#the practice 1997

[seonghwadyke]

real

[helena-edits-in-real-time]

Wouldn't You Rather Be a Widow Than a Divorcee?

Even years later, despite the variety of cases he’d taken, defending Victoria Keenan still haunts Bobby. He'd searched for information about her, but she’d seemingly disappeared off the face of the Earth. But when he stumbles upon a photo of Audrey Raines, he realises that maybe she hasn’t hidden her tracks after all.

Chapter 1

[yummycrummy]

who the hell are these guys

[stargazerlillian]

Two nervous imps with some bad news to tell their boss. I sense third degree burns in their very near future.😬

(Don't tag as ship)

[dozydawn]

Eva Serrano Ribbon, 1998.

Sarone’s Last Stand from Anaconda (1997) by Randy Edelman.

[angrybatart]

> insert something Spamton would say, because I never played Deltarune <

My sibling got me to listen to a Spamton fan song by Stupendium, it got stuck in my head, and I got the desire to draw him. Also I am now obsessed with him. Probably gonna do more doodles later.

[maskedflug]

So, I've disappeared from here for a while but I wanted to be able to show what I've done, I'm trying to do Oz fanart, and ugh, since I love that series, my reason for life is to bring their fandom to the surface, I swear to god.

[dragons-in-spaceee]

thinking about ellie thinking about ellie thinking about ellie thinki

[remembertheplunge]

“ If you draw one essential message from the fact of reincarnation, it would be: develop a good heart, that longs for other beings to find  lasting happiness, and acts to secure that happiness. Nourish and practice kindness”

The Tibetan Book of Days. February 1-3

The following was my margin note to the above dated June 6, 1997:

"Occidental man knows so little of this. Our society is not kind. It is cold. Distant. Harsh. Alone.  I heard it in Mike’s voice——screaming out last night—it points him to death. No place for him here. A phone call to Mike B."

End of Margin note

Second margin note, which I wrote on 5/25/2014 on the same page as above:

"And, Mike did die. Drank himself to death, intentionally, his Mom believes. “

Note:

 Mike drank himself to death in one night in his parents home in early 2002. 

He was a good friend of mine.

I wrote about him in a previous blog.

[true-autistic-tales]

the evil version of hot chick heaven is disgusting men hell

[lungfuls]

we bought a 1997 crv for me to learn to drive in. I love her. she is green

[helena-edits-in-real-time]

Who Will Make Me Fight? Drag Me Out Alive?

Set after an altered Day 5, Jack returns from China to find that one of the only friends he has left is days away from execution and doing nothing to stop it.

He calls upon Donnell, Young, Dole and Frutt to take her case and give her her freedom back.

*Can stand alone from the series or serve as an alternate ending.

Chapter 1

[violet-phoenix-nebula]

So I just watched my mom's favorite movie for only the 2nd time since she died over 14 years ago and guys.....

Oof.

It still packs a hell of a punch. Not as bad as the first time I watched after she died, but still. Holy fuck.

[stargazerlillian]

"Vide Cor Tuum"

During what should be another ordinary night in the Underworld, something new and strange leaves Panic wide awake and afraid.

Pain and Panic belong to Disney.

——————–

It was once again nighttime in Athens.

Apollo's sun chariot had long since disappeared beyond the horizon, making way for Selene's moon chariot and luminescent veil, casting the land below in the gentle aura of moonglow.

All pairs of feet had ceased walking the streets, and all pairs of eyes had shut the world away, not to open again until the light of a new golden morn came.

Miles beneath the earth, in the bowels of the Underworld, nighttime was no different.

Within the walls of his bedchamber, Hades lied beneath the covers as if he were lying in state - a position more than befitting for the one and only god of the dead.

His monstrous hellhound, Cerberus, was curled up by the foot of the kline, all three sleeping heads pointed towards the door and ready to act in case some foolish intruder dared to disturb his master's sleep.

Even the restless souls of the dead drifting in the waters of the river Styx seemed to cease their moans of agony when night fell over the world above, much like how they did in life.

From the outside looking in, it seemed that all who dwelled in this particular dark pocket close to the heart of the world was well under the spell cast by the blanket of slumber Morpheus had carried across the land.

But somewhere in the darkness, a lone pair of large yellow eyes remained wide, wide open.

Panic traced the same picture on the stone ceiling for what felt like the thousandth time. It was only one hour into the new day, and the sweet embrace of sleep was still evading him. His mind was racing with all sorts of troubled thoughts - but not for the usual reasons.

Ever since he returned from his latest assignment with Pain, he had gotten this... feeling.

A feeling that wasn't there before.

A feeling that something didn't quite fit anymore.

He clutched the covers close to his chest. Something inside him was... different. He couldn't explain it. He just felt different.

He sat up and looked to the other side of the bedchamber, where Pain lied asleep. He didn't want to disturb him, but he simply couldn't ignore this... feeling anymore. Something had to be said.

"Um… P-Pain?" Panic called, his voice quavering.

Pain grumbled and shifted under his bedclothes. "What?"

"Are... a-are you awake?"

"Only because a certain worrywart is bugging me." He yawned and sat up, rubbing one of his eyes. "What’s the problem?"

"Have you… well… felt… a little... different lately?"

Pain shifted his eyes all around the room. "Uuuh, no? What do you mean?"

Panic wrung and twisted the top of the sheet in his hands as a heat crawled up the back of his neck.

"Weeell, um… y-you see… I’ve been feeling this… this little, um… warmth… r-right here," he placed a hand to his chest, "in my chest."

Pain's heart froze for a second at those last few words. "A… warmth in your chest?"

Panic nodded his head rapidly. "Y-yeah, yeah! I-it's kinda like a... a spark. Or a glow, or, or something! I-I don't know what it is, but it just won't quit! I haven't been able to sleep! Oh, please tell me you know what it is?"

Pain swallowed nervously. Panic is feeling it too? How could this be?

Were they coming down with some new illness never heard of by anyone? Have they become the unwilling hosts of a pair of vindictive spirits? Has one of the gods cast a curse on them without them knowing?

He shook his head. No, no - there has to be a rational explanation for this. What else could cause them to feel a concerning warmth in their chests?

Then it hit him.

"Oh, that? Pfft, that’s er… just a bit of heartburn, brother." Pain ragged, waving a hand dismissively. "You might have eaten your food just a little too fast at dinnertime. Don’t worry about it, it happens to me all the time. Just try… elevating your head or something. That should help clear it up."

Panic's horns tilted downward. "O-oh… heartburn… I see…" He turned his head away from Pain and stared awkwardly at his feet, which were currently two mere lumps under the covers.

"That answer your question?"

A pause. Panic swallowed and looked down at his hands, still wringing the top of the sheet.

"Y-yeah… I guess…"

"Good. Now do us both a favor and go to sleep, okay?" Pain lied back down on his left side and pulled the covers over him, his back facing Panic. "We’ve got a big day tomorrow. You know how much the boss hates us oversleeping."

Panic lied back down as well, this time with an extra pillow under his head, and went back to staring at the ceiling. As much as he wanted Pain to be right, he knew at the back of his mind that he most likely wasn't. Last time he checked, heartburn felt like a burn, not a glow... didn't it?

He clasped his hands over his chest, the tiny spark beneath showing no signs of dwindling. This was going to be a long night.

"Y-yeah, yeah… right. G-good night, Pain."

"Night, Panic."

[petermorwood]

The same kind of tilting set was built for "A Night To Remember" (1958) and "Titanic" (1997).

IIRC both those movies initially tried to mute the sounds made by the set machinery in operation.

Then - in "Night", anyway - it turned out that the groans, creaks, rumbles etc. as the set moved were effective background stressed-sinking-ship noises, and allowed the film sound-engineers to concentrate on more scene-specific work.

[jhsharman]

fit to be tired

Somebody named Kumi -- if the Kumi or not I do not know -- walked by In a 2003 story, but 2009 saw promotional blurb directing anyone to Another story featuring Riverdale's latest superstar, Kumi! Archie, Betty and Jughead get a crash-course in Japanese culture at Kumi's house... and we do mean crash! What stories there were between those two points, I do not know. Anyway, a ret-con moves Kumi into this cheerleading practice, though Fumi is no more.