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How Splash Pads Can Add Value to Your Commercial Property
Imagine this â your hotel or apartment complex offers more than just a place to stay. It offers a mini water park where your kids can spend the summers splashing around for hours while you unwind and soak up some sun. Sounds fun, doesnât it? Well, this is what you offer your customers with a splash pad installation in your commercial property.
Splash pads have become increasingly popular in a range of commercial settings and for good reason. They donât just form a source of endless fun for kids and adults alike but also elevate the value of your property. Whether itâs a hotel, a resort, or an apartment complex, the high upfront splash pad installation costpays dividends in the long run. Hereâs how.
Creating A Family-Friendly Atmosphere â
In todayâs competitive market, a sure-shot way of boosting the allure of your property is designing areas that cater to children. A well-designed splash pad can make your property stand out from the rest, providing a safe and enjoyable space for kids to play while the parents get to unwind nearby. This family-friendly feature can attract more bookings and increase occupancy rates, especially during the family vacation seasons.
Elevating Guest Experience â
Making sure that your guests have the time of their lives is paramount for a hotel or a resort trying to maintain brand value. A splash pad offers recreational options that stand out from the rest. It is a fun alternative to traditional swimming pools and can be an incredible experience for families looking to create memories together. Plus, guests usually opt for accommodations offering a range of entertainment options, making a splash pad an enticing addition to your property.
Improved Aesthetics Of Outdoor Spaces -
Want to create a visually enthralling outdoor space that your guests fall in love with? Splash pads are what you need. Whether integrated into a landscape garden or as a standalone installation near outdoor spaces such as lounges, it creates a stunning place for your guests to enjoy. This can result in positive reviews, increased presence on social media, and improved word-of-mouth referrals.
Efficiency And Cost Savings -
Splash pads usually require less maintenance compared to traditional pools. They use recirculated water and have fewer safety issues, significantly bringing down the operational costs and workload on your staff. This doesnât just save a lot of money on maintenance but also maximizes the profits generated by the property.
Marketing Advantage â
An added benefit of a splash pad installation in your property is you can turn it into your propertyâs USP. Highlighting this feature in ads, online listings, and social media campaigns can attract families that are looking for places with added recreational options. It positions your property as opulent, modern, family-oriented, and attentive to the needs of your guests, setting you apart from your competitors.
Conclusion:
Adding a splash pad to your commercial property â whether itâs an apartment complex, hotel, or resort can yield substantial benefits that go beyond mere hosting guests. So, if you are looking to upgrade your commercial property, a splash pad can do wonders. Curious about the  splash pad installation cost? Drop a line at Empex WatertoysÂź. Their experts will help you with every step of the installation process.
Blog Source: https://waterparktoys.wordpress.com/2024/07/16/how-splash-pads-can-add-value-to-your-commercial-property/
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I live in the desert. If I set my air lower than 78, it will run non-stop and blow out in a week. Today it was 119 outside. Thatâs a 43 degree difference; do you know how much of a strain it is on your ac unit to cool your home to below 80 when itâs nearly 120 outside? Itâs the lowest I can go without spending $16,000 on a new unit. And trust me, when youâve been outside in 119 degree heat, 78 feels FUCKING AMAZING đ
We got back from vacation in the middle of the night last week and our ac wasnât working. The house was 95 degrees. Husband slept outside on the patio, I slept on the couch with a soaking wet sheet on and a fan aimed at me, the kid slept on the loveseat by me and the dog sprawled on the tile. We managed. It sucked satans ballsack but we managed.
The coldest it gets where I live is roughly in the 50âs, with some nights getting fairly cool and the occasional random midnight snow. I dunnoâŠâŠanything below 70 is freezing to me; I need a jacket to be comfortable. We all acclimatize. The summers where I live would kill most Europeans but at the same time, I cried the first time my desert rat ass saw snow, soâŠ..you knowâŠ..we thrive where we survive I guess.
#seriously though#snow scared the shit out of me#I would love to have my ac set at 70#and when I rented I did#because fuck landlords#but I own now and cannot afford that kind of fuckery#cool crisp fuckery#but I do think itâs perspective#78 IS cool when youâve been out in a constant brutal heat wave of 120#and god I hate to say it#but it IS a dry heat#so you sweat like crazy and it evaporates and cools you off a bit#unlike that nasty humidity shit where you never feel dry and youâre just always SOAKING and it traps the heat on your skin and UGH#also weâre equipped for heat out here#water parks and splash pads and businesses with icy cold ac and indoor parks and all sorts of shit#so I get why Europeans get a heat wave and are like âWe are literally dyingâ#because my normal is NOT normal and people are NOT equipped for it
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Quality Matters: Choosing the Right Splash Park Equipment Suppliers
As communities seek to enhance public spaces and provide engaging recreational opportunities for residents of all ages, the demand for splash parks continues to grow. These vibrant and interactive water play areas offer a refreshing escape from the summer heat while promoting physical activity and social interaction. However, the success of a splash park hinges greatly on the quality of its equipment and installations. In this guest post, weâll explore the importance of choosing the right splash park equipment suppliers and how it can contribute to the overall success and safety of your project.
Originally published at https://cryptotelnews.com/2024/03/18/quality-matters-choosing-the-right-splash-park-equipment-suppliers/ on 18-03-2024
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Ful-Flo specializes in fountain services
#Ful-Flo specializes in fountain services#spray parks#agricultural & golf irrigation. We cover residential & commercial areas in Winnipeg & Manitoba.#Fountains services winnipeg#Fountains repairs manitoba#Agricultural irrigation manitoba#water treatment plants winnipeg#Ful-Flo Industries Ltd. was first incorporated in 1976. Providing irrigation and concrete splash or spray pads in Winnipeg#Manitoba and NW Ontario#Ful-Flo Industries is located on the outskirts of Winnipeg on the north Perimeter Highway just a œ mile west of Highway#7#keywords:#Golf irrigation winnipeg#Spray pads winnipeg#Article:#Ful-Flo Industries Ltd. offers a warehouse of possibilities regarding the residential/do-it-yourself markets for irrigation in Manitoba. If#Read more#GOLF IRRIGATION#Ful-Flo Industries Ltd. is proud to support the golf course industry with the best product#people and equipment available. From our parts and service counter that will support#Agricultural irrigation winnipeg#AGRICULTURAL IRRIGATION#From its earliest days#Ful-Flo Industries Ltd. has left its mark in the agriculture industry. One of Ful-Flo Industries Ltd.'s major markets is the Manitoba Potat#fountains services manitoba#FOUNTAINS#A fountain conveys elegance and relaxation#while drawing attention to your area of interest It is human nature to be drawn to the beautiful fountain on your area#Spray pads manitoba#SPRAY PARKS
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Fountain & Irrigation Services Experts in Winnipeg
#Ful-Flo specializes in fountain services#spray parks#agricultural & golf irrigation. We cover residential & commercial areas in Winnipeg & Manitoba.#Fountains services winnipeg#Fountains repairs manitoba#Agricultural irrigation manitoba#water treatment plants winnipeg#Ful-Flo Industries Ltd. was first incorporated in 1976. Providing irrigation and concrete splash or spray pads in Winnipeg#Manitoba and NW Ontario#Ful-Flo Industries is located on the outskirts of Winnipeg on the north Perimeter Highway just a œ mile west of Highway#7#keywords:#Golf irrigation winnipeg#Spray pads winnipeg#Article:#Ful-Flo Industries Ltd. offers a warehouse of possibilities regarding the residential/do-it-yourself markets for irrigation in Manitoba. If#Read more#GOLF IRRIGATION#Ful-Flo Industries Ltd. is proud to support the golf course industry with the best product#people and equipment available. From our parts and service counter that will support#Agricultural irrigation winnipeg#AGRICULTURAL IRRIGATION#From its earliest days#Ful-Flo Industries Ltd. has left its mark in the agriculture industry. One of Ful-Flo Industries Ltd.'s major markets is the Manitoba Potat#fountains services manitoba#FOUNTAINS#A fountain conveys elegance and relaxation#while drawing attention to your area of interest It is human nature to be drawn to the beautiful fountain on your area#Spray pads manitoba#SPRAY PARKS
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Prometheus
content warnings: horror. body horror. ghost show can have a little existential horror, as a treat! :)
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Tucker and Danny sat as silhouettes in the Foley attic rec-room.
The ghoulish light of the television pinned their shadows against the back wall, pulsing in and out like fireflies at each flash of the screen. It left their backs drenched in darkness, and it made monoliths of the old furniture and piled-high boxes that wrapped the perimeter of the attic. Drafty air whistled through the gaps in the insulation. Plicks and flicks of moths beat in tone against the light of the television where the seal of the attic window failed to keep them out. Danny hounded the controller in his hands, clackering with each frenetic beat of his thumb while he mashed his buttons and leaned his full bodyweight into the assault he wrought, virtually until--
âBOOM!! Headshot!â Danny yelled with a pump of his fist. From his nonexistent peripheral vision, he could not see the way Tucker would not look at him.
âCome on, man,â Tucker said.
âGet it?â Danny asked.
âDude, come on, like⊠Maybe donât.â
Danny let out a disappointed huff of air from his nostril, spirits dampened. The wayward glow of his eye settled back on the screen: Victory blazoned across his split of the screen. You Died pulsed on Tuckerâs. Danny mashed the rematch option. âMaybe get good then,â Danny said, ïżœïżœïżœand then you get to make the bad puns.â
âSorry man look Iâm justâtired okay?â
âYeah I knowââ
âYou can be goofy about it tomorrowââ
âI knowââ
âI promise itâll be hilarious then justââ
âOkay okay, I get it. Iâll save the jokesââ
âHow much longer?â
âHmm?â
Danny looked, and Tucker was looking now too, and it was taking all concentrated will on Tuckerâs face to keep looking.
âHow much longer until youâre like⊠You know.â
4am chimed from the grandfather clock stowed in the Foley attic. The ghostly sheen of the television splashed bright and pallid across the right side of Tuckerâs face, as he stared at Danny. And it splashed bright across the left side of Dannyâs face, which was the only side of Dannyâs face remaining.
âI donât know like⊠maybe 3 more hours, I think?â A lisp whistled from the absent flesh of his jawbone.
Tucker watched his lips. And his eyes drifted to the shadow carved dark and empty in the socket that could no longer see him, a merciful concealment of where skin turned to raw exposed flesh turned to bone.
Tucker looked forward again, and he mashed his thumbs into his own controller. Dannyâs characterâs skull exploded into a cloud of meat-rain before Danny had the chance to notice the match resume.
âFine. I can do 3 more hours,â Tucker said. âAnd start watching your head.â
âŠ
It wasnât until the camping trip 4 months ago that Danny knew anything was strange.
It was a yearly Fenton tradition, which Danny tolerated and Jazz dreaded, to haul the four of them and the RV out into some swampy campground 3 hours from home. Theyâd roll in roaring, RV stuffed to the brim with wilderness equipment and enough mechanical monstrosities to scare away all actual wildlife. All except for the fish, who had the disadvantage of not seeing the mechanical affront to God parked with questionable legality on the campgrounds.
This year, Danny had decided he was embracing it. Because for the first time, sitting grubby and wet in the mud for 3 days sounded much nicer than his typical weekend plans, which was mainly getting his ass kicked by ghosts. Heâd flagged down Valerie a week ahead of time to tell her, between gunshots, that heâd be absent for those 3 days. Valerie had taken equal offence at the request that she pick up Phantomâs slack, and the implication that she wasnât already doing that.
But it meant the ghosts were covered for the weekend, and it meant Danny was free to do nothing more exciting than sit in the mud, which was all well and good enough for Danny. Although his hopes of leaving the weekend with the same number of scars he started with were dashed by hour 5. It was his own fault too. Jack had insisted Danny gut the fish Jack caught via a blast of the Fenton Disintegrator to the lake (unconventional, not even a fishing device, a ghost weapon he and Maddie were fine-tuning. A ranger came and yelled at them about it.) And while distracted by his parents getting told off for being menaces, Danny miscalculated the slipperiness of both fish and knife.
Luckily the RV was, among many many things, a hospital on wheels, and Jazz had quit sulking long enough to take a morbid fascination in cleaning Dannyâs palm out with antiseptic that burned like acid and bandaging up his palm. For dinner that night, Danny ate his open-flame grilled fish with a little more prejudice than usual.
By Saturday, his hand hadnât healed. Nor by Sunday. And on Sunday evening while Maddie and Jack busied themselves with packing up the tent theyâd both invented and yet struggled to collapse back into its box, Danny flagged Jazz with quiet urgency.
âI think thereâs something wrong with my hand.â
âWrong how?â
âInfected, maybe.â
Jazz knit her brow in concern. âIt looked fine this morning,â she muttered as she pulled Danny down onto the stump beside her and flipped open the First Aid kit latch. She unraveled Dannyâs bandage layer by layer, and the concerned knit to her brow loosened to confusion.
âIt looks fine. Itâs barely even red.â
Danny snatched his hand back. âYeah, and itâs barely healed at all.â
âI mean, itâs healed a little bit.â
âYeah but. Barely.â
âIt looks pretty normal.â
âJazz my day-job is getting whacked with ghost machetes,â Danny said, tone growing a little tense at Jazzâs lack of concern. âI know how quickly cuts are supposed to heal.â
âAnd how quickly is that?â
âI mean. It depends. But like a day.â
âA day?â
âOr maybe 25 hours, I guess.â
âDanny, you cut yourself pretty deep.â
â26 hours max, literally.â
Jazz was staring. Danny felt awkwardly judged.
âHey um, as a question Danny, do you remember the last injury you got before your ghost powers?â
Danny hesitated. He racked his brain and some part of him felt a little embarrassed how hard he had to search, as if it were shameful to have been so delicately uninjured before this whole thing.
ââŠDash, maybe. But Dash it good at the kind of quick jabby punches that hit your nerve but donât bruise.â
âAnything else?â
Danny fell quiet. Then brightened. âI fell off my bike last year. Racing Tucker. Scraped up my shin and knee.â
âAnd how long did that take to heal?â
The delight faded a bit. Danny thinned his lips thinking. ââŠMaybe a while.â
âProbably a few weeks.â
âJeez, really? No.â Danny said. And he so deeply wanted to be offended, because heâd become the biggest expert in the family on getting his skin used as a ghost shrapnel canvas, which should make him the authority on injury healing. And Jazz was doubting all of that. âNo. Thatâd heal in like. A day.â
âMaybe with ghost powers,â Jazz answered. âMaybe in ghost form. Which, currently and for the last 3 days, you have not been in.â
Danny fell quiet. He considered this information that deeply annoyed him until, with grudgingness edging to acceptance, he looked at his hand, and then his sister, and then his hand.
ââŠ.Oh.â
That night, home and showered and with the clock creeping toward 1am, Danny sat on his bed. He pooled his hands in his lap, lit by the moonlight pouring through his bedroom window. He sat an inch above his bed, in fact, hair shimmery white and his right glove removed. In the wash of moonlight he watched his palm. And there was something haunting, almost, in the way he could see the edges of the cut stitch themselves back together bit by tiniest bit. He lost himself in a grainy infomercial on his television, and when it ended, his cut was gone.
âŠ
Phantom returned to the ghost fighting scene with an unwarranted new confidence. In truth nothing had changed. But Danny operated now with the knowledge that he was a particular kind of resilient that heâd not actually realized before. And while he did not like getting fileted by Skulkerâs ghost gut-hook knife, or seared by Emberâs flame guitar, or bonked in the head by Fenton Bolas (Dad why), there was a certain delight in the âThis will all not be a problem by tomorrowâ-ness of it all.
Even better, he now knew that just idling in ghost mode for an extra hour or two was all it took to be right as rain again. (âThis is making your Gameboy addiction worse than Tuckerâs,â Sam had commented. âWell how else am I supposed to pass the time?â Danny asked while mashing buttons with one less finger than usual. âYou could read a book.â)
On the flipside, it did make Danny grouchier about mid-school-day attacks, which didnât afford him the luxury of floating around to bake in ghost mode for an hour or two watching bad tv. And unless Mr. Lancer got real chill real fast with Danny Phantom taking Danny Fentonâs English tests, it meant that any school-time fight injury had to be dealt with conventional human-style, and super-healed after school.
And Danny carried this knowledge with more bitterness than usual one fall afternoon when a fight with Technus had already gouged into the first 15 minutes of his math test, and now Danny was going to have to suck it up for the last 45 minutes if he wanted to pass geometry this quarter. Which was bullshit because that last blast Technus got on him had really fucking hurt.
Danny landed, and in his math-induced funk, he missed the particular wide-eyed way Sam and Tucker stared at him. âHere,â Danny said, handing off the thermos to Tucker, and Danny let his human transformation slip through in rings around his sternum.
âDanny stop,â Sam said, and with an urgent breathlessness that froze Danny in place. âDo not turn back.â
Confusion seeped into Dannyâs blood. He let the transformation rings fade away, and he felt the thermos heavy in his outstretched hand that Tucker would not take. Heavy and wet. Heavy, and very very wet.
He looked at his hand, and his white glove was unrecognizable beneath the saturation of red. The thermos dropped from his hand, and suddenly Danny wasnât so sure which direction was up.
âSit,â Sam maybe said, or said something like it. Her hands were on his shoulders. He was easing in a direction that was probably down. His butt hit cold pavement. And suddenly he raked in a shuddering breath which was wet as mud.
Sam was pulling away the top of his suit, which was the worst possible place for her to do that considering how much it hurt. She was pulling right where Technus had blasted him, and Danny had half a mind to tell her off until he saw what was underneath the fabric.
âThatâs not good,â he bubbled out through a lot of blood in his mouth and throat.
Baseball-sized. Like someone had taken a very large hole-puncher right to his sternum. A very good hole-puncher because it had in fact punched him straight through and run off with the little cut-out it stole. Globby flesh spilled to fill in some of the empty space. But a solid chunk of sternum, and heart, and lung, and spine, were rudely elsewhere.
Danny was in a very slippery wet dream, and his fluttering eyes agreed.
âNo,â Sam said with an unnecessarily aggressive pinch of his skin. âAbsolutely do not fall asleep.â
âOw,â Danny said, maybe about the pinch but also his missing organs.
This wasnât good enough for Sam who was a little bit ghost-shaded herself while she grabbed both Dannyâs ears tight and angled Dannyâs eyes to hers. âIf you turn human now thatâs going to be very very bad. Youâre fine, Danny. Youâre just in shock, I think. Focus on me. Come on, count with me Danny. 1. 2.â
âIsnât counting sheep supposed to put you to sleep?â Danny quipped, but all the blood gurgling maybe ruined his delivery a little.
âŠ
His heart sewed itself back together in 20 minutes. His esophagus and trachea kindly followed at the 27-minute mark, the last of the tubage knitting itself together and forming the correct kind of air-seal against anything else in his chest cavity. That was a blessing, because passing the time was easier when he could talk without re-enacting the elevator from The Shining â a joke Danny had tried to deliver several times and which refused to land.
And while he still did not have his new spine vertebrae nor sternum by the 30-minute mark, Danny could see the way the last of the white fear had left Samâs face and the way Tucker could now face him directly. And that told him that however he looked, he no longer looked like someone who was going to die.
By the 1-hour mark, Danny sat drenched in his own blood from a fatal wound that no longer existed. And heâd missed his math test.
âŠ
Super healing was cool. Very cool. What other kind of power lets you just walk away from fatal injuries?
At the close of a ghost fight, thermos capped, swimming in the eerie silence of a street cleared of screams, Danny stood. And he shivered. He ran his hands up and down his stomach, his chest, his back his face, pressing any pain-point to discover if his fingers would sink in wet and deep. Was it safe to transform back? If he made a mistake, would he notice fast enough? Would he be able to turn back again in time?
Alone in the snow of the Amity golf course. The roof of the mall. The back archives of the library. Danny lingered. Many places were good for lingering, and so Danny would linger, wherever and whenever he could. It made that held-breath feeling of transforming back easier, to know no part of him was at risk of undoing him.
And sometimes his hand did come away sticky. And in the black of night Danny went home, mindful to step only on the kitchen tile from which blood could be wiped up cleanly. And he was tired from too many nights of this when he pulled cereal from the cupboard and splashed milk into a bowl and cleared away the nuts and bolts from the half-undressed Fenton Disintegrator (undergoing v2 upgrades) and flickered the noxious glow of the muted television to life while his liver stitched itself back together. The tremble would not quite leave his cereal spoon hand but heâd manage.
One night Walker had blasted off half of Dannyâs skull. And he lay shaking hunched on the pavement willing himself to overcome the pangs of shock radiating through his body until he had enough composure to call Tucker on the phone and ask if he could come over, if they could play Man vs. Zombie maybe, and stay awake through the night while his brain matter remade itself.
One night he had to grab Valerie by the ankle before she flew off, and she probably only heeded him because the break in Phantomâs superhero bravado unnerved her so much. âPlease just stay and talk to me. Something bad will happen if I fall asleep,â he said, while holding the parts that used to be his stomach. âDefine âbad.ââ âIâll die.â âSounds like a human.â She shouldnât have taken pity on him. But she did. Maybe because she was a human who would die like Danny if left on the pavement with her stomach open. Valerie stayed until the sun rose.
And he was lucky, because as a human he should have died. And Danny didnât. He just came close, more and more and more. Until the sight of a raised ghost weapon forced a very human flinch from him.
âŠ
ââŠlosing an edge, youâd say, Craig?â âNot exactly. As a psychiatrist whoâs worked with many veterans and active-duty soldiers, itâs common toââ
âMorning,â Jack said, flipping up his welding mask just long enough to nod to Danny before re-busying himself in his soldering.
âDad, do you think maybe you could do that in the lab?â Jazz asked over a bowl of cornflakes, with a tone one might use when asking a 10-year-old to move his basketball game outside.
âHmm, why? The table wonât catch fire.â
âWhich is what you said last time,â Jazz said, carefully plucking up a cooled bit of metal scrap from beside her cereal bowl.
ââŠffered many fatal injuries on camera, who knows how many werenât captââ
The television drowned beneath the screech of Jackâs welding, let up to breathe for moments at a time before Jack resumed the drowning. Dannyâs eyes followed. The refurbished Fenton Disintegrator had nearly reformed, bigger than its original body, with a gaping fish-mouth twice the radius of the thing which had blasted up the fish in the campground lake.
âI just think, Dad, that you and Mom have a whooooole laboratory basement to yourselves, and I have just this one dining table to eat cereal at, soââ
âBut then you kids would miss out on what Iâm making. See, Dannyâs interested. Danny, watch thisââ
Jack hoisted the monster up. He hitched it atop his shoulder, and set his eye behind its sight, and twisted at the hip to point its open maw directly at Danny.
Danny froze.
âDad, Jesus, at least show some trigger-discipline if youâreâDanny?â
Danny could not move. He could not move or really see. The shockwave rippled through him, and he believed for the moment that surely heâd been shot until Jazz shook him. âDanny, are you okay?â
Dannyâs heart was intact but still it squeezed like it had been ripped. His legs were whole but they were numb beneath him. And he was useless too. Over what? Over nothing. Over a gun pointed at him, the sort which had been pointed at him 4,000 times before.
ââŠDanny?â Jazz asked, more worried than before. Jack had put down the gun, and he was staring at Danny in the same way.
And it was stupid. So very stupid. Because Danny had super-healing, and a hit from something like that would heal. It could rip him apart, and heâd be completely fine.
So it was all actually incredibly incredibly stupid that he was somehow, without even meaning to, crying.
âŠ
The fight had ended three hours ago. And three hours was longer than only the worst of his injuries took to heal. Tonight had not been bad at all, just a bit of ripping and tearing at his leg from a bear-trap Skulker had laid (despite Skulker insisting he did not know what a bear was). And that had healed up in 20 minutes flat.
Danny lingered anyway, sitting soaking cold in the snow on the golf course. He liked that it was high-up here. He liked that the lights fanned far and wide. He liked that the razed-flat golf turf allowed nothing to hide. He wiled away the hours he ought to be sleeping, because there was a security in consciousness, in his ghost form. If he slept, he could be killed. And if he sat resting in ghost form on the crest of the golf course hill, he could not.
But he could nod off. Catching his head at each dip. But his mind fizzled and faded, rubbing against the staticky edge of sleep, enough to perhaps not notice steps in the snowfall that tracked him to where he sat.
The whir of the charging gun kicked him to high alert.
All alert, all at once, so suddenly adrenaline soaked that Danny had no sense of orientation when he spun on spot and his eyes drank in the sight of the barrel-mouth breathing to life in his direction.
âTold you I fixed the calibration on this, Honey.â
âWell at least itâs not a fish.â
Stop, Danny wanted to say. But he was paralyzed. He was dread. He was stone.
It screeched. And it roared. And with a connection of a car crash, it took greedily for itself a gibbous moon of Dannyâs torso.
He collapsed. Eyes spinning. Ears ringing. Sensation like fire and like ice and like buzzing static and nothing, feeling, at all to connect to his legs.
Stop, Danny wanted to say. But he needed a mouth for that. So the second blast connected.
âŠ
It had been an amount of time. Jack and Maddie Fenton may have stooped in the snow and collected samples to study. Danny could not know, because heâd need eyes to know. They may have crunched with their boots and mused about the resilience of ecto-flesh, more resilient than fish-flesh. Danny could not know, because heâd need ears to know. They may have picked him up piece-meal and carried him in their pockets. Danny could not know. Not without touch.
He may have been on the golf course. He may not have been. There was no âwhereâ Danny could know. He needed his proprioception for that.
There was was. There was something Danny hoped was be. This was, Danny hoped, awake. This was the only awake he could be without a brain. And if this was awake, how long could he last? And if this was awake, was it enough to heal again?
Super healing was cool. It saved you from death. But maybe not always.
Was time passing� Was the snow cold. Was the wind blowing. Was the hilltop white under pooling lights. Was it. And did it. And was he and did he.
Was time passing?
Surely, it had been just an eternity, by now. An eternity at least.
Or had it been only one second.
Or Danny wasnât here.
He was, though. He had to exist to feel what he felt in the moment. He had to exist even if he was deprived of the mouth needed to scream the agony that was, in its entirety, him.
âŠ
Sun glazed the snow on the east bank of the golf course down to a slushy sheen by 10am the next morning. Mitted, in snow boots, three trespassers combed the 18 holes of Amity Park Golf Course.
âAre you sure itâs this one?â Sam asked, voice hoarse with a question that had been repeated once an hour for the last three hours between heaving breaths of clearing snow.
âIt has to be this one. They said golf course thereâs only one golf course,â Jazz answered, and her hands trembled against the heel of the shovel she dug into her nearest snowbank.
âDo you see any foot prints?â
âTheyâre melted.â
âWell check the melted sides then!â
âWe checked the melted sides.â
âMaybe we missedââ
âGuys shut up,â Tucker said, and he said it low, and he said it with lips the color of ash. He stood rooted. And his eyes shifted to the crown of the hill 30 feet to their right.
Jazz and Sam shut up. Because they heard it too.
Jazz abandoned her shovel in the snow. She ran. But Sam was faster.
And it was a noise. Long and piercing and deflating. Quiet. Then starting fresh from the top. Long and singular, like the note of a bagpipe. Sam rounded the crest of the hill. And she found the noise first.
And this close, she realized what it was. The noise was relief. Because the thing lying in the melted snow was finally enough of a mouth, and enough of a throat, and enough of a lung, to scream.
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Behind the scene's - enhypen
-you and enhypen as actors
Lee heeseung - ìŽíŹìč
The scene had just wrapped up, and the director called "cut." Heeseung gently set the little girl down, who had been happily straddling his waist as they filmed the family scene in the kitchen. You had just walked in from behind, slipping your arms around his waist to create the perfect family shot, completing the image of a loving, picture-perfect couple.
As soon as the cameras stopped rolling, you and Heeseung found yourselves completely taken by the little girlâs infectious laughter. She tugged at Heeseungâs shirt, and he crouched down, lifting her again into the air with a playful grin. You couldnât help but join in, making silly faces to keep her entertained, forgetting for a moment that this was just a set, just a role. The kitchen echoed with the sound of her giggles as Heeseung swung her around gently, and you clapped along, beaming at the adorable sight.
Unbeknownst to you both, a camera in the corner was still rolling, capturing every sweet, candid moment. Heeseungâs eyes sparkled as he looked at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as the little girl nestled her head into the crook of his neck. He then turned to you, still holding the child, and you both shared a warm, silent moment, the kind that seemed to erase the boundaries between your characters and who you really were.
As the day ended and you two wrapped up, the crew packed away equipment, and you thought nothing more of the playful exchange. But the following morning, social media was buzzing. Fans couldnât stop talking about the unplanned footage that had somehow made its way online. Comments flooded in about the âperfect familyâ chemistry, with fans shipping you and Heeseung nonstop, speculating on the sparkling tension they had always hoped was real.
Everywhere you looked, there were clips of you and Heeseung laughing, playing with the child, and sharing those quiet, tender moments that seemed to blur the line between acting and something more. The fans had latched onto it, making the video go viral. And as much as you both laughed it off, there was something in those moments that even you couldnât deny.
Park jongseong - ë°ìą
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The set was buzzing with action as the directors and film photographers were prepared for the next scene. You and Jay had been cast in the lead roles of an upcoming romcom, and the directors were beyond pleased with how effortlessly the two of you brought the characters to life. The chemistry between you and Jay was undeniable, so much so that they often allowed you to improvise, trusting that whatever you did would be perfect.
Todayâs scene involved you accidentally falling into a pool, and Jayâs character rushing to help you out. The water was chilly, and as you splashed in, the shock of the cold made you gasp. Jay, ever the professional, stayed in character, but the moment the director called âcut,â he was by your side, concern etched on his face.
âAre you okay?â Jay asked, his voice soft and filled with genuine care. Before you could even answer, he had already grabbed a towel, wrapping it around you to keep you warm.
You smiled at his attentiveness, âIâm fine, really. Just a bit of a shock.â
Jay didnât seem entirely convinced, but he let it slide, gently rubbing your arms through the towel to warm you up. It wasnât just during scenes that he was like thisâhis care extended far beyond what the cameras captured. Whether it was making sure you had eaten, asking if you were comfortable with a scene, or whispering reassuring words during more intimate moments, Jayâs concern was always there.
Later in the day, as you prepared for a kissing scene, Jay leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear. âYouâre doing great,â he whispered, his voice steadying you in the moment. It was something he always did, a little ritual that had become a comforting routine.
The camera rolled, capturing the perfect chemistry between your characters, but it was the unspoken connection between you and Jay that made the scene so real. Fans would see the spark on screen, but they had no idea just how deep that connection ran off camera as well.
As the day ended, and you both headed back to your trailers, you couldnât help but feel grateful for Jayâs presence in your life. On-screen, your characters were falling in love, but off-screen, it was the unwavering support and care that made everything feel just right.
Sim jaeyun - ìŹìŹì€
The set has just gotten quiet after some busy time preparing for another take of what was supposed to be a serious, emotionally charged scene. You and Jake Sim had been cast as the second leads in this ongoing romcom, and from the moment you met, the chemistry between you two was undeniable. But while your on-screen roles required a more somber, intense dynamic, behind the scenes, it was a completely different story.
The director called for action, and you both got into position, trying to channel the gravity of the moment. Jake's character was supposed to deliver a heartfelt confession, and you were meant to react with a mix of shock and sadness. But as Jake took a deep breath to start his line, you noticed the tiniest twitch in the corner of his mouth, and that was all it took.
The serious expression you'd been struggling to maintain crumbled as a giggle escaped your lips. Jake tried to keep his composure, but the sound of your laughter set him off too. He quickly turned his head away, biting his lip to stop the smile threatening to break through. But it was no useâhis shoulders started shaking, and soon enough, he was laughing right along with you.
"Cut!" The director's voice rang out, but it was tinged with a hint of amusement rather than frustration. It was the tenth take, and somehow, you still couldnât get through the scene without one of you cracking up.
You tried to pull yourself together, wiping the tears from your eyes as you wheezed from laughing so hard. âOkay, okay, we can do this,â you managed to say between breaths, though the look on Jakeâs face suggested he wasnât convinced.
âRight, super serious this time,â Jake agreed, but the mischievous glint in his eye said otherwise.
The crew, by this point, had given up on you two. They knew the drillâany scene that involved both of you would inevitably lead to some kind of behind-the-scenes blooper. Your fans had even coined the nickname "Dumb and Dumber" for the two of you, not because you were actually dumb, but because of the sheer amount of goofiness that happened whenever you were together.
The director sighed, though there was a smile playing at the corners of his lips. âAlright, take 11, and please, try to focus this time.â
You and Jake exchanged a quick glance, both of you trying to put on your most serious faces, but it only took a split second before you burst into laughter again, this time leaning on each other for support as you tried to catch your breath.
The director threw his hands up in defeat. âYou know what? Weâll take a break. Go get some water, calm down, and weâll try again in ten minutes.â
As the crew dispersed for a break, you and Jake were still chuckling, completely unable to stop. ïżœïżœïżœWe are never going to get through this scene, are we?â you asked, grinning at him.
Jake shook his head, still smiling. âProbably not. But hey, at least weâre having fun, right?â
The truth was, while your characters were caught in the middle of a dramatic love triangle, behind the scenes, you and Jake were just two people enjoying each otherâs company, full of youth and laughter. And maybe that was why your chemistry worked so wellâit was real, and everyone could see it, whether you were in front of the camera or not.
Park sunghoon - ë°ì±í
It was quiet as everyone prepared for one of the most emotional scenes in the project. You and Sunghoon had been cast as the main characters in, ever since you both been casted as the cast your chemistry sparked truly undeniable from the start. Sunghoon, known for his introverted and well-put-together persona, had gradually shown a more playful and goofy side around you. It was a side of him that most people, especially his fans, rarely saw.
Todayâs scene was intense. Sunghoonâs character had just been shot, and your character had to discover him, break down, and hold him in your arms as the realization of his injury hit you. You were both fully in character, the atmosphere heavy with emotion as the camera began to roll.
Sunghoon lay on the floor, his body limp and eyes closed, as you knelt beside him, cradling his upper body in your lap. The heartbreak in your characterâs eyes was palpable, and you felt the tears well up as you delivered your lines with raw emotion.
âWhy did this have to happen to you?â you whispered, voice trembling as you stroked his hair, the anguish in your tone making everyone on set hold their breath. You were so lost in the role, the tears streaming down your face, that you didnât even notice the small drop of snot that escaped, landing squarely on Sunghoonâs cheek.
Sunghoon, ever the clean freak, would normally have been mortified by something like this. But in that moment, as you held him close, he didnât even flinch. He remained perfectly still, completely in character, even though he was fully aware of what had just happened. It was as if, for him, it was no big dealâjust part of the scene, part of being in the moment with you.
The scene continued, your performance flawless, your grief palpable as you held him tighter. Finally, the director called cut, and you stayed in your role for a few moments longer, letting the emotion settle before you realized what had just happened.
Your eyes widened in horror as you saw the drop of snot on Sunghoonâs cheek, realizing you had been so into the scene that you hadnât noticed. âOh my god, Sunghoon, Iâm so sorry!â you exclaimed, your face flushing with embarrassment as you scrambled to grab a tissue.
But Sunghoon just chuckled softly, his usual reserved demeanor replaced with a gentle smile. âItâs fine,â he said calmly, sitting up and wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. âReally, donât worry about it.â
You were still mortified, your hands covering your face as you mumbled, âI canât believe that happened. Iâm so embarrassed.â
Sunghoon shook his head, his expression kind. âItâs not a big deal. You were amazing in that scene. Itâs just⊠part of the job, right?â
You looked up at him, surprised by how unfazed he was. Sunghoon, who was usually so meticulous and careful about everything, had just brushed off something that would have bothered anyone else. It made you realize just how comfortable he had become around you, how much he had let his guard down.
âThanks, Sunghoon,â you said softly, feeling a warmth in your chest at his words.
He smiled at you, the goofy side he reserved only for his friends peeking through as he teased, âJust try not to cry on me too much next time.â
You couldnât help but laugh, the tension easing as you realized that this was just another moment that had brought you two closer together, both on and off the screen. The chemistry between you was undeniable, and it wasnât just the characters you playedâit was real, and it made every scene, even the bloopers, that much more special.
Kim sunoo - êčìì°
After a long day of filming, you and Sunoo finally retreated to the cozy behind-the-scenes area, a place where you could both relax and shake off the intensity of being in front of the camera. The scene you had just wrapped up required Sunoo to act extra cute to win over your characterâs approval. He absolutely nailed it, putting on an adorable performance that had everyone on set cooing and melting at his charm.
As soon as you were out of sight of the crew, you couldnât help but start teasing him about it.
âYou were so cute back there, Sunoo!â you teased, nudging him playfully. The way he had scrunched his nose and widened his eyes in the scene was still fresh in your mind, and you couldnât resist poking fun at him for it.
Sunoo pouted, clearly trying to maintain his cool persona, though the slight blush on his cheeks gave him away. âI wasnât trying to be cute,â he muttered, his voice laced with a mix of pride and embarrassment. âI was just⊠doing my job.â
âSure, sure,â you replied with a grin, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret. âBut you know what? Youâre always cute, even when youâre trying to be all serious and cool.â
He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest in an exaggerated display of defiance. âI can be cool too, you know! Iâm not just cute,â he insisted, his tone almost desperate to convince youâor maybe even himself.
You couldnât help but laugh softly at his attempt to sound tough. There was something inherently endearing about the way he tried to be serious, only for his natural charm to seep through. âOh really? Show me your cool side then,â you challenged, raising an eyebrow and smirking, genuinely curious to see how heâd pull it off.
Sunoo straightened up, determination flashing in his eyes. He adopted what he probably thought was a serious, stoic expression, narrowing his eyes slightly and gazing off into the distance as if he were contemplating something profound. For a moment, he really did look kind of coolâuntil his lips twitched, betraying the small smile he was trying to suppress.
You burst out laughing, the sound filling the small space, and Sunooâs faux-cool demeanor crumbled almost immediately. He sighed in defeat, dropping the act and giving you an exaggeratedly exasperated look.
âSee? Youâre teasing me again,â he complained, though there was no real heat behind his words. Instead, his eyes sparkled with amusement, his frustration mingling with fondness.
âYou make it too easy,â you shot back, still giggling. âYouâre just too cute to take seriously sometimes.â
Before Sunoo could reply, you both noticed something out of the corner of your eyes. The camera crew, who you thought had packed up for the day, were still lingering nearby, capturing the entire exchange. Sunooâs eyes widened in mortification, and he quickly turned to you with an exaggerated glare, his cheeks flushing deeper.
âThis is your fault,â he whispered harshly, though his voice was tinged with laughter.
You couldnât help but grin wider, reaching over to ruffle his perfectly styled hair, knowing it would only add to his playful annoyance. âHey, youâre the one whoâs just naturally cute. Canât blame me for pointing it out.â
Sunoo tried to look annoyed, but the smile he was trying so hard to suppress finally broke free, lighting up his face. He let out a resigned sigh, though it was clear he wasnât actually upset.
âMaybe I should try being cute on purpose more often,â he mused, half-joking.
You chuckled, leaning back in your seat. âIf you do, just know Iâll be here to tease you every step of the way.â
He shook his head, finally giving in and laughing along with you. Even when he wanted to act cool, his cute side always seemed to shine through, especially around you. And honestly, you wouldnât have it any other way.
Yang jungwon - ìì€ì
The set was buzzing with activity as the crew scrambled to address the unexpected issue. The scene, where you and Jungwon were supposed to be hiding from a horde of zombies, had taken an unexpected turn. Both of you were covered in fake blood, and in the midst of the suspenseful scene, you found yourselves actually stuck in the cabinet you were supposed to be using for cover.
The initial realization hit you with a rush of panic. Your heart raced, and you could feel the walls of the cramped space closing in. The claustrophobia was starting to overwhelm you, and you took a shaky breath, trying to keep calm.
Jungwon noticed immediately. His hand reached out to yours, offering a comforting squeeze. "Hey, itâs okay. Weâre just temporarily stuck in here. Youâre doing great," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.
Despite the situation, a little chuckle escaped you, and Jungwonâs comforting presence helped ease the tension. "Yeah, just a little unplanned 'close' encounter," you joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Jungwon's eyes sparkled with amusement as he grinned. "I guess weâre really committed to our roles if weâre this immersed in them," he quipped. "If only the zombies could see us now, they'd be laughing too."
Your nervous laughter mingled with Jungwonâs, and the humor of the situation began to replace your anxiety. "At least weâre in this together," you said, giving his hand a grateful squeeze.
"Always," Jungwon replied softly. "We make a great team, on and off screen."
As the crew finally managed to get the cabinet open, freeing both of you from your temporary confinement, you felt a surge of relief. Jungwonâs presence had turned what could have been a terrifying experience into a moment of connection and support. His ability to ease your fears and share a laugh, even in the midst of an intense scene, made you realize that his role in your life extended far beyond that of a co-actor.
Ni- ki -ëšíž
On set, the atmosphere was buzzing with activity as the crew prepared for the next scene. You and Ni-ki, who had a well-known frenemy dynamic off-camera, were getting ready for a scene where you had to act as though you were deeply in love. The role required a lot of emotional intensity, which you both managed to convey convincingly, despite your off-screen rivalry.
As the day progressed, the director gathered everyone for a brief meeting. With a grin on his face, he approached you and Ni-ki, who were standing together in a corner, looking slightly apprehensive.
âHey, you two,â the director began, âI wanted to share some exciting news with you. Weâve been getting a ton of positive feedback about your on-screen chemistry. Fans are raving about how believable and intense your scenes together are.â
You and Ni-ki exchanged a quick, amused glance. Despite your frenemy status, you both knew how to deliver a compelling performance together. The directorâs praise was met with a mixture of surprise and mock disgust.
âSeriously? Us?â you asked, raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk. âI thought we were just good at pretending to be in love.â
âYeah, pretending,â Ni-ki added with a teasing tone. âWe must be really convincing, huh? Maybe itâs our secret talent.â
The director chuckled, nodding. âIt seems like your dynamic really works on screen. People love the way you interact, even if youâre just acting. Itâs great to see that kind of chemistry translate so well.â
You both laughed, leaning into the joke. âWell, if we can fool the fans into thinking weâre madly in love, I guess weâre doing something right,â Ni-ki said, playfully rolling his eyes.
âYeah, but donât get any ideas,â you added with a grin. âWe might be able to act like weâre in love, but off-screen, weâre still frenemies.â
The director smiled, clearly enjoying the playful banter between you two. âKeep up the great work. Itâs making a real impact.â
As the meeting wrapped up, you and Ni-ki exchanged another glance, both of you trying to stifle your laughter. Despite your playful disdain for each other off-camera, it was clear that your on-screen chemistry was hitting all the right notes, much to the delight of your fans.
âGuess weâll just have to keep up the act,â Ni-ki said, shaking his head with a smirk.
âYep, just donât expect me to be all lovey-dovey with you when the cameras arenât rolling,â you replied, chuckling as you both headed back to your respective places on set.
The playful banter and fake disgust were all part of the fun, proving that even frenemies could make a great team when it came to delivering memorable performances.
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Watersplashnet - Gold
A Splash Pad/Splash Park Manufacturer plays a crucial role in the design and development of Splash Pads and Parks. They work with clients to create custom designs that meet their specific needs and requirements, ensuring that the final product is safe, functional, and aesthetically pleasing. These manufacturers have a highly skilled team of aquatic play experts who guide clients through the process of planning, designing, and installing their Splash Pad or Park. Splash park manufacturer are responsible for the manufacturing and installation of Splash Pad/Park equipment. They use high-quality materials to ensure that the equipment is durable, safe, and long-lasting. Leading manufacturers like Empex WatertoysÂź and Rain Deck offer a wide range of commercial splash pads and spray park products that are designed to deliver a twist of watery fun for kids of all ages. Proper installation of the equipment is critical to ensuring the safety and longevity of the Splash Pad or Park. Maintenance and upkeep of Splash Pad/Park structures is also an important responsibility of Splash Pad/Park Manufacturers. Regular maintenance is essential to ensure that the equipment remains safe, functional, and attractive. Proper maintenance can also help reduce long-term costs associated with repairs and replacements. Manufacturers may offer maintenance services or provide clients with guidance on how to properly maintain their Splash pad or Park. Overall, Splash Pad/Splash Park Manufacturers play a vital role in bringing water play fun to communities and ensuring the safety and longevity of these popular recreational spaces.
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Does Brooklyn Bridge Park Have Any Family Friendly Amenities or Play Areas?
Brooklyn Bridge Park, nestled along the East River with stunning views of the Manhattan skyline and the iconic Brooklyn Bridge, is not only a picturesque destination for adults but also a haven for families seeking recreation and relaxation. As one of New York City's most beloved waterfront parks, it boasts an array of family-friendly amenities and play areas that make it a perfect spot for parents and children alike.
Playgrounds:
One of the standout features of Brooklyn Bridge Park is its well-designed and diverse playgrounds. The park offers several playgrounds tailored to different age groups, ensuring that children of all ages have a safe and enjoyable place to play. The Main Street Playground, for instance, is equipped with state-of-the-art play structures, swings, and climbing equipment that cater to both toddlers and older kids. The imaginative designs and incorporation of natural elements make these play areas not only entertaining but also stimulating for young minds.
Water Features:
For those hot summer days, Brooklyn Bridge Park provides refreshing water features that are perfect for family fun. The Water Lab, located at Pier 6, offers a dynamic water play space with various jets, sprinklers, and fountains. Children can splash around, cool off, and engage in water play, creating a delightful and memorable experience for families visiting the park. It's important to note that the Water Lab typically operates seasonally, so visitors should check the park's schedule for availability.
Sports Facilities:
Families who enjoy sports will find Brooklyn Bridge Park to be a fantastic destination. With multiple sports fields, including soccer, basketball, and volleyball courts, there are ample opportunities for friendly matches and sports activities. These facilities cater to a range of age groups and skill levels, encouraging families to engage in physical activities together.
Picnic Areas and Food Options:
Creating a perfect family day out involves more than just play areas. Brooklyn Bridge Park provides numerous designated picnic areas equipped with tables and benches, allowing families to bring their own meals or purchase food from nearby vendors. The park also hosts a variety of food concessions, ensuring that families have convenient access to refreshments while enjoying the scenic surroundings.
Events and Programming:
Brooklyn Bridge Park regularly hosts family-friendly events and programming throughout the year. From outdoor movie nights to concerts and educational workshops, there's always something exciting happening in the park. Families can check the park's official website or event calendar to stay informed about upcoming activities suitable for all ages.
Conclusion:
Brooklyn Bridge Park stands out as a premier destination for families in New York City, offering a wealth of family-friendly amenities and play areas. From thoughtfully designed playgrounds to water features, sports facilities, and engaging events, the park provides an ideal setting for families to bond, play, and create lasting memories against the backdrop of the city's skyline and the iconic Brooklyn Bridge. Whether you're a local resident or a visitor, Brooklyn Bridge Park is a must-visit destination for families seeking a delightful and enriching experience.
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How Water Shooters Enhance Playtime at Splash Pads
In the past few years, the definition of fun has changed by leaps and bounds for commercial builders. Whether you want something for your community, or are building a commercial splash pad, adding features for interactive play is the key. Among different features that improve the charm of spray pads, water shooters definitely top the list. They donât cost a fortune, they are one of those splash pad features thatâs extensively loved by everyone, and the best part is you can integrate them anywhere without any space constraints. Donât believe us? Well, hereâs how water shooters enhance playtime at splash pads.Â
Promoting Active Engagement
When you plan a water playground, what do you want? Kids zooming around, giggling, and getting drenched while the adults are having fun, right? Well, having a splash pad with water shooters can do it for you! Instead of staring at computer screens, these bad boys get the muscles moving. It's like a mini workout disguised as fun! And while they are busy having a blast, they are also fine-tuning their coordination and balance. Who knew staying active could be this cool?
More Social Interaction
Have you ever seen a water battle going down at a splash pad? If the answer is yes, you probably already know, that itâs like a scene straight out of an action movie! Water shooters aren't just for solo missions; they are all about teamwork and camaraderie. Whether it's teaming up to hit targets or engaging in friendly water duels, these nifty gadgets bring kids together like nothing else. And hey, sharing a laugh and diving into splash pads with water shooters builds friendships that last a lifetime!
Stimulating Imaginative Play
Prepare to enter a world of make-believe, where anything is possible! With water shooters in hand, kids transform into fearless pirates defending their ships or brave firefighters battling imaginary flames. It's a creativity explosion! And the best part? This imaginative play isn't just for kicks â it's a brain-boosting adventure that hones problem-solving skills and fuels storytelling dreams.
Refreshing Relief
When the sun's blazing hot, water shooters are your ticket to cool, refreshing fun! As kids splash and play, they donât just have the time of their lives; they also stay hydrated and beat the heat like champs. Bid adieu to sweaty afternoons and hello to endless hours of refreshing relief because splash pads with water shooters are designed to do so.Â
The Bottom Line
Gone are the days when you had to find the right supplier for water shooters in your nearest brick-and-mortar location. Now, depending on your budget, the theme and idea of the spray park, and of course, your space constraints and audience demands, you can get interactive water play features online at Empex WatertoysÂź. No matter if you are setting up a large-scale water playground, or a small one just for recreational purposes, you can always get interactive water features from us and set up your spray park without any hiccups.Â
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Imagine Miguel Feeling Guilty For Accidentally Scratching You
Miguel âSpider-Man 2099âł OâHara X FemReader
Rating: T+
Warnings: Blood, Miguel has nightmares, suggestive themes, slightly spoiler-y, steamy
Word Count: 1k
(A/N:) I wasnât expecting to go see Spider-Man Across the Spider-Verse and leaving with a new crush. But here we are and I could not NOT write something for Miguel. Yep count me amongst the fangirls. So here is my offering to this specimen of a Spider-Man (Iâm pretty sure itâs the fangs and claws. Iâm a sucker for those not gonna even lie.). Hope the rest of the fangirls enjoy it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess
Mild Spoilers Below for Spider-Man Across the Spider-Verse
Miguelâs story broke your heart the first time he had finally opened up and told you. Itâs what broke the ice that remained between you both and let your relationship move a little further along. Deep down you knew you could never replace the family he once had and you never wanted to. But you did want to help him through the pain and find joy once again. Though life brought bitterness there was light in every situation. You wanted to be that light for Miguel.Â
You stroked your fingers through his hair as Miguel let himself be lulled into sleep. Heâd been restless here lately and he couldnât sleep well. He put so much pressure upon himself that you were afraid it would drive him mad. The exhaustion wasnât helping him either as the bags under his eyes only deepened. Plagued by nightmares, you had to beg for Miguel to try and get some rest. He finally; but begrudgingly, gave in and now he found himself wrapped up in your warmth floating away as sleep began to drag him under. You continued to stroke his hair, until you too fell asleep.
Miguel felt himself in a familiar place, his family playing and laughing in the park he brought them to regularly. His daughter scampering around, her giggles echoing in the air. He turned around, taking it all in when the world shattered around him with the sound of screams. Blood splashed the playground equipment and once again his family was gone. He held the lifeless form of his little girl, screaming his pain and anguish to the darkening sky.
Miguel thrashed, waking you from your slumber. His claws and fangs glinting in the moonlight. Without thinking of your own safety you grabbed onto the struggling man. Pressing him tightly into your chest and calling out his name.
âMiguel,â you called while tears trailed down your cheeks. âPlease wake up itâs a dream!â
He snarled before jolting awake, finding you in the darkness. With his cheek pressed against your breast, his chest heaved as his sweat soaked into your shirt. Though he couldnât see your face he could smell the salty tears of your grief in the air.
âIâm alright now,â he grunted trying to pull away but you wouldnât allow him.
âStop for a minute,â you ordered. âJust relax and then Iâll let you go.â
He gave in, letting himself lay in your arms while listening to your steady heartbeat. With your soothing pulse, he began to calm down. When you were finally satisfied you loosened your hold. Miguel couldnât see your face, but the tension was evident in the stiffness of your body.
âBad dream,â he said before reaching for the lamp.Â
You grabbed his hand, stopping him from turning on the light. If he saw what he had done to your cheek, it would only make the situation worse.
âWhatâs wrong,â he asked while trying to free himself from your grasp.
âWe donât need the light on,â you replied. âJust try to go back to sleep. Youâre exhausted Miguel.â
âI canât right now, just let me turn the light on.â
You still held tightly, causing a slight twinge of annoyance to shoot through Miguel, until he scented a twinge of blood in the air. The metallic tang was unmistakable and his heart sank. Using his strength he ripped away from your grip and switched on the lamp. The light revealing what you didnât want him to see. Your cheek had three slices in the skin, the wounds dribbling blood. Though not life threatening, Miguel felt guilt crushing him. He never wanted to hurt you with his powers and he feared he had just scarred you because he couldnât control his mind. Reaching up he smeared away the crimson, only streaking it worse on your beautiful skin.
âWhy didnât you tell me,â Miguel growled the rage at himself barely contained.
âCause I knew you would torture yourself with guilt,â you sighed.
âIâm a monster.â
You sighed again, âHere we go again. You are not a monster.â
You cupped his cheeks, making Miguel look you in the eye. His eyes darted from yours back to the wounds he caused, still dripping blood.
âYou are my handsome Miguel OâHara and these,â you pointed to your face, âwill heal. Stop beating yourself up and get some rest youâre going to kill yourself if you donât.â
He finally relented knowing that you were right. He was tired of feeling so burdened and weighed down by his failures. He removed the distance between you both and captured your lips with his. You melted against him, his large arms encircling your figure, letting him press you against him. Miguel grew desperate at your taste as he couldnât get enough. His fangs elongated in his excitement, eyes drawn towards your wound once more. You were about to tell him forget it when his tongue darted out quickly, lapping at your blood. You shivered at the caress of his tongue against the skin of your cheek. But with his help the blood finally stopped.Â
Before you could thank him, Miguel captured your mouth once again. Letting himself fall into the trance that only you could bring. He moaned laying you back down without breaking apart from you. You held tightly, letting him do whatever he needed to ease himself back down. You buried your fingers in his thick hair, scratching at his scalp. Miguel deserved so much love as he had lost so much and you wanted to be that person for him. You kissed him back, not wanting him to do all the work until once again he was satisfied. Without a word he collapsed back on his side of the bed, his chest heaving. You nuzzled in closer, laying your head on his bare chest. Your body heat and gentle touches finally had Miguel falling back into sleep. The only difference this time was the nightmares left him alone this time, letting him get the much needed sleep he needed.Â
#Miguel O'Hara X Reader#Miguel O'Hara / Reader#Miguel O'Hara#Spider-Man 2099#Spider-Man Across The Spider-Verse#Miguel O'Hara Imagine#Imagine#Not My Gif#My Writing
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BoyNextDoor Park Dates
Pairing: bf!boynextdoor x gn!reader
Genre: fluff so much fluff
Warnings: n/a
Jaehyun ìŹí
you guys watch the clouds together
you point out all of the characters and shapes you see to each other
so much giggling (jaehyun is silly)
arguing over how one cloud looks like 2 different things
he is not going down without a fight
jaehyun definitely puts his arm under your head and around your shoulder, with the other arm under his own head
so comfy that he falls asleep at one point
laying your head on his chest>>>
you cover him from the sun when it gets a little brighter
(how you cover him is up to your imagination)
you end up falling asleep too
you wake up to jaehyun playing with your hair
you stretch and almost smack him (that nap was TOO good)
the both of you stay out until itâs starts to rain
he walks you home with his umbrella over the both of you
you stop to splash in puddles together
sweet kisses goodbye đ (but not before you send him off with a blanket or an extra hoodie of his that you stole)
rest of the members under the cut!
Sungho ì±íž
to start off, the both of you go biking together <3
you attempt to ride his bike, but the wheels are too big
you race each other to the park
at the park, y'all have an art date !!!!
either you paint and show each other at the end
or you switch canvases every 30 minutes
mischievously swiping a little paint on each otherâs face
soft kisses to get more paint on each other
he brings an extra canvas to make something special together
he tells you to put paint on your hand and youâre like ????? until you Realize and youâre like omg âșïžâșïžâșïž thatâs so cute đ„°đ„°
you pick each otherâs fave color and place your hands next to one anotherâs on the canvas
you make characters out of the handprints
playing on the park equipment while you wait for the canvases to dry
you guys set the canvases in a tree for safe keeping đ€
he takes tons of photos
and he walks you home after getting lunch together at a local cafe
Riwoo 늏ì°
a walk in the park
itâs the perfect date for him because itâs chill yet romantic
i can see it being either early morning or late at night
you and riwoo shyly hold hands the whole time
walking slowly, savoring every moment together đ„°đ„°
he picks flowers in your fave color to tuck behind your ear
okay but putting a flower behind someoneâs ear is SO intimate for no reason
gently tucking your hair before he places the flowers behind your ear
staring into each otherâs wide eyes and blushing
dancing and being silly along the walking trail
heâd hum music for you which slowly progresses into the two of you singing together
picking more flowers together !!!!
stopping to play at the park before he takes you home
he kisses your cheek before leaving đ„°đ©·
Taesan íì°
with taesan itâs just vibes
taesan picks out the music (which you donât mind because his music taste>>)
you share earphones đ„°
you and taesan feed the ducks that are walking around
looking at the scenery around you and talking
you guys point out little animals that remind you of each other
there's a farmerâs market nearby so you both go
taking your time and stopping when something catches your eye
taesan sticks close to your side, keeping you out of harms way and minimizing the people you bump into
he buys a little something for y'all to snack on
you guys return to the park with fruits from the market
you share them as you lazily swing
(taesan let's you eat the majority)
he plays music on the speaker he brought
you guys play on the swings, the slide, and the spinners
when the fun has to end, he walks you home
he lends you his headphones to show you more music on the way home
at your door, you give him a quick peck on the cheek before putting his headphones on his head and hugging him super tight
he blushes and melts into the hug
(itâll have him daydreaming the whole way home)
Leehan ìŽí
a cute picnic date
you know the fruit bowl with gummies and cider?
y'all do that but there's a Lot of gummies
(leehan eats them all)
feeding each other the leftover gummies !!!
the sandwiches are so yummy because leehan made them
after finishing up lunch, i can definitely see him taking you to a nearby river to cool down
you guys lay by the riverbank and watch the fish swim by
he teaches you different kinds of fish that swim by
you splash each other playfully
you guys go up a hill to watch the sunset and enjoy the breeze
you stare at each other for a little because you both think that the other is the prettiest thing youâve ever seen
i think leehan would definitely tuck your hair behind your ear and smile softly at you
you vent to him while braiding his hair
he listens carefully before giving you advice
you both watch the rest of the sunset and talk about how pretty the colors are (but he thinks youâre prettier)
you exchange a gentle kiss before packing up and walking to your house
when you arrive, he lets you take the rest of the leftovers
he squeezes you tightly and plants a kiss in your hair before going home
Woonhak ìŽí
if it's after school, y'all do homework together
you help each other out and sometimes share answers
if it's on the weekend, then you play basketball together
yâall play a round of HORSE
maybe 1v1, first to 10
you do not mimic his shots accurately at ALL
but even if you aren't the best player, it's okay
hak just appreciates you being there with him
he loves that youâre taking the time to learn what he enjoys doing
he might even give you some lessons
âthis oneâs for you!â and he actually makes it because heâs woonhak
once y'all get tired, it's off to the convenience store to get food
so many snacks on top of your favorite ramen
playfully arguing about who pays
you guys share the food, occasionally feeding each other a chip
then you go back to his house to study for the upcoming exam
when heâs done, he starts working on music
he has you sing some things for him to sample
when you guys finish up, he walks you home
when you get to your house, he makes sure to greet your parents
hugs both you and your parents before going back to his house
#boynextdoor#myung jaehyun#park sungho#riwoo#taesan#leehan#woonhak#bnd sungho#bnd taesan#bnd jaehyun#bnd scenarios#bnd#bnd fluff#bnd imagines#bnd leehan#bnd riwoo#bnd woonhak#kpop#kpop imagines#kpop headcanons#kpop fluff#jaehyun fluff#sungho fluff#riwoo fluff#leehan fluff#woonhak fluff#taesan fluff#bonedo#kpop x gender neutral reader#kpop x poc reader
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A BTAS style title card for the DP reboot/au that lives in my head rent free
if I were in charge of a DP animation reboot and I had an unlimited budget, I would make significant and meaningful style changes. The basic change: everything that happens in the 'human world' would be black and white, and only the ghosts would be in color.
for more details, keep reading!
I've been calling it the "Pleasantville AU" in my head, though it's really not an AU as much as a lore-relevant stylistic overhaul reboot.
Humans and everything in the human world is black and white; ghosts are full technicolor
Danny, as a halfa, is still mostly black and white, but his eyes are green and his skin is. Skin colored idk. (Also black sclera because it's cool shh this is my fantasy reboot au)
The more powerful a ghost is, the more colorful it is. Moreover, the most powerful ghosts are capable of changing their coloration to "hide" in the human realm
Humans can't see colors well, and most recording equipment can't "capture" the image of a ghost well. You need special equipment to see them clearly and special cameras to photograph them
Places where ghosts have had a prolonged presence or big impact start to "bleed" colors. If you get wounded by the ghost, you get splashed with color (will fade to white "if you take care of it")
The Guys In White find these colorful, ghost-touched areas and "clean"/bleach them
The longer Danny hides, the more his presence in Amity Park starts to affect things
I didn't love the "Sam is responsible for Danny getting ghost powers" storyline in the OG, so in the reboot Danny was alone when he had his accident and he didn't tell anyone. He thinks he's a straight up ghost/is becoming a ghost and will eventually become evil (in this au becoming a ghost is thought to be a long term process a la vampirism. This isn't actually the case but I love "bad scientist Fentons" so that's their prevailing theory)
(He'll tell them eventually but I love identity shenanigans so I think it's more interesting if he hides it from them for a bit while also interacting with them as Phantom on occasion)
Oh yeah, because Phantom is mostly black and white, he's the first ghost that a lot of people are able to see.
His coloration is the driving force for the Fentons to declare him "the worst ghost", because they accuse him of trying to pretend to be human.
His coloration is a big reason why other ghosts dislike/distrust him, too, because he looks too human
The Vlad is a halfa reveal happens way later and way differently in this reboot; Danny meets him and knows he's "ecto-touched", but the Vlad = Plasmius moment would have more impact if Danny has had interactions with Vlad before, imo. Anyway I have Plans(TM) for Vlad but I'll leave it at that for nowđ
#danny phantom#dp#danny fenton#dp fanart#cielle's art#pleasantville au#the title card is Danny getting blasted by the portal opening and gaining technicolor#I have a three page outline now and this idea is going to haunt me fr
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Coming Home
Hello Lovelies! Thank y'all so much for the support and love the past day! I have decided to write a little quick Folio Fic! Hope you enjoy!
18+ warning
CW: [implied unprotected p in v but no descriptive details, drinking, fluffy fluff, smooching, longing]
It started like any other day when Folio was home, a quick morning text letting you know he was finally home after a long touring schedule. Not only was Nick your best friend, but you lived in the same rural neighborhood. You spent your summer days riding bikes throughout the twists and turns of neighboring streets. You spent the evenings watching Folio play drums in local bands in concrete basements, ears ringing for days afterwards. Winters were spent surrounding bonfires, wrapped in blankets and reliving old times together.
One by one each friend left your hometown but Folio stayed, except when it came to touring, recording, and anything else Bad Omens. So when the opportunity came to spend time with him, you always jumped on it.
And what did he want to do? Go fish...
Equipped with fishing poles, his dad's truck, and a cooler full of Natty Boh's, Folio arrived bright and early like he said he would.
The river was a short drive from your neighborhood. You sat in the passenger seat while Folio took all the familiar turns. At the end of a long road, that had since turned into dirt from asphalt, Folio pulled to the side. The sound of the parking break indicated it was time to gear up. You opened the familiar creaking door, moving to the now open truck bed. You reluctantly accepted the wader pants, earning a small chuckle from Folio's lips.
"The last time you complained about the leeches for hours, y/n," Folio said looking down at the pants then into your eyes.
You practically melted at his chocolate brown eyes, nodding your head as you begun pulling the waders over your leggings.
Once geared up you both trekked through the woods on a barely-there path, but you both knew exactly where you were going. At the rivers edge, you cracked open a beer, prepared your fishing poles, and waded out into the flowing river.
"I reckon I'll catch the biggest fish this time," You teased as you both cast out your lures. Folio chose a simple blue spinner lure, while you opted for a rainbow jerkbait.
Hours passed by as you both cast out lines, reeled in, and repeated. A few small bluefish made their ways onto your hooks, nothing noteworthy. The trout Folio caught was small and did not meet regulation to keep.
Despite the lack of fish, you both had fun. You earned a few splashes from Folio when you cast your line too close to his, he didn't want you to steal his prize fish. You splashed him when his back turned to you, earning a scold from him that you 'scared the fish away' when his line came up empty once again.
After another hour or so more, you both waded your way to shore to sit on the bank and drink a few beers. The sun had begun to set casting deep shadows from the trees. You both sat silently, enjoying each other's company. Every so often you caught Folio's eyes light up when looking at you, earning a shy smile and blush as he quickly looked away. It all just felt right. You loved his goofy smile, the way his face was so expressive even in simple moments like this.
When dusk settled, you both packed up your gear walking back to the truck. In the cover of the trees it was almost impossible not to trip over fallen branches and tree roots. When you made it back to the truck it took all but a few minutes to wiggle out of the waders. Although, Folio caught you when you tripped taking your left foot out. You caught his gaze, mere inches from his beautiful face. His eyes now as dark as the night creeping its way in. His nose ring catching the last light that was left behind.
Then his lips crashed into yours, it was slow but hungry. It started as just lips, and then teeth, and then tongue. The kiss grew urgent, hungry. Your body electrified, it had been so long since you imagined what it would be like to be Folio's. You gave up on that idea long ago when Folio wanted to pursue his dreams.
One shirt came off, then another, one bra, then pants were on the ground. You both had made your way into the backseat of the truck driven by a string you both knew was there. Folio took his time, sneaking glances into your eyes to make sure every move he made was ok, was right.
Fingers snaked under the bands of underwear, both cast aside somewhere in the front seat of the truck. The windows had begun to fog from the pure ecstasy of two friends exploring the deepest parts of themselves for the first time.
The silent night was filled with breathless moans; small gasps when the right spot was found. Pleasure was building slowly, powerfully running between the two of you. And then it was over as fast as it had started, ending in small screams of the others' names. You both clothed quickly, knowing you had already missed the opportunity to eat a hot dinner around your dining table.
Folio drove home, taking the familiar turns once more before pulling in front of your house. Lights illuminated his eyes, which you caught one more time before opening the door and going home.
If you had looked back, you would have noticed Folio's stare lingered on the back of your head for a moment too long. He wanted to say something, but he knew it wasn't the right time.
He would always come home.
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Hope you enjoyed :)
#nick folio#nick folio fanfiction#nick folio x reader#noah sebastian#jolly karlsson#nicholas ruffilo#bad omens
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WIP Wednesday
I was tagged by @violetfairydust and @endwersed like 2 weeks ago, but I had a lot of art due, so my writing wips were the last thing on my mind, lol
This is from a wholesome little unnamed one shot that I've been working on with a meet cute between Single Parent!Stiles and Single Parent!Derek at the park.
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This summer was going to be a rough one, Stiles could tell already.
It was the first week of summer break, and it just so happened to fall on Stilesâ week with his daughter.
Planning for a day at the park as a parent never failed to surprise Stiles in how complicated it was. As a kid, he never would have guessed how much went into it.
Packing everything into his folding wagon, he went through his mental checklist: towel, change of clothes, water bottles, lunch, popsicles, sunscreen, and a folding chair (because heâd long since learned the hard way that most parks simply donât have enough benches).
âI want to pull the wagon, daddy!â Emma insisted in that adorable little voice of hers.
âI think it might be a little heavy. How about we pull it together?â Stiles suggested.
She happily replied, âOkay, daddy!â
Together, they pulled the wagon across the parking lot and towards the playground.
To beat the heat, Stiles figured heâd bring Emma to the new park that had just been built while he was gone. They had demolished the creepy, abandoned building Beacon Hills claimed as a community center and the rickety playground equipment Stiles used to risk his life playing on when he was a kid. In its place was a large, colorful playground themed around the preserveâs wilderness with the different sized play structures making the playground as a whole look like a fun version of Robinson Crusoeâs campsite, complete with fake logs and tree stumps fashioned into a balancing obstacle course and statues of cute woodland creatures for the kids to climb on. The whole area was on that nice springy rubber base that many kidsâ playgrounds seemed to have now.
Right next to it was an open splash pad that allowed kids to run between the two as they wished. It was just large enough to not feel cramped with all of the kids playing, but small enough that Stiles could sit anywhere around it and not feel like heâs a world away from her if sheâs on the other side of the splash pad.
Between the two, creating a nice triangle of active play areas, was a large, old tree with a huge, handicapped accessible treehouse with a maze of zig zagging ramps the kids loved to race up and down on. Near the top, was a hammock between several large limbs created from industrial strength cables and ropes.
Today, however, the path they would normally use to get directly to the splash pad was blocked by a brightly colored mobile library.
âDaddy, can we get a book?â Emma asked, letting go of the wagon and running in front of Stiles to excitedly jump up and down while pointing.
âEm, didnât you just get some books from the library last week?â He said patiently. âYour mom said you even packed them in your bag to bring to my house.â
âYeah, but it wasnât this library!â she replied with the most dramatic eye roll. âThis is in a bus!â
Looking at the mobile library, Beacon County Library logo printed on its side in a bright blue, Stiles thought back to when he was a kid and how he would have felt about it before giving an answer. Being honest with himself, Stiles acknowledged that this would have been the greatest thing ever when he was little, too.
âFine,â Stiles conceded with a sigh. âWeâll go after we find a spot for our stuff, but Iâm only agreeing to ONE book for you. One!â he reiterated with a finger up to nail his point down.
Emma cheered.
He shook his head and smiled at her before turning to pull the wagon between the playground structures to take the slightly longer way to the splash pad.
Stiles had thought that showing up to the park around ten in the morning was a great idea, and that it wouldnât be packed, that there wouldnât be as many people.
He was wrong.
Every single bench in the shade was occupied. There were half a dozen different colored umbrellas lining the edge of the splash pad, and Stiles was hoping to get a seat at one of the benches with a view of the playground and treehouse as well, so he could have a set spot for all of their belongings while Emma played.
Well, at least Stiles was in the habit of bringing his chair as a just in case.
He looked around for a spot of shade he could sneak into. Unfortunately, at this time of day, the treehouse tree did not leave shade on the splash pad side of it. If he set up in its current shady spot, Stiles would only be able to see part of the playground and almost none of the splash pad.
Thatâs no good.
Maybe Stiles could set up near one of the umbrellas, close enough for his chair and the cooler to be under the shade, but not all up in someone elseâs business.
Most of the umbrellas seemed to have a whole group of peopleâs worth of stuff. Multiple parents huddled under the bench with several bags spread on the ground around them.
Except one.
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Low pressure tagging: @renmackree, @dear-massacre, @hedwig221b, @triskhellion, and anyone else that wants to
#wip wednesday#mywriting#sterek#stiles stilinski#single parent stiles stilinski#single parent derek hale
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wow I totally forgot to post the fantastic dream i had this morning. I was having a really good Sparks dream and then got a phonecall from my aunt telling me extended family were coming over and being the only person home i needed to be the host, so it ended possibly before it ever even got to the meat and potatoes. but as it was...
I was with my family in our old family van, which is technically my car now, but back then it was the family van. anyway, here comes a recurring theme from many past Sparks dreams: the boys were set to play a venue close to my old hometown, so we needed to give them a lift for some reason, although I guess Russell already got to the venue so Ron was riding with us.
We got tremendously lost. I meant to tell my mom to circle around to a different parking lot to redirect us and instead we drove to like...a whale exhibit (?) and the whales were huge and splashing overhead with no glass or anything while we walked up a ramp to get to the next part of town. didn't make much sense but ron liked the whales. It was really surreal seeing him just sitting upright in a carseat i'd sat in many times, completely blasé to the whole situation as if he were just a random man we picked off the street. i always look at him then look away quickly in my dreams. he would sometimes reply to situations in a very drab and matter of fact way that we found amusing.
anyway, guess what our mystery venue was? my childhood church, although as is typically the case in dreams, it looked nothing like the real thing, yet by dream logic nothing seemed different. Russell plus the band's entourage were there setting up equipment, i think russell was kind of like "what took you so long?" as there were a lot of mishaps along the way (including us accidentally hitting a kid on his bike while parking but don't worry he was fine). I asked ron if he ever considered reversing their roles and doing the singing while russell played the keyboards. he said he could probably sing but russell only knows how to play one note on the keyboard. they both snickered at this. I do not know what this means.
in the church auditorium with my family + the audience, there was an opening act of a magic show that involved. eggs? it went on for too long and impressed nobody. And then there was like...a free-for-all act where we voted on Simpsons characters. I don't know either. this briefly fused into a family guy segment before we were like "its 11pm can we please get Sparks onstage" so we did. but i don't remember anything about the show and i'm not even sure there was a show, because for all the talk of playing and equipment, apparently tonight's event that we reserved tickets for was actually the premiere of a brand new sparks BIOPIC.
it opened with 70s-esque footage of a teenage girl talking into the camera from her bedroom reminiscing about the band from her perspective until "amateur hour" kicks in and pretty decent-looking actors portraying the boys are shown playing onstage during the 70s. i'm thinking, this is pretty cool, i always wondered if a movie like this would happen. and then...
through some sort of stylized shot transition, the band are being played by kittens, singing and prancing around onstage. russell doing all his usual movements but in feline form. Haha what a funny and oddly stylish bit, i'm thinking to myself. what a fun way of depicting their personalities. but it just...continues like that? punk russell in 1976 singing "i wanna be like everybody else" while twirling around with the microphone but as a kitten, thrashing about? everyone is laughing. it's so good.
the movie truly does continue on in this fashion yet for as confounding as its sudden shift in direction is, we become oddly immersed in its storytelling enough not to even notice the boys are still being played by kittens, in a stroke of auteuristic magic a la todd haynes' superstar: the karen carpenter story. a sequence depicting "girl chasing" in their younger years in the form of kittens climbing onto the legs of girls who are walking away from them up some stairs while they mew desperately has the audience both cackling and aww'ing. another scene that stands out is a roadie saying "you guys don't eat enough!" and putting both ron and russell kittens in a bowl of mashed potatoes and gravy.
I was under the impression ron and russ were really proud of the film and likely had direct involvement themselves, but had kept it so tightly under wraps that no one knew what was coming. I wish I could tell you more but then i got that phonecall.
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