#t.v pals

[oh-bother-stickers]

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: let's misbehave—cole porter and others

↳ notes: the fact i don't even care for the show and this is my second fic. save me alastor. save me.

masterlist | commissions | carrd

• It had been something of a shock when you found out that the giant joke of a hotel up the street was housing one of your oldest friends

• Alastor and you had run into each other during one of his first years in hell. A time when people still felt brave enough to point and laugh at him on the street without fear of being slaughtered

• You weren’t anything important at the time. Not an overlord or anything of the sort; just a regular sinner that died unexpectedly ended up face first on the concrete. Nothing to bat an eye at, really

• But for some reason, Alastor had been curtious to you all the same. Maybe it was the apologetic tip of your head you offered after accidentally running into him, or perhaps something else. Whatever it may be, the two of you wasted no time becoming fast friends. As long as you didn't mind the gore or screams of terror that is.

• And decades later, there you were, knocking slowly on a grand front door to pay him a long overdue visit

• Charlie and the rest of the hotel guests had been positively floored when you showed up in modern clothes and an easy-going ‘hello’, looking nothing like any friend of the Radio Demon

• “There has to be something wrong with you!” Angel Dust exclaimed, peering down at you in a stripped pink suit as he stood slack jawed. “No way Al has a normal friend. I mean none of us do either, but Alastor??”

• You think they were just shocked that Alastor had a friend outside of other overlords. And one he wasn’t using to make a deal with, nonetheless

• Husk and Nifty were the only ones that seemed unaffected by you. Not surprising, considering that you had met them both on separate occasions

• It only took one look from Husk behind his bar before was hopping out of the booth, mumbling to you that he would go get his boss. You just chuckled as he left

• Alastor was quick to materialize from behind you mere seconds later, wearing one of his larger smiles

• “My old pal! Oh how wonderful it is to see you again! It has been too long, I must say. Too long indeed!” The powerful demon laughed good naturedly . He held a hand out to you, and shook your arm with vigor as you returned the notion

• “Good to hear your voice again.” You said honestly, and smiled slightly at the familiar static pouring from his speech. He always has a way with words. “But really Alastor. Redemption? What are you up to this time.”

• “Hah! You know me too well, my dear.” He smiled deviously, twirling his staff from hand to hand as Charlie’s expression formed an offended pout behind him. You ignored it in favor of laughing with Alastor

• The demon wasted no time ushering you around the hotel for a good old fashioned walk-and-talk. It had been so long since he had last truly seen you, and there was just so much to catch up on! Of course, his events were a bit more exciting, so to speak, than yours, but the point still stands

• “— and oh how absolutely wondrous her screams were!” He cooed to himself, curling a clawed hand around the top of his staff in mirth

• “Alastor, you know how much I love your storytelling," You hummed slowly. "But mind telling me a bit about this hotel instead? Like what exactly you're doing here?”

• “Oh right! Of course!" He cleared his throat. "It all started when I saw this horrendous advertisement in one of those blasted T.V windows —"

• "Hey!"

• Judging from the shocked gasp that could be heard from behind you, Charlie didn’t take that too well

• More visits were made to Hazbin Hotel over the coming months. The more you came, the longer you stayed. Sometimes, you would just listen in on Alastor’s broadcasts like old times, or take to sitting at the bar as everyone else ran around like their heads were on fire

• Which happened more than you'd like to admit

• In the meantime, you became acquainted with all types of new faces; from a trio of bizarre eggs to the lord of hell himself

• Alastor had been very cagey that day.

• "Great to meet you, sir. Charlie’s talked about you before, and it's very nice to put a face to the name." You said politely while taking one of Lucifer's hands in both of yours to shake it. He just grinned uncontrollably response and made star eyes at the thought of his daughter mentioning him

• "Alright I think that's enough for introductions!" An irritated voice rang from beside you, practically overflowing with an aggressive amount of static

• "Oh shut up Alastor. I'm shaking the king of hell's hand. Let me have this."

[unaturalhistory]

My 90's selection! :

Treponem Pal – Excess & Overdrive

OOMPH! – Unrein

Neurosis – Times Of Grace

Ministry – ΚΕΦΑΛΗΞΘ

Skinny Puppy – The Process

Tool – Ænima

Fear Factory – Demanufacture

Godflesh – Songs Of Love And Hate

The Young Gods – T.V. Sky

KMFDM – Nihil

[hunnitastic]

💔It Should Be Me💔

~♡ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶♡~

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||Hello! I wanted to show off a preview for my new Welcome Home fanfic! The full story will only be posted on ao3 but, I will be posting updates on here as well! I hope you enjoy a little sneak peek!||

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(Art by @/partycoffin)

Third person p.o.v

Life was never perfect. It can be cruel and taunting sometimes. There are days were you never wanted to roll out of bed and go about your day. To just stay inside and isolate yourself from the world. To be alone with your thoughts. Sheltered by your dark conflicting emotions teasing you.

You sat on your bed, knees brought up to your chest. Hair messily done and face streaked with tear stains. You stayed like this from the morning till later afternoon. Ignoring the calls and multiple spamming of text messaged from your phone. You sat silent, listening to the ticking of your wall clock and the sounds that poured from the crack of your window. Shivering at the cool breeze that snuck its way inside.

What was it that made you lock yourself up like this you ask. Well, for that, we'd have to go back to 2 years ago...

Where everything was perfectly bliss for you.

(2 YEARS AGO)

It was cool Monday morning. You groggily rolled out of bed smacking the snooze button of your alarm clock. You stretch and let out a loud yawn while scratching your back. You looked at the time. You had 2 hours to yourself before you had to get ready for work. You walked out of your bedroom and straight to the kitchen were you prepared to make yourself a cup of plain coffee. You turned on the t.v in your living room for background noise as you made yourself some toasted frozen waffles for breakfast. You hummed taking in the bitter aroma of fresh coffee and toasted waffles.

You sat down at your kitchen tables and pulled out your phone scrolling through your unread messages. After responding you glanced up at a portrait that hung up on your wall. A smile making its way to your face. It was a group photo of you and your friends at your high-school graduation. Your group has been together since elementary. And you were glad to have met every single one of them.

First There was your best gal pal Julie. She was the biggest sweetheart you have ever met. She would invite you to every birthday party and sleepover or even invite you to just go over to her house and play some games and watch movies. You couldn't count how many times you played barbie with her. You would have lost track.

Next there was your best bud Barnaby. Barnaby was always there for you whenever you struggled with your confidence. Whether it be at p.e or during school projects. He would always pair up with you to make you feel more comfortable.

Then there was Sally. The brightest person you ever met. She was the first person who befriended you when you joined theater for the first time. Her upbeat energy and positive would always lift up your mood whenever you felt out of place.

There's also frank. You always called frank the know-it-all of the group. You became friends with him when he was being bullied on the school playground and you came to his aid and scared the bullies away. Once you both entered middle school frank was always your go to for any kinds of homework you struggled with. He would always host study sessions at his house. Frank was your special study buddy.

There is also poppy! You always saw her as the mother of the group. She would always worry whenever you would play dangerous games or run around too fast. She would always care bandages in her backpack whenever you fell. She was a bit of a worry-wart but you knew she always meant well. She was there for you during your hard times in high-school whenever your mother was too busy to be with you.

Up next was Howdy! Just like poppy he was kind of like the father of the group. He would scold you, Julie and barnaby for playing too many pranks in class or fooling around too much while playing outside. He would always clean up your messes even though he never had to. You were so greatful to have met someone as kind as howdy.

Next in line was Eddie! You met eddie when he first transfered to your elementary school. He was sitting by himself working on some arts and crafts. And so you joined him to color! Ever since then whenever you had an art project you always went to Eddie for help or advice. Of course Eddie was also a bit clumsy so whenever you would play he was the one who would always fall down the most. You loved playing and coloring with eddie. 

And last...was Wally...your precious best friend Wally Darling. You've known wally since you were practically in diapers. You were the closest childhood friends of the group. Anytime you walked to and from school wally would always join you. Holding hands and happily skipping down the sidewalk. You always told each other secrets and hanging out in each other's rooms during family parties or get togethers. Wally was the first person you trusted. The first person you felt comfortable being yourself around. You loved being his friend. But when muddled school came around you started seeing wally in a different way. Your palms would always get sweaty, your heart would beat out your chest and you would be completely tounge tied whenever he was around you. You had no clue what was going on. It wasn't until Julie and barnaby had caught on to your change of behavior. Explaining how you started to like wally more than friends. Ever since you started crushing on your best friend you found it hard to express your feelings for him. Even with the help of your 2 wing men, that being Julie and barnaby, things would always go wrong.

And to this very day you have never confessed.

But that doesn't matter now! Now that you're grown up and living on your own, you and your friends managed to stay close. You all worked at a very well known supermarket known as "Welcome Home Grocery Store". You and Julie worked as cashiers since neither of you could focus or be near enough to stock up the aisles. Howdy and barnaby worked as stockers, since they were tall enough to reach the highest shelves. Frank would help with shipments since he was very well organized. Sally would be in charge of displays around the store as well as lending a hand with frank during busy shipment days. Poppy works at the bakery and sometimes offers a hand with stocking on slow days. Eddie was the assistant manager and your good old best friend Wally was General Manager.

Most people wouldn't enjoy going to work. But being able to see your friends everyday made it all worth it. Even with difficult customers or fast paced days you enjoyed being with your friends.

After your waffles were done toasting you quickly put them on a plate. Topping them with some fruit and whipped cream with a little bit of syrup. You poured yourself a cup of coffee, mixed in some cream and sugar and went to your living room. Sitting down criss cross on your couch and ate your breakfast while you flipped through the channel before leaving it on some cartoons.

After finishing your breakfast you checked the time on your phone. Letting out a yell, seeing that you were gonna be late if you didn't change now, you quickly dumped your dishes in the sink and rushed to get ready. You slipped on your work shirt that was laying on the floor. Slightly wrinkled. You made a mental note to do laundry later this week. Stumbling around as you slipped on a pair of khakis. Bumping into furniture. You looked at your phone once more. "Shit." You cursed as you quickly slipped your worn out shoes on. You stood up and did a quick smell check. You had no time to shower so some deodorant and body spray will have to do for now.

Looking in the mirror making sure you looked neat and clean, you grabbed your phone, keys and bag. You slid down the hallway, running into the wall. You quickly rushed towards your front door. Pulling it open and slamming it shut making sure to lock it before you hurried to your car. You opened and closed the door. Putting in the key you started the car up and looked at the rear view mirror. You fixed yourself a little more before backing out of the driveway. Mentally preparing yourself for another day at work. Wondering what surprises were to come today.

||Hope you enjoyed the preview! Once I finish the first chapter ill be posting a link to the story! If there's anything you'd like to see in this story feel free to let me know!||

[somberauthor]

Hello there stranger can I request TADC with male reader who have body like a human and pretty much tall looking scary with his head was TV

But he pretty much nice and chill making some stupid joke

And he know how to calm down everyone or making them feel safe

When he got here in the first day he was surprised but not scared he just surprised and when he know he had to stop here he say jokingly like "well at least I don't have to pay taxes" yeah something like that I'm not good with joke I try

I'm not English by the way so I hope you have a nice day

Bye-bye stranger hope you have a nice wonderful day!

TADC CAST + MALE! T.V. HEAD! READER HEADCANONS

Gangle would be either scared of you or completely comfortable with your company. But she's leaning towards the former, not the latter.

Zooble would actually enjoy your company, thinking your chillness was pretty... chill

Kinger would just be kinger. He's cool with you, and he's kinger.

Ragatha would enjoy your company. You two would be the parents of the group with how well you guys can calm people down when people are upset.

Jax and you would always crack jokes with eachother. Theres not much else to say, you two are buds. buddies. PALS even.

Caine has no opinion of you, but he thinks your T.V. head is cool.

Bubble is bubble. Bubble is too silly for opinions

Pomni is just glad she's not the only new one there. You two can relate on some things, but other than that you two arent super close.

Booyeah (this is all i could think of doing)

[itskenickie]

Gendrya Masterlist

The list is from newest to oldest.

When I'm With You

“Got room for one more?” The sudden and unexpected voice made Arya to sharply turn around. Her eyes widened at the figure standing before her with a cocky smirk, “Gendry? What are you doing here?”

can you feel the things I feel right now with you

“You’ll be sorry!” Gendry wasn’t afraid of Daenerys and her empty threat. She is powerless without her dragons and he doubts that Jon and his sisters would allow for his execution solely for rejecting the title of a lord.

The Bull and The Wolf

It was Tryion, who was hidden behind a large chair in front of the fire, still drunk out of his mind from the feast earlier, who spoke up, “I do believe the hound meant that mating season had come early for the wolf and the bull.”

I Think Your Love Would Be Too Much

It had been too long. Too long from being away from Arya. He missed her so much.

M'lady

When Arya Stark walked out of the forge after showing Gendry her wish, she felt like she could breathe again. Like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She was expecting many things once she returned to Winterfell; reuniting with her siblings, avenging her deceased family and protecting her land. But she never thought that she would reunite with Gendry.

Pen Pal

Arya signs up for a pen pal because Mademoiselle Margaery says so.

Pink

The love of his life is his best friend’s sister. She was the tiny girl with a lot of spunk who played football and the guitar. She also loved getting down and dirty while fixing up cars. And, Gendry is going to be cringy for a bit, she was the emo princess of his dreams.

Him

The sound of Valyrian steel swords crunching through the bones of White Walkers was all that Gendry could hear for they were louder than the cries of the dying men.

Scar Tissue

His hold around her tighten and right when he noticed she was about to doze off, he kissed her head gently and closed his own eyes. Thoughts of Winterfell and Arya on his mind.

3 times arya stark wasn't scared and the one time she was

Lommy, Hot-Pie and Podrick try to scare Arya.

Clueless

Arya met the strangest men while visiting her brother Jon up North.

A-Z

A list from A to Z on why Arya Stark loved Gendry Waters and vice versa.

Instagram Thirst

Just then, Arya’s phone beeped. Indicating that she had a new notification on her phone. She fished out the silver device from her phone and swiped on the notification which took her to Instagram and showed her a post from one of the accounts she followed who posted a new work out video. She smiled to herself, or she thought, while double tapping the screen and a big red heart appeared before her.

A Lady and A Smith

“You know, you’re just like your mother.” Gendry chuckled while twirling Lyanna. “How? I thought Ned looked like mommy and I looked like you?” Her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

Prince Gendry

Gendry Baratheon. A man who is dubbed as the handsomest in all of the seven kingdoms. Rumor has it that when he was born, the first children had gifted him with eyes that were forged from a gemstone that was known as Blue Apatite.

Shy Encounters

The sunlight shining through the train's window illuminated her skin, making her glow, as if her skin were made of tiny diamonds.

The Titanic

The ship stood tall and grand at the harbor unlike anything Gendry has ever seen. The orange and black funnel of the ship almost covering the bright sun. A rare sunny day that bestows Winterfell. Basically, the Titanic AU that no body asked for in which Arya is Jack and Gendry is Rose.

Heaven

Sometime around the afternoon, Gendry was sitting on the white love couch with Arya’s head on his lap, his tanned fingers were running through her brown locks. Lips turning upwards at whatever it was on T.V that was making Arya laugh loudly. Those same tanned fingers then began tracing the thin arms when Arya quieted down from laughing. This is Gendry’s favorite way to spend his free time, watching his lover being happy. Laughing and smiling without worrying about the smallest of things. It made Gendry feel lightheaded from the amount of adoration he felt when watching his lover. Gendry heaved a pleased sigh as Arya laughed again.

[quazart]

(Movie)Knuckles x (platonic!) Reader

A little fic I made on a whim, after discovering that echidnas had pouches.

The Pouch

You stared at the echidna. He stares back, confused by your expression.

"How long?"You ask, not even needing to finish your sentence for him to know what you meant.

"Uh, my entire life? Oh wait, no, apologies. When I was just growing out of my puggle years."

"So, at least, since we've known each other, you've had this?" 

He nods.

Let's rewind. 

You were asked by the Wachowski couple to watch over their sons for a day. Babysit basically. Of course you agreed. Honestly though,  you'd really only need to look after Sonic. Knuckles, the elder of the three brothers, your best friend, was fairly mature for his age. Though, on rare occasions, he can be roped into mischief, almost always by Sonic.

The youngest of the three, Tails, would be going to work with Maddie. Leaving you three alone.

Tom was the first to leave, with Maddie right behind him. The sheriff hugged each of his sons and ruffling the hair on your head before waving goodbye, as he walked out the door. 

The veterinarian was giving you a quick run down on what the boys could and couldn't do. What they could and couldn't eat, etc.

Her final departing words being-

"By the way. Sonic is grounded again. Knuckles already hid his phone to keep him from finding and getting it again. If you see he's got it, just shoot me a text and I'll handle it through a call or when I get home." 

" Yes, ma'am."

You hear Sonic scoff somewhere behind you and  Knuckles.  

Maddie turns away and checks her purse for everything she'll need. "Alright, well I think that's it. Good luck."

You smile and wave bye as she shuts and locks the door behind her and Tails after the kit quickly hugged you and his siblings. Yelling out a goodbye before taking off toward the car in excitement. Ecstatic about joining his mother and visiting all the animals she cares for.

All three of you watching her as she pulls out of the driveway, and drives past the trees, out of sight. 

You and Knuckles turn around but pause as you're suddenly face to face with a certain smug looking hedgehog.

He rocked back and forth on his feet in front of Knuckles. The echidna already knowing what he's planning, gives him an unamused expression. 

"So Big Red? Mind giving me a hint?"

The echidna frowns with a , "No.", and walks away, with you right beside him.

Sonic grabs his arm, trying to stop him, but Knux just keeps on walking, not caring at all. The hedgehog letting himself be dragged by his brother.

"Oh come on, be a pal!" 

Knuckles waves him off and lays back on the couch beside you. His own phone in hand.

"No. I do not want to be your pal. I am already your brother."

"Ugh!"

He suddenly pauses and turns to you. Big puppy dog eyes at their strongest. 

You take the remote in hand and begin flipping through channels on the t.v. 

"Yeah, I don't think so blue."

"But why? Look, how about five minutes?! Just five, I swear."

You and Knux look at each other, with bored expressions on your faces, then back to your electronics.

Both of you answering, "Nah.", at the same time.

Sonic growls in frustration, but then pulls out the big guns. He takes a deep breath and opens his big mouth.

Ten minutes later of on and on chatter, you and Knux were losing your patience with the blue blur.

Knux is the one to finally give in.

"ALRIGHT!!!" He bursts, partially sitting himself up on his elbows.

You sigh and watch the hedgehog smile, thinking he'd won.

You sigh at the nuisance," Oh my gosh! You can be so annoying!"

He smirks,"Hah, well this annoying hedgehog is about to get his phone back-"

Knuckles sits up all the way, interrupting his brother.

"Not so fast. You can have your device back IF, you can find it within the next two minutes.  You may have it back and we will not say a word to mother. You would just need to give it back before anyone arrives home."

Sonic salutes and gets into running position." When you're ready captain!"

Knuckles lays back down and looks at his phone's clock, "I am not a captain. Go."

One minute and thirty seconds later and he's turned the house upside down, with no sign of his phone. 

'Where is it?!.. Wait!!'

He runs to you and snags your phone, quickly dialing his number and calling it.

You quickly lean towards,  "Hey!" But he holds up a finger, signaling you to wait.

You huff and cross your arms.

Knuckles smiles as he watches the clock. Ten seconds left, then he'll have peace and quiet.

"You will not hear it. Mother turned off its volume for this exact reason." He warns, but what he didn't know, was that Maddie had left it on vibrate.

A faint buzzing noise sounds off and Sonic scrambles around for the device, with no sign of it. 

You're confused. It sounds like it's right beside you, but where?

You look at Knux to see him clench his jaw, and lean forward a bit. Only noticable to you, since you were paying attention and sitting right next to him.

He bites his lip and stares towards Sonic's hand. The one holding your phone and suddenly crosses his arms tightly against himself.

'What is up with him?'

Sonic finally notices with five seconds left. The buzzing was coming from, 'his brother?!'

"What the heck Knux! You ate my phone?!"

Your eyebrows raise, and you look at your friend.

Who's trying to keep a straight face like someone just told him the funniest joke or something. Arms tightened against his stomach. 

"Don't be ridiculous." He manages to say through his giggling.

You don't know why he's fighting a laugh, but the sounds he's making make you smile and start to laugh too. He rarely ever laughed, let alone giggle. So his sudden giggles really hit your funny bone. 

"Why are you laughing?" He asks.

"Huh? Well, why are you laughing?"

The phone stops calling, going to voicemail and Knuckles sigh in relief.

He looks toward his brother and grins. "Looks like you lose, hedgehog."

Sonic groans, frustrated by his defeat. He gently tosses the phone beside you on the couch.

"Well how's that fair! How am I supposed to get it from inside your gut!"

Knux scoffs, " It is not inside me. Of all the foolish-."

This time you call Sonic's phone. The vibrating starts again, making Knuckles sit up with a grunt, and catches himself before a chuckle could escape him.

You and Sonic look at each other, then back to your friend.

That's when Knuckles finally shows you guys. 

He removes his arms from his stomach and raises a hand over it, before reaching into-?! He had a hidden pocket on his stomach?!

Bringing his hand back out, he'd retrieved Sonic's phone, holding it infront of him with a smirk.

Both you and Sonic stared at the phone, then to Knuckles' stomach, where the pouch hid very well because of his fur. 

Knuckles face contorted into one of confusion.

"What?"

And now were back to the present.

"You've had this and you didn't think to tell me!" You grabbed his shoulders and shook him a bit.

"Why would I?! I do not see how having a pouch would be so important as to inform you about it." He said between shakes.

"Dude, this is awsome, you have a body pocket! How is that not important information! What else can you do, or have!"

His mouth is agape still confused by your sudden interest in him because of something as simple as a pouch. A blush covers his muzzle.

"Uh..."

With this distraction, Sonic swipes his phone from the echidna's grip and takes off with a maniacal laugh.

"Haha, sucker! Catch me if you can!"

Knuckles instantly breaks out of his stupor and takes off after him.

"Sonic!!!"

Leaving you thinking of all the awsome and helpful uses he could use his pouch for. He was like a little kangaroo!

You hear something get knocked over and you suddenly remember why you're here.

To watch the brothers so nobody gets hurt and nothing gets damaged. But now that you think about it, even if you tried, you doubt you'd be able to catch up to them. Or have the strength to pull them apart if you could!

Then you have an idea.

"Ha, what was that knucklehead?"

"Why you foul-!"

(*beeeeeeeep* *beeeeeeeep*-)

They both freeze where they are, the sound of somebody calling on their phone with the speaker on. And, as soon as the voice on the other side answers, the boys are suddenly back on the couch. Knuckles holding Sonic's phone and shoving it back in his pouch.

A few seconds before. 

"Hey, (y/n) , how's everything. The boys giving you trouble?" 

Before you could answer, stumbling and grunts echo in the house, getting louder til your two friends are on either side of you, silent. Gazing ahead at the t.v. with blank expressions. You catch Knuckles shoving Sonic's phone back into his pouch. 

"No. No, everything's fine. Just checking up with you, is all. "

"Oh, well thanks hun...And boys?" Her voice grew scary as she addressed the brothers. They both stiffen, knowing she knew they'd done something they shouldn't have. 

"Behave."

"Yes, mom!"

"Yes, mother!"

You say bye to Maddie and hang up.

Your friends glance at you, but quickly are back to the screen when you notice. 

"That wasn't fair. " Sonic pouts.

You shrug." Life's not fair. And besides, how fair do your powers make it for me to babysit you two?"

He grumbles and crosses his arms. 

You look back at your best friend, who was currently laying back on the couch again. Having relaxed since your call to his mom. You pick up where you left off.

Leaning back and holding your head in one hand.

"So?"

He blinks and looks at you, "So...what?"

"What other secrets have you been hiding from me?"

He sits up on his elbows and squints at you, "Why do you insist, so much, in learning about me?"

You shrug, " It's just interesting, and cool. What's the harm in wanting to learn more about my best friend?"

He hums," Nothing, I suppose. And we are friends afterall.. Alright."

"Yes!"

He lays back down and rests his head in his folded arms, behind him.

"First of all, it is called a pouch, not a pocket, as you mentioned before. Its original purpose is to hold and incubate a puggle before and after hatching. For however long their parents can hold their weight, until their spines had almost fully grown in or until they can walk on their own-"

"Wait, wait, wait. Hatching? You came from an egg?" Sonic had interrupted his brother,  honestly surprised by this fact. 

"Of course I hatched, what other way is there?"

The hedgehog turns red, and looks to you for help.

You awkwardly cough into your hand and pat Knux on his arm. "I'll ask Maddie to tell you later. Please, continue. "

"Hmm. Anyways, as far as I can remember,  I don't recall a pouch ever being used for anything else, as it feels strange carrying things in it. I had never used it before, until recently. When mother asked of me to hide his phone." He points at Sonic.

"But he kept finding it, no matter where I hid it. So I gave in and just put in there."

You both look over at the hedgehog again. Who was trying to look innocent.

"For a time, it worked. I've done this several times before and mother had seen me, and did not react. Which is why I was so confused by your surprise to it. "

"Well, you are very animal like, at least compared to humans. And she is a veterinarian, so."

He nods," Perhaps. In any case, just like those previous times, I figured hiding it in the same place would work. What I did not account for was the phone moving about while there."

He held his hand ontop of his pouch. Remembering the strange sensations the phone gave when it moved. It was.. strange, to say the least.

"Oh yeah, what happened with that? Your face looked pretty funny while Sonic was calling his phone."

He removed the phone from his pouch, but this time holding in a slightly tighter grip than earlier, incase Sonic got any ideas, and turned it over in his hand.

"I..do not know. I'd never felt anything like it. I'm not sure what it was."

"Hmm, well, try to explain what it felt like? And I'll see what I can do to figure it out."

He looks at you, then past you, where you knew Sonic was sitting a minute ago. The hedgehog had grown bored and left to the kitchen to make a snack.

"It felt like the buzzing of the device. But.. different. And it made me want to smile..and laugh. Strange isn't it? Like magic."

Your peaceful smile slowly grows into one with playfully malicious intent.

Knuckles frowns." What is with that expression?"

"Oh, nothing. I just think I know what it is."

He raises a brow."You do?"

"Yup, but I'll need to test my theory. Do you mind?"

He is hesitant, but shrugs and watches you reach over and poke around his sides. He twitched a bit and huffed at the feeling, but no smile or laugh.

"Does that feel like earlier?"

"A bit, but not as strong. It's actually rather annoying this wa-AaY!!"

You launched an attack on the poor echidna. Your fingers skittering across his sides and belly, making him grunt at first, but eventually succumbing, forcing high guffaws that evolved into laughter and giggles. You'd grown so used to Knuckles deep voice, but hearing the higher pitched he'd somehow reached, made you smile wide and laugh along with him.

Sonic had been surprised by his brother's outburst, recognizing his voice making all that noise. What he was not expecting, was the reason for it.

A smug grin widens across his face. " He's ticklish!!"

You continue your assault, giggling all the while.

"I guess so!"

Knuckles did not respond. Too preoccupied with trying to catch his breath, his face feeling hot. He should feel humiliated for his actions, but seeing your face and that of his brother, with playful smiles and laughing along with him, pushed those thoughts away.

Besides, he didn't know if he could say anything if he tried. His own laughter taking up whatever breath he could draw in. 

Why did something as simple as touch reduce him to a giggly puggle. 

"Ok, I think that's enough for now." You said in between your laughing.

 His hands covered his stomach as soon as your fingers left. He was trying to catch his breath again, a stupidly silly smile on his face. Leftover laughter fading to giggles as he calms down. 

" That is called tickling, and you my friend are very ticklish, apparently."

"Haha, eh, good, aheh, good to kno-how."

Sonic rubbed his hands together,"Oho ho! Now this is interesting. I could definitely use this next time you hide my phone."

You could hear the gears in his brain already forming plots against his brother.

You look back to Knuckles, with a smirk.

" Sonic is ticklish too."

"Ah! Why would you tell him that!" He cried.

"Eh, just keeping things fair."

A couple hours pass, with you three hanging around the t.v. You were just putting on another movie when you heard the sound of a car rolling up the driveway.

You press pause and get up, along with your friends, to greet whoever was home.

The door unlocks and it's Maddie and Tails.

Tails greets his brothers then you, giving you all another round of hugs, while Maddie walks past, smiling and giving you all a pat or kiss on the head.

"Hey, guys. So how was it? Anything crazy happen or broken things I should know about?"

She's facing away from you guys, not able to see the pointed and worried looks your friends were giving you. A certain blue hedgehog in particular.

"Nope. Everything went well. I even learned something very interesting from today." 

Now it was Knuckles turn to look nervous, and he didn't even know why. 

"Knuckles is part kangaroo." You grin his way, to see your offended friend scrunch his nose and scoff, indignantly.

"I am not. I am one hundred percent echidna. Only echidna blood runs through these veins."

As if purposely ignoring him, Maddie smile at you.

"Why? Did he show you his cute little pouch?"

Knux crosses his arms and looks away from you both, with a huffy," Mother, please."

"Yup. And that's not all." You whisper that last part, walking up behind Knuckles. He barely has a second to turn and see you there before you tackle him down into a cackling mess.

"Wait, no!!-"

"Too late!"

Maddie leans against the wall, watching and laughing along with you two. Tails, hearing the commotion, peeps around the corner, with Sonic right behind him, and sees you ontop of the toppled Knuckles.  

The poor echidna is suddenly saved by the bell. Or in this case, a knock on the door. 

You pause, giving the echidna a chance to breath again, while Sonic goes and opens the door. The sheriff has arrived, and is immediately baffled by the scene before him. 

A wheezing Knuckles with a funny smile and glare directed towards you. Meanwhile,  you're sitting beside him. An oblivious look on your face as you stare off to the side.

Tom blinks for second, then asks, "Uh, what's goin on here?"

Maddie smiles, "(Y/n) was just teaching me something new she learned about our little echidna here."

Tom smirks," And that would be?"

You grin madly and look back to your victim.

"Allow me to demonstrate."

You wiggle your fingers, hovering your hands just above him, making him already unwillingly snicker, knowing what was to come. 

"No, please, mercy!"

"There is no mercy in this house!" 

"No-hOhoHOoO!!!"

Boisterous laughs and chortles fill the air as you show the echidna's father what you'd learned. His family joining in on the laughter at the sight of their more stoic of their family members being reduced to a giggling puddle under you.

"You- eheh, are cruel." His only understandable response amongst his leftover chortles.

Knux doesn't even retaliate or defend himself.  Not daring to move, for fear of lashing out and hurting you. His fists glued to the ground, by sheer will power. A power slowly waning as your assault grows stronger.

You finally let him go when it looks like he's having a hard time holding back and catching a breath. Even afterwards, a string of giggles continues to leave him. The sensation of your tickling still affecting him, even after you'd stopped. 

You give him a sweet little innocent smile."I try."

[cringenamehere]

Guys Gals Non-binary pals Mono had T.V powers He can go through the T.Vs and he became the Thin Man Now In the trailer We see Alone fall into a mirror And their face is covered Now hear me out on this What if Alone is The Mirror Monster?

[alteregozowie]

"Goooooood morning/afternoon/evening sinners and sinnettes!

You're listening to P E T T Y 92.fm this fine day and I have a special song ready for an old pal to start~"

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

Those Searing Surroundings

A/N: a story of how two pals decide to explore through a new environment and realize they might need guidance. Word Count: 726 T.W/C.W: None

***

Over the sun scintillating within the sky streaked by shades of orange and yellow, clouds have cleared from above.

A wind weaved by and blew some fabrics in the air. Billowing edges of two people's scarves as they trekked across the small hill. A bundle of tumble weed rolled down, getting swooshed into the air.

Flicking a glance at a barren tree, Ourahi tilted her head. Her companion, Bertille, kept rushing past her. They slowed down in their tracks, crouching slightly while panting.

"Phew, this is quite unlike what I imagined," Bertille croaked. "I should be parched but I'm bustling with vigor! Huzzah!"

"It's just been an hour, we didn't see much yet," Ourahi pointed out, snorting.

"Hey, I'm not disappointed!" Bertille adjusted their bucket hat, squinting above. "I get it, can't get ahead of myself and all that."

Ourahi dusted her shirt, nodding. "Yep. You ought to take it all in before evaluating your opinion."

At a spontaneous decision, Ourahi and Bertille decided to take a flight to Cairo. They wanted to have a change in their surroundings, somewhat sick of their city lifestyle.

Bertille's head whipped around as they examine their surroundings with binoculars.

She let out a quick breath at the sweltering temperature surrounding them. She wiped her clammy forehead and grabbed a bottle of water, opening it. Taking a long sip.

"This place like's the sand ocean," they remarked.

"C'mon, for real?" Ourahi asked, sounding incredulous. "You aren't even high and you say such things?"

As Bertille dropped to their knees, they patted the sandy ground in enthusiasm. Just running their palms over it and they jumped back up, wiping it off.

"Yikes, it feels too hot."

"What did you think would happen if you touched it?"

"Not much aside from how it's all sandy and whoa!"

"Check that out!"

Ourahi gasped as a figure approached them on camelback. Just drawing to a halt.

Bertille tipped their fedora as the person mounted down, scrutinizing them.

"Oy! Are you travellers lost or somethin'?" a woman asked.

"No, no!" Ourahi waved her hands. "My friend and I are just exploring! Isn't that right, Bertille?"

"Just lookin' around," Bertille replied. "I'm hoping I'll get to see the sights this place got."

The woman snorted. "You'll see not much except desert for miles and miles. Do you have supplies? Because deserts are notorious for having extreme heat."

"Of course! We got bundles of water bottles and stash of good!" Bertille turned their backpack around, petting it's heavy load. "For about a week or so!"

"My name's Ourahi," she said, hitching a thumb at herself. Then at— "This is Bertille as I mentioned. And you are?"

"I'm Hafsah," the woman explained with a half-smile. "Pleasant to meet you."

Despite her stomach churning, she waved at her.

"Thank you for the introduction." Ourahi tried smiling. "I suppose we're a bit overwhelmed since it's our first visit to these types of places."

Hafsah raised her brows. "Well, if you need guidance, I can offer."

"That'd be great!" Ourahi blinked at a sudden eagerness in her tone then cleared her throat. "I mean. . . Sure, we'd be more than pleased."

"So, are there ponds or something out here?" Bertille asked. "From what I've known, there'd be such. Or I could be wrong."

At that, Ourahi lightly smacked their elbow and they winced. Hafsah mounted her camel once more, looking down at them. They started moving, matching with her brisk yet leisurely pace.

". . . did you do your research from movies and T.V shows set in the desert?" Hafsah sounded skeptical.

"Sorta." Bertille coughed.

"The movies aren't accurate in terms of depicting deserts," Hafsah said, rolling her eyes. "There are cities but they aren't shown."

"Oh, I-I'm sorry." Bertille tsked. "I know it was wrong but yes."

"Alright then I'll show you how it actually is. There's more to it but deserts can be unique and distinctive. In Western Egypt, there's a black desert and crystal mountain. It has some rocks similar to a volcano's shape. However, it's more smoother than expected."

"Whoa, that sounds cool."

With a nod, Ourahi did a noncommittal hum. They were gonna be in a trip, for sure.

As they arrived to a road signage, Hafsah pointed at an onward route.

Hafsah let out a dry laugh. "Ah, you'll discover more about the desert than what you've presumed."

***

[uenodivision]

Aranai's Thoughts on Ginza Division

Masa Judice

Aranai glares at the photo of the priest, before crumbling it up.

"This guy, no offense to Shisuta, is why I don't put too much stock into religion. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against people who do. You believe in what you want to believe in. I'm not going to knock you for it. But people like this corrupt minister and his so-called church, they're the main reason why religion is so looked down on. Because it's more like bondage and brainwashing than actual free will!"

"I don't know what beef this guy has with Shisuta, and quite frankly, I don't give a rat's ass. But if he thinks I'm just going to stand by and let him hurt her, he's got another thing coming. He harms so much as a hair on her head, not even those followers are going to save him when I get my hands on him!"

Eiji Noguchi

"This guy is probably the only likable guy on this team. And that's more to do with the fact that he created PROFILE than anything else. I tell you, I'd like to know what was running through his mind when he came up with that thing. I'm not knocking him, though! Ask anyone here in Ueno, and they'll tell you PROFILE is everywhere! I've been trying to get Shisuta and Boss-Lady into it, but neither of them can be bothered. Shisuta doesn't know enough about technology, and Boss-Lady considers it a waste of time." Aranai rolls her eyes.

"Besides that, this guy also seems to be a complete technophile. He was on T.V. once proclaiming that technology is the way of the future and that the future will be completely reliant on technology. I don't know how much of that is true. I think I'd have to see it to believe it. And besides that, I'm not sure how I feel about having robots and androids walking around. I've watched some robot movies about the ones that take over the earth and... well, it just makes you think. I know, I watch too much TV..."

Oki Teagan

"Wasn't this guy part of that rap group? C H A R O N, or some shit? Yeah, I think that was it. Truthfully, this guy, along with everyone else I knew, was everyone's least-favorite member of the group. I mean, the guy just had a pompous-as-hell attitude and thought the whole fucking world revolved around him just cause he could rap. Newsflash pal: most people in this day and age know how to rap! Don't think that just because you were in a group, that makes you special!"

"Truthfully, no one really noticed when he disappeared, at least I didn't. But when he suddenly showed up as the third member of this group, well, it turned some heads. But if he's trying to grab hold of his lost fame, he's wasting his time. We've all moved on. And even those that hadn't, have long forgotten you. Deal with it!"

Last Judgment

"This team is on the top of my shit list! If it weren't for that priest making threats to Shisuta, I wouldn't have paid him or this group any attention. But he basically called out Shisuta by declaring war against her and Sakurai Clan. I don't know if he knows this, but if you mess with one of us in this clan, you mess with all of us! And he'll see that before this tournament is over. He claims to be a religious man, well I'm telling you this now, buddy. If you know a prayer, then so help you, you'd better say it now, because trust me, when we meet in the D.R.B. and I wipe that sorry-ass smirk off your face, you're going to need it!"

[kudosmyhero]

Detective Comics (vol. 1) #401: Target for Tonight!/Midnight Is the Dying Hour!

Read Date: January 31, 2023 Cover Date: July 1970 ● Writer: Frank Robbins / Dennis O'Neil ● Penciler: Bob Brown / Gil Kane ● Inker: Joe Giella / Vince Colletta ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Ben Oda / John Costanza ● Editor: Julius Schwartz ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: (first story) ● Batman the target of a hunter. He’s in his penthouse as Bruce Wayne watching t.v. with Alfred when a hunter with a trained falcon is on the program. Just then, an arrow zips past them and shatters the television. Implying that the hunter knows Bruce Wayne is at least connected to Batman? ● Carleton Yager is the hunter’s name. (And since he knows Batman’s identity, I assume something will happen to cause Yager’s death. A non-major character knowing someone’s identity is practically a spoiler that they’re going to die soon.) ● I’m not sure why Batman is crouched atop a piling but… hey, at least it looks cool:

● Yager has Batman in a net. He’s outsmarted Batman every step of the way so far. ● Batman has admitted a couple of times tonight that he’s only going after Yager because of his pride. ● NOW Yager is on my bad side. He has Alfred tied up with a target on him. Leave my Alfred alone! ● Batman kicks Alfred out of the way:

● oooOOoooh… you’d think I’d be used to people in comics using latex masks by now. “Alfred” was actually Yager. I thought Batman was kicking him out of harm’s way before an arrow could hit, but nope, he was actually kicking the snot out of him. ● Yager falls to his death. ● The story is only worth one clap, but the art brings it up to two: ● 👏👏

(second story) ● Okay, so back to Batgirl being bricked up behind the wall. ● Earlier, Robin investigated Willard’s death even before police arrived. No sign of a struggle, and Willard is pointing to a book of poetry, which Robin finds odd because Willard has voiced his distaste of literature. ● Robin walks around campus, pondering the mystery. Some of the info he knows due to being a student here: “Willard and his pals fought with Professor Huntington about whether or not to sell the university’s woodland property. Huntington claims it’s valuable for research… Willard claimed the school needs the money. The jocks and some of the drama majors sided with Willard… while Hank, myself and a few of the hippie types stood for the prof…” ● Robin then remembers a Poe play and puts the pieces together. He finds one of the theater guys with the trowel. The guy escapes by throwing a wad of wet cement in Robin’s eyes. ● Hearing something moving behind the freshly built wall, Robin begins to dismantle it and finds Batgirl. ● A sandbag drops from above, and Robin has to save Batgirl again by knocking her out of the way. ● Batgirl says that what she thought had been the smell of ether had been the smell of spirit gum, which some actors use when wearing false facial hair… so someone was disguised as Hank Osher. ● And the book of poetry the dead man was pointing to, he was specifically pointing to POEtry… which Robin put together as an actor in the upcoming Poe play (a bit of a stretch, but ok) ● Batgirl and Robin capture Jack Markham and turn him over to the cops. ● 👏👏

Synopsis: A big-game hunter who dubs himself "the Stalker" deduces Batman's secret identity and announces his intention to hunt down and kill the Caped Crusader. Batman decides to live up to his reputation as a manhunter and he starts looking for the criminal in order to stop his plan. Batman goes to the Stalker's mansion, where he almost falls for a deadly trap and learns that the hunter has prepared their final encounter in an island near Gotham City.

Batman goes to the location and tries to confront the hunter unseen, but the hunter has prepared a few traps for Batman. The Dark Knight manages to break free and starts looking for his enemy. After a quick search, Batman finds Alfred in a shooting gallery. Musing that he would endanger both their lives by trying to save him in the Stalker's booby-trapped gallery, Batman retreats only to return and tackle his butler to the ground and deliver a strong punch to his face. As unusual as this action seems, Batman has deduced that Alfred is in fact the Stalker in disguise and when the hero unmasks the Stalker, the latter tries to escape by jumping away from Batman, unaware that he'd be jumping to his death.

Unable to save the Stalker, Batman leaves the place and meets with the real Alfred, who had followed Batman to make sure he defeated his enemy.


SECOND STORY Stumbling upon a murder plot at Hudson University, Batgirl soon finds herself the killers next victim after being bound, gagged and sealed in a room behind a brick wall.

Earlier in the evening, Dick Grayson had taken on his guise of Robin in order to conduct his own investigation of the murder. Finding that the body of Willard was pointing at a book of poetry (particularly the words "POE") and remembering the Poe festival, Robin finally realizes who the killer might be.

Rushing to the theater, Robin catches the killer just before he can apply the last brick that would seal Batgirl's tomb, but the murderer manages to get away. Robin then frees Batgirl, and the two heroes begin searching the theater for their assailant. After a chase through the theater, Robin and Batgirl manage to catch the killer who turns out to be none other than student Jack Markham.

(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Detective_Comics_Vol_1_401)

Fan Art: Batgirl: Barbara Gordon by FelipeSmith

Accompanying Podcast: ● Batgirl to Oracle - episode 11

[zardinthebrokenatlas]

This is the first chapter to a book I've got posted elsewhere. It was originally requested 2 years ago but I liked it a lot and decided to make it a book :3

Today's been so boring.. I swear I'll die from just boredom. It's an annoying day. Nothing's happening here in the shop. No customers, no more of us 'tinies' being bought. I guess that's a good thing.. But the easiest way to escape is to be bought. This place is stupid. I wish I could just get out of here.. Not just myself but my distant pals. The ones on the shelves beside mine. Ging and Kila. They are my neighbors and my absolutely crazy friends. Though we may never meet face to face and only rely on voices, I'd say we like family. Always coming up with plans to get out of here and running free in the world again. Well. I guess that's all I have to write today. Time to sit around and wait for the place to close for the night.

  ~ logged on a day, sometime in the year. I don't give a crap.

  I heaved a sigh, popped my journal into my small pack, and leaned against the back of the cage wall. Such a boring day. There were, like, three people that actually came to the shop today. They didn't even buy anything, instead, they just looked around. Why can't they just close now? Ain't nobody coming this late in the day.

  Would it really matter if anyone did anyway? Sure, they'd look around and whatever, but it's so doubtful that anyone is going to buy scrawny little tiny people anymore unless it's for some stupid kid that'll pull you limb from limb because it thinks you're a flipping doll. What kind of psychopathic generation is being raised? Somebody needs to teach discipline.

  My thoughts sure are productive today. Thinking about kids again. Just what I needed.

  Slowly, I forced myself to stand and hobble over to the glass pane that let me stare out into the 'amazing' shop I was trapped in. I stopped directly in front of the clear wall, pressing my face up against it as if it proved how devastatingly bored I was.

  I've lived here for about 11 months now and have grown completely neutral to this place. The employees find me as a 'handful' apparently. Probably because I've been bought and returned many, many times. It's definitely because of my strategy. Depending on the person that 'adopts' me, I refuse to talk or I'll talk to them all the time without shutting up. Course it's dangerous and I do indeed have scars from over-tempered people. It's so very easy to make people annoyed.

Though I would say I'm lucky to never have had to deal with a kid. So far, I haven't come up with any strategies for those vermin. I'd rather eat a rat leg than get trapped in a room with a kid.

  Heaving another exaggerated sigh, I pulled my face away from the glass and tottered to my little endearing house. I dusted a pile of shavings to heap on one side of me before plopping down on the cold metal. Maybe I could attempt to draw again. I'm not great at it.. but practice makes perfect, right?

  Hesitantly, I reached for my pack and pulled out my notebook. Sure. It was a journal, but I had nothing else to use. Plus, the semi-straight lines worked like a grid of sorts, and, just like that, I peeped my head out the front of my 'castle' and began to draw what I saw.

  Though the drawings were absolutely horrific, I managed to get a shelf, the cashier, the rack next to the door, and a bit of the manager drawn before somebody walked in. Odd. A customer.

Closing my book and packing it away to safety, I glanced up at the clock. 6:55. Just about time to close and this.. weirdo decided to show up. Firstly, this guy wore those slick new 'airpod' things and extremely nice clothes, despite it being just a hoodie and jeans. His vibe was like one of those distinctive rich kids from the old t.v. reruns that played during lunch break.

  Even though it made no difference, I scoffed at the college kid. It didn't really matter and I could've cared less, but for some reason, this guy ticked me off. Yet.. I did begin to wonder what that kind of person would want from such a junky store like this one. Maybe supplies or something.

  Wrong. The next thing I knew, I was being taken away from my cage. To be fair, I should have been used to being handled by now, but no matter how much I've tried, I have just always hated it. Probably always will.

  My struggle was cut short as I was dropped into a small cardboard box. Of course, it was one of those awfully shaped ones and had holes poked through the sides, but it was still an awful place to be. A shaky sigh left me as I tried to convince myself that they were just cleaning the cage or something but then the lid was reopened and another borrower like myself was roughly dropped in.

Our eyes met and I could tell we were both confused. This was the first time I'd ever been so close to another of my species. Well, at least since I was stowed away in this store.

It was a young teen boy like myself, but he had red hair, freckles, bright green eyes, and a decent-ish style of clothes.

  "Who are you?" He asked. His voice quaked with fear, but I could still hear the familiarity in his voice. My 'neighbor' from the cage.. I could've easily been wrong, so I held back on calling him any name, instead, I inhaled a shaky breath.

  "I'm Reb. Reb Hilk. Who are-" Before I could even finish the question, he had already practically flung himself at me to get a hug which I returned.

  "It's me, Ging! I can't believe it's really you!! I never thought we'd ever see each other.." His voice cracked, taking me aback at his sudden vulnerability.

  "Neither did I.."

  The moment was interrupted as the box shifted roughly before being opened again. Two more tinies were put in. At first, I had figured that was all of us that were going to be taken, but pretty soon there were roughly eleven of us all together, huddling in groups. Most were terrified, but some were curious, looking out the holes.

  A part of my protectiveness kicked in and I began to pace. This situation had suddenly become much more worrisome. Where were we going? Were more of us going to all get crammed together? There were too many questions and nowhere to get any answers. All I knew is that we had to stick together and figure it out, otherwise we might lose each other.

  The movement continued, shifting from being abrupt to absolutely nothing. What was happening? Were we being bought? Was the store shutting down? Were we going to be.. exterminated?

  I shook my head at the last awful thought. That couldn't have possibly been what was happening. Right..?

  Another shaky sigh escaped my throat as I joined a small group that were huddled together and Ging followed suit. In all my years of living, I had never seen such fear-stricken faces. It panged my heart, but the only thing I could do was comfort. For the first time, I felt helpless.

  In an attempt to locate where we were going, I glanced towards the holes. It didn't help much since the sun had set completely. Of course it had. Lovely.

  Soon enough, after waiting in the dark for roughly twenty minutes, there was suddenly a lot of noise followed by a lot of movement. The box was lifted, a little too fast, and was carried somewhere else.

  As if thinking the same thing, none of us made a single noise, allowing the fear levels to rise again. That's when it dawned on me. Kila, my other neighbor, wasn't with us. Was she not taken? Maybe that was a good thing..

  Then, after what felt like an eternity, the box was set on a table of some sort and someone was messing with the box as if they had no idea how to open it. The tension rose and the silence became deafening. All I could do was hold my breath as the lid slowly fell open.

  Instead of being met face to face with a trash can, like I previously thought, we were greeted by the college kid. My fear was replaced with a sudden stubbornness. I couldn't help but glare up at him. Of course, it was him. He just had to take us away from where we were and no man in their right thoughts would buy so many tinies for pets. He must've had some other plan. Something much worse.

  Just as the guy reached his hand in to take some of us out, I quickly interfered by backhanding him as hard as I could on the finger. Surprisingly he backed off.

  "Fuck off." I growled. The look he gave me was utterly pitiful, but I didn't care. Protectively, I stood my ground in front of my kind, as a defender.

  There was such a cold silence I felt like I could hear the hair on my neck stand on end, but it didn't last long as someone else suddenly scooped the group up and out of the box from behind me. The fear seared through me as I spun around on my heels. It was such a swift motion, I tripped over my own legs.

  "Hey-" My voice was cut off as my chest collided against the ground, knocking the breath out of me. I could hear Ging calling for me, but I couldn't seem to catch my breath before I also was lifted out of the box.

  After I regained myself and thoughts in that small moment, I began to thrash around in the hands of my new captor. It was definitely the one who I just had a stare-down with.

[rabbitcruiser]

Color TV Day

Color TV Day is celebrated on June 25 every year. Watching color television is something most of us take for granted these days, but this wasn’t always the case. The first television programs we saw were in black and white, and that was the only way we could watch them. It wasn’t until the middle of the 20th century that color television watching became the standard in the United States. It is only fair that color televisions should be celebrated on their unique day, which is Color TV Day. This event commemorates the birth of color television and the role it has played in our culture since its inception.

History of Color TV Day

The development of fully colored television systems changed the face of television forever, and the world of television as we know it would be considerably different. Even though they were far more challenging to manufacture, numerous innovators across the globe worked hard to develop such a gadget that would allow millions of people to see wireless broadcasts that were replicated in vivid color.

Such attempts began in the experimental stage during the late 19th century. The first prototype appeared in 1928, public broadcasting in 1940, and black and white transmissions’ extinction began in the mid-70s. Following the tremendous success of black and white television broadcasting in the United States, CBS researchers, under the direction of Peter Goldmark, approved a heavy and massive mechanical television system in 1950, with the first color transmission taking place in June of the following year. Because of the expensive cost of color television sets and the limited quantity of color television material available, black and white television sets remained popular until the mid-1960s, even though many American television stations began broadcasting in color as early as 1954.

Color television quickly gained popularity in the United States and eventually expanded around the globe. While Europe awaited the solidification of American standards and a solution to their early technological challenges, they introduced the color PAL format in 1967, which was eventually adopted worldwide. It wasn’t until 1972 that sales of color television sets in the United States overtook black and white television sets for the first time.

Color TV Day timeline

1876 George Carey Has a Vision for Television

Carey, a Boston civil servant, envisions television systems, submitting plans for a selenium camera that will allow people to “see by electricity.”

1897 Karl Ferdinand Braun

Braun, a German scientist, is credited with creating the cathode ray oscilloscope, which serves as a predecessor of the television image tube.

1907 Experimental Television System

Rosing develops a practical television system that employs C.R.T. and mechanical scanning technology.

1953 Experiments With Color Television

The RCA Corporation makes television history by putting their revolutionary color system on the air during an edition of NBC's “Colgate Comedy Hour.”

Color TV Day FAQs

Can I still buy a black-and-white T.V.?

It is no longer possible to buy a new black-and-white set, though many are still offered for sale on sites such as Gumtree and eBay.

Do I require a television license?

To view or record programs as they are broadcast on television and on any channel, you must have a T.V. license, according to the legislation.

What was the first color and sound movie?

Without a doubt, most movie fans are aware that Al Jolson’s “The Jazz Singer” was the first ‘talkie.’ The first color film, on the other hand, is a little more obscure. “The Wizard of Oz” and “Gone With the Wind,” both released in 1939, are the most well-known color films.

Color TV Day Activities

Watch movies

Watch some great black-and-white films

Share on social media

Spend the day watching a movie marathon or a T.V. series. Appreciate the vivid color display.

View some early black-and-white television movies. This is a great way to remember how far television has advanced.

Share information about the day on social media. Use the hashtag #ColorTVDay.

5 Fun Facts About The Television

The first color T.V. was expensive

The first color T.V. show

The first live color T.V. broadcast

The production of color T.V.s was halted

The first color cartoon programs

The model was an RCA set with a 15-inch screen, which sold for $1 — the equivalent of $7,850 today.

CBS produced a television show called “Premiere” in 1951 that is widely considered the first color television transmission.

On New Year's Day 1954, the first live broadcast on national T.V. was “Living Color” — it covered the "Tournament of Roses Parade" in Pasadena, California

The manufacture of color televisions was halted during the Korean Battle due to a scarcity of metals required for the war, which were also needed to assemble color televisions.

"The Flintstones" and "The Jetsons" were the first cartoon series to be screened in color in the autumn of 1962.

Why We Love Color TV Day

T.V. is a terrific way to pass the time

Knowledge

Family cohesion

Nothing beats the escapism that a good T.V. show can provide. When you're irritated, upset, or in a bad mood, T.V. might offer you just the right amount of diversion to temporarily forget about your issues.

Television is a great way to learn new things in various industries. Educational presentations, creative shows, and competitive events provide a lot of knowledge about education and technology.

Whether you believe it or not, television is the one place where all the family members can sit together. It brings families together!

Source

[riverdamien]

Embracing Death!#

New Years Day!, 2024

Jesus told her, “I am the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in me, even if he dies, will live,k

26 and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die..

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In the past, my New Year's resolutions have looked a lot like most agencies and people: ranging from how to give our ministry a "cool look;" attracting more volunteers, more money, and personally de cluttering my mind and closet.

But for 2024, I am changing things up. For sure. I could still benefit from maintaining my vegan diet, cutting down on watching T.V. and screen time. But after the last few years marked by my health risks, so many untimely deaths of my friends on the street, apathy of local churches and funding for people on the street, it's a time for a rethinking.

My resolution for the coming year is to center more on reflection of death.

In a time for the relentless pursuit of goals--"how many people do you feed? how many do you see daily? etc. and the perpetual busyness of life, a conscious and regular meditation on death, both our own and that of others, can be a guide toward using our limitless time more wisely, and meaningful.

Research has shown that reflecting on death in a regular and thoughtful manner enhances gratitude for the present and strengthens our relationships. Such reflection acts as a reality check, resulting in accessing our life goals and shifting our focus to more intrinsically and meaningful goals. By acknowledging the impermanence of life we appreciate people, and look at life more compassionately.

The actor John Stamos, mourning the death of his friend Rob Sager, whom he had recently had a final meal with, commented, "If you're with someone you love, stay a little longer, have the cake, have some coffee."

Last year I attended the memorial service on Zoom of a long time supporter and friend. The last time we had had a meal he was angry at me over something someone had told him, and he let me have it. He later sent me an "email" apologizing, the day before he died. I never was able to lay my eyes upon him and say, "No worries it is forgotten! Lets have dinner!

We should always have time simply to sit, be with people, without questions, and judgement. And I never discuss anything over a meal that is hateful or critical.

We use our contemplation of death to raise our awareness of our mortality as a guide post to intentional living.

And so in the next year when people talk bad about me; do not have time to sit down, visit and have a meal; have no respect and judge my beliefs and positions; my style of life; and betrays me; I will simply smile, dust off my feet, and move on.

In a world that glorifies youth, wealth, color of one's skin, political beliefs one way or the other, and the endless tomorrows, perhaps the key to a fruitful life lies in acknowledging that each day and moment is a precious gift, it is  all that we have.

This life has taught me to take nothing for granted.  In her poem, "When Death Comes," Mary Oliver writes:

When it's over. I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real."

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world!

I do not either! I want to live a life of love and service to others! I want to live a life of faith!

Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

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Fr. C. River Damien Sims, sfw, D.Min., D.S.T.

P.O. Box 642656

San Francisco, CA 94164

Snap Chat: "riodamien2"

pay pal can be found on www.temenos.org

If you are writing checks predate them for today!

415-305-2124

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"Our life of grace and our life of the body goes on beautifully intermingled and harmonious. "All is grace," as the dying priest whispered to his friend in 'The Diary of a Country Priest." The Little Flower also said, "All is grace" (Dorothy Day).

Let Love Ache

Father, give me the courage to keep on loving.

when others keep on hurting.

help me to live an achy love, a gritty,

persistent and emptying love;

a love that’s not afraid to flow toward the other

who has little left to offer in return.

And may I tread faithfully with heaven

through the unfinished work that surrounds me.

[princessdreamie]

DBH part 12

At Selena's bar

Like always, some the workers help with the clean up from the night b4 and S is counting the income from her costumers. Then, the door bursts open and a small kid runs up to her. After seeing who it was she chuckled and picked her son up.

S asked Se why he is out of the house and not studying. Se felt bored and he wanted to visit his mom at work. Rolling her eyes with a smile, she asked then one of her employees to watch over him while she is doing the books. Se's mood fell. He drove with a taxi all this eay to see his parent only to get passed on to sum1 else? No. He wouldnt stand for that.

After some shenanigans (dont feel like it to write what he was doing so you are free to implicate your ideas), S gave up and let him watch her work. Surprisingly, the young boy wasnt dying out of boredom but watches her doing her papers and tying on her caculator.

S on the other hand gets frustrated with those numbers. Some things dont add up and to make things worse, the night b4 some drunk hooligans tried to cause a scene on the dance floor while S tried to play some music. They broke some stuff and even attempted to go over the counter and snatch a bottle of alcohol.

So her workload was already getting the best of her. Her phone began to ring and after checking the screen for the caller ID, she prepared herself for what comes next. She picked up and E doesnt waste time and interrogated her about their child's whereabouts.

As it seemes, Se was not allowed to go outside bc he had still some classes to attend. Thats why he had to call a taxi since their chauffeurs wouldnt go against their boss's orders. S gave the phone to their son after succefully calming her husband down. Still, E berated his youngest on disobeying his rules and ordered the boy to go back home immediately.

Se was not thrilled hearing his dad chewing him out like that. But he still agreed to leave in a bit so that he can get his stuff. After the call S sooths her son, telling him that his dad is just worried that something might happen to him. Se dint knkw why he was so stricked with their safety all the time. When ever he asked his parents or his big brother they just tell him to wait till he is older and they would tell him why.

Later that evening at the bar

Like always, the bar was pretty much filled with young studends and some office workers, passing their time with dancing, drinking, flirting with boys/girls and so on. S was working at her 2nd bar this evening while her new manager takes care of her old one. She would get text messages from time to time about their current situation form the other bar's workers.

Nothing much other than some ppl trying to make a run for it when they needed to pay or a fight that they had to break up. So nothing out of the ordinary. At the corner of her eye she noticed a familiar face.

She recognized him at her husband's office while visiting him. But he was not alone. An other guy, more rough looking than him, argued with the guy about something. She pretended to take orders while trying to hear what they were talking about.

The mean looking guy, told his drinking partner to get the job done. Saying that they have to mind the deadline. S heared his name after his pal was trying to defend himself. Their names were, Tony Vandel (office guy; T.V for short) & Paul Dov (P.D for short). S didnt know if it was right to keep eavesdropping but her gut told her to keep listening. Probably bc she was pretty sure that P.D was not working for E's company. He wouldn't hire a guy that just felt uneasy in their presence. That's for sure.

So S kept on listening. And glad she did. They were talking about some documents about a project E was trying to get approved of. S was not sure which project they talked about but it cant be good for their company if they tried to get it in their hands on it. Not only that but they kept saying that some anonymous client gave them a huge amount of money if they get the plans for them.

S was stunned. So they tried to sell it to some guy, possibly a rival. E would freak if he found out about it.

Over the years she learned that E takes pride on his work and takes his job more serious than any of his employees. As an owner of a business herself, she could understand what it means to have things need to be under control.

The men kept talking a bit more, some still about their next attempt to steal the documents, but also about some banal topics.

Hours later at the Ferguson's

E and Se were already asleep in their beds when S came back. E was waiting for his wife to come from her job but fell asleep not long after. C was watching some videos on his phone as he heared a car approaching. He decided to text her, welcoming his mom back. S, reading his text message, was laughing at this unusual greeting. But still replied with 'Nice to see that one of my family is so welcoming, even if it is past their bed time'.

C rolled his eyes at her reply. He was a teenager. They dont care about sleeping early. Although E was already giving him warnings to not sleep in if he wanted to leave the house. So he went to sleep after he ended his chatroom with his friends. They agreed to go on a trip the next month, and they had to prepare ahead of it.

Lv will go as well but when asked about Br (some of their friends dont know they have been on bad terms for the last few weeks) both of the boys denied her invite. Which made some of their pals disappointed but hey couldn't do anything since both boys were the leaders of their trip this time.

Next morning

E woke up like usual and got ready for the day. As he check up on his e-mails, a text message arrived while reading something related to his work. S quickly informed him about what she heard the other night and look into it him self. She didnt reply to his questions after she turned it off so she could get more rest. E was getting more and more agitated with his family lately. Se started to break his rules, C hardly comes home anymore & S keeps most of details to herself. At least Ll was her usual self. Giving him some head pats and encouraging words, the little tiger bot had some worries of her own.

Not for her fam per say but that the news about Bu being in some program overseas made her uneasy. The boy likes to manipulate others, so she was anxious if he would do his tricks in that place as well. Tt was on the same pages but they couldn't do much about it since N asked him to have patient with her son. Ct was not as optimistic as his wife.

He wished Bu well and that he gets better but after some time thinking, even he had to admit that they spoiled him a bit too much. Br, still not ready to talk to her parents, kept her self occupied with social media and her posts. Which largely decreased bc of the constant replies she gets from them after posting.

She still gets blamed for what her brother did to Xa and all the other stuff he pulled but didnt get adressed as much. Br found it unfair that her lil sib still gets the hate (which he greatly deserved) while Lo was not mentioned one time. After some searching she didnt get much to see form him either. Only some school photos that uploaded on their website and his own parents stuff.

But they dont grill them for the water gun incident either. To her dismay, some girl uploaded a video from that day she talked to Mel. She was sure that they were alone but it seemed that who ever took that footage was just being really quiet. And from the angle it seemed to be taken from one of the stalls. Only her face was really visible, while everyone could hear Na and Mel their voices. They even recorded her little cousin's monolog, which granted the lil girl a huge amount of respect.

Br called Na ASAP but got hung up b4 the first ring came. Na was not in the mood to talk to anybody. Like Br, the video reached her anonym social media account and it gave her troublesome thoughts.

A few minutes ago at Na's home

J, K & Na were done with breakfast and the little girl went upstairs to get her med bottle. The moment she went back to her door, a notification popped up. Curiously, she opened the app to see what she missed. To her shock, sum1 uploaded a video of her fight with Br in the ice salon. Her face was hidden but her voice was very clear to hear.

She Started to have a panick attack.

|now, b4 everyone wonders what she is panicking about all the time, i wanted you to remind you what chaos her and E's families get themselves all the time?? I was wondering about how S got such bad luck all this time only to accept the fact, later on, that she is a freaking Stanton!! There are ither ppl who got not the best of luck either in the original book. But come on. Not to forget that she is related to Bu & Br. So ya'all really want to tell me that in how the Stanton's manage their social platforms use so openly, they dont get stalked or even harassed from time to time. The kids get privileges for their privacy, is what i would say if we wouldn't be already aware that Br, being for being the total snob she is, to take advantage of her status. Also (small spoiler), something happened to Na in the past that is somewhat related to why she only uses an Aliase and not be known in public in that way|

She crawled back into her bed and texted Lv. She made up a lie that she isnt feeling ok and just to not drive to her home. Na noticed an incoming call from Br. The last person she wanted to talk to right now was her cousin, so she rejected the call immediately. To her dismay, that was not the only call she would recieve. After Lv got her message he got baffled by her request and just went to call her instead. Wondering if she isnt just making up an excuse. After some more failed attempts on trying to fool her cousin, she gave in and just told him she would be ready when he picks her up.

Lv, C & Na sat inside the car, while the boys talked about their upcoming trip. Na was barely listening to anything and just wished that her day was not going to be a disaster when she arrived in school.

After dropping her off at school, Na tried to keep a small profile to survive at least the start of her morning lessons. Her friends were already on their seats. The group saw the recent video about her and Br. Mi was teasing her bff about standing up to her entitled cousin. Realization finally set in and  Na immediately regreted on calling Br he cousin. Even with her face hidden, some might already figured out her identity with her voice alone.

Le caught their attention and showed them something on her phone. All the top searches about her and Br were gone. Even the post that included the vid was taken down. Apparently sum1 made sure to dispose of them through out the social media sites bc not even others could find their own comments or opinions about the argument.

Na sighed in relieve. At least she had a small break from all the drama. The day goes on like usual with no issues.