'll just go to that tent over there and see what I can get with what I have left"

Her dad nodded, a guilt ridden expression on his face as he answered the phone, his eyes never leaving her form as she walked towards the last and only tent she hadn't been in yet. The tent was quite different than any of the others, as the others were gazebos, with tables on each side to allow the salespeople to be able to speak to more people and sell more things; the tent was completely enclosed, except for the entrance, which was adorned with a beaded curtain of blue gems. Stiles couldn't tell if the gems were real gems, sanded down into beads and pierced to make the beaded curtain or if they were made out of glass, all she knew was that they were blue, and blue was her favourite colour. Stepping through the curtain, the beads clicked and chirped as they bumped into each other, Stiles was hit with a mix of different scents, all of them soft enough to blend together and avoid sucker punching the nose of anyone who smelled it; through the smells, she could make out the soft scent of poppy flowers and an orange scent. The tent had two tables on each side of it, with large shelves and different vials and boxes; in front of Stiles, there was another table, with multiple books bound in leather and velvet, some locked with latches and others with cord. Stiles walked forward, her hand reaching to touch one of the books.

"Good afternoon" A voice spoke up.

Stiles jumped back, turning around to look at woman, who seemed to be around her early 50s or late 40s; her hair was curly, tied up in a bun and held back by a headband, her eyes were dark as dark chocolate and seemed to shine with fondness as she stared at Stiles. She was thankful her dad had taken their bags, because she would've most definitely broken a few things with it. Placing a hand on her chest, she took a deep breath.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" The woman smiled "I do not realize sometimes and I don't make any noise at all"

"It's alright" Stiles brushed off her concerns "It wasn't your fault, I should've paid attention"

The woman smiled kindly.

"Are you interested in buying one of those?" She asked, motioning for the book Stiles was about to touch "Or are you just browsing?"

Stiles didn't really know what to say, since she was technically browsing, but then, what if she wanted to buy something and the lady asked her why she lied about just browsing? But if she said she wanted to buy something and then realized she didn't have enough money then she would be even more ruse because she got the woman's hopes up for nothing. Humming as she tried to look for an answer, Stiles tried to find something that was less than $20 that she was interested enough in to ask about, antique items were always cheaper than new items, but Stiles and her dad had discussed that they would have to spend at most, $25 every two stands. Stiles had bought two necklaces for $5, one for her and one for Scarlett, meaning she now had a $20 limit in the store. She turned to look at the book, but it was one of those giant books that would definitely be too big for her to carry around, as she usually used her books to transcribe and translate family recipes. She turned to the table with boxes, and her eyes immediately felt attracted to a specific box. The box was stained a dark brown, almost red shade, with a carving of a snake eating itself in the top of the box, with runes carved at the edges of the box; the box had a carving of all moon phases, the full moon in the center of it. Stiles approached the box, the sound of the woman's heels against the ground letting her know of her approaching.

"Beautiful box isn't it?" The woman asked.

"What does the snake mean?" Stiles asked.

"That's an ouroboros" The woman explained "It's used to depict the never ending cycle of life, death and rebirth, and to show how nothing is truly ever broken, only transformed"

"How do you open it?" Stiles followed up, recognizing the guilt growing in her stomach, as she eas wasting this woman's time with questions, when she didn't even know if she was going to be able to buy the box.

"Oh, it's simple" The woman shrugged "You just grab the full moon" Stiles hadn't realized how to full moon seemed to be 3D "Twist it" A soft click was heard "And done" she said, opening the box, revealing it to be an apothecary box. With multiple small shelves inside itself.

The woman pulled the shelves and stretched them out as wings, taking the box by the pase and pulling, revealing a secret compartment with a small leather bound book, stained black and a silver ouroboros engraved on the cover; the woman opened the book as well, flipping through all the blank pages before closing it. In total, the box had about nine shelves, with the secret compartments in the base being longer and deeper than the others, as it was the size of the entire bsse of the box. The shelves of sorts would make great places to keep different things, such as some of her school utensils and such, instead of a latch, the book was kept shut by a cord. Stiles hadn't seen the price, but judging by the box's size and how much it could fit, she was sure that it was bound to be more than $20. Still, she felt rude only asking about it, and had already made the woman pull the box apart, so she might as well just ask the prize.

"How much is it?" She asked.

"The book by itself is $5 and the box by itself is $15, all together, the set is $20" The woman hummed, and Stiles had to stop herself from jumping in joy.

She paid the woman, who immediately placed everything back in the box. Stiles was nearly bouncing on her seat as she recounted the things she had bought, normally, they didn't spend this much money, but she had saved tons of money thanks to her doing other people's homework and selling it, or by doing yard work to help her elderly neighbours. Her dad had told her he wouldn't be able to spend the rest of the day with her, as he had been called into work; and while it saddened her, she understood he couldn't take an entire day off. He ended up dropping Stiles off at their house, Scarlett was still in the hospital, and visiting hours were over by the time they made it back to Beacon Hills, so they decided to settle for a facetime call. Scarlett 's thick curls were stretched out from laying in bed so much, her olive skin washed out due to the hospital neon lights; she smiled as she let Stiles ramble on all the things she bought.

"This necklaces I found belonged to two different sets but with the same design" Stiles grinned, showing the two necklaces she had bought, one of them was made of silver, the pendant of it being a moon, while the other one was a sun made of gold "And look!" She grinned, making sure the camera caught the moment the pendants got close to each other; with a click, the pendants were pulled together by an invisible force, and clicked "They're magnetic!"

"They're so pretty!" Scarlett rasped, her kind smile still on her lips "Dibs on the gold"

"Duh" Stiles hummed "That's why I bought them"

Scarlett giggled, though she had grown quite tired by then, after all, she had been in the hospital for three days now after her attack, and would be left exhausted after all the tests they had to perform to check if she was healthy enough to leave or still had to stay in the hospital. Stiles smiled gently.

"What did the doctor say today?" She questioned.

Scarlett sighed.

"That there's still mucus in my airways, but at least the swelling has gone down a bit; they think I'll have to stay here for another week or so" She grumbled "Obviously if nothing goes awry, which, considering it's spring, seems likely"

Stiles gave her a sympathetic smile.

"I'm sorry you're going through this" She offered "And I'm sorry I couldn't see you today"

"You've seen me every other day before today" Scarlett tried to soothe her friend's guilt "Besides, I've spent most of my life with this, nothing I'm not used to"

"It still sucks" Stiles sighed, looking at Scarlett as she yawned "I'll stop holding you from sleeping" She hummed, as she smiled at her friend's attempts at staying awake, as Scarlett shook jer head, yet her eyes were slowly closing and her head kept dropping.

"No no, I'm fine" She yawned "I swear"

Stiles laughed.

"I'll come visit you tomorrow, and I'll bring all the things I bought for you and your mom" She swore, holding up her pinky, showing the ring of silver she always wore on it "Pinky promise"

Scarlett smiled gently, holding up her pinky finger, the place where her ring usually sat on completely empty, leaving behind a ring of skin, lighter than the skin surrounding it. The girls waved goodbye, as they both turned off their laptops. Stiles sighed in disappointment, she was used to Scarlett being hospitalized from her asthma, especially during spring, but that didn't mean that she wasn't upset still, every time Scarlett had an asthma attack and had to be rushed to the hospital, every time Scarlett fell asleep from how exhausted she was whilst in the hospital, every time she almost lost Scarlett. A gust of wind blew through her open window, the spring air flying as her curtains swayed. On her nightstand, the book that came in the box she bought flipped open, the pages flipping through themselves as they stopped in a random page. Standing up, Stiles went to reach for the book, stopping in her tracks as her eyes caught sight of the words written on the book.

"What the fuck?"

She began to flip through the pages, finding them to now be written with beautiful cursive letter and drawings of different leaves and other plants; but the words were not just simple things like recipes or something of the sort, the words were spells. The page that had flipped open contained a so called healing spell, it seemed simple enough, only needing a blue candle; Stiles didn't consider herself superstitious, she wasn't one to run away from black cats, if she accidentally spilled salt she wouldn't rush to throw it over her shoulder. But she still hsd the thoughts/hopes that magic was real, not because she wanted to live in a fantasy world, but because "How fucking cool would it be to be able to do magic?". That's to say that, she didn't think she would be the next Hermione Granger or the next Sarah Sanderson or even Glinda; but when she saw the healing spell, she simply thought that she had nothing to lose, she didn't need a blood sacrifice, didn't need a special flower that had gone extinct. Simply a blue candle and to recite the spell. She didn't have necessarily a cool blue candle that would make for a badass spellcasting scene, but she did have a set of spiralled candles set her dad bought for her birthday cake, and amongst them, there was a light blue candle, with some glitter, but blue none the less.

"Fuck it" She hummed, standing up, and walking down to the kitchen.

Opening up one of the kitchen drawers, she pulled out the box of candles, breaking it open to take out the blue candle, her fingers immediately becoming stained with the glitter once she grasped it; she left the book on the table, open on the healing spell as she took out the lighter her dad kept in the drawer underneath other cooking utensils. With the flick of her finger, the lighter was turned on, and the flame became alive.

"In the divine name of the goddess who breathes life into us all, I consecrate and charge this candle as a magickal tool for healing." She read from the book, leaning the candle over a dish, in case the wax melted and fell "Magick mend and candle burn, sickness end, good health return, as I will it, so mote it be" She read, her voice nonchalant yet secure and strong, turning to look at the candle, she blew it out.

And it was that night, that Stiles forever changed the flow of the universe, unaware of the chain reaction that would follow, as she went to sleep.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (890): Mon 26th Aug 2024

I saw on Twitter that Sycho Sid had passed away at the age of 63 reportedly after battling cancer for a few years. The shitty thing about getting older other than my ever expanding belly and rapidly thinning hairline is having to watch the people who you idolised as a child drop off one by one. I was a WCW kid and watching WCW back now is a somber experience because of how many of the larger than life figures I watched on TV ever week are no longer with us; Curt Hennig, Kanyon, Mike Awesome, Scott Hall, Randy Savage, Chris Benoit, Eddie Guerrero and now you can add Sid Vicious to that tragic list. Sid was most definitely an intimidating force who exuded intensity and despite his limited in ring arsenal he was clearly the kind of performer who needed to be at the top of the chain whenever he wrestled. I remember he very brief face turn in 1999 which looking back made zero sense to make the mentally unstable monster a fan favourite but I was really happy for him when he won the world title for the first time. I get the impression that he had quite an inflated sense of his importance in the grand scheme of professional wrestling. I remember hearing an interview with him from 2012 where he said that if he was to be signed by WWE he would be their biggest draw…in 2012, at the age of 51, when the rest of the roster was John Cena, CM Punk, Randy Orton etc and he thought he would draw more eyes to the product than all of them in their prime. I’m not saying he wasn’t over with the fans but to suggest that he was an all time big draw and that he could have still been twelve years ago is pushing it a bit. Either way it’s a sad loss when anyone in pro wrestling passes away (except for when Vince McMahon ends up shuffling off of course) and Sid seemed like a genuinely nice guy. I suspect that in the years to come I will remember his passing more than others because it’s happened to coincide with my holiday to Greece whereas I probably learned of most of the others by from wrestling news websites like I do every day. RIP Sycho Sid Vicious, the Master and Ruler of the World.

[mediamonarchy]

https://mediamonarchy.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/08/20240829_MorningMonarchy.mp3 Download MP3 Badger culls, fatally struck and the protection of children + this day in history w/super snakes and our song of the day by Neal Fox on your #MorningMonarchy for August 29, 2024. Notes/Links: Scientists tied to chemical industry plan to derail PFAS rule on drinking water; Michael Dourson receives funds from chemical makers and plans to develop and publish studies that benefit firms https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/article/2024/aug/27/scientists-chemical-industry-derail-pfas-regulation-drinking-water Baby’s first junk food: How companies prey on new parents https://archive.is/tMC0G Alain Delon’s family overrule wish to kill dog late French actor wanted to be buried with; The French actor, who died on Sunday aged 88, wanted his 10-year-old Belgian malinois, Loubo, to be buried with him. https://news.sky.com/story/alain-delons-family-overrule-wish-to-kill-dog-late-french-actor-wanted-to-be-buried-with-13200382 🗣️ “As predicted, the BBC’s badger cull documentary contained little more than the opinion of its presenter – Brian May.” https://x.com/FarmersWeekly/status/1828399504363594128 Video: Brian May badger documentary furore – Fieldsports News, 21 August 2024 (Audio) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyE_Z_hxzsE Serge Gainsbourg – “Aux Armes Et Cætera” (w/Sly & Robbie // Vinyl // Audio) https://www.discogs.com/release/26978558-Gainsbourg-Best-Of-Gainsbourg-Comme-Un-Boomerang // https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aux_armes_et_c%C3%A6tera_(album) // https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPJWZILeLzU Footballer dies aged 27 after collapsing on pitch https://news.sky.com/story/juan-izquierdo-uruguayan-footballer-dies-aged-27-after-collapsing-on-pitch-13204583 Retired Marine general died of embolism at California base he once commanded By all accounts Mullen was very fit. Died of ‘natural causes’, a pulmonary embolism, at the age of 59. Also suddenly and unexpectedly. https://archive.ph/l01AK WWE icon Sid ‘Vicious’ Eudy dies aged 63 https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cdxle0vxkyxo Family shares additional information on Sid Eudy’s passing https://www.postwrestling.com/2024/08/27/family-shares-additional-information-on-sid-eudys-passing/ Video: WWE remembers Sid Eudy (Audio) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-zWhsifV34 Scott Thorson, Liberace’s Lover and Key Witness in Wonderland Murders Trial, Dies at 65 https://archive.ph/95dhd Roger Cook, ‘This Old House’ Star, Dies at 70 https://people.com/roger-cook-dead-this-old-house-star-age-70-8700450 Sven-Goran Eriksson, first foreign manager to lead England, dies at age of 76 https://www.bbc.com/sport/football/articles/clyw3lze152o Mariah Carey’s mother 87 and sister 63 die on the same day https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cx2yd454nzvo Totally not corrupt NJ politician Bill Pascrell cacks out in office at 87 https://www.cnn.com/2024/08/21/politics/new-jersey-rep-bill-pascrell-dies/index.html Mum who wrote a book for grieving children goes on trial for husband’s murder; Kouri Richins denies lacing her husband’s cocktail with five times the lethal dose of fentanyl. https://news.sky.com/story/mum-who-wrote-book-for-grieving-children-after-her-husbands-death-will-stand-trial-for-his-murder-13204528 Phil Lewis: Drag queen who inspired It’s A Sin TV series dies https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cg58gege81no Death of woman on 1st day of Burning Man festival under investigation https://apnews.com/article/death-burning-man-festival-nevada-3d9f9883cfef4036c506c38b6cad87a0 Someone is *cleaning*house* this week… Mike Lynch’s co-defendant in US fraud trial ‘fatally struck’ by car while jogging https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/article/2024/aug/19/mike-lynchs-co-defendant-in-us-trial-fatally-struck-by-car-while-jogging Video: Yacht tragedy: Co-accused in Mike Lynch fraud trial died just days earlier (Audio) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWbilSEXAuA The Last Shadow Puppets – “Separate And Ever Deadly” (Vinyl // Audio) https:/...

[spideyhexx]

this is where I think the film falls flat😔

[chuckecheesekid9000]

Omniverse Falls

Story Summary:  What would happen if the Crystal Gems had settled down in a place other than Beach City, a little backwoods town just west of weird…? What if, upon coming to Gravity Falls for the summer, Mikey and his younger twin siblings, Dipper and Mabel were to befriend Steven and his two best friends, Toby and Connie? What kind of magical and mysterious adventures would they have? What if a watch-like device falls from space, attaches to Mikey, and gives him the power to transform into 10 different kinds of aliens, while trying to keep his secret from the world? And, how would they fare against the combined threats of merciless, Homeworld Gems and a certain triangular demon? Find out what happens when Magic and Mystery meet in Omniverse Falls…

Characters:

Major TLH/C: Lincoln, The Loud Sisters (Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lisa, and Lily), Lynn Sr., Rita, Leonard, Lance, Albert, Myrtle, Ruth, Clyde, Sam, Mazzy, Sully, Benny, Maggie, Silas, Skippy, Winston, David, Ronnie Anne, Bobby, Arturo, Maria, Carlos, Frida, Carlota, The Casagrande Brothers (CJ, Carl, and Carlitos), Rosa, Hector, Danny, Lupe, Sid, Adelaide, Stanley, Becca, Harold, Howard, Scotts, Angus, Morag, Chuck, and Mick

Major MML: Bradley

Major GF: April, The Swanson Siblings (Calvin, Harriet, Hannah, Hugo, Cody, and Nina), Henry, and Laura

Major SU/AB: Steven, Toby, Connie, Garnet (Ruby/Sapphire), Amethyst, Pearl, Rose Quartz (flashbacks), Greg, Dr. Tenma, Jean, Teresa, Duncan, Elizabeth, Brian, Beverly, Bim, Bam, Luka, Lion, Lapis Lazuli, Peridot, Bismuth, Jasper, Yellow Diamond, Blue Diamond (flashbacks), Yellow Pearl, Blue Pearl (flashbacks), The Ruby Squadron (Doc, Leggy, Army, Navy, and Eyeball), Martha, Lars, Sadie, Ronaldo, Peedee, Jamie, Buck, Jenny, Kiki, Sour Cream, Mr. Fryman, Kofi Pizza, Doug, Priyanka, Aarav, Kevin, Vidalia, Yellowtail, Onion, Marty, Barb, Andy, Mark, Dogcopter, and the Off-Colors (Fluorite (Anatase/Red Pearl/Lavender Sapphire/The Peridot Trio (Head Peridot, Right Peridot, and Left Peridot), Rhodonite (Levi/Button), Padparadscha, and the Rutile Twins (Mindy and Cindy)).

Major OF/WFRR (AU): Mikey, Dipper, Mabel, Stan, Ford, Wendy, Soos, Bill Cipher, Gideon, Candy, Grenda, Gorney, Pacifica, McGucket, Waddles, Gompers, Mr. Poolcheck, Mermando, Ma, Pa, Robbie, Tamby, Thompson, Lee, Nate, Manly Dan, Caroline, The Corduroy Brothers (Marcus, Kevin, and Gus), Joellynn, Jessica, Roger, The Rabbit Kids (Zephyr and Beth), Tyler, Sheriff Blubs, Deputy Durland, Preston, Pricilla, Filbrick, Karen, Blendin, Agent Powers, Agent Trigger, Time Baby, Lazy Susan, Giffany, Abuelita, Reggie, Bud, Archibald, Nathaniel, Elizabeth, Quinten, Toby, Blind Ivan, Rumble, The Summerween Trickster, Wax Sherlock, Jeff, Shmebulock, Ducktective, Azmuth, Xeannith, Retaliator, Tetrex, Gluto, Sixsix, Kraab, Verdona, Aggregor, The Omnitrix Aliens (Goop, Four Arms, Grey Matter, Echo Echo, Upgrade, Diamondhead, NRG, Big Chill, AmpFibian, and Heatblast), The Omnitrix Unlock Aliens (Ghostfreak, Fasttrack, Feedback, and Gax), and Ra'ad

Major SP: Jack and Rebecca

Major SD: Shaggy and Scooby

Ships: Steven/Connie, Mikey/Carly, Mikey/Wendy, Shaggy/Wendy, Dipper/Wendy, Dipper/Pacifica, Bradley/Pacifica, Ruby/Sapphire, Rose/Greg, Pearl/Rose, Tenma/Jean, Nate/Jenny, Robbie/Kiki, Lars/April, Ronaldo/Sadie, Brian/Lapis, Azmuth/Xennith, Dipper/Connie, Steven/Mabel, Steven/Dipper, Amethyst/Peridot, 

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Fantasy, Drama, Angsy, Friendship, Humor, Action, Family/Hurt/Comfort, Mystery, and Sci-Fi

Rating: Dark Subjects and etc

[blowflyfag]

Pro Wrestling Illustrated: 1995 THE YEAR IN WRESTLING. March 1996

MOST HATED WRESTLER OF THE YEAR: JERRY LAWLER 18,093 votes

If the voting for Most Hated Wrestler of the Year had been done only by the residents of Memphis, Tennessee, Jerry Lawler certainly wouldn’t have won.

He might have picked up a few votes, though.

Yes, even in his own hometown, “The King” has engendered his share of hatred. There is an increasing number of USWA fans who are disgusted by the way Lawler presents himself as a hero in Memphis while breaking the rules nearly everywhere else. It doesn’t help his cause that his broadcasting duties in the WWF prevent him from competing in the USWA as regularly as he used to.

“Lawler used to be a man we could always trust to fight the good fight,” wrote Scott Thompson of Nashville, Tennessee. “Now all we can do is watch him bail out when things get tough.”

Lawler is primarily a WWF man now, and WWF fans are none too thrilled about it. In his role as commentator, Lawler viciously blasts every wrestler who disagrees even slightly with him, and heaps unwarranted praise on those who are as underhanded as he is. Those comments aren’t limited to wrestlers; Lawler still enjoys making tasteless remarks about Stu and Helen Hart.

The Hart with whom Lawler is most obsessed, though, is Bret. Last spring, he smeared Hart’s name by accusing him of hating the Japanese. He duped Hakuishi into going after Bret, but Lawler’s motive was transparent; he needed Hakushi’s help to defeat “The Hitman” at In Your House I.

A loss to Bret in the “kiss-my-foot” match at King of the Ring inspired Lawler to bring in Isaac Yankem to go after Hart. When Hart and Yankem square off, Lawler usually interferes. In fact, during one televised Hart-Yankem cage match, WWF President Gorilla Monsoon ordered Lawler suspended above the ring in his own cage so he couldn’t interfere.

It all gives “The King” a rotten reputation–and a deserved on at that.

“You have to wonder what the people in the USWA  saw in him for all those years,” wrote Francine Julia of New Orleans. “What a horrible person!”

“I wish he’d spend more time in the ring,” wrote Marty Dean of Manchester, England. “That way, we would see a lot more wrestlers beat him up.”

Five years ago, one wouldn’t have heard such a comment in Memphis, but there isn’t a real strong “kingdom” there anymore. 

RUNNERS-UP

KEVIN SULLIVAN: 15,812 votes

First runner-up: Sullivan had one mission in 1995: destroy Hulk Hogan and his friends, include Kevin’s own brother Dave! Toward that end, he assembled the Dungeon of Doom. “The Taskmaster” did many horrible things, including shaving off Hogan’s mustache; most significantly, he brought in The Giant to feud with Hogan and convinced Lex Luger and Jimmy Hart to turn bad.  

THE GANGSTAS: 12,892 votes

Second runner-up: Mustafa Saed and New Jack feuded with Public Enemy for months in ECW, but that isn’t what earned them this “honor.” People hate The Gangstas because of the racist comments they've made. The remarks have enraged dans everywhere, not only in Smoky Mountains and ECW, the most prominent promotions in which The Gangstas have competed. 

DAVEY BOY SMITH 10,503 votes

Third runner-up: For almost all of his career, the “British Bulldog” was a loyal fan favorite. Last summer he snapped, attacking Diesel during a tag team match and signing with manager Jim Cornette. He then had the nerve to suggest that American fans showed him disrespect when they chanted “U.S.A!” during his tag team matches with Lex Luger. Sadly, Smith has become a bitter man.

VOTES FOR OTHERS (15,187)

Some of the top vote-getters who did not capture a runner-up spot include: Arn Anderson, Bob Backlund, Dean Douglas, Ric Flair, Owen Hart, Jeff Jarrett, Kama, Lex Luger, Mabel, Meng, Brian Pillman, Big Bubba Rogers, Skip, Sid Vicious, and Yokozuna

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Sinister (2012)

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Sinister is a 2012 American supernatural horror film directed by Scott Derrickson and written by C. Robert Cargill and Derrickson. It stars Ethan Hawke as a struggling true-crime writer whose discovery of videos depicting grisly murders in his new house puts his family in danger. Juliet Rylance, Fred Thompson, James Ransone, Clare Foley, and Michael Hall D'Addario appear in supporting roles.  Sinister was inspired by a nightmare Cargill had after watching the 2002 film The Ring.  Principal photography on Sinister began in Autumn of 2011 in Long Island, NY with a production budget of $3 million.[3] To add the authenticity of old home movies and snuff films, the Super 8 segments were shot on actual Super 8 cameras and film stock

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We Are Still Here (2015)

 We Are Still Here is a 2015 American horror film written and directed by Ted Geoghegan and starring Andrew Sensenig and Barbara Crampton as grieving parents who find themselves the focus of an attack by vengeful spirits. The film had its world premiere on 15 March 2015 at South by Southwest.

  Opening Credits; Introduction (1.04); Background History (10.02);Sinister  Film Trailer (12.00); The Original (14.29); Let's Rate (41.05); Introducing the Double Feature (44.43); We Are Still Here Film Trailer (45.33); The Attraction (47.08); How Many Stars (1:05.06); Overall End Credits (1:09.28); Closing Credits (1:10.56)

  Opening Credits– Epidemic Sound – copyright 2021. All rights reserved

 Closing Credits:  Haunted by the Pogues. Taken from the Sid and Nancy Original Motion Picture Soundtrack.  Copyright 1986 Epic Records

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