#this time I went specifically from idea that hey daves name is well dave. and dave strider exists

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Day 30

Homestuck on this account again except something more specific :]

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Among You and Me - Corpse x Reader Oneshot (part 2)

Fandom: Corpse, youtubers Warning: Profanity, a lot of swear words, fluffiness, quite long Pairing: Corpse x f!reader Summary: You and Corpse continues with your conversations and it makes you realize that you have feelings for each other. 

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After Corpse had followed you on instagram the two of you talked like nonstop for days. It almost felt like you had known him for years. You had the same humor and he talked about some horror stories he wanted to do and you thought they sounded cool - but not wanting to admit that they scared you as well. You talked about school and how stressed out you were for the essays and exams that were coming up soon.

“I have an exam next Wednesday so I will be off the internet the whole day :(“ you wrote and buried your head in your pillow. 

“That sucks big time.”

“It doesss.”

“Wait… Then you will miss my upcoming stream that day :(“

Shit, you thought. You really wanted to see his stream but right now you don’t have time for it. Which sucks even more than school.

“Probably, I’m sorry :(“ you said and locked your phone to get ready for school.

Corpse POV.

I read the message she sent again and didn’t know what to answer. My brain was so tired so it had problems with coming up with coherent replies. I was not prepared for how the feeling of hurt and sadness that came with that response.

Why did I react like this, of course she has other stuff to do than to watch my stream…

But I couldn’t shake the hurt feeling from my chest. Even though we only had talked for a couple of days it felt like we had known each other for longer than that. She felt like a close friend almost. And when she was with me on my streams, it reduced my anxiety and my nervousness to know that she was watching, somehow it eased my nerves a lot.

Why do I need you there with me to feel safe? he thought to himself and started to type in a response.

“It’s okay, nail those exams for me ;)” he hit send. Thoughts fucking exams that is keeping you away from my stream.

Wait, wait, where the fuck did that thought come from? 

I shook my head, trying to think about something else. I pressed on (Y/N)’s profile on instagram and started to go through her feed. There were some selfies, some pictures of nature and different places where she had been. Some pictures with friends and some with her family. I stopped on a specific selfie of her. She looked so beautiful on it, all I could do was to admire it - and her. Then I did something I thought I’d never do. I took a screenshot of the photo and saved it as my background on my phone.

I will never meet her so this won’t do any harm, I told myself before I fell asleep.

Your POV.

You threw your bag at the couch and fell down face first in the bed. School was killing you at the moment and it wasn’t better with the essays that were piling up on your schedule. You groaned into the pillow and then took up your phone, one message from instagram. You opened it and it was from Corpse. Your heart made a little extra jump everytime you saw the name appear, and that he had answered you. You smiled and read the text. 

“It’s okay, nail those exams for me ;)”

“I will try my best to ace them, just for you ;)” you felt bold writing the last part. But what the hell right? 

You hit send and waited for him to respond. He was probably asleep now, knowing his weird sleeping schedule. Not wanting to wait the whole day - it would drive you nuts and also give you thoughts like “what if I’m annoying or disturbing him?” “what if my message woke him up and he’ll get mad and never want to talk to me again?” “what if…” you know?

You opened your texted book and tried your hardest to study, but it was hard when your mind was constantly wanders away to Corpse - the man that has been on your mind all the time lately and you didn’t mind it really. 

Is it possible to fall in love with someone that you haven’t met? you thought. Because if it is so, then I’m fucked...

Corpse POV.

I must’ve slept for more than three hours for the first time in weeks because I almost didn’t feel dead. I looked over at my phone and I had two messages. One from Dave checking up on me and one from (Y/N). I checked (Y/N)’s message first.

“I will try my best to ace them, just for you ;)”

I got a warm feeling on my chest reading the last part, just for you. I liked that. I liked that a lot actually, more than I liked to admit to myself. I looked at my background picture and there she was smiling at me. Even though it was just a picture from instagram it felt like she smiled at me. And only to me. Some confidence sparked inside of me and I messaged her again.

“Can I get your number?”

Your POV.

You had taken a break from your studying and were watching Mark, Bob, Wade and Sean playing Phasmophobia. It was hilarious to watch. Your phone lit up and you had gotten a message from Corpse on instagram. 

“Can I get your number?”

You stared at the message, he wanted your number. Your thumbs were typing but were shaking so bad, all this kinds of emotions can’t be good for you. 

“Of course!” you typed and then wrote down your number to him. You hit send and bit nervously on your nails. Not long after you got a message from an unknown number.

Hey is this (Y/N)?

Yes is it! Corpse?

Oh thank god! I was nervous I had typed in it wrong and were messaging some weirdo.

You smiled at the two of you continued your conversations throughout the evening.

Some days later it was Wednesday and you had one of your exams. You were a little bit nervous but not a lot. You had tried your best to study, even with obvious distractions, and you had got some informations in your brain. 

Wish me luck on my exam! you send to Corpse, knowing fully that he was sleeping, it was early in the morning, or perhaps he hasn’t even gone to bed yet. Yoy got a ding on your phone.

Good luck (Y/N), not that you need it you are a smart girl. But I know that you are going to kill it 🖤

The heart in the end made your heart jump. 

How am I suppose to consentrate when he sends me stuff like that? 

The exam went like a dream, you knew all the answers to all the questions and it went by fast. You felt pleased with yourself and looked at the clock and it was just before noon. Corpse livestream had just begun!

If I grab a quick lunch I can get home before it is over! you thought to yourself and walked as fast as you could towards the school cafeteria and then straight home.

You made it just in the middle of the stream, they were playing Among Us and Corpse were super nervous. You felt bad for him because you knew that he was great at the game. He didn’t have to be so hard on himself. An idea popped up in your head. You donated 10$ to his stream and wrote:

“You are doing great Corpse and my exam went great ;) much love (Y/N)” 

Now you were just waiting to see if he will notice the message. 

Corpse POV.

My hands were shaking so bad, more than usual. It was normal for me to be nervous before and during a stream but today my nerves were going crazy. I was making rookie mistakes as a impostor, like wtf I am supposed to be the number one impostor here. 

Fuck I wish my hands would stop shaking so bad, why am I so nervous? Well I knew the answer to the question but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. (Y/N) wasn’t here watch and it sucked so bad. I felt lonely and anxious. I looked over at the chat and was that I had recieved a donation with a message.

“”You are doing great Corpse and my exam went great ;) much love (Y/N)” Why thank you-... Wait a minute, (Y/N)?” my voiced cracked at the end of the sentence and I am sure someone caughed up with my surprised and overly excited tone. I took up my phone and texted her fast.

Please tell me that was you who wrote that.

I waited and I saw the three dots going of, not helping with my anxiety one bit.

Yes it was me, I finished much earlier with my exam than I anticipated, so I hurried home to see your stream. 

My heart became all warm over her message and I didn’t even notice that I had held my breath before I let out a huge sigh. She hurried home to watch me. My hands were shaking but not over my nervousness, but from excitement and, i don’t know happiness maybe. Three dots appeared again on the screen.

I couldn’t leave you alone when I know how nervous you get when you’re streaming.

Fuck... That sentence made me fall over the edge, if I haven’t already. I am falling for (Y/N) and I haven’t even met her... 

Yet.

A/N: Upon many requests, here is part two! It made me so happy to see all the comments on my first oneshot and how well recieved it got. Thank you all so freaking much! :D

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[chiseler]

Hero of Our Nation

I first encountered Roger Ramjet on a Chicago public access station in 1983. It was part of an early morning show apparently aimed at stoner insomniacs. The show came on at five and also included episodes of Lancelot Link, Secret Chimp, that awful Beatles cartoon, and a weather report clarified by some appropriate pop song (“Here Comes the Sun” or “Here Comes the Rain Again”). I was usually up and around that early for some godforsaken reason, and originally started watching on account of Lancelot Link. Always did love that Lancelot Link. But Roger Ramjet was, well, let’s just say it was a revelation.

Roger Ramjet, “ that All-American good guy and devil may care flying fool” (as he compulsively introduces himself) was a none too bright and none too coordinated drug-dependent space age superhero in an ongoing battle against the assorted forces of evil (or more specifically, N.A.S.T.Y.) to preserve the American Way of Life. He was square-jawed, straight-laced, straight-faced, and True Blue if little else, so hyper-patriotic that nearly every time his name is spoken aloud an American flag, a bald eagle, or a rotating ring of stars appears on the screen. After catching one or two episodes, I forgot all about Lancelot Link.

The show was easy to overlook, especially when squeezed between the Beatles and some secret agent chimps with a psychedelic band. The episodes were only five minutes long (maybe seven with the abrasive theme song filling out the opening and closing credits), and were so crudely drawn and animated it might at a glance seem like something a couple of junior high school kids threw together in their basement one weekend. The shows were so primitive they hardly bothered with niceties like “backgrounds” satisfied instead to settle for rudimentary suggestions of a setting. But the writing was so sharp and the voice talent so good what it really felt like, if you paid attention, was a spoof of a ‘40s radio serial like Sky King or Gangbusters, complete with a soap opera organ and illustrated by a handful of jerky drawings scratched out by someone’s kid. People who thought Jay Ward’s Bullwinkle and Dudley Do-Right were crude when compared with the output from Disney or Warner Brothers had no idea what “crude” meant. 

Looking at it today what it reminds me of more than anything are the paper cutout animations of the earliest episodes of South Park, before they upgraded to Flash. Along with the lo-fi stylistics, the humor was clearly aimed at an adult audience while pretending otherwise.  You may not find any child molestation jokes or crass religious cracks in Roger Ramjet, but for 1965 the lightning-fast humor was pretty hepcat and sophisticated, with undisguised satirical references to the Cold War, Central American turmoil, and the  Vietnam War (“Hey kids, this is Roger Ramjet,” demanding that you stay tuned to this station to see my next adventure,” Roger announces in his commanding superhero baritone. “Or I’ll see to it that all you little rascals are drafted.”) . Mixed in with the topical jokes we also get some highly unlikely name drops, from Noel Coward and Henry Cabot Lodge to James Joyce and bawdy nightclub performer Rusty Warren, as well as film parodies and  literary nods to the likes of Catch-22 and Catcher in the Rye.  It’s also a little less than what you might call racially sensitive by modern standards (consider Mexican revolutionaries The Enchilada Brothers, Beef and Chicken).

While a lot of the more timely jokes might be lost in the murk of the over 50 years since it first aired, there’s plenty of rapid-fire absurdity that’s timeless, from the misspelled title cards punctuating the narration to the self-consciously dumb coked-up adventures.

Bullwinkle aired from ‘61 to ‘64. Roger Ramjet came along a year later and Jay Ward’s influence is undeniable. The difference was Roger Ramjet crammed the equivalent number of bad jokes, references, and plot twists of a typical 8-part Bullwinkle serial into each five-minute episode, both mirroring the rapid-fire screwball dialogue of the ‘30s and the frenetic quick-cut comedy to come along a year or two later in shows like The Monkees and Laugh-In.

The episodes were produced with essentially no budget and were cranked out very quickly by a small team of writers, voiceover artists and animators with solid day jobs in radio and TV. They were all seasoned pros, some dating back to the days of classic radio, who worked on the show after hours as a way of letting off a little steam and tossing around a few cynical, subversive  cultural jabs their day jobs wouldn’t allow. The show was created originally by animator Fred Crippen  (who went on to work on some pretty dreadful crap like the Extreme Ghostbusters  and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) and Ken Snyder, an ad exec who moved over into producing cartoons. They brought in a remarkable team of voice talent and comedy writers, including Gene Moss (the voice of Smokey the Bear) Jim Thurmam (who did a lot of kids shows including Sesame Street), Dick Beals (the original voice of Gumby), and the great Gary Owens, a drive-time deejay in LA who would get national recognition soon enough as the on-screen announcer for Laugh-In. Although they would all get specific credits in the end (Crippen as director, Moss as a writer) it was a communal effort, in which everyone contributed to the writing, and everyone, even the executive producer, did a few of the voices. Apart from the regular crew, careful listeners might also catch a few uncredited guest appearances by some surprisingly big names (I’m told Sinatra and Dean Martin appear in an episode, but I’m still looking for that one). Owens was the star, though, as his ability to read the most ridiculous lines in a dramatic deadpan made him the perfect Roger Ramjet. Together they made 156 episodes (about 150 still exist), which were sold directly into syndication in ‘65 as half hour shows, each containing three unconnected adventures. I can’t say as I’m exactly sure who they thought their target audience was at the time, except maybe each other.

Much like William Conrad in Bullwinkle, each show opened with our narrator, Steve Allen alum Dave Ketchum, setting the mood and the scene (“In today’s depressing episode,” he’d begin with dramatic enthusiasm, or maybe it was an “existentialist episode,” “phlegmatic episode,” “rickety episode,”  “hairy episode,” or “ethnic episode”). Then we’re out of the gate at a breakneck pace, with a flurry of gags coming from every direction. “Ramjet rode into Boot Hill,” we’re told,  “where the men were men and the women were men, which can get pretty old after awhile.”

While none of the shows are connected, there are a few recurring characters and locations worth remembering: Roger hails from Lompoc, an actual California town (“where nothing ever happens, and seldom does”) and  takes his orders from General G.I. Brassbottom, a no nonsense military man who “hadn’t had an original idea since he was a civilian.” He’s also assisted by Yank, Doodle, Dan, and Dee, the unusually chubby  kids who make up the American Eagle squadron. Like Roger, all the members of the squadron wear their white jumpsuits and flight helmets at all times (Roger even wears his helmet on dates), and in true superhero sidekick fashion, their primary job is to get Roger out of scrapes and make sure his drugs are handy. 

That’s one little detail more than a few casual viewers have taken umbrage with. Roger, see, is a pretty hapless character most of the time, but he repeatedly saves the world thanks to a little help from his Proton Energy Pills (PEP), which take five seconds to kick in, then give him the strength of 20 A-Bombs for 20 seconds. Modern viewers seem a little uncomfortable with the idea of a superhero gulping amphetamines in order to function, but all I can say is, well, it was a different time, and hey, it worked for Roger and Elvis both.

The proton energy pills come in handy when dealing with his arch-nemesis Noodles Romanoff, the short, trench coat and fedora wearing head of N.A.S.T.Y. (the National Association of Spies, Traitors, and Yahoos). Romanoff may not have a Natasha, but he does have a gang of cronies and thugs who all mumble in unison (save for one, who can’t seem to get the rhythm). 

Along with Romanoff and his gang, Roger also has to contend with some lanky alien robots, the Solenoids (voiced by executive priducer Ken Snyder), and their repeated efforts to invade the planet in assorted ridiculous ways (in one episode, they begin kidnapping all the Miss America contestants, who “were disappearing faster than co-eds at a Dartmouth weekend.”)

When not saving the world, Roger found himself competing with the smarmy hotshot test pilot Lance Crossfire (who sounds an awful lot like burt Lancaster) for the affections of Lotta Love, the fickle Southern belle with a taste for the finer things in life.

Then there are the adventures themselves. Some seem standard superhero fare, but only to a point. Earth is besieged by flying saucer attacks (sort of). Roger’s hometown is terrorized by a werewolf (sort of). Roger plays tennis with a kangaroo, or becomes the first man to surf in space,  or, in a personal favorite, attempts to stop the flow of bootleg comic books into America’s drug stores.

Actually, there’s an interesting moment in that one that revealed just how subtle you could be even with animation this unsophisticated. Okay, so Noodles Romanoff, see, is replacing real comics in drug store racks with bootlegs in which popular superheroes are humiliated, all in an effort to destroy the morale of America’s children. After Brassbottom shows Roger a few examples (the issues include “Superman Gets Beat Up by a Chicken!” and “Ratman Stubs His Toe!”) he explains that if this sort of thing continues, “America’s kids won’t have anyone to look up to except YOU, Ramjet.” Then, for just an instant in that crude and jerky style, Roger cuts his eyes toward the camera, revealing in that moment everything we needed to know, namely that it’s what he’s always wanted.

Thirty years on and that still sticks with me.

In the end, though, the characters and storylines are secondary at best In Roger Ramjet. At heart it’s  a matter of trying to keep up with all the lightning-quick  jokes and wordplay, the non-sequiturs and references. In the five minute span of one cowboy-themed episode I counted nods to at least seven classic Western films, from High Noon to She Wore a Yellow Ribbon, and I suspect I missed a few. It really is such a dizzying blur of dialogue and bad puns and cultural references, sometimes, christ, even just references to old jokes that take the form of bad puns (“Waiter, there’s a spy in my soup” or “how many angels can swim in the head of a beer?”), that absurd as it all is, repeated viewings are a necessity to catch everything. It’s a bit like having the complete contents of an issue of MAD magazine jammed onto a single page. It can make your head hurt after a while, but it’s worth it. Whether the density and the pace make it better or worse for stoner viewing is something, I guess, each stoner will need to answer for him or herself. Lots of bright colors, though.

In 1965 there was nothing new about making cartoons with adult sensibilities in mind. Betty Boop and Bugs Bunny were made to be shown as short subjects to largely adult audiences. Jay Ward’s cartoons a few decades down the line were near-revolutionary for smuggling hip, subversive political humor into what had become an exclusively child-friendly format. What made Roger Ramjet so radical was it’s blend of ‘30s radio style with mid-’60s cynicism, as well as its foreshadowing of our shrinking attention spans, a hyper-condensed proton pill of comedy and commentary disguised as just another dumb, low-rent superhero cartoon. Although it’s barely remembered today, its influence is still evident in most any subversive animated show you can name, even if they’ve slowed things down a bit.

by Jim Knipfel

[thewebcomicsreview]

Homestuck 2 has updated! Christmas is ruined!

Previously, on Homestuck 2: Literally nothing happened, and a non-trivial portion of the patreon supporters gave up and quit. Can this update pull a Christmas miracle and right the sinking ship of Homestuck 2? Probably not, but let’s find out! 

We’re back in Candyland, having completely skipped over Karkat and John talking about Dave’s apparent death, because this comic is only interested in long conversations when they’re boring and not about anything at all. That’s alright, I got the gist of it.

When Karkat is finally gone, John still doesn’t move. It isn’t as though he has nowhere else to go, since there are quite a few places he might attempt to make himself useful, for better or for worse.

So, it appears to be morning now, meaning that John’s son has been missing in a war zone for almost 24 hours and I guess John literally forgot Harry existed?

Prediction: This conversation is going to end in some variant of “Where is our son?” “Oh shit!”

ROXY: hey john can u do me a quick solid

ROXY: actly idk how quick itll be but its definitely solid

ROXY: harry anderson says i just missed u being here but could u skip back on over?

What.

So, I went back and checked, and apparently nowhere is it explicitly said that Harry Anderson was also looking for the Vriskas, so I guess he....stayed home? Which makes sense, I suppose, but maybe a “Stay here I’ll go look for them” would’ve helped. I wasn’t the only one who thought Harry was out looking for Vriska too. 

ROXY: sup

ROXY: follow me

ROXY: well were just going to my room so i guess technically u know the way

JOHN: haha ok.

John follows, trying to shake the ominous feeling he got from what she’d just said. He’d been in and out of this house a lot in the past few days. Why should this be any different?

Is Roxy....horny? Is the solid she’s looking for John’s dick? I mean, that’d make her saying Harry wasn’t available kind of weird, but I think this framing is a fake-out.

...

What the fuck is that lamp, Jesus Christ it’s awful. Just a cat’s asshole, facing the door.

ROXY: r u kiddin me rn egbert

JOHN: i’m not? unless you were, in which case yeah lets say i was also kidding.

JOHN: oh my god, i’m sorry, i don’t know why this making me freak out.

ROXY: i remember our past boot knockin with fondness but that is a situation im not interested in revisiting

Oh hey, it was a fakeout. Good job, Homestuck 2. You successfully implied something just through the art. Art which, by the way, looks a lot better than the last chapter. There are backgrounds and everything. I wonder if Chapter 15 was rushed out due to Hiveswap and that’s why it was so weak?

He’s almost embarrassed by how relieved he feels. So what if his ex wife wanted to hook up? Shouldn’t that be a situation he could navigate? Don’t people like to find solace in human physical connection during dire times? Why did the idea of it make his mind white out in panic more than, say, any number of the traumas he just experienced?

I’m not the biggest fan of the way the narration is going JOHN IS AFRAID OF SEX WITH ROXY LIKE HE’S A TEENAGE VIRGIN AGAIN (LIKE IN HS1!) AND IT DOESN’T REALLY MAKE SENSE PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IT’LL BE IMPORTANT LATER, but okay, noted.

ROXY: u said ur house is gone??

JOHN: yep.

JOHN: completely.

ROXY: jeez

Heh. I like Roxy, still. 

JOHN: so i just sat there, watching, trying to figure out why watching my house burn down felt like i was being released from prison.

If this comic actually uses the phrase “home” and “stuck” in the same sentence I’m turning this blog around and we’ll go right back to Winnipeg.

ROXY: aight then no wind bending just use your mangrit

Roxy flexes, the corner of her mouth pulled up into a familiar grin. John feels his guts, so recently calmed, twist up into knots again. Her eyebrows shoot up and the smile loosens. He must have shown something on his face.

ROXY: ok or just like push when i push

ROXY: we both got sick muscles

ROXY: no other adjectives necessary

I feel unqualified to talk about how hard Roxy is pushing the June Egbert thing.

....Is that the fucking portal from Hiveswap under a tarp? Also hi Candy Callie, appearing in HS2 for the first time. One of the Calliope’s is nonbinary, I think, but I honestly can’t remember and I think it’s Meat Calliope? 

JOHN: do i get to know what that big thing under the sheet is?

ROXY: hmmmmmm no

JOHN: oh ok.

JOHN: are you sure? i mean, it seems like a pretty prominent feature of the room.

JOHN: space.

JOHN: wherever we are.

ROXY: and a totally mysterious n COMPLETELY inconspicuous feature it will have to remain for now

ROXY: we r kinda in a hurry here fyi

ROXY: and by that i mean

ROXY: we are in precisely the amount of hurry that means im excused from having to a that specific q rn

JOHN: right, sorry.

JOHN: i will pay no attention to the object behind the curtain.

ROXY: u catch on fast egbert

Oh thing HS2 has not been great at is that it has a lot of plot mysteries that are supposed to keep us enticed but they don’t really get implanted into the audience’s head (Remember Vrissy mysteriously collapsing that one time? Probably not, she did it off screen and the boys kind of laughed it off). This one’s hard to miss.

JOHN: so... this is all downstairs?

JOHN: it seems like you had a lot of work done.

ROXY: well no not x actly

ROXY: were in the old meteor

It’s kind of weird how this meteor keeps popping up like this. 

CALLIOPE: besides, hUman divorces are even more fascinating than i had ever imagined, and being able to witness yoUrs in motion was an honoUr.

This is an unexpected but not unwelcome direction for Callie to have gone.

CALLIOPE: ah right, right. yoU're probably a little cUrioUs as to where the dickens we are.

CALLIOPE: how much do yoU know aboUt black holes?

Oh, wow, we’re going right there, then. This does seem like a bit of a reaction to complaints HS2 wasn’t shmoovin’ enough, but maybe I’m reading too much into it.

CALLIOPE: no, i mean, what if oUr whole WORLD was inside a black hole.

JOHN: ok.

A’ight, that got a laugh out of me

JOHN: ugh, i fucking KNEW it!

JOHN: i'm so sorry.

JOHN: i'm so sorry that i put the earth inside a black hole everyone. ):

I like this conversation a lot. 

ROXY: iirc at least part of y u got so weepy was the fact that u couldnt believe a version of earth existed where ppl got 2 watch more mcconaughey films than you

JOHN: listen.

JOHN: i simply don't think you all appreciated the gift you were given.

Quite a bit, in fact.

ROXY: ur not gonna enter a weird time vortex and change the trajectory of a little girls life with the power of love

JOHN: aw.

Roxy and John have a good dynamic. 

CALLIOPE: bUt Upon her departUre, the rift closed for good. as far as i can see, there's simply no way for Us to commUnicate with the world oUtside the black hole.

CALLIOPE: i woUld certainly be very sUrprised to find oUt that anyone had managed sUch a thing!

JOHN: ...right.

John’s phone has very good coverage, since he was able to talk to Terezi in the epilogues, as we’re being subtly reminded of here with that ... before the “right”. I wonder if it still works after alt-Calliope left.

CALLIOPE: oUr exclUsion from the overarching coUrse of events which governs all reality means that oUr existence here is liable to dramatic and violent Upheaval.

CALLIOPE: to pUt it another way, becaUse nothing in here "matters", we are likely to be sUbjected to things which are a bit bats in the belfry, for no reason other than it's totally insignificant to the wider canon of reality.

CALLIOPE: and mUch thoUgh i am personally titillated by some of the conseqUences of this predicament, it is a degrading way for Us to live. u_u

Okay, so we are now being explicitly told that living in the black hole is fucking with the characters and is part of the reason they make such baffling decisions, like Rose not telling Kanaya about Yiffy, or naming her daughter “Yiffy” in the first place.

CALLIOPE: we need yoU to free vriska from the clUtches of oUr misgUided friend jane, and bring her here, to the singUlarity.

ROXY: weve been calling it the plot point

CALLIOPE: yes, the plot point is a key part of oUr plan

CALLIOPE: as far as we have been able to sUrmise, the only remaining method for escaping oUr grim confinement depends on leveraging the UniqUe properties of this location to create an event of sUch catalcysmic proportions that it simply cannot be contained within the black hole any more.

CALLIOPE: something SO dramatic, so hyper-relevant, that it becomes ontologically impossible for anyone to ignore it.

CALLIOPE: for that, we need an individUal of sUfficient narrative cloUt, so to speak.

CALLIOPE: and to liberate her, who better than the embodiment of the aspect of freedom itself?

So, the plan is literally for Vriska to be such a Huge 8itch that the black hole itself gets sick of her and yeets Earth C out of its own event horizon to freedom.

This is actually a great plan. 

And that’s Hamsteak. This definitely feels like a bit of a reaction to complaints about HS2, but hey, I dig it, I guess? Definite improvement over the last chapter.

[soundsof71]

Hey! Album: 'Fleetwood Mac' (1975) - Fleetwood Mac

Hey! Great to hear from you! You (and your previous blog) were my original inspiration for trying to raise my tumblr game to something intentionally curated, and more than that, personally creative. Sorry to have let you down. LOL

What a pleasure to talk about this one, though, an album I think is -- strangely enough -- one of the most underrated albums in the classic rock pantheon!

What’s that you say? An album with “Rhiannon” and “Landslide” underrated?!?! Well it’s true, seriously underrated, at least partly because those two stellar, nay, legendary songs are the first ones that most people think of. There's so much more! It's definitely my favorite Fleetwood Mac album!

My perspective is a little different than the standard rap that Fleetwood Mac didn't properly begin until those two California kids joined the band in 1975, because to me, they started taking off when their first American joined the band, Bob Welch in 1971 for Future Games, which I wrote about at some length here. 

(For the record, Future Games is my second favorite Fleetwood Mac album. Anyone who hasn't checked it out really needs to.)

I’ll leave it at that for now, except to observe that to most of my music nerd friends at the time, I was a latecomer to Fleetwood Mac the band, having completely missed their earlier, bluesier lineups. Indeed, the 1971 lineup was their 8th! And they'd come to #9 in 1972, before landing on lineup #10 in 1975.

They had a bunch of hits on the five albums in this 71-74 range (”Hypnotized” is one that still slays me) that I think hold up as among their best ever. While the album before Fleetwood Mac, Heroes Are Hard to Find didn’t have a hit single, it rose to #34 on the US charts, and got plenty of attention. 

My point is that Fleetwood Mac didn’t spring into existence out of nowhere in 1975. Nor was 1975 necessarily ground zero for the millions of people who bought the album Fleetwood Mac. It came out in the summer of ‘75, but took 15 months to hit #1 in the US! (It peaked at #11 in the UK.) This was a far bigger album in 1976 when all the singles came out, and the band was touring like crazy to support it.

They basically dragged the album to the top of the charts kicking and screaming by the end of THAT year with relentless touring, setting the stage for their true commercial breakthrough with Rumours in 1977, but artistically? I prefer everything about 1975′s Fleetwood Mac.

btw, the music nerds know that Fleetwood Mac was recorded at Sound City Studios, which makes all the difference in the telling of the tale. In 1974, the band had located to Los Angeles, and following the departure of Bob Welch in December, Mick Fleetwood went looking for both a recording studio and a guitarist. 

While getting to know producer Keith Olsen at Sound City (a studio legendary for its drum sound, among other things), Keith played Mick some tracks from an album he’d recorded here a couple of years earlier with a local guitarist and his girlfriend singer, both of whom were also songwriters.

Mick said, I’ll book the studio to record my next album, I’ll book you to produce, and I’ll hire the guitarist....who famously informed Mick that he and his girlfriend were a package deal. All of this happened because of Sound City Studios.

(Here's Mick recording this very album in this very studio.)

Your friend and mine Dave Grohl directed a FANTASTIC documentary about Sound City Studios, a kind of a dump to be honest, but where tons of phenomenal records were made, from After The Gold Rush to Caribou, Damn The Torpedoes, Nevermind, Rage Against The Machine, and most recently, Phoebe Bridgers’ Punisher. Lots and lots of stories about the making of Fleetwood Mac in this movie, and much more. 

Here’s the trailer. The whole movie is available on YT, too! And Amazon Prime, and a bunch of other places. HIGHLY recommended!

So here we go taking directly about Fleetwood Mac.....

the first song from the album i heard: "Over My Head". This was the first single released in the US, remarkably, four months after the album was released! I dunno, did the label not want to sell any albums? Or did they just not get how catchy these tunes were? I have no idea.

And ironically, the band didn't like the choice of "Over My Head" at all, ranking it dead-last in their own considerations of likely singles! I think that this is evidence that they were using heavy drugs much earlier than we thought. LOL

"Over My Head" peaked at #20 in the US, their highest to date by far, although, in some defense of the band's reservations, didn't chart at all in the UK. Saying that it rose to "only" 20 in the charts doesn't begin to describe how heavily it was played, though. A LOT.

do i own the album: Did then, Spotify now. The answer for most of the albums in this round of Asks. :-)

my favorite song: "Over My Head". Look, I admit that this is insane when Fleetwood Mac also includes "Landslide" and "Rhiannon." "Landslide" in particular is maybe one of the greatest songs anyone has ever written, and every single person reading this knows somebody named Rhiannon because of that song. (I've met two.) And hey, "Say You Love Me" was a MUCH bigger hit at the time too... but I'm tellin' ya, "Over My Head" fucks. 

It's the single version that fucks hardest, though, no doubt about it. I was disappointed when I finally bought the album that the version there fades in (NO! THIS IS WRONG) and has a wide mix that diffuses the impact. The radio version is so tight that it's practically mono, and it punches you right upside the head. 

One of my favorite things about listening to "Over My Head" in the past couple of weeks for this Ask is that it's Old School Fleetwood Mac. Chris on piano, Mick on drums, and John McVie with what might be the best bassline that anyone stroked out in 1975. My god, it's a fucking monster, and it just gets hotter as the song progresses. By the end, it's on fire, and you hear it so much better in this tight single mix.

The new guy adds a nice little solo on top of a nice rhythm lick, and he and Stevie add background vocals, but they're not front and center. "Over My Head" is really Christine McVie's showcase, although Fleetwood and Mac really shine too. This would have been a monster hit without the new kids, as indeed it pretty much was. You could say the same thing about "Say You Love Me", which is also all about Christine's songcraft, and a voice like no other, then or now.

Here's my edit of a lovely Mick Putland photo of Christine McVie from a couple of years earlier.

I guarantee that it's been way too long since you heard the in-your-face single version of "Over My Head". On Spotify, you can find it on the couple of Deluxe Editions of Fleetwood Mac (here's one), and it's also on the anthology, The Very Best of Fleetwood Mac, which I've embedded here. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gw-lIt1ILzk

least favorite song: "I'm So Afraid." I'm so afraid not. LOL

a song I didn’t like at first, but now do: Hmm, I might put "Sugar Daddy" in that category, but honestly, the main thing I don't like about this song is the title. LOL But it's the 4th best Christine McVie song on an album where the best three of hers were all released as singles, so I guess it all works out.

a song I used to like, but now don’t: Anything by the new guy. I'm not going to go into detail here because what I love about this album, I still love. At the time, I dug two of his songs here (you can guess which two, surely), but I started to really despise this guy a few years later. Now, I can't listen to anything where he's prominent at all, on any Fleetwood Mac records.

Fortunately there are more than enough Christine and Stevie songs, and Mick and John's playing, plus all those earlier albums like Future Games, to keep Fleetwood Mac in the rock good pantheon. I'd have fired the new guy 30 years earlier than he was. 

favorite lyric:

Mirror in the sky

What is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Well, I've been afraid of changin'

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I'm getting older too

Like I said, the two Stevie Nicks tracks on Fleetwood Mac deserve every bit of the love they've gotten over the years. You can also see with just a quick glance around my blog that she's one of my most-posted artists. Please don't take me repping Christine as any disrespect for Stevie!

Do I like "Landslide" a little more than I otherwise might because it's specifically about outgrowing the aforementioned new guy? Maybe.  Or do I like it a little less than I otherwise might because I can't hear it without thinking of him? Maybe that too.

overall rating out of 10: Then: 9.4. Now: 9. The new guy went 2-for-4 for my money at the time, and the two that he whiffed on are genuinely terrible...but as bad as those two clunkers were, the rest of the album seemed perfect to me. Certainly among my most-played mainstream rock records into the early 80s. I was perfectly fine skipping one song on each side.

Even though nowadays I can't stand any of the songs he sings lead on, you take those off, and you STILL have "Landslide", "Rhiannon", "Say You Love Me", "Over My Head", and "Warm Ways". No album with ALL THOSE on them gets less than an 8.5, right?

I'm adding a few tenths each for how tightly Fleetwood and Mac are locked into each other and these songs on rythm (easily the most underrated duo of the era, sez me), and Keith Olsen's immaculate production. The score of 9 is therefore objectively correct and mathematically unassailable. LOL

I'm going to end where I began, by talking about Christine McVie. Instead of listening to this first and foremost as an album with a couple of giant Stevie Nicks songs, listen again to Fleetwood Mac as Christine McVie really lighting things up. She deserves so much more credit for the band's success than she gets, and seriously, "Over My Head" fucks. 

Now looky here, @aluacrescente . I know that YOU have strong feelings about this record, so spill! And the rest of you, too! I don't intend to have the last word on the albums in any of these Asks! Just the first one. :-) So lemme know what YOU think!

PS. Apologies for any formatting weirdness! I started this on desktop, where I do all my writing, saved the first few paragraphs to come back to later, only to be told by tumblr that I'd stated this on the app (DID NOT) and could only edit there. Grrr. Not cool, @staff. I've spent another day just tweaking to make it somewhat readable and wondering how these people can be so bad at their jobs. LOL

My crackpot opinions and wobbly writing are my own of course, and I'm aware that they have a larger negative impact on readability than tumblr's incompetence by far. LOL

[locke-writes]

Becoming Whole

Author: locke-writes

Title: Becoming Whole

Based On: Imagine Hotch falling in love with you, the person he hired to take care of Jack when he’s away  By: Myself. Originally Requested By: @lotsoffandomimagines​

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,038

Tag List: @opalsandlacemain​

After Haley was killed Aaron made a vow to keep Jessica in Jack's life. She was his aunt and regardless of whether or not her sister was alive she was still related to Jack, she was always going to be Aunt Jessica to him. It seemed cruel to cut her out of Jack's life for the sole fact that his mother, her sister, was gone. Family was family no matter what circumstances may occur.

Aaron supposed he knew that there had to be an end to the way he had been using Jessica. She was family that was true but family should not be delegated to babysitter and that was what he had been using her for as of late. It had been only six months since Haley died - he liked to think of it as died and not killed - yet his idea of keeping Jessica in Jack's life had changed to more having Jack in Jessica's life. He knew that he couldn't keep relying on her day in and day out. Rare occasions when he was home and able to take Jack to school or home from school meant Jessica had little freedom, but little freedom was not the same as all the freedom she once had.

She had turned from Aunt to babysitter in the six weeks since. Guilt weighed heavy on Aaron's shoulders, not just due to his belief that he was taking advantage of Jessica but because he felt he was burning the only bridge that he had for Jack to remember his mother by. Whether that was foolish or truth he didn't want to know, refusing to bring up the subject around Jack. Instead he began looking online for anyone who he felt would be a suitable match to care for Jack.

He began scouring the internet looking at general caretaker sites and individual sites although none seemed to be the right match. It wasn't fair to judge someone based on a profile but that was his job at he refused to believe that he could ever be wrong. Aaron wondered if his endeavor was hopeless because it certainly felt that way. He didn't want to give up, didn't want to forgo the endeavor as he wanted to make sure that there was someone he could count on, someone whose job that it actually was, to care for Jack.

Your name seemed to come up multiple times after he brought up that he was looking for someone to take care of Jack. His schedule was cleared for the week while he dealt with the parent teacher conference for Jack and he felt taking the week off (on call for major emergency's only) would be beneficial in scheduling your interview.

Resume in hand you knocked on the door of the Hotchner household. To say that the man who opened the door was intimidating at first was an understatement even if he did insist you call him Aaron it didn't help that he worked for the FBI. You wondered if he'd already run a background check on you or pulled whatever records on you that he could potentially gain access to.

Caretaker, that was your title. You joked that it always seemed to conjure images of the elderly rather than the children you seemed to care for but it always seemed a better term to you than babysitter or nanny. Aaron had to agree and was ultimately impressed with your experience and references. While he wouldn't tell you in the interview, you were the one person he felt could be truly compatible with Jack.

He called you an hour after the interview to offer you the job which you readily accepted.

The following week was your first meeting with Jack Hotchner. Aaron had asked you to meet him and Jack at the park near his house, a space where Jack often felt calm and a space that wouldn't make him feel as though there was an intruder in his home. This latter portion was specifically important to Aaron as he wanted Jack to never have to relieve that day. You would only learn later on what had happened to Haley.

Jack was shy at first, remaining by his father's side even after the reassurance that you were someone he could trust. It wasn't a new experience for you, getting children to open up and be welcoming, but you knew that it would take time. With Jack it took only a matter of minutes as you commented on one of the characters on his backpack. That launched Jack into a ten minute conversation on the cartoon with Aaron smiling as he watched his son interact with you. It seemed then that you were a perfect match.

And you still were, a year and a half later.

Aaron had never really thought about when you would stop caring for Jack. Perhaps when Jack was old enough that Aaron felt comfortable with him being home alone after school although that wasn't any time soon. You'd never made mention of wanting or looking for another job, you were happy at the Hotchner household and the Hotchner household was happy to have you.

Jack loved you and Aaron…might have been in love with you. Somewhere in the last few months he felt something changed when he looked at you, it wasn't something he wanted to admit to himself still thinking he wasn't ready after Haley. The team knew, and had met you, which meant that Dave had seen the way Aaron looked at you. What Aaron didn't acknowledge or felt he couldn't acknowledge, Dave saw and knew.

You cared for Jack, you cared for his father. Aaron recognized this yet he refused to say anything about it. His cases were important, Jack was important, feelings were something that could be pushed aside and buried deep down until maybe they simply ceased to exist.  Aaron convinced himself he wasn't ready, he wasn't going to be able to move on from Haley.

Although with you he knew all of that to be a lie.

It was all a lie, telling himself he didn't love you, that he didn't care for you. You cared for him, took care of him I ways he could truly never understand. Not that it was difficult to understand, but just that you didn't have to and yet you chose to. You were hired to take care of his son, he wasn't part of the job and yet in some ways you made sure he was cared for as well.

You picked Jack up from school, you cooked him dinner and made sure on the late nights that he went to bed on time. But you also made sure that there were leftovers for Hotch in the fridge, you made sure Jack had Skype calls with Aaron when he was off for cases, you took care of him more than you should. And Aaron began wondering why.

Why would you choose to care for him? It wasn't your job, you weren't getting paid extra for everything that you took care of specifically for himself although there were times that Aaron had provided more financial compensation than was agreed upon in the initial payment discussion and subsequent discussions regarding raises and bonuses. He always assured you he could afford it when you balked at taking money from him.

Had these been payments or ways for him to show he cared just the same?

It didn't hit him that he loved you until he came home from a case that had taken a week to long. Each night he called Jack he'd promised to be home soon, promised to take him to the aquarium like he'd been begging. He promised all sorts of things and as soon as he walked through the door he just wanted to collapse. What he'd seen, it wasn't anything new in terms of all the cases he'd been a part of but still, this time it hit differently.

But when the door opened and he walked inside there was something that made everything change. You were at the dining room table with Jack the two of you fighting off laughter while you struggled to maintain a firm command that Jack should continue his homework. It was simple but there it was, the moment that confirmed everything for Aaron.

He loved you. There was no doubting it. He loved you and this was what he wanted.

He wanted to see you when he came home. He wanted to be able to call you and talk to you when he was feeling overwhelmed. He wanted to hold you and hold your hand when taking Jack to the park. He wanted everything and he wanted it with you. Had he always been so blind? Had he always been so stubborn in his refusal to admit the truth?

"Is no one going to say hello?" He broke into the laughter and dropped his bag to the floor.

Jack launched himself at his father being wrapped into a hug.

You smiled, "Oh, hey Aaron! Sorry…we were a little occupied."

"I heard. A good joke?"

"Yeah. Have Jack tell it to you later, he's the one that came up with it"

He watched as you went into the living room to grab your things. It was always like this, he'd come home and you'd take your things and leave but he didn't want that this time. He had something he needed to say to you this time.

Aaron turned to Jack, "Hey, you think you can finish this in your room? We've got to talk about boring adult stuff"

Jack frowned but nodded and grabbed his notebook from the table. You set your bag back down and stepped into the kitchen, whatever was going to be talked about you hoped to lessen the blow by distracting Aaron with talk of dinner. He watched as you removed containers from the fridge.

"I hope you don't mind being childish. It's chicken nuggets with mac 'n cheese. I baked some cookies too."

"That's fine…do you want to stop for a second. It's nothing bad but it is serious"

You paused, was he just saying it wasn't bad because he wanted to soften the blow or was he being truthful"

"Ok. Go on."

"I've been refusing to accept it for too long and I don't know why. I've told you about Haley. I've told you about nearly everything and you've never backed away from it all. Maybe that scared me, maybe the fact that you could put up with all that was terrifying to me. I don't know."

"Aaron…"

"I'm in love with you."

"Oh"

"I needed you to know that. I needed to tell you that because keeping it from myself was tormenting me and I don't know how I'd bare keeping it a secret from you. I don't expect you to feel the same way and if you need to stop caring for Jack then I'll understand but"

You interrupted, "Yes I probably will have to look for a new job"

Aaron nodded.

"Because I don't want to be paid for taking care of the son of someone I love. That's just helping with parenting, no one needs to be paid for that."

He stared at you and you waited for him to say something before realizing that he was still processing what you had said. You knew the look on his face, it was the same one when he was trying to analyze an interrogation transcript trying to look for a flaw in the words.

"Aaron, I'm in love with you."

Before you knew it he was around the counter and kissing you. This was right, this felt right.

"Gross!" Jack's voice came from the hallway causing Aaron to pull away and turn towards his son.

"You were supposed to be in your room"

"I'm going back, can you not do that in the kitchen? I need someone to check my math homework."

"I'll be there in a minute Jack" you replied.

"Ok. Just make sure I'm not around when you're kissing from now on"

Aaron chuckled, "I guess I don't have to worry about telling him about us."

[teriwrites]

2020 Writing Wrap-Up

Something that I do every year on the 1st is go back through absolutely everything I’ve written throughout the previous year and compile it into one massive word document. Everything from outlining notes to unfinished short stories to my NaNo project wind up in that file, where I like to read back and reflect on what I’ve gotten done through the year. 

Every year, I end up having written more than I expected, and this year was no different! 

Total for 2020: 203,119!

This is the first recorded year (I think it’s year 4 that I’ve done this for?) in which I’ve cracked 200K! It’s also the first year I’ve ever actually followed through on my resolution to share some of my writing online! So as rough as 2020 has been, I still somehow managed to break some personal records in writing. Which probably has everything to do with the fact that I joined this community earlier this year, and it’s been incredibly encouraging and supportive!

I also branched out a bit more this year in a few ways. I worked on some poetry and prose, which is not something I’ve put a lot of time into before so tends to be a challenge. It’s nothing that I’ll be posting anytime soon, but it was fun to work on in the moment, which is especially important in such a wild year as 2020.

One snag that I definitely hit was the fact that I have a lot more unfinished work than most years. A majority of the short stories I started working on never got finished. But I can’t even be too upset about that, because I totally loved being able to read back on even the fragmented pieces I ended up with. And while I do think a large part of that (for me) is discipline over inspiration, I’m willing to accept that, sometimes, things will remain unfinished. And it’s okay to stop working on them. 

My overall focus shifted a bit this year, too, which was interesting. I worked more on longer things than most years - started out the year by finishing my first draft of Castle on the Hill, continued making some edits and reworking its outline, did a large part of Beneath Alder Creek’s first draft in November. Right now, I’m working on what I expect to be a novella by the time I’m done with it. It’s a big contrast to the usual, short and snappy short stories that fill most of my previous wrap-up files. But I still definitely write those sometimes, and it’s nice to be able to try stretching and testing my own boundaries. 

This is the part of my wrap-up where I go ham throwing in some of my favorite out-of-context quotes from a variety of different things I’ve worked on. Some of them might be familiar, a lot probably won’t. I’m going to post it beneath the thing so this doesn’t become even more absurdly long!

Some of the ~highlights~ of 2020:

First Thoughts in the Morning: wow the sexual tension between me and the alarm clock right now. Later Reflection: wtf? (a literal note on my notes app that I included because I Cannot remember writing any of this and it made me laugh)

Edriele’s gaze trailed down to the woman’s armor, and her stomach twisted. “Where did you find your attire?” The woman glanced down in surprise, as though she’d forgotten she was wearing it. “It was fitted to me when I gained my ranking. I suppose it draws attention, but after my confrontation at… you mean to ask me whether I’m impersonating a Knight!” “The thought had crossed my mind,” the Sister replied dryly. (novella WIP)

“Do you need to make a stop at your house before we head to the chapel?” Leslie asked as they started off. “What for?” Winnie asked. Leslie looked pointedly at the tip of her galoshes poking out from beneath her dress. With another roll of her eyes, Winnie sighed. “Oh, I suppose so.” (Beneath Alder Creek)

When the third meeting for the Society of the Hidden Immortal Tribe was called for the decade, I knew heads would roll. Gathering the entire society together took months. Everything had to be hush-hush; that was the entire point of spreading ourselves out. Plus, every time a letter arrived in the mail, it was a reminder of the idiot who had decided we needed a name change. Everybody agreed that being deemed the ‘S.H.I.T.’ was humiliating, but nobody could agree on a better title, so it had remained the same for nearly a full century. That was the problem with living forever. You always had more time to make decisions, and, in the end, nothing ever got done. (S.H.I.T.)

When she leaves, I’m not sure I remember a word of what she’s said. But as the stresses of the semester wash back in, and my mind clears like being pulled out of a dream, I suddenly understand how one could crash upon the rocks without realizing they’d ever changed their course. (A Modern Siren)

When Georg arrived later, he found Klaus leaning forwards onto the table, staring vacuously at one of his textbooks. "Studying hard?" he taunted as he approached and dropped into the seat Ingrid had been occupying. "I talked with Ingrid," Klaus explained. Georg's eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise, but he quickly recovered and looked pointedly at Klaus' posture. "Go that well, then?" "She said I'm arrogant and completely self-involved and that I never take what a girl says into account whenever I'm on a date." With a haunted gleam in his eye, Klaus stared up at his friend. "I think she's right." "Well then it's a good thing somebody pointed it out," Georg offered, and he turned to his work. (Castle on the Hill)

Takemoto Hana rested a hand over her face. She couldn’t see the swirling of darkness over her head, but she heard the whine behind its words. With a wry smile, she asked, ‘Do you not know how to brew tea?’ ‘Of course I know how to brew tea!’ The dark spirit’s voice boomed with a defensive defiance that rang false in the funny little woman’s ears.  (The Funny Little Woman)

“None of us want to be here right now,” Edgar called out to the hall. “None of us want to go back through the handbook and listen to the steps of proper etiquette in immortality. But it seems that, once again, it’s necessary.” “Dammit, Dave,” muttered the man next to me. I said nothing, but I couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. Dave was… how do I describe Dave? To call him an idiot would be underestimating his craftiness. To call him a genius, I’d have to ignore all of his dumb antics. Cruel was too strong. Misguided was too innocent. Mischievous fit best, but even that fell short. Dave was a trickster god, if ever one existed. (S.H.I.T.)

Ridiculous, he told me with a self-conscious laugh of someone who didn't expect to be believed. I smiled, but I didn't join in. (The Little Roads)

“Hey, where did Alina go?” Lorelai asked. Zoe shrugged, but Jaiden cleared his throat. “I think you crossed one of her boundaries, Lo. She specifically asked not to involve her girlfriend in this, and then you did anyways. I know we needed the help, but friendships have to be built on mutual trust, my dude. You should’ve at least let her know your plan before you went behind her back.” The two women stopped and shared a look. “Hey, Jaiden,” Zoe asked. “Do you know the capital of Canada?” He shook his head. “I dunno, Ontario?” “Amazing.” (Mirror, Mirror)

"We had a bet going over whether you'd make it in time," Hans told him. "Did you win or lose?" Josef replied. Hans flipped a 5-Deutsche Mark coin over to Peter, who grinned as he pocketed it. "I'm glad you have so much faith in me." Josef's voice dripped with sarcasm. (Castle on the Hill)

Taliesin reached over his head and grabbed at one of the low-hanging bows, picking leaves from it. “I’m not sure.” Winnie stopped. “What do you mean?” “I mean that I don’t know.” (Beneath Alder Creek)

While she attended to these, the man beside her began to stir. Ella could see him out of the corner of her eye, attempting to push himself up into a sitting position. ‘You may want to lie back down,’ she told him, scrubbing uselessly at her skirt. The man continued to sit up anyways, pressing a hand against the side of his face. ‘Am I killed?’ ‘No, but your savior may be.’ Ella threw her skirt back to the ground. ‘When the Madame sees the state of me, I’ll be spending my future afternoons off making a new dress out of the fabric scraps.’ A frown crossed the man’s face as he considered her words, followed by a scowl of understanding. ‘You work for them. The bourgeoisie.’ (Cinderella)

Ingrid took the seat and began digging through her bag for a book. As she did so, she explained, "There were no other tables open in the building - even in the quiet section upstairs - so I figured that I would just ask the first person I recognized if I could sit with them, and well... here we are." "Don't worry about it," Georg answered when Klaus found himself dumbstruck again. "Just ignore the oaf, he'll leave you alone." Ingrid shot a grin at Georg, and Klaus suddenly wondered whether it was a good idea to have the two of them sit together. (Castle on the Hill)

Up ahead, I could see the glass walls of the bus stop. Usually, I waited for the bus leaning against the metal frame of the stop, leaving the seats inside open for children on their way to school. But the seats were empty now. I still avoided them. (Flo’s Magical Emporium: The Pandemic)

Now, I ask that you do not feel too much self-pity. For as easy an error as it may be to mistake a visiting aristocrat’s son for the hired help, the true talent in such a display causing his immediate departure lies within you alone. And to think that the meeting was the work of your father’s tenuous sway over the court! Well, I am sure the time away will do him some good, lest you begin to consider that you’ve ruined his position as well as your prospects. (Dearly Detested,)

Edgar was at the front of the lecture hall, and standing beside him was Dave, smirking as though at some private joke that only he was in on. He was wearing sunglasses, despite the dim lighting of the room, probably because he thought he looked cool. I rolled my eyes. What a tool. (S.H.I.T.)

 The work is different now. Countryside pathways winding through the forest lie forgotten for years without the familiar steps of a traveler. Off beaten paths in the city are never unknown for long, and sometimes streets that were once crossed by thousands a day fall back into obscurity. (The Little Roads)

“How much time will you give me to think on it?” she asked suspiciously, wrapping her arms around herself as though afraid they’d reach out to him if not kept in check. “You have all the time in the world,” the golden man said. “The boy’s, however, runs out with every passing second.” He extended his hand. (Beneath Alder Creek)

You ever met a rich person? Not comfortably wealthy. Not ‘my Uncle Kenny is a lawyer’ rich. Not even ‘widow answering the door to her manor on a hill dressed in fine silk’ rich. No, I mean proper, so-much-money-you-literally-can’t-spend-it-fast-enough rich. They say it isn’t worth Bill Gates’ time to pick up a $100 bill off the floor because he’ll have earned more in the time it takes to grab it. That kind of rich. They seem to be bred for times like these. Their houses are a source of endless entertainment – movie theaters, bowling alleys, personal gyms with a view of the sprawling landscape they overlook like cruel dictators. There’s no need for them to leave during a pandemic; they have access to the equivalent of a luxury resort most families have to save up month to visit. Necessities can be stockpiled in one of the useless extra spaces in the house. I mean, I once had to hide out in a luggage room for a contract. That’s right. An entire room dedicated to holding luggage, bigger than some of the apartments I’ve rented. I thought their residential labyrinths were my greatest source of grief. But social distancing? I’m one bad contract away from retirement. (Bounty Hunter During a Pandemic)

Shaking his head, Detlef pulled a new sheet from his notebook. “Look, I’m just saying, if we can get the satire right, we can be a modern Jonathan Swift.” “I don’t want to be a modern Jonathan Swift, I want to be a student actually passing his debate course!” Peter snapped. (Castle on the Hill)

Moonlight illuminated the German’s fair hair and pale skin, the effect more malevolent apparition than man. (Face on the Other Side of a Dark Window)

Back then, he’d been known for commissioning the exact same portrait of himself every hundred years, hanging them in a hallway in his manor and trying to pass them off as his line of ancestors to any of the locals. It had been a far less skeptical age, and Dave had earned himself a small band of worshipers before Jeff Goldblum himself had been forced to intervene. (S.H.I.T.)

Clara stood before the board of advisors assisting with her thesis. She was one, very intense paper away from her M.A., and she wasn’t about to risk it all by being too proud to ask for help. When she’d made the appointment to meet with them, she expected a series of questions surrounding her topic. Instead, they’d opened by offering her a job. “You want me to steal from the school?” Dr. Pye wrinkled her nose at the suggestion. Next to her, Dr. Pritchard said, “Don’t think of it as theft, dear. It’s merely redistribution.” Clara hadn’t amassed tens of thousands of dollars in debt to be lectured on the definition of robbery. “Either way, it involves me sneaking into the Chemistry department and taking a huge risk to get you some new toys to play with.” (Origins: The Ghost)

“Why is undermining Pryderi so important to Queen Ceridwen that she would risk breaking a timeless alliance just to dismantle them?” Her stomach twisted into a knot, protesting against the answer. “There are few members of the Dusk Court that we know by title.” A shadow passed over Enid’s expression. “The Lord of the Undernell is second only to the Queen.” “Great deeds build the reputation of one in their own court. Cruelty builds it in both.” Taliesin buckled under Winnie’s weight as she suddenly leaned against him. (Beneath Alder Creek)

“Why are all my friends so quick to endanger themselves?” I muttered as I packed up Midas’ crate. Natalie swiveled around from the candy aisle. “So you’re finally willing to admit that we’re friends?” “Save it.” (Flo’s Magical Emporium: The Pandemic)

[intoxicatingimmediacy]

Visions Of Bodies Being Burned clipping.

clipping.'s second entry in their horror anthology collection follows up 2019's There Existed an Addiction to Blood by conjuring up an atmosphere that rarely allows a moment to catch your breath. Here the Los Angeles-based trio takes Apple Music through the record's many horrors.

Say the Name William Hutson: “I had always wanted to make a track using that phrase from the Geto Boys, and we had talked about doing a Dance Mania Chicago ghetto house track about Candyman. I always liked that idea of a slow, plodding, more dance-oriented track, using that line repeated as a hook.” Daveed Diggs: “We had always talked about how that line is one of the scariest lines in rap music, it's just really good writing. Scarface does that better than anybody. What we had was this very Chicago, these really specific reference points, to me, that I had to connect. That's how I saw the challenge in my head, was like there's this very Texas lyric and this very Chicago concept. Fortunately, Candyman already does that for you. It's already about the legacy of slavery in this country. So I just got to lean into those things.”

’96 Neve Campbell (feat. Cam & China) Jonathan Snipes: “This was actually the second thing we sent them—we made an earlier beat that had a sample that we couldn't clear. We wanted to make something that sounds a little more like jerk music and something that's a little bit more tailored for them.” WH: "We didn't have our Halloween, Friday the 13th slasher song. The idea was to not have Daveed on it at all, except to rap the hooks, and just to have female rappers basically standing in for the final girl in a slasher movie. But then we liked Daveed's lines, we wanted him to keep rapping on it.” DD: “It felt too short with just two verses. We were like, ‘Well, put me on the phone and make me be the killer.’” WH: “There's a Benny the Butcher song called '’97 Hov,' this idea of referring to a song by a date and a person that's the vibe you're going for. So some of the suggestions were like, '’79 Jamie Lee Curtis' or '’82 Heather Langenkamp.' But then with Daveed on the phone and making a Scream reference, '’96 Neve Campbell' made more sense.”

Something Underneath DD: “There's a whole batch of songs we recorded in New York while I was also doing a play, and so we'd work all day and then I'd go do this show at night. For a long time, there was a version of this one that I couldn't stand the vocal performance on. It's obviously a pretty technical song, and I just never nailed it and I sound tired and all of this. So it ended up being the last thing we finished.”

Make Them Dead WH: “We did ‘Body & Blood’ and ‘Wriggle,’ which both take literal samples from power electronic artists and turned them into dance songs. The idea for this was, let's do a song that instead of borrows from power electronics and makes it into a dance song, let's try to just make a heavy, slow, plodding thing that feels like real power electronics.” DD: “When we finally settled on how this song should be lyrically, it was actually hard to write. Just trying to capture that same feel. There's something about power electronics that feels instructional, feels like it's ordering you to do something. The politics around it are varied, depending on who is making the stuff. But in order to sit within that, it had to feel political and instructional, but then that had to agree with us.”

She Bad WH: “That's our witchcraft track.” JS: “Obviously, this ended up having some melodies in it, but it started as those, but it really is just field recordings and modular synths, and there isn't a beat so much and the melody is very obtuse in the hooks. It's mostly just looped and cut field recordings.” DD: “I've been moving away from something that we did in a lot of our previous records, like really super visual, like precise visual storytelling that feels really cinematic, where I'm just actually pointing the camera at things, so that was fun to try that again.”

Invocation (Interlude) (with Greg Stuart) WH: “It's a joke about Alvin Lucier's beat pattern music, his wave songs and things like that, but done as if it was trying to summon the devil.”

Pain Everyday (with Michael Esposito) DD: “I love this song so much. Also, I definitely learned while writing it why people don't write whole rap songs in 7/8. It's not easy. The math, the hidden math in those verses is intense. It kept breaking my brain, but now that it's all down, I can't hear it any other way, it sounds fine. But getting there was such a mindfuck.” WH: “So then the idea was it's in 7/8, it's about a lynched ghost, so the idea we had was a chase scene of the ghost of murdered victims of lynching.”

Check the Lock WH: “This was conceived as a sequel to a song by Seagram and Scarface called ‘Sleepin in My Nikes.’ That was a rap song about extreme paranoia that I always thought was cool and felt like a horror, like an aspect of horror.” JS: “This is the one time on this album that we let ourselves do that like John Carpenter-y, creepy synth thing.”

Looking Like Meat (feat Ho99o9) DD: “I think they reached out wanting to do a song, and this had always felt, we always wanted this to be like a posse track, kind of. This was another one that I wasn't going to write a voice for actually, we were going to try to find a better verse.” JS: “Which is why the hooks are all different—we were going to fill them in specifically with features, but sometimes features don't work out. This is like our attempt at making the more sort of aggressive, like a thing that sounds more like noise rap than we usually do.” WH: “The first thing on this beat was I bought 20 little music boxes that all played different songs, and I stuck them all to a sounding board and put contact microphones on it, and just cranked them each at the same time.”

Eaten Alive (with Jeff Parker & Ted Byrnes) DD: “I had been in this phase of listening to Nipsey [Hussle] all day, every day, and all I wanted to do was figure out how to rap like that. So from his cadence perspective, it's like my best Nipsey impression, which we didn't know was going to turn into a posthumous tribute.” WH: “And the rapping was also partly a tribute, just spiritually a tribute to No Limit Records. That's why it's called 'Eaten Alive,' which is named after a Tobe Hooper horror movie about a swamp.”

Body for the Pile (with Sickness) WH: “It already came out [in 2016]. It ended up being on an Adult Swim compilation called NOISE. We did it with Chris Goudreau, our friend who is just a legendary noise artist called Sickness.” JS: “We always thought that would be a great song to save for a horror record, and then years went by and we weren't going to include it, because we thought, ‘Well, it's out and it's done.’ We looked around and I don't know, that comp isn't really anywhere and that track is hard to find, and we really like it and we thought it fit really nice. When we started putting it in the lineup of tracks and listening to it as an album, we realized it fit really nicely.”

Enlacing WH: “The cosmic pessimism of H.P. Lovecraft is all about the horror of discovering how small you are in the universe and how uncaring the universe is. So this song was about accessing that fear by getting way too high on Molly and ketamine at the same time, then discovering Cthulhu or Azathoth as a result of getting way too fucking high.” JS: “My memory is that this was never intended to be a clipping. song, that you and I made this beat as an example of, ‘Hey, we can make normal beats.’” DD: “That Lovecraftian idea was something that we played in opposition to a lot on Splendor & Misery, so it was good to revisit in a way where we were actually playing into it, and also it definitely feels to me like just being way too high.”

Secret Piece WH: “We wanted to really tie the two albums together, so the idea was to get everyone who played on any of the albums to contribute their one note. So we assembled the recordings of dawn and forests, and then almost everyone who played on either of these two albums contributed one note.” JS: “We have a habit of ending our albums with a piece of processed music or contemporary music. We ended midcity with a take on a Steve Reich phased loop idea, and we ended CLPPNG with a John Cage piece, and then There Existed ends with Annea Lockwood's 'Piano Burning.' So we wanted something that felt like the sun was coming up at the end of the horror movie, a little bit.” WH: “That was the idea was that we were exiting, it's dawn in a forest. So dawn in a forest in a slasher movie or a horror movie usually means you're safe, right? The end of Friday the 13th one, the sun comes up and she's in the little boat, but that doesn't end well for her either. We did not have the jump scare at the end like Friday the 13th.” DD: “I pushed for it a little bit, but some people thought it was too corny.”

[lucarioisinthevoid]

Twitch Streamer AU???

(I planned on pushing out a FEW AU asks, but then realized I don’t even have so many. There’s going to be a FNAC event, but that will be an event, not a specific AU ask, so- I guess this is it! Very cursed AU, thank you very much Anon Small warning for mentions of blood, I think? Nothing too bad.)

Streamers, youtubers, content creators. Some people are all of these, some people are none, and some are just one- because each of them needed a very different talent. Those who could do seemingly everything were few and far between- And they ruled the entertainment scene! Thankfully though, the main three as most called them, were also always out for new content to watch. Thus they boosted those that they saw potential in. With some taking the boost and then going off to do their own thing- And some becoming good friends. It always started with a letter. Mike had the habit to do things on stream, as long as no personal details were not visible on them. He used a false email which he regularly changed, and he generally kept himself as safe as possible. Opening emails on stream could be rather fun, even if it was a risk. Sometimes it encouraged people to send bad things- So to prevent the worst, nothing would be downloaded and all emails containing images would be put into the spam bin. Better safe than sorry, the internet was full of terrible people. This day so far had been successful. And by successful it meant that Mike was SCREAMING. “I HATE SUPER MEAT BOY. I WILL COMMIT VIOLENCE AGAINST MEAT IN A MINUTE. I HAVE A BIG F-CKING STEAK IN THE KITCHEN, AND I WILL THROW IT AGAINST THE F_CKING WALL. I WILL GET A HAMMER.” The chat was going wild, cheering. The chat’s phrase of today was “tender Mikey” and it didn’t help at all. “I DID. NOT. HIT THAT! I DID NOT!” A donation popped up, with a robotic voice. ‘Oh hai Mark!’ “NOT FUNNY! NOT F-CKING FUNNY. I’M SUFFERING HERE AND ALL OF YOU SUPPORT IT. YOU’RE ALL F-CKING MONSTERS HERE, I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT. AND I’M NOT F-CKING TENDERIZING THE MEAT WHEN I SLAP IT AROUND, I’LL RIP IT INTO PIECES AND CONSUME IT RAW!” Standing up, he genuinely went to get it- And fifteen minute later he had slightly calmed down, his hands and room slightly bloody. The chat was still celebrating and donating- another thing that never failed to make Mike BEG them to stop and use the money for something GOOD and SENSIBLE, LIKE THEM-FUCKING-SELF- but he had gotten out most of the energy. “Alright. Alright everyone. ENOUGH. I gotta stop you HERE. It’s email time.”   A celebratory jingle played, as Mike booted up the website, opening the inbox. Memes, storytime, I’m-not-fucking-reading-that-and-you-know-it, and- One of the emails caught his- and the chat’s- attention, however. Sender: Fazbear Entertainment Topic: Challenge Needless to say- once again the chat was out of control and this time there was NOTHING Mike could do to stop them. After opening the email, Mike slowly took a deep breath and looked into the camera, between concerned and honored- But that wouldn’t be enough to rip him from his carefully maintained persona. So he audible scoffed- albeit him being unable to hide an excited grin. “Alright bitches and bastards in the audience- we’re firing SuperMeatBoy up again. You won’t be catching ME losing to a pink son of a bitch anytime soon!” After the letter- provided it was accepted and responded to, the production happened. The deal was that a teaser was dropped on the big channel- The entire video itself was put on the smaller one, attracting the viewers over and hopefully make them more likely to want to see the other works the creator had put out. It was a win-win overall, the big channel being able to vary their content, testing the water for new things- and the smaller channel getting a boost and a lot of tips from very experienced creators. Henry and Dave were very generous people. Jeremy was sitting there, taking deep breaths, trying to stay calm. So far, everyone seemed to be rather kind, even if Jeremy was basically a complete nobody. Hell, he never wanted to be anybody. He just wanted to stream himself baking, for those who never had someone baking with them. Because baking could feel stressful, especially when you were missing ingredients or- many reasons, actually. Not only baking, but cooking too- Sometimes playing games on request, but not much in terms of requests ever came in. And now he was here in an actual studio, soon to be seen by an insane amount of people. A cooking competition. Sounded silly- you couldn’t really FIGHT in something like that… But… Henry and Dave had promised it would be fun. And they were nice. With and without the cameras rolling. Speaking off- There they were, approaching, their assistant coming along. He wore a weird phone-head, to ensure his privacy. Or something. It was kinda weird, but he had just accepted the answer he got. “Why, there you are, Jeremy! Would you like to see the equipment we have prepared?” Henry warmly asked, reaching down with his hand to help his guest stand up. “We have gotten a few extra things, just in case.” As they entered the studio, Jeremy’s invisible eyes went WIDE. “Woah- that looks really nice! I love it here! This is high quality stuff-!” “Fantastic!” Pleased Henry opened his arms in his typical theatrical manner- Before being abruptly interrupted by Dave jumping in, halfway over Henry’s shoulder. “ARE YA READY TO GO!? CAMERAS ARE READY!” “Ah- I- I guess- but-“ “YOU HEARD HIM, BOYS! GET IT ROLLIN’!” “W-wait, I don’t even have-“ “Everyone! Welcome to NOTHIN’ AT ALL!” Henry swiftly fitted in, continuing on with the intro. “Todays challenger is the man, the legend, the baker and occasional chef- Jeremy from Baking With Jeremy!” “Wait, what- that’s seriously your channel name, pal?” A bit offended Jeremy looked into the eyes of the people behind the camera. “U-uh- you guys here- I mean- he has literally called his channel Henry Miller! I- uhm- I-“ Snickering Henry put a hand on his guest’s shoulder. “You are very right about that. Say, are you nervous about losing?” “… n-no. I mean- maybe a little. This place here is big and very professional and I’m not used to many people looking at me…” Taking a deep breath, he gave off a nervous smile for the audience. “… yet, I know- it’s a good thing! And as long as everyone has fun, everything will work out!” “Awwwww, look at him!” Dave said, pleased. “You’re so right! We’ll be havin’ fun!” “But also, I will win.” Henry pointed out. “That is when I have the most fun.” Slightly playful Jeremy smiled. “K-keep that attitude, that will make it even easier to blindside you!” Simon whistled, clearly bemused as he held the camera in place- And Henry smirked. “Sure. Anyhow, the stakes are-“ “Steaks? We’re makin’ steaks? I thought we planned on-“ “Dave. I swear to god.” Henry looked at him from the side, before shaking his head. “What is on the line is easy to see- we have roughly an hour to cook the best meal. If Jeremy wins, we will donate 5000 to a charity of his choice!” “And if the young pal loses, he’ll be joinin’ our channel!” Dave chirped. This was news to the brown-haired boy. “W-wait, we never agreed to that-“ “GET TO YOUR STATIONS!” Someone in the back announced. “WHO’S TODAYS FAVORITE?” Simon checked the stream. “The chat says Jeremy is a clear winner. Nobody trusts Henry to keep his two braincells together for long enough to not forget the salt or something.” “Excuse?!” Not only Henry was APPALLED by the chat, Dave joined right in. “Ya guys have NO taste. I’ll be clearly winnin’… but hey, maybe ya peeps don’t know that I plan to cheat!” Surprised Jerry looked over to Dave’s cooking station. “How… how can you cheat at cooking-“ Before he could finish his sentence, he shrieked as Dave pulled out a flamethrower. “HELL YEAH BABY, I AIN’T WAITING 30 MINUTES FOR SOMETHING TO COOK IN THE OVEN, I’LL BE DONE IN FIFTEEN MINUTES MAX!” “W-WAIT THAT DOESN’T SEEM SAVE-“ Henry just raised his hands, cheerful. “Ready… set…” The Phone Guy made eye- well, rotary- contact with Jeremy, slightly raising a fire extinguisher that was by his side. … alright, it seemed the people here were well-prepared for this scenario. So instead he focused on the ingredients in front of him. Almost manic, Henry’s voice rang. “GO!” And… … that was it! Some joined, with amazing results- Mike rubbed his face. “Who thought that was a great idea. I fucking hate this.” Dave next to him on the couch just grinned. “It’s amazin’ what these websites all offer to sell. You won’t be BELIEVIN’ what’s in this box!” “I’M NOT OPENING IT.” “YOU WILL. OTHERWISE IT’LL HUNT YOUR DREAMS. I’LL PUT THIS BOX NEXT TO YOUR BED. YOUR TOILET. ONTO YOUR DINNER TABLE. INTO THE FRIDGE. I’LL ORDER MORE OF THESE BOXES.” “Jesus CHRIST, calm DOWN-“ “I WILL FIGHT YA TO THE DEATH OLD PAL-“ - and some people just went back to the usual pattern, with the occasional raid from Fazbear Entertainment. They asked first, of course. Each of them fulfilled their own niche, each of them had caught Henry’s and Dave’s attention in one way or another. Henry and Dave however- Well, Dave was the varied creator. Henry liked his niche. He played horror, investigated ARGs, read stories about real and fictional crimes against humanity. The world was a terrible place, wasn’t it? Yet he reveled in it. Aside from that he showed extra effects, he built machines and thought everyone one or another thing about creating special effects at home. From dry ice to genuinely ridiculous chain-reactions, Henry showed them it all. Blood too, multiple forms of it, depending on how and where it would be used. Sometimes breaking it off with more light-hearted one-off games and listening to what his community wanted to see… but the most comfortable he was with horror and analysis. He was a youtuber, a streamer, a content creator… … and one thing more. It wasn’t easy to find the code. But his intended audience were a very small amount of people. A small number of strangers. There was no way to know if anyone ever made it to more than one show, but Henry did not care. It wasn’t for them that he did this. Him and William moved down, down below the set, into the lowest regions of the house. The workshop. Nobody really question why you added what to your home if you were a creative person. Even less so if you were a famous, eccentric creator. Yes, the free reign was what he REALLY loved about his job. Maybe he should build his studio somewhere else- But like this it was so much more thrilling! Wordlessly both of them put on their suits. It would hide their identity perfectly- especially the animal heads that contorted their voices a bit. Enough. Today’s participant wore a mask too- another phone head, differently made, different style, but to hide their identity too. However, the voice was in no way muffled. Panicked the person dragged on the chains keeping them attached to the chair. “H-HELLO!? HELLO!? S-SOMEONE- IS SOMEONE HERE!?” A noisy one! Delightful! Both Fredbear and Springbonnie stepped out of the shadows, one form each side. While Springbonnie put his hands gently on the shoulders of the whimpering person, Fredbear stepped in front of the camera, bowing. “Ladies and gentlemen-“ The low voice sounded more like the one of an animal than from a person. Yet it was smooth and comforting. “- I welcome you to yet another installment of our show. I am Fredbear, and over there is my wonderful assistant, Springbonnie. Today we have brought a simple stranger, a nobody who might not even be missed. Thusly I encourage you to truly be creative with your ideas. And while your votes roll in, maybe I point out that next time we will have another little game-show, with quite the effects. We might even get a real bull! You will not want to miss it.” The board above the camera blinked up, as a bitter fight of votes started, everyone wanting to see something else. Three tiers to vote on! Foreplay (light injuries), main course (heavy injury leading to death) and of course what to do with the body. Below it was a little measure for “face reveal”. Some of their viewers really enjoyed seeing the expressions during and after. It came with a risk to Fredbear and Springbonnie, as the victim being recognizable meant their general area of activity was more obvious- thus it was incredibly expensive. They knew there was every now and again law enforcement mixed up between the genuine watchers. It was thrilling too- Yet Fredbear wanted to keep this game alive as long as he could. Thus it was important to hide what they could. Fredbear was a creator first and foremost, an entertainer second- And there was nothing that attracted an HONEST, an UNRESTRAINED, a PURE audience quite like violence. Once blood spilled, humans degraded and it was wonderful. Behind him, the victim began rattling even more erratic. “WHAT- WHAT IS THIS?! LET ME OUT- PLEASE- LET ME OUT- PLEASE- I- DIDN’T DO ANYTHING-“ Burying his hands into the shoulders of Springbonnie downright cackled, enjoying the mania that always accumulated in these situation. “Be still, new friend! The audience HATES too much whining, y’know? And at least you could die with your tongue still intact, wouldn’t that be nicer than having to swallow the thing? Once it almost killed someone, boy, that sure was a bother!” His voice was changed to a cartoonish, upbeat pitch- “While the votes come in, how about we quiz today’s friend… maybe if you are smart enough, they will want you to live! It happened before… o n c e.” Fredbear took out a long scalpel, the face a morbid grimace. “Surprise us!”

[bing-fucker]

Um that's a big YES on an au where Marvin is a king and Jamie is part of his harem? OR, maybe an au where Marvey finally gets to act on that fantasy of his, it's the 1950's, Jamie is the stay-at-home husband to some rando that doesn't appreciate him, and Marvin is the neighbor who comes over when rando is gone and shows Jamie just how much he appreciates him (bonus points, the neighbor invites Marv over for dinner not knowing he fucked Jamie over that very dinner table only a few hours earlier)

I am so glad that finally someone is appreciating Marvin's weird ass fantasy of Jameson as a 1950s house "wife". I also do have more ideas for the harem AU, but I want to make it a multichapter thing, so you guys will see that soon-

Also for the sake of it, this is an AU not a roleplay. So brief world building; It's the 1950s. Gay people are not only accepted, but active members of society all over the world. That's kind of it for the AU. God, can you imagine that? Run 1950s aesthetic without any racism or homophobia? Wish that were us.

Bonus points to anyone who can guess who Anthony is.

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of emotional neglect, cum used as lube. As always, ask me to add any necessary warnings!

Marvin's neighbor was gorgeous. Not in the way that flowers were gorgeous or that models were gorgeous. Marvin's neighbor was gorgeous in the way that jewels you couldn't afford was gorgeous. Marvin's neighbor was gorgeous in the way that you couldn't take your eyes off of him when he was doing something. He was adorable with black hair and baby seal grey eyes and a cute mustache and dresses that he liked to spin around in in the garden. He was gorgeous, and Marvin wanted him.

Marvin always wanted what he couldn't have. But this was more than that. Marvin didn't just want Jameson - his neighbor - because he couldn't have him. He didn't just want to fuck Jameson- well. He did. He very much did. But he also wanted to hold him close and spin him around in circles and give him soft kisses and watch the way Jameson's face lit up.

Jameson was married was the biggest problem. He had a husband who was, to say the least, not good. He was always gone all day and then when he got home he never even greeted Jameson with a kiss! They'd moved in when they were newly weds, and back then Jameson's husband was lovely. He was always happy to see Jameson and gave him kisses- and he was loud and the houses were close, so Marvin was always able to hear him. Marvin never heard them anymore. Which was horrible. Jameson deserved to be made love to! And held down and fucked until he couldn't think. But that was besides the point.

Marvin had a stool specifically placed by his fence so he could stand on it and look over and watch Jameson garden. Which was probably slightly creepy, but all the times Jameson had noticed he'd just given a silent laugh and turned back to gardening. So Marvin was pretty sure it was just accepted at this point.

"So, what're we planting today?" Marvin asked, looking over the fence at Jameson.

Jameson looked up at him and smiled brightly. He was wearing a pink dress that Marvin absolutely loved. Although, he knew from his - generously called - research that Jameson was color blind. So it wasn't often that the little gentleman wore colors, but he always looked lovely.

"Actually, I'm just pulling up weeds today," Jameson signed, smiling brightly up at Marvin. "What are you gardening today?"

"Oh, the usual," Marvin replied, waving a hand. "I've planted herbs and now I'm going to watch them die." Marvin was a stage magician, and rather good at it. It was almost every other skill in his life that he lacked. Jameson laughed silently and stood, brushing off his gloves. Jameson was a fastidiously clean man. Marvin was pretty sure he wore gloves under his gardening gloves, but he'd never gotten confirmation.

"Would you like to come over for some tea?" Jameson asked, cocking his head.

Marvin blanked, blinking slightly. "Like, alone? Just us?"

"Well, of course," Jameson replied. "Unless you'd prefer I invite Chase?" Chase lived across the street with his wife and kids and who he said was a childhood friend, but Marvin was pretty sure was his boyfriend.

"Nope! No, I'm good. Let me just get changed into something more appropriate for tea than my 'sitting and watching my garden die' clothes," Marvin said, grinning. Jameson laughed again and nodded, waving goodbye to Marvin as he went back in his house. Marvin silently cheered as he went back to his own house to change into something that would impress the little gentleman.

Marvin knocked politely on the door, rocking back and forth on his heels excitedly. He was dressed simply- just a button up and casual slacks. But it was certainly more appropriate than what he usually wore when spying on Jameson- which was a tee shirt and whatever trousers were easiest for him to get out of or palm himself through.

Jameson opened the door, grinning at Marvin. Marvin grinned back, entering the house when Jameson beckoned him in. Marvin had never been inside Jameson's house before. Usually when he and - Dave? Anthony? Anthony sounded more right - Anthony spoke it'd be at Marvin's house or by their mailboxes. And looking around, Marvin could almost, almost, forgive Anthony for being gone so often.

The entire house - or at least what Marvin could see - was entirely in black, white, or grey. It looked like a show on the telly. Marvin supposed it was because Jameson designed it and this was all he could see, but it was still depressing.

"Do you like it?" Jameson asked excitedly.

"It's very clean," Marvin settled on, looking around. Jameson seemed to accept that as a compliment and grabbed Marvin's hand, leading him into the kitchen. Marvin swallowed thickly, looking at where his and Jameson's hands were joined.

The Kitchen was as clean as the rest of the house. And equally monochrome. But it was sort of charming. There was a vase full of bright yellow flowers that gave it a pop of color and worked rather well with Jameson's pink dress. Marvin very distinctly ignored the idea of bending Jameson over the table and fucking him like in those porn magazines that Marvin would never admit to owning.

"Here you go," Jameson signed after setting a cup of tea in front of Marvin.

"Thank you!" Marvin said, carefully adding a bit of milk to his tea and looking at Jameson, who was very carefully counting out sugar spoonfuls to put in his tea.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Marvin asked, sipping his tea.

Jameson shrugged. "Not sure. You just always watch me garden, and I wanted to get to know you!"

"Oh!" Marvin smiled. "Well, tell me about yourself." Of course, Marvin knew everything about Jameson, but he loved watching Jameson sign.

A few hours later, Marvin finally stood to leave. They'd spent the past few hours talking and laughing. Marvin had flirted a lot and, oddly, Jameson flirted back. The little gentleman blushed and laughed, resting his hand on Marvin's shoulder and thigh. Marvin adored it. He adored having Jameson's attention, adored the little gentleman flirting with him despite his marriage.

"Oh." Marvin turned away from wishing Jameson goodbye at the voice. He turned to Anthony, grinning brightly. Anthony was a handsome enough man. He always wore a scarf or high collared shirt, and his eyes were two different colors.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize Jamie had a friend over," Anthony said, looking at Marvin. Jameson blushed faintly, going over to Anthony and kissing his cheek in greeting.

"Oh, I just stopped by for tea and a chat," Marvin said, shrugging. "It was nice to see you, Anthony. Thank you for the tea, Jamie."

"Oh, hey," Anthony said, snapping. "Why don't you join us for dinner tomorrow?"

"Oh! Well, if Jamie doesn't mind," Marvin agreed, looking at Jameson, who just shrugged happily. "Then I'll see you two tomorrow." Marvin turned to leave.

"Hey, I'll walk you out," Anthony said, slinging an arm around Marvin's shoulders and steering him out of the house.

Anthony paused on the front porch, looking at Marvin. "Thanks for keeping Jamie company today," he said genuinely. "He gets really lonely during the days, you know."

"Well, he's a great guy," Marvin said. "I'm happy to spend time with him."

"He is great, isn't he?" Anthony looked at the house, then back at Marvin with a hard glare once he was sure Jameson was busy.

"Now listen here," he growled. "Jameson is my husband, and I'm doing what I can to keep him. So you keep whatever freaky shit you're into away from him, got it?"

"Oh, really? Doing what you can to keep him?" Marvin replied, sounding almost bored. "Is that why you leave him alone all day and then come home smelling like someone else's cologne?" Marvin pat Anthony's shoulder cheerfully before he could respond. "Well, see you tomorrow, Anthony! You folks have a good night!" With that, he turned and walked back next door.

That night, as Marvin lay in bed, he could hear them. He felt a small twinge of satisfaction that after their conversation, Anthony would touch Jameson for the first time in months. He laid back, biting his lip and wrapping a hand around his cock as he imagined he was the one over Jameson, holding him close and driving him to the edge of oblivion.

Not far away, Jameson lay beneath his husband, his eyes closed tight. He was, for once, glad for his inability to speak, as he was very sure it would be Marvin's name he was moaning if he could.

-

The next day, Marvin stopped by long before dinner would be ready, and long before Anthony was home. Jameson looked confused for a second, then smiled brightly as Marvin presented him with flowers.

"I noticed the ones on your kitchen table were looking a little sad yesterday," Marvin said, even though they weren't.

Jameson nodded in agreement, even though they weren't. "Would you like to come in for tea?"

"I'd love to," Marvin agreed, following Jameson into the kitchen with a smile. Jameson's dress was white today, with little blue flowers embroidered all over it.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Jameson asked, setting a cup of tea in front of Marvin before going back over to the counter to prepare his own.

"Oh, I just know how lonely you get during the day," Marvin replied. "Figured I'd come and keep you company. Unless you'd prefer I leave?"

"No, please don't!" Jameson signed quickly, turning around to look at Marvin.

Marvin slowly approached Jameson, tilting the little gentleman's chin up and admiring the blush dusting his freckled cheeks.

"He touched you last night," he muttered, licking his lips at the shy look on Jameson's face. "He was jealous, because I was here with you. Because he knows you'd prefer it was me above you, holding you close and pleasuring you."

"I-" Jameson's hands faltered as he made eye contact with Marvin. "I'm married..." he signed weakly.

"That's half the fun," Marvin replied, leaning down and kissing Jameson deeply. Jameson didn't even bother to put up a fight for appearances, he simply tangled his hands in Marvin's hair and returned the kiss. Marvin groaned softly and wrapped his arms around Jameson's waist, picking the younger up easily and specifically carrying him not to the kitchen table, but to the dining room table.

"There we go," Marvin breathed, setting Jameson on the table and lifting his skirt eagerly. Jameson blushed, looking at Marvin shyly.

"Don't worry, gorgeous," Marvin purred, slotting himself between Jameson's legs and kissing him again. "As much as I may want to, I won't mark you. Can't have your husband finding out, after all~"

Jameson blushed more and bit his lip at the mention of his husband, gasping softly as Marvin quickly distracted him. Marvin grinned, slowly stroking Jameson's cock with one hand as he pulled the younger's boxers off with the other. Having Jameson like this, laid out beneath him and squirming, was better than Marvin had ever imagined. Jameson's back arched and he gasped loudly as he came. Marvin grinned and made sure none of it got onto Jameson's dress. It was crude and a bit gross, but no way in hell was Marvin leaving Jameson alone long enough to get proper lube. So he slowly coated his fingers in the little gentleman's cum and pushed them into him.

"Relax, gorgeous, it's okay," Marvin purred, gently kissing Jameson as he fingered him open. Jameson whined into the kiss, rocking his hips down insistently and pulling Marvin closer. Marvin groaned softly and pulled his fingers out, quickly using the left over cum to lube his cock before pushing into Jameson slowly.

Jameson gasped, arching his back and rocking down against Marvin insistently. Marvin leaned down and pressed a kiss to Jameson's lips as he slowly started moving, thrusting in and out of Jameson with long, slow movements. It was, as this entire afternoon had been, better than he could have ever imagined Jameson was ridiculously responsive to everything he did and so sensitive and he squeezed deliciously around Marvin's cock.

"God, you're perfect," Marvin breathed, moving slightly faster, as he could tell that Jameson was getting close and he wanted nothing more than to feel and see the way Jameson orgasmed around his cock. Jameson blushed and hid his face in Marvin's neck as he came. Marvin grinned and leaned back, kissing Jameson deeply as he came. Jameson panted softly, opening his eyes and looking at Marvin tenderly.

"You're beautiful," Marvin muttered, kissing Jameson briefly.

"You're amazing," Jameson replied, smiling at Marvin.

Marvin smiled and gently pulled out and away, fixing his clothes and then helping Jameson into a sitting position and fixing his dress. "I should probably go."

"Probably."

"You should probably shower."

"Care to join me?"

"Hell yes," Marvin breathed, scooping Jameson up bridal style and carrying him up to his bathroom.

That night, Marvin sat at the dining room table across from Jameson. Jameson occasionally blushed and avoided Marvin's eyes as Anthony gently squeezed his hand, completely oblivious to what the pair had done just hours before. The fact that Anthony sat exactly at the spot where Marvin previously had Jameson laid out was like the icing on the cake.

"So, what have you been up to today, Marvin?" Anthony asked politely.

"Oh, nothing much. Visiting a few neighbors, mostly working on the choreography for my new show," Marvin replied, quietly slipping his shoe off and reaching across under the table and running his foot up Jameson's leg gently. Jameson jumped slightly, looking at Marvin and blushing. After that, dinner continued as normal with the addition of Marvin's foot pressed against Jameson's cock.

-

For months it continued like that. Marvin would sneak over to Jameson's during the day (or Jameson would sneaking over to Marvin's) and they'd fuck like newly weds. But there was something else that was simultaneously beautiful and worrying. They didn't just fuck, was the thing. They would dance around the living room, and bake, and hold each other and watch TV and if it weren't for all the sneaking around, Marvin could almost believe that he and Jameson were married.

Which was what brought them to now. Jameson was laying on top of Marvin, hed tucked under Marvin's chin and Marvin holding him close. They'd had a few rounds before now, and they were relaxing and it all came to a head.

"Run away with me," Marvin said, looking down at Jameson.

"What?" Jameson replied, furrowing his brows.

"Run away with me. Leave Anthony, come with me. We can go anywhere you want!"

"I- Why?"

"Because I'm in love with you, Jameson Jackson. Run away with me."

"Okay," Jameson replied, gently kissing Marvin. "I'm in love with you, too, Marvin the Magnificent."

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Fri 12 July

Liam's clothing collection promo continues, more slick videos (he's talking in some of today's as well as posing sexily, that's nice) and, less welcomed by many fans, he reposted Cheryl's post of her hugo items. But the real Liam news of the day is even less fun I'm afraid; he's booked to play the Jeddah World Fest in Saudi Arabia, which is receiving attention after Nicki Minaj cancelled her performance in a show of support for "the rights of women, the LGBTQ community and freedom of expression." Billboard reports that the Human Rights Foundation has issued a call for the other performers to do the same, specifically Liam, asking him to "use his global influence and platform in solidarity with the Saudi women’s rights activists who are currently in prison." They ask Liam as "an outspoken supporter of women’s rights and LGBTQ+ rights" to cancel as a message to "a [government] that punishes homosexuality by imprisonment or death." Hey Liam! Do the thing! Turn this unhappy news upside down, I'd be a very happy updater indeed if I were able to report that Liam had taken this stand and I am hopeful🤞In more cheerful Liam news, he posted a very cute happy giggly picture today, which I appreciate, but not gonna lie I'd rather see him cancel this appearance.

Louis content/build up continues and IT IS WORKING! We are excited! Today we got an instagram post to his main account of THREE in studio pics; they're old (unseen) pics but we get the idea, message received loud and clear, music is coming. Hell yeah. 1883 has now listed yesterday's pretty photo as a poster as well, if you'd rather that than the magazine cover poster that was listed yesterday. They will "print your artwork ...on the highest quality setting on our HP Inkjet printer." Lol okay so it isn't the fanciest poster operation but the picture is top quality and that's all that matters.

Niall's Harper's Bazaar Vietnam interview is out! They talk about his travels in Southeast Asia after the band went on break, makes sense, and about music. He says the songs on the new album will be faster than the last but it will still have ballads, that he doesn't want to commit to any one genre but that the next one is more rock, and that when he finished the tour he intended to rest but instead ended up writing more songs right away, which feels consistent with what we've seen recently with him saying he was taking the summer off but just not... quite... stopping. Imagine the number of songs he must have written that we'll never hear, HOW DARE YOU SIR.

Remember the Dave Harris Project thing? He was the guy who the 1D boys wrote some stuff for and with but then he was convicted of sexually assaulting minors and sent to jail, and now is for some reason registering songs from that time (2015). More were registered, some featuring Niall, and one featuring both Harry and Louis as writers. Points to consider! There's absolutely no way to verify anything about this! It could be lies! I'm sure many songs were written and this could definitely be all factual but at this point the registering of so so many songs in his name (there are also lots getting put up not involving the boys) looks a lot like a pointless attention grab by this gross dude and even if they are real it's not like they're gonna be released so unless something new comes to light about this, here is me saying that I won't be reporting on this creep anymore.

Lena Waithe is asked about dodgeball with Harry and talks up his skills and speed, and says "he would see me going for him and just swerve"- well if that ain't the damn truth! Harry Styles, king of the swerve! We been knew. And Tan France names all the 1D boys as among the most stylish celebs but says, especially Harry and Zayn.

[alj4890]

RCD Appreciation Week Day 1 Fun Prompt

(Ryan Summers x Holly Chang) with the prompt: Character A: "Well, I can scratch this off my bucket list." Character B: "Who puts getting arrested on their bucket list?!" As given by @prompt-nonny​

(Ryan x Holly) A Choices Red Carpet Diaries one shot with David Reyes from Most Wanted showing up and Bianca Stone from Hollywood U setting off our heroine.

A/N Sebastian Stan is my FC for Ryan and this silly GIF seemed to fit this prompt perfectly 😂

@rcd-appreciation​​ @lilyofchoices​ @hopelessromantic1352​ @moodyvalentinestories​ @krsnlove​ @cora-nova​ 

Masterlist

This Might Sound Crazy

"Hey! Watch it!" Holly rushed through the backlot with a drink carrier of various hot beverages. She dodged and weaved through the crowd of film crew and extras.

She then bumped into one of the visitors on the set.

"Eww! What is your deal?" Bianca wiped the drop of foam that had landed on her perfect spray tanned leg. Her lip curled in disgust. "I see you have gotten far in your career. Hunt finally promoted you to coffee girl."

Holly narrowed her eyes. "I see you are still frozen in time. You're still the nastiest bit--"

"I'll take that!" Ryan swept between the two enemies and took the drinks from Holly. If this played out any further, Bianca would be suffering from coffee burns all over her body. "Bianca, excuse us for a moment. I need to talk to Holly about the script."

She tossed her hair back. "Anything for you Ryan." She cooed. "Though why you want to speak to someone that can't reach any goal she sets is beyond me."

Holly's fists clinched. She opened her mouth to let loose every insult she had saved up for Bianca. Ryan grabbed her arm and yanked her away. "Don't do it." He whispered. "You'll regret it. Her father still has his hands in everything around here."

Holly jerked her arm away. "The only thing I will regret is not telling her off." She pushed her glasses up her nose and smoothed her short black hair back.

Her thoughts centered around what Bianca had said. Had she not reached any goal?

"Well now I have to kill myself." Holly muttered.

"What?!" Ryan stopped her.

"Bianca is actually right about something and even worse it is about me." Holly frowned while thinking. "Death is the only option." She glanced at Ryan and sighed. He never did get her morbid sense of humor. "I'm kidding."

"Yeah, good one." He muttered. He set the coffee tray on a table near craft services and pushed Holly into his trailer.

"What are you doing?" She exclaimed.

"Sit down." He pushed her onto the sofa and searched the drawers of the lighted vanity.

"Gee Ryan, you are so hospitable." Holly rolled her eyes and started to get up. "I still have to-"

"Sit." He pushed her back and handed her a notebook and pen.

"What am I supposed to do with this? Write your life story?" Her snark seemed to flow like the mighty Mississippi. If she couldn't use it on Bianca then everyone else was going to hear it.

Ryan let out a noise that she assumed was one of angry frustration. It was actually kind of impressive. He took the pen and wrote on the top of the page. "There. Clear enough for you?"

She squinted at his writing. "Not really. Who taught you handwriting?" She held it closer to her eyes. "Bouquet Less?"

Ryan rubbed his hands over his face. "BUCKET LIST!" Was their friendship worth this much trouble? "Write out some things you always wanted to do and we will do them."

Holly's lips parted in surprise. "You want to help me do some things?" Her eyes turned to suspicious slits. "Why?"

"Just write it out." He ordered. "I'm trying to be nice." He dropped his head back in frustration. "I don't know why I'm trying."

Holly's lips curved in a slight smile. "Fine. I suppose I have to appease the temperamental lead actors."

He glared at her. "Thanks so much. Now write your list." He stormed out of his trailer, muttering about insanity.

Holly allowed a big smile to appear once she was alone. An excitement to do some of the crazy things she had dreamed of built and might in some part be due to the handsome man that wanted to help her accomplish it.

"Hmm?" She tapped the pen to her lips and then started to write out some ideas.

_____________

"Holly, for some strange reason, I love you." Ryan began. "But if you think I am stealing somebody's yacht to sail in the moonlight just to jump off of it, you're crazy."

"Didn't you ever dream of that when first in Hollywood?" She asked. "I used to take walks down the pier and pick specific ones to do an Ocean's Eleven type heist."

"No. I can honestly say that thought never entered my mind." He said in a speak softly to an insane person tone.

She folded her arms. "There had to be something you saw that you wanted for your own when you started out."

"Well, yeah." He admitted. "I wanted an Aston Martin."

Holly started to laugh. "You would want a James Bond car."

"What? It is a beautiful car." He replied in a defensive tone.

"I can see it all now. You're in your tux, picking up some gorgeous model in a barely there dress, and driving through the Hollywood Hills while drinking martinis." Holly continued to laugh at the picture her mind conjured.

"I see nothing wrong with this image." He teased, nudging her with his elbow.

"We'll find one of those during your bucket list night." She decided. "Come on. We have a yacht to commandeer."

Ryan shook his head. "We will end up in prison with mugshots leaked to TMZ. How about we do this one?" He pointed further down the list. "I'm willing to dress in regency style clothing and pretend to be time travelers just to freak people out."

"Like you doing that wouldn't end up on TMZ." Holly muttered.

"Yeah. But then I don't have a record for robbery." He muttered back.

"It isn't robbery that we would be charged with. It would be burglary." She impatiently explained.

"What's the difference?" Ryan's brow furrowed.

"Robbery is taking something combined with using force or intimidation. Burglary involves breaking and entering while taking something. With the right lawyer, we can probably knock the charges down to theft." She explained in a no nonsense way.

"Oh well that makes it better." Ryan gestured down the pier. "Should we pick out our spot to get arrested or let it be a surprise?"

"Hmm. There is a big chance we won't get caught. But if we did, then that is one thing I can cross off my bucket list."

"Who puts getting arrested on their bucket list?!" He glared at her when she covered his mouth during his outburst.

"An up and coming screenwriter." She hissed. "I need more experiences in life to help me convey the situations better."

Ryan groaned when she hurried off toward the pier. He jogged to catch up. Once he caught up, he listened as she read off the names of the different ships."

"Hmm...The Scandal...Alimony...Fourth Wife. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "People need to get more creative with their names."

Holly paused next to a yacht that was older than the others. Something about it harkened back to an era when the very wealthy didn't need to be so gaudy. She tilted her head to read the name. "The Magnificent Ambersons." Something about that made her think she had heard that somewhere.

"This is the one." She said in a whisper to Ryan.

"What? Holly, no. We are--HOLLY!" Ryan covered his face with his hands when she leaped on board. He looked up and down the dock then went after her.

"Holly!" He said in a loud whisper while creeping in the shadows. "I'm going to kill you if you don't get off this--" the wood creaked under his foot. He froze while his heart slammed in his chest. "I don't look good in orange jumpsuits."

Holly grabbed his arm, yanking him down a dark corridor.

"We're leaving." He yanked back against her.

"Yes, we are." She turned the handle to a door and grinned. "Jackpot."

Ryan leaned against the doorframe. He watched as she studied all the buttons and such. She placed her hands on the wheel and turned it back and forth. Her giddiness made him press his face against the smooth wood in frustration.

"Holly, we need to-- are you watching a YouTube video on how to work this boat?!"

"Well, yeah. I've never done this before, thus the reason it being on my bucket list." She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Are...are you actually acting frustrated with me?!" His voice cracked. His nerves were completely shot.

"Trust me. It isn't an act." She replied. "Now be quiet so I can learn how to back this thing up."

Ryan grabbed a phone sitting nearby. "Yes, I need your finest mental health professional. No. It's for me. I'm pretty sure I suffer from delusions." He muttered.

Holly glared at him. "You do know that phone only goes to other rooms on the yacht?"

"No." Ryan said sarcastically. "You mean I didn't just alert the authorities to our location?"

"And people say I'm weird." Holly grumbled. She pressed a button and the engine started. "Yes!" She pumped her fist. " Lucky guess."

Ryan's jaw dropped.

"I'm kidding." She told him. "Sorta."

"What is that?" Ryan asked, pointing toward the dock.

"What?" She stood on her tiptoes and craned her neck to see what he was pointing at. "I don't see anything."

"Look! Are those flashlights?" His breathing became loud as panic set in.

"Huh. Maybe." Holly shrugged. "Shall we--"

"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!"

The two froze at the commanding voice spoken through a megaphone. Ryan stared at the woman he had willingly followed into this. Her lips were parted in shock. She slipped her hand in his. "We'll get out of this."

His grip was almost painful around her fingers while his rage at this situation grew. He pulled her out and let her go as he put his hands up. Flashlights were trained on his face and he squinted while disembarking.

"Ryan?"

Ryan nearly fell to the ground in relief. "Dave? Oh thank God."

"What are you-- hey Holls." The L.A. detective greeted her.

"Hey Dave. Long time no see." She dropped her hands to hug him.

The detective waved the other officers away. "It's not the ones we are looking for." He then turned back to his two friends while putting his pistol back in his shoulder holster. "So you want to tell me what you were up to? I've never known either of you to have a desire to go yachting."

"Oh...er...well...we..." Holly stuttered and gave a silent plea to Ryan.

He folded his arms and looked away. He decided to let her dangle and feel at least an ounce of the fear he had felt.

It lasted all of ten seconds. He had come up with a new form of torture. Ryan's sly grin formed as he wrapped his arm around her. "Holly and I were trying to find a place where we could truly alone. Isn't that right, baby doll?"

If looks could kill he would at least be bleeding out his ears. "Yes." Holly managed to strangle out. "I didn't want the press to see us together. Or anyone for that matter."

"Huh." Dave rocked back on his heels. "I never would have put the two of you together." His firm lips broke into a smile. "I like it."

"You do?" Holly and Ryan said simultaneously.

"Yeah. I can see it." He looked over his shoulder at the commotion coming their way.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Thomas snapped. "First you tell me someone broke in and was stealing it. Then you tell me they couldn't back it out of the dock, but to come anyway to check for missing items. And now you say it's--"

The irate director stopped in his tracks when he saw Holly and Ryan. "What the devil were you two doing on my yacht?!"

Ryan took a stunned step back.

Holly tried to hide behind him.

"They were trying to be alone." Dave explained with a wink.

"Not on my yacht!" Thomas growled. "Go be alone somewhere else. Wake me up at three in the morning to drive to deal with this ridiculous behavior." His voice trailed off. "You're acting like a pair of idiotic teenagers! Ask next time you need to use it." He turned on his heel and stomped back toward his car.

Dave shook with silent laughter. "As much fun as this is, I have to leave you guys. There has been a group of thieves breaking into the yachts the past few weeks and if I am to keep the elite happy, I gotta catch 'em. See you later." He waved and went to join his task force.

"Can we go now?" Ryan begged.

"You didn't have to come in the first place." She set her hands on her hips.

"I know that!" He waved around the dimly lit pier. "I couldn't let you do this alone!"

She rolled her eyes. "I would have been fine."

"I'm sorry, did you not hear Dave's reason for being out here? What if the thieves had bumped into you?" His eyes narrowed. "They would have probably wanted you to join up with them and then made you their leader."

Holly snorted and started to laugh. "And here I thought you were going to say they would kill me."

"Who would want to kill a woman both crazy and fearless enough to try and steal Thomas Hunt's yacht?" He shook his head and started back up the pier. "Is that why you picked it? Did you know it was his?"

"No. Did you?" She asked.

"I didn't know he had one." Ryan admitted.

"The name was what drew me in. Now knowing who the owner is, it all makes sense." She explained. When Ryan still looked clueless, she went on. "Orson Wells wrote and directed The Magnificent Ambersons."

Ryan's confusion eased away. "Thomas Orson Hunt." A shudder rippled over his shoulders. "That is a horrible middle name his parents stuck him with."

"Apparently that was his mom's favorite classic movie." Holly said with a shrug. "Regardless, we dodged a bullet back there. Thanks for um..." She avoided looking at him. "Thanks for coming up with a reason for us to be out here."

Ryan slipped his hands in his pockets. "No problem." He cut his eyes at her and noticed she was doing the same to him as they walked. He nudged her with his elbow while the smile that made women long to kiss those lips formed. "It can be our go to excuse for all our heists."

She looked away when they reached his car. "Anyway, thanks also for trying to help me with my bucket list. It wasn't the worst night of my life so I count that as a big plus."

"I guess it wasn't too bad." He opened her door and then got in on the driver's side. "I might even be willing to help you with another one tomorrow night."

She studied his profile by the light coming from the dashboard. "Really? Have you ever wanted to take over a fine dining restaurant? Every time the patrons order one of those absurd weird dishes, we make them Raman noodles. Then we can..."

[bendywackyadventures]

SOL AU Fain and Lawrence Chap.1

 Hey got another Bendy SOL AU story! With Dark Revival coming soon I figured now would be a time to work on some SOL AU lore. I got Joey and Henry’s story, but what about characters like Sammy Lawrence, Susie Campbell, Allison Pendle, etc. I have so many ideas for SOL AU that I need to share and to start I would like to write about the musician Sammy Lawrence and Jack Fain! Once I get done with their story I’ll move on to other characters. Not saying who since I don’t even know, but you’ll see!

Yes before everyone is surprised, Sammy and Jack are cousins. I know its not confirmed but I’ve seen AU’s and content of these two being close I had to make them relate somehow! Its my AU let me have fun!!

Before being the strict famous song writer for Joey Drew Studios Sammy Lawrence was a quiet and sweet kid. He wasn’t the kind of kid who would play with other kids; he would be the kid who would be cooped up in his room reading books as music played through the room.

Though music was only when he was never home. That’s because the man of the house, Sammy Lawrence’s father James Lawrence was a strict man. He didn’t agree with many of the relations of people in their little quiet town. James was a serious businessman who worked for a new company that just opened up. He never had time for his son or his wife and when he would have the time it was to teach his son horrible things.

This caused his mother, Rose Lawrence a stay at home mom didn’t like the treatment her son was getting from her husband. There were days Sammy would hide in his room as his he heard his mom and dad yell at one another downstairs. Tonight was one of those nights!

“James, he’s 8-years old! He doesn’t need to be learning that crap!” Rose yelled. Sammy turned to his door listening to his mother and father arguments again.

“Rose he is old enough to know this stuff!” James yelled back. Sammy blinked as he stared at the door some more. He didn’t want to come out of his room and yell them to stop. He never did! He thought the worse could happen if he were to barge in to his parent’s arguments.

The screaming continued for about 10 more minutes before Sammy heard a loud door slam shut making him flinch. Sammy’s body froze as he heard footsteps come upstairs to his room. The door slowly opened and to Sammy’s relief it was his mother; tired and was ready to cry.

Sammy never saw his mother cry before. Usually after an argument she would get frustrated and head to the bedroom to sleep it off. This argument was different, that’s what Sammy sensed. “Ma, are you okay?” Sammy asked. Rose didn’t respond just held her knees close to her chest. Sammy frowned at sat next to his mother and gave her a hug.

A few days later, Sammy’s father left on a trip leaving Sammy and his mother alone. It’s when Sammy woke up he saw two suitcases in the middle of the hallway as Rose put stuff in them. This confused the young boy as he walked into his parents’ room. Sammy peaked and saw his mom opening drawers and grabbing a few clothes she stopped giving a smile to her son.

“Morning Sammy. How did you sleep?” Rose asked.

Sammy nodded telling her he slept well. Rose sighed and put the clothes in the suitcase. “Ma, where are we going?” Sammy asked.

“On a trip. We’re going to visit your aunt.” Rose replied as she put the last of her things in a suitcase.

Sammy was confused. He didn’t know he had an aunt or any other relatives. He did have grandparents, but he remembers his father telling him they died when Sammy was a baby. “My aunt?” He asked.

Rose nodded. “Yes. Now go get changed and pick out some clothes that would be good for two weeks.” She insisted. Sammy stepped out of the way and nodded. He did what his mother told him and got changed in a red sweater vest and brown pants. Sammy grabbed some clothes that he thought was best for two weeks and put them in the empty suitcase.

Rose zipped up the final bad and looked up at her son with a smile. “Okay we’re ready to go.” She said. Sammy nodded and grabbed his bag as they went to the bus satiation and waited for their bus. Rose kept a glance on her son just not looking at his mom.

Rose smiled and decided to bring something up to her son. “You know.” She started getting Sammy’s attention. “Your aunt has a son around your age. Your cousin I should be saying.” She explained.

Sammy was surprised! He never knew he had a cousin and it was a boy around his age. “What’s his name?” Sammy asked.

“Jack.” She replied. Sammy nodded. By now the bus was ready to board people in and it was time for Sammy and his mom to get on the bus to see Jack and his aunt.

The bus ride was long and quiet. It was going to be a 2-hour drive till they get to the house. Rose tried to think of conversations to talk about with her son to not get bored, but Sammy wouldn’t respond or if he did it would be a small answer.

“So looking forward meeting Jack?” Rose asked.

Sammy shrugged. “Don’t know. I never met him.” He replied. Rose gave a fake smile she wished her son was social and kind. Even as a kid Sammy was kind of a stick in the mud kind of kid. If he were outside, he would just doodle on the ground with a stick not glancing at any kids passing by or even asking to play with them.

“I know you two are going to be friends.” Rose said.

Sammy narrowed his eyes at his mother. “How would you know?” He asked.

Rose giggled. She was finally get somewhere with her son. “Well your Aunt Lucy tells me so much about him.” She explained. “You two have the same interests and are the same age.” She explained.

“That’s specific.” Sammy replied.

“Well I want you two to meet before I explain more.” Rose responded. The two shared a laugh and were both happy to see the other cheered up after the low couple of days. Their conversations as well as a quick lunch made this bus trip quick and they made it to the town where Sammy’s Aunt Lucy and Jack were.

Once the two got off the bus Sammy saw a woman around his mom’s age standing there waving at them. She had long curly brown hair and hazel eyes like him and Rose. Sammy had to guess this was his aunt.

Rose took Sammy’s hand as they walked over to the woman. “Hi sis.” Rose said giving Lucy a hug.

Lucy giggled and hugged her sister back. “Rose. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” She replied.

Rose chuckled. “It has.” Rose stepped aside to introduce Sammy to his aunt. “Sammy. This is your aunt Lucy.” She introduced.

Lucy looked at her nephew and smiled before ruffling his hair. Sammy hated his hair being ruffled, but this was family he couldn’t snap or say anything horrible to them. He just had to get used to it. “He so cute! He looks just like the picture you sent me.” She commented.

Rose laughed before giving her sister a playful push. “That’s when Sammy was 4, Lou!” She laughed. Sammy blushed in embarrassment looking away from his ma and aunt. Sammy and his mom followed their aunt in a carriage as they ride off to the house.

Once they got to the house a tall man greeted them with brown hair wearing a bowler hat caring some vegetables to the house. “Dave!” Lucy yelled. Sammy turned to the man, Dave who he assumed to be his uncle. Dave smiled seeing his wife and helped her out of the carriage.

“Lucy!” Dave called out hugging his wife and giving her a kiss. Rose came out of the carriage next and Dave smiled seeing his sister-in-law again. “Rose! Long time no see.”

Rose giggled. “Hi David. It has.” She said with a smile. Sammy came out of the carriage next holding the suitcase close to him.

“So this is little Sammy Lawrence.” David chuckled. Rose giggled. “Yep.” She replied. David kneeled down and got a good look at his nephew. He gave a roaring laugh before hugging Sammy tight and ruffled his hair.

Sammy thought this was going to be a long trip if this is what his aunt and uncle would do to him on a daily basis. “Well Sammy. I’m your Uncle Dave. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” He held his hand out.

Sammy looked at it and took it. “Nice to meet you too.” He mumbled shaking his uncle’s hand.

“Well you two come on in, and Sammy.” Sammy looked up as his uncle said his name. “Jack’s been waiting too meet you.” Sammy sighed and walked inside. His aunt and uncle’s house was a bit different then his home.

For starters it was two story like his own, but very clean and organized. There was furniture that looked brand new then old furniture that looked like it belonged to the 1800’s. Sammy also smelled food that was cooking in the oven; it smelled very sweet and chocolate.

Sammy heard footsteps running downstairs and saw a young boy, which he knew had to be Jack. Jack, like his mother mentioned looked to be around his age with messy brown hair and hazel eyes. He wore a fancy blue dress shirt, pants and shoes like he was going to some fancy tea party. Sammy and Jack stared at each other and blinked at one another.

“Mom. Dad.” Jack spoke. “Is that?”

Lucy nodded. “Yep. Jack. Meet Sammy Lawrence your cousin.” Lucy introduced.

Sammy swallowed and held his hand out. “N-nice to meet you Jack.” Sammy said. Jack smiled and took Sammy’s hand shaking it very fast.

“I’ve always wanted to meet you Sammy! Mom and dad told me you were coming and got myself dressed up for the occasion!” Jack said really fast. Sammy tried to wrap his head around what Jack said since he spoke fast for his age. Jack quickly took Sammy’s hand and dragged him up to his room. The adults laughed seeing how excited Jack was.

“He looks excited!” Rose pointed out.

Lucy giggled. “He is! Since you mentioned you wanted the two boys to meet and were visiting today he got so excited he has everything set up for today.” She explained.

“It’s been a while since Jack had a friend.” Dave pointed out.

“Same with Sammy.” Rose added.

Jack opened the door to his room letting Sammy to go in first. “Welcome to my room Sammy!” Jack yelled. “You and I will be sharing a room here!” Sammy looked around the room and saw a spare bed next to Jack’s bed. He also saw Jack’s room looked like a toyshop with toys and stuffed animals all around the room. The only thing that stood out was a record player in the corner near the window.

Sammy was a bit jealous like most kids he liked toys and wished he had some stuffed animals, most notably a stuffed lamb he sees everyday at the toy store back home. However, his father didn’t want him to have any toys! He thought that toys are for girls and that “no son of his should have any toys!” Sammy was surprised his cousin had a bunch of toys.

“So what do you want to do today Sammy?” Jack asked. Sammy looked around the room, but nothing caught his eye. Since he never had toys before he didn’t know how each toy should be played. All Sammy did was shrug and sat down on his spare bed.

Jack frowned and walked over to Sammy sitting down next to him. Jack’s eyes looked around the room as he waited for Sammy to respond. However, his cousin was still silent. “So what do you like to do?” Jack asked again.

Sammy turned to his cousin and thought. “Uh not much.” He replied.

Jack thought for a second and left the room. Sammy was confused and waited for Jack. He hoped he didn’t bore his cousin to death. Jack came back with some records, which surprised Sammy. Jack took a record from its case and put it on his record player as it played some Billy Murray.

Sammy looked up and saw Jack’s record player working. He just thought it was for decoration. “You like music?” Sammy asked.

Jack nodded. “I love music!” He beamed.

“Me too.”

“Really?”

Sammy nodded. Jack smiled widely and went to the door to make sure their mom’s were around. When the cost was clear he motioned Sammy to follow him. Sammy followed his cousin as they went to a guest room. Jack went into one of the drawers and unlocked with a key he held on. They key clicked and the drawer opened, inside was a notebook.

“This is my song book. I’ve been writing poetry and song lyrics in this book for almost a year!” Jack explained.

Sammy gasped and smiled. “You write music too?” He asked. Jack nodded. Sammy dashed back to Jack’s room and went through his suitcase and found his notebook. “I write music, but more the melody and rhythm.” Sammy explained.

Jack smiled and got a great idea. “We should write music together! I’ll make the lyrics and you make the melodies!” Jack explained.

Sammy smiled. No one has ever asked him to make music with him before. “Sure!” He agreed on. Jack smiled and two head back to the formers room to get ready to start their music career.

From downstairs the parents heard their sons conversation smiling and laughing to one another. “I guess those two are getting along.” Rose pointed out as she and her sister clinked their mugs filled with coffee together.

“Yep.” Lucy laughed.

To Sammy and Jack this was a start of a wonderful friendship and soon to be work partners.

[killian-whump]

OUAT 3x01: Rewatch Blog

Welcome aboard, mateys! It's time to start rewatching Season 3! As usual, I'm a bit behind everyone else on this rewatch, but I've decided it's more fun for me to move at my own pace, so I probably won't be catching up anytime soon ;)

That said... Let's get started on Once Upon a Time Season 3!!!

Whoa. Wait a minute. Eleven Years Ago?! I really AM behind... ;)

Seriously, though. Do they really have to handcuff her ankle to the bed? Do they have a problem with women in labor jumping up and escaping prison right at that precise moment in their lives?

That's sad, though :(

Ooooh... I love the deadly stillness after the ship "lands" in Neverland. It's so... eeeeeeeerie. 

Ahhh, and the ominous look on Killian's face.

You can just FEEL the tension in the air.

"Aye. Neverland."

AHHHHHHHH TENSION AND ANGST

Kinda lame title card, haha.

Aw, great. It's this guy. NOBODY MISSED YOU GREG. YOU CAN GO BACK TO WHEREVER YOU WENT DURING THE HIATUS NOW.

SHIT. HE BROUGHT TAMARA, TOO.

I really hate these two, guys. Like, really.

Oh, come on. Don't shove a fucking kid, you asshat. Fucking GREG. You're an insult to your name, and I don't even like your name.

Oooooh, spooky noises. I love the atmosphere they built for this realm.

"Who we work for is not your concern, kid." Well, according to YOU as of about 20 minutes ago in show time, it's not YOUR concern either, dipshit.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THERE'S SAND IN YOUR BATTERY COMPARTMENT, YOU FUCKING MORON. WHO PUT SAND IN YOUR BATTERY COMPARTMENT, HUH? YOU FUCKING IDIOT.

Shut up, shut up. I know it was Peter Pan. LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT.

"It's a good thing you guys don't ask any questions." Hahahaha, bested by an 11-year-old and sand.

...and there he goes, shoving the damn kid again. You're just a colossal jerk, aren't you, Greg?

At least Tamara has the sense to look mildly concerned right here.

"Oh, I know, my hot-headed queen."

I JUST DIED. Forward my mail to my gravesite.

I totally forgot that line ever happened. I love rewatching this show.

"I hope not, or we've wasted our lives." AAAAAAANGST

"Your lives... well... THEY'VE SUCKED" hahaha, Why don’t you tell them what you really think, Emma XD

"We found you." Awww... "And lost Henry! And Neal!" Well, to be fair, it's not like you can expect them to give two shits about Neal. They met him, like, last week. And he's kinda a dick. And his Dad's, like, evil incarnate. But okay.

"Oh, that's a great use of our time: A wardrobe change." One of the best lines ever, really.

I mean, did Rumple really need to do the dramatic cane-spinning exit, though? It makes for good TV, so it's cool and all, but imagine it in real life. Like, just a boat full of people staring at where he once stood, thinking, "JFC That was unnecessarily dramatic."

OH, YEAH, LET'S LIGHT A FUCKING FIRE, GREG. THAT'S A GREAT FUCKING IDEA, GREG. Fucking loser.

Yes, I do plan on doing this until he dies. You have your hobbies; I have mine.

"You making S'Mores?"

HAAAAAAHHAHAHAHA OMG LOOK AT HIS FACE:

Fucking goon. Haha. I named that screencap "assface" when I saved it, because I feel it's fitting for both the character AND the face he's making.

"What if the empty communicator wasn't an accident?"

You mean the one someone OBVIOUSLY filled with sand instead of batteries ON PURPOSE??? Noooooooooooo.

"Don't let the kid get in your head." He's not even TRYING, Greg. He's just hungry and wants some fucking S'Mores. I want some S'Mores, too. We all want fucking S'Mores. S'Mores are delicious, FuckingGreg.

OH LOOK, IT'S FELIX.

AND ALL THE REST OF THE LOST BOYS ONES BOYS. I think we’re calling them “Boys” now. Must have gotten the rights.

Kill him, Felix. Somebody. Anybody. I'll even settle for the annoying Lost Boy with the face that annoys me, although I don't think he's in this season, but he's welcome to join it IF HE KILLS GREG.

"Then you're not getting the boy." Oh, Greg. It is entirely too late for you to do anything remotely likable now. Like, I literally want to throw Henry at them now just to spite you.

YEEEEESSSSSSSSSS RIP THAT MOTHERFUCKER'S SOUL OUT OF HIS BODY. TAKE HIS SPINE, TOO. THE ENTIRE SKELETAL SYSTEM. MAYBE A DISEMBOWELING'S CALLED FOR HERE?

Or, you know, you can just leave his husk there by the fire to rot away. That's good, too. I'm not picky.

GREG IS DEAD, EVERYBODY.

Tamara and Henry are running! Oh no! Will they make it? Will they-

This is a great scene, everybody. Thank you so much. This is the best thing to ever happen to me and the season only started 10 minutes ago.

Hahaha, they even show us a close-up of Tamara lying motionless on the ground, and then Greg. Like they KNOW we've all been waiting for their demise and they wanted to give us screenshots for our scrapbooks.

Anyway, thanks Felix! That was pretty cool. Much obliged.

Hey, look. An enterprising young chap has helped Henry up. There's no way he could be a bad guy.

I have to say, of all the "twists" in Once, this was one of the worst ones in terms of how OBVIOUS it was.

To some extent, it's the casting department's fault, because Robbie Kay is just TOO fucking perfect for Peter Pan. Like, he just EXUDES Peter Pan and he's not fooling anybody.

Heeheehee CS flirting <3

"What do you want?" All due respect, but it's HIS fucking ship? Like, he doesn't really need a reason to be below deck on his own ship?

"I didn't realize you were sentimental." "I'm not."

I love it when he spits the cork out, but how many corks does this man go through?!

Oh, look. Speak of the devil - It's Neal.

"Tell Emma I'm alive. And I love her."

Well, that's a GREAT message to pass on through your kiiiiiid. Won't get his hopes up or anything.

ANYWAY.

"Long enough to know I miss him, too." T_T

UH OH. TROUBLE'S AFOOT!!!

Oh, Dave and Snow are at the helm. That explains it. LEARN HOW TO DRIVE, SNOWING. Gosh.

Pun intended. I'm so sorry.

Regina: "What the hell are you two doing?!" Ahahahahaha :D

"Prepare for attack!" "Be more specific!" I love all these interactions. This is like the WORST family vacation EVER and I love every second of it.

"What's out there? A shark? A whale?" "A kraken?"

YOU FUCKING WISH.

Actually, no, Dave probably doesn't wish... but Kraken-san does! :D

Emma's response is classic. "Mermaids?!" Like what the fuck else does she have to put up with in this crazy sham of a life NOOOOW?

Dave's kinda hot manning that cannon, I gotta say. He's showing off some guns firing off that gun, if you know what I mean.

But really, what did they plan to DO with one mermaid, anyway? Especially after Regina chased them all off with her fireballs?

Oh, look. Henry and Totally-Not-Peter-Pan are on the run!

I'm super fooled by him talking himself up in third person, though XD

"If Pan wants you... he WILL get you."

"Pan will rip their shadows into oblivion."

"Pan loves nachos with spicy cheese."

"Pan is the awesomest guy on this island."

Aw, man. This scene is a snoozefest :/

Literally. They're all just watching Aurora sleep XD

Wait. HOW is Neal feeling better? He got shot, like, 10 minutes ago in show time and he's had no REAL medical care, aside from whatever they bandaged him with, since none of these folks here have magic.

HOW IS HE FEELING BETTER?!

I gotta be honest, though. Rumple is hot as SHIT in this season. I ain't gonna pretend otherwise. This leather clad badass thing WORKS for him.

Oh, look. Tamara's still alive.

"C-Can you forgive me?"

I'm gonna guess that is a HARD ASS NO, bitch.

Haha, love the way he flicks the dust off his fingers.

"GET THAT THING OFF MY SHIP!"

I love how panicked he is by the mermaid XD It gives my entire life meaning :D

I wish we had more information in canon about Hook's time in Neverland. We can tell this is FAR from his first skirmish with mermaids, but how/when/why/what happened? I NEED TO KNOW! Especially if it involved wounds or peril or other things relevant to my interests...

Touching Mulan and Neal chat.

More running in the woods with Not!Pan.

"Well, I'm all out of fish food." Love you, Regina <3

"Fillet the bitch." Seriously, love you so much bae <3

Snow's face, tho XD

This is 110% why I watch this show. SHENANIGANS.

...and a pirate. Don't forget the pirate.

"I've outrun many a storm!" We know you have, babe. We know. You keep telling us...

SHAMPOO COMMERCIAL TIME!!!

PERIL ON THE HIGH SEAS!!!

CERTAIN BLETH DEATH!!!

SUPER DRAMATIC MUSIC!!!

...as we cut to a peaceful, though somewhat dilapidated, castle in the Enchanted Forest. Birds are singing, dawn is breaking, the world is alight with hope and possibili-

JUST KIDDING. GET BACK TO THE FUCKING DRAMA STORM, SHOW.

I hate it when they do this.

Hey, Sean. Nice intro.

"You don't want to see ID?" Neal... ISTFG.

Disappearing arrow, heehee. SHENANIGANS.

I love how interested Robin is in what's inside the vault XD Always a thief, eh?

"This isn't a storm. It's bloody damnation!" Love that line <3

"Let the slags go!" Haha "Don't call my wife a slag!" Haha!

BOY FIGHT!! BOY FIGHT!!!

They're all wet, too! Slow down, cameraman! I wanna see ALL of this!!!

Oooh, almost gutted with his own hook. Haaaaarsh.

Emma, no one's listening to you. Emma, no one's... They're not... They're not even looking or paying any attention at all... They won't even- Oh. Okay. Somehow everyone saw you jump, despite literally being in a fight for their respective lives. Neat.

...aaaaaaand cue the convenient rigging falling loose and hitting her in the head.

SHENANIGAAAAAAAAANS

Oh, look! They're flying!!!

This would be super touching if it wasn't, you know, exactly what Pan wants XD

Haha, Emma looks so ethereal floating there, unconscious, in the waters of Neverland, facing certain death.

Awww! A big group effort rescue!!! Good job, team!

"Told you." Right, but no one was listening...? So how do they even know what she's talking about? Well, I guess maybe they WERE listening...?

Shenanigans? idek anymore...

SHENANIGANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Awww... Bobby's acting is so great right here. This is awesome. Very moving. The part after the shenanigans, I mean. Although they’re great, too.

Felix, you're kinda a dick, though. That’s kinda a compliment, tho?

I love it when magic flops :D Dramatic music aaaaaand... nothing.

"Actually, I quite fancy you from time to time, when you're not yelling at me."

You like her even more when she's yelling at you, son. IT IS KNOWN.

His offended face when Charming says, "With him?" XD DAVE, WHY WOULD YOU SAY THIS ABOUT ME. DAVE, I THOUGHT WE WERE PALS. DAVE. DAAAAVE.

Hahaha, his adorable shrug to Regina. SHENANIGANS <3

"You couldn't be more right, Henry."

I'm so glad they didn't try to drag out the reveal of Pan to another episode, because he seriously wasn't fooling aaaaaanybody.

Except for Henry. Oops?

It's so great how ominous they're being at the end of this episode, advancing on Henry like that...

Although Pan's "let's play!" is a lot less frightening when you know he literally means "let's dance around a fire and create a rhythmic ruckus" but hey. It still works for the ending of this episode, which is now... OVER!!

PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!!! PEW PEW PEW!!!

[thetruthlsoutthere]

Ok so updates!

In a recent previous note, I mentioned about how I left notes to the Doctor, 11ish to be exact. I also said in that post how I would check within a few days to a week? Well it was longer than that , that I checked but hey, you get busy by other things. Anywayyy, of the notes? 6 were still there and 5 were gone.

This time that I left the notes, I went even farther than I had before so that I don't know the idea of them being gone would be even stranger because I went far out in my woods. If you knew the layout of the woods from my house, I could better explain where I put the notes.

Aside from mentioning these notes, I will also be going into some non note weird experiences that maybe could be because of the notes, belief, etc... but yeah here we go!

Of the 6 that were still there:

1) One of the ones I left in the starter woods right at the back of my house. Was off the tree a bit in front of it and it was ripped to the side. Could be a little weird because if it was the wind, wouldn't it have blown farther away? Plus with all the snow that has been hitting and the mess of a ground with mud and rain, wouldn't it have been more messed up? Idk But I put it back up on the tree.

2) The second to first note in the bigger area of the woods? I think this is really weird because not only was it off the tree, and to the side? It was literally freaking jammed inside of a tiny area of sticks and fallen branches with a weird reddish brown {more reddish} color on it not like paint or lipstick but more like a dried liquid but what kind?? Also the letter had many holes in it that I couldn't even put it back together, pieces were missing. Where the holes were, it almost looked like a message. This is the words in order that had holes in it: "Doctor" "would" "again" hope {s}" "get" "last times" "experiences" I don't know if there was another word somewhere in there but that is pretty much what it was. Probably not a secret message, idk. It is really weird to me. I left it under a branch where I found it, outside of where it was literally jammed in. The tree is was next to, I also put it sort of center but mostly to the side that it wasn't faced where it had been jammed so it had to have been obviously deliberately removed?? also part of me is thinking that the tree it was by, if I didn't put it by that one? Then I put it on a tree close by, if so. Then the note moved a lot aside from being ripped in odd places, jammed in something, with a weird red dried substance. I put it right by the tree above the part where it was jammed in, resting under a tiny branch for it to not move.

3) Not to far away from the #2 note was the third. I remember when leaving all these notes that if I had one more left to leave, I would put it in a specific place. I could have sworn I didn't have another left. Either way, one of my notes was on this tree. but it looked like the top part was taken off from the tree, the taped note not sticking to the tree on the top and was upside down. I re-taped it back on.

4) In the bigger area past the previous notes up the ledge from the down cline that had a river and what not, was another note I had left but it was a bit away from the tree, freaking folded up taped to itself??? I put it back on the tree.

5) One of the Doctor notes I left. This is really weird because when I was leaving these notes, I had a specific way I wanted them left. I mean this in terms that all the Doctor notes was going to be spread out, with the one note to the Master. Where I found this one Doctor note was along this path that went into different directions on either side right next to where you go up the ledge to be at this bigger part of the woods. But yeah this path where I found the Doctor note, the only note that would have been at that area was a note that I left for Torchwood/Unit which wasn't there but somehow this Doctor note was? I put it on a tree but it was really weird because this note was moved far. Deliberately taken off a tree and placed far from where it had initially been, placed where another note had been left by me. But yeah, I put it on the tree close to where I found it.

6) The other note , the last one that was still around was just the one at the back of my garage. Didn't look like it had been messed with anyway.

OF the 5 that are gone:

Nothing really more to say other than the fact that the more I go into my woods through the years, I know it like the back of my hand. I retrace my steps and where I placed the notes. Gone. You could say that for any of the reasoning for what happened to the notes above that were still there as well as for the notes gone that because of the wind, rain, snow, and mud.. that , that is why the notes are messed up.

Okay sure, that could be reason but what was that red substance?? is wind, snow, rain and mud able to fold a note and tape to itself?? If these were the reasons for the rips in parts of the note, wouldn't it have been everywhere instead of specific places where in other area's, was no damage at all? Plus even more, is wind and snow and rain and mud capable of jamming a note inside a tight spot??? Another logical explanation? Oh someone random could be seeing the notes. Ok true, that could be a reason BUT one little flaw: Its been freezing out lately. No one in their right mind would go out in the freezing cold to go into the woods where they have to be careful every step so they don't fall down the hill into the river and even around other parts of the woods? All the pricker bushes/branches, etc. Unless I am wrong, I doubt there would be anything to hunt during weather like that. Also, who would deliberately go out of there way to mess with notes out of sight, even far out of sight where they would have to go deep and walk precisely the ways I did to even find the notes?? Why would random people take some but mess with/leave others???

Also, if random people were finding the notes then that would mean they deliberately went to my address because of the fact that 1 of the notes that were messed with, 1 or 2 others of the 5 that were gone completely? Were in the starting part of the woods right at the back of my house. Why wouldn't anyone confront me being like "hey is this you? I've been seeing these notes" and stuff like "stop being weird leaving notes in the woods" or something but no one has? Also When I leave a signature on my notes, I don't put my address. I put things in code that would be hard to get unless you investigated/searched It up. So random strangers wouldn't know where to find me. Plus, where I live is really freaking small, anyone new would be instantly noticed.

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I checked on these notes, saw the status of them yesterday : 2/22/2019. Away from the topic of these notes, here are some other weird experiences.

1) Stars that shouldn't be fading then getting brighter. Sometimes even disappearing altogether or moving in a direction. Stars don't fade and they don't move. They stay bright and motionless. In some instances, I saw flashes of red. If it was a plane or a military thing, wouldn't I have heard a noise with it. The noises planes and stuff like those make? I didn't. Maybe it was a plane, I'm not throwing that idea out there. However for the 'stars' that fade and get brighter, move sometimes while doing so and the fact that with such instances, I saw the Tardis. It is weird okay? Okay.

2) On 2/14/2019, yeah Valentines Day, I know. This is really weird though. So it occurred apparently some point past 9 in the morning and someone I am close with.. their name is Dave and they had this experience , not me but the fact that if Dave hadn't noticed, this experience was technically about me. Anyway yeah so he was in the kitchen, I was somewhere outside taking the dog out to the restroom and he heard out the kitchen windows on the porch right outside said windows? A male and a female talking, facing each other. At the end of the house on the one side of the windows was the male and in front sideways was the female. According to Dave, the male was asking the female questions and the female was answering the male back. Dave said he only knew the genders and questioning answering like talking because of the voices but like he couldn't make out what they were saying. Like me, he thought logically at first that it was probably neighbors coming to talk to me but when he went to go look out the window? No one was out there, No neighbors were out in their yards. It obviously couldn't have been me and the dog because it was too human sounding voices. Not one human and an animal. This was when it was still snowy out and there could have been footsteps but I wouldn't know because when I take the dog out, we're walking around everywhere so if there were footsteps, they could mixed in with mine and Dave's and the dog's. Obviously Dave had thought it couldn't have been me and the animal but then the obvious for why it couldn't be came in. There were no neighbors outside in their yards so it couldn't have carried over. Dave said he heard it on the porch right outside the kitchen windows.

Question is... Who was the male and female? Here are my theories: The Doctor and a companion, Maybe the Master and someone with them, other human looking aliens, maybe people from Torchwood or UNIT. The reason why I think it could be any of these people is because in having left these notes before Valentines Day, these notes I left? Were for the Doctor, Master and Torchwood/UNIT so what if it was any of them? Another theory I could have is obviously paranormal because my house is haunted and I have haunted objects with many weird experiences having happened because of it. OR another theory that it could be fbi/cia/u.s. special armed forces / government/ secret organizations because there is a lot of stuff, that obviously could be fake but also could be real, reveal a lot of hidden information from the public on many things that no one is ever supposed to know which makes anyone who does know? Too close to the truth. If this theory is true, does that mean I got too close and I am being watched?

I won't go into all the files say, because If there is a chance any or all of it is true? I will only be putting people in serious danger and maybe get people killed. As much as I want to reveal it all, I'm not stupid so it's staying secret. All I will say is that: Some parts I was calling I knew it was true, Other parts I was shocked at and other parts I was horrified/disgusted at.

As for other weird experiences coinciding with the previous ones or all on their own. My dog would bark like anyone was at the house but when I go to look, I don't see anyone. At points, its like my bike was knocked over at least twice. One during the night and one in the morning after I took the dog out potty the first time. It obviously wasn't me, neighbors have no reason to do that and there was no wind for it to be blown over at the time that it had been down {night and morning next day} With the dark barking thing, I would also whenever I take the dog out, hear noises like someone was close by. I even heard murmurs of voices at times but I had no idea what they were saying. I always feel like I am being watched and there have been times , like many in the past. Where the phone would ring but no one would be talking on the other end and then they would just hang up.

Lastly? A last experience which occurred yesterday night and today? My internet started acting weird no matter how many times i x-ed out the browsers, logged off and logged back on my computer again and even restarted it. Its like with Tumblr? Its like it would let me log in but not see your messages, let me log in but then its like i couldnt access them as well as the icons someone can click to do things with their account, were like, they didnt exist, and then there were times like i would login with my information but instead of sending me to teh dashboard, it would go right back to the login page. With Pinterest. Where it says the site with the icon on your browser, it would do that but the screen to show the page was white/blank. Other times, it would when i click on it, look like it was going to load but the page never changed to Pinterest. Its like on more than one music site and youtube, its like i couldnt listen to music even though it looked like it was playing and there is nothing wrong with my music system and for youtube, it would say its unavailable or whatever. Like??? And for some reason, its like it kept logging me out of accounts i have on sites even though for one, when i would try to login , somehow it was saying incorrect password which wasnt true.

it was even acting weird when i would try to make something my background on my computer, like it wouldnt let me no matter how hard i tried, the correct way obvs. And the only thing i had downloaded was the Tor Browser for the Dark Web to find those secret files remember? But that was weeks and weeks ago, maybe at most a month. This happened yesterday and this morning too. I uninstalled the browser weeks ago though i still have the files saved. Its just weird to me.

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Idk, weird stuff has been happening. Like many times in the past. Let me know what any of you think about all this or merely read it and enjoy , haha.

[franeridart]

Hi! Idk if you read fanfic, but would you happen to have any kiribaku fic recs? Or any bnha fic rec?

I’m pretty sure there’s stuff tagged as fic recs on this blog, yes! Nothing particularly new tho, I haven’t had the time to put down a new rec-list in a while ;-;

Anon said:How long does it take you to finish a drawing with and without color?

That honestly depends on a lot of factors - which tools I’m using, how many characters there are in the drawing/if it’s full body or not, how used to drawing the character I am, how big is the canvas, if I already have a clear idea of what I mean to draw or not, how precise I want to be with lines and stuff. 

That Yuuto sketch I posted yesterday took me about 40 minutes I think, and over half of it was spent trying to figure out how I was supposed to draw him since it was the first time I drew him - the tools I used are the ones I use when I want to be fast and don’t care about being sloppy. A small random Kirishima bust properly lined and colored could take me five minutes to sketch and line and as many to color on a good day, cause I’ve drawn him so many times by now I don’t even have to think to draw him. Deku, on the other hand, can take me an hour even just to sketch, I can’t seem to grasp how I’m supposed to draw him at all.

Sorry, it really depends on a lot of things, I can’t give a proper answer to this :(

Anon said:Ive been tryin to find ur art of sero carrying baku for like 20 minutes n i cant find it :(

Are you talking about this one? Or this one? There’s also this one I guess...? And maybe this one lol 

Anon said:yoooo, hey man, that cat kiribaku thing ya got going on is some 👌👌👌👌👌

HECK THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Has anyone ever considered Hadmie. Hadou x Camie before?? It just seems like it'd be a cute ship to sail with, tbh. That just might be me tho.

I dunno if anyone has before you, but I can’t say I have, sorry! If I gotta ship Nejire with someone after all it’s gonna be Yuyu haha

Anon said:Hey do you do commissions? I really love your art and I'd love to get a commission from you!! (and also I just wanna know if there's yet another thing that I have to save up for XD)

Not right now, sorry! Maybe after I’m done with the zine things!!

Anon said:*runs around like an excited puppy* DAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVE!!!!!!! :D

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

Anon said:AHHH i love your ocs so much also Nico looks so cute and i love learning new things about them

AAAHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY G O D!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:KIRI + PINEAPPLE PONYTAIL = THE BEST THING EVER

I’M GLAD WE AGREE ON THAT

Anon said:your oc's literally kill me!! i already love nico, and i think i speak for everyone when i say that we definitely want more of him and luca!! i don't know if it's just me, but I love when the angry, swearing types fall for someone.

SOB thank you so so much for the kind words about my kids ;^;

Anon said:OH MY GOD LUCA IS BACK!!!! YESSSSSSSS FUCKING KILL ME THIS IS A BLESSED DAY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. MORE OF YOUR OC'S!!! (only when you want to share of course, I'm just trying to convey my enthusiasm here. not demanding at all ^^)

I think that might happen soon enough, actually!!!! Thank you so much for the interest in them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Are josh and chris still not dating?

Sadly until I’ll sit down to write their story that specific part of it won’t go anywhere :( Chris gotta deal with a bunch of things before he’ll be ready to put a name to what’s between him and Josh 3 one day I’ll let him work through it !!!

Anon said:I'm so paranoid I'm going to repost one of your post by accident but the thing is is I never even repost anything at all but just because I know you don't want them to be I'm so scared that by accident I'm going to have something screenshotted and forget it's yours and like Ugh😂

Well, my name’s written on all my drawing so I doubt you’ll forget it’s my stuff lol to make sure you’re not reposting anything the author doesn’t want reposted you can always just ask before reposting it, tho~

Anon said:I was just scrolling through your OC stuff and I just. Love them so much. Thank you for the babies ❤

GOD THANK YOU ;O;

Anon said:Okay I've never seen your oc's before and Dave is the cutest green boy I love him

AAAAHHHHHH I’M GLAD!!!!!

Anon said:kamijirou getting together? :3 also if there were ever a scenario where jirou would confess first, what do you think she would be thinking?

I actually have half a thing planned for that :0 gimme a while to get around to drawing it!

Anon said:How do you feel imagine kiri’s parents???

Actually since I’m still hoping one day Hori will give us the official versions I try not to think too much about it! I don’t wanna grow attached just to have to give them up once I’ll have the canon versions haha

Anon said:hey quick innocent question ive been following for a long time and saw a lot of your art do you have a thing for feet

Are you asking because I draw a lot of people barefoot? Feet are just easier and faster to draw than shoes, anon

Anon said:I love how you answer asks all at once. It’s nice to see that you’re getting in bulk appreciation

THANKS I honestly just don’t want my blog to be more asks than art, so I let them pile up before answering - it does mean I make people wait a lot for answers tho orz sorry

Anon said:I LOVE YOUR ART

THANK YOU!!!!

Anon said:You've open a sea of possibilities with red pineapple kirishima. You're a legend :prayeremoji:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wouldn’t call myself that but I’m glad you appreciate him too hahaha

Anon said:i cant help but notice nothings been added to your sero tag in 4 months

That might be because I rarely use single characters tags! Try looking under #bakusquad and #seromina :D

Anon said:Hahaaa hi this is probably really really awkward but I just wanted you to let you know that you're super awesome!! And the fact that your art is something that I can look forward to is absolutely amazing (no pressure tho)!!! So yea, thank you for being cool and creating beautiful art~~ :D ✧✧✧

SOB it’s not awkward at all!!!! thank you SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Would you mind adding some more Tokoyami art to your shop? More specifically the pieces where hes hanging out with Kiri, and the Tokoshoji piece :D Im desperate to bury my notebooks in stickers from your shop rn and the bird boy needs more love ❤

AHW I’m sorry anon, but those are definitely too small to be of any use on the shop ;-; if you’re okay with it I could add the last one I posted? I should seriously draw more of him..................

Anon said:That jacket that Kirishima has on...I NEED!

I drew it and that’s still a mood t b h

Anon said:I went so far back in your blog that it kicked me back to the beginning ;-; I was just getting to the D. Greyman stuff too

AW ;-; (..........it’s good tho, the further you go the least worth it my stuff is l m a o)

Anon said:Do you ever draw kiribaku or something else in paper or some kind of sketch book if you do i would love to see them❤(sorry if my english is bad)

I do have some doodles on paper posted on here somewhere? But tbh I rarely draw traditionally anymore unless it’s just random doodles :(

Anon said:Aahhh!!! I really love your kiribaku shit its so cute!!and you draw so goood too literally when i found this ship i instantly found you and you are so perfect in my eyes and your art!!!!! I looooooovvvvvvveeeeee yoooouuuuuu thank you for being here and showing us this stuff!!❤❤❤❤

HECK thank you!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:i adore your art so much and your bakushima comics make me smile a lot! :) you’re one of my favorite artists now dldksjshskdk

tHANK YOU OH MY G OD ;^;

Anon said:Consider this: fantasy Kirishima meeting normal bakugou, thinking that's his Katsuki 😂😂

.........................you literally got no clue how long I’ve been thinkin about drawing this............ he ck

Anon said:Your drawings give me life 😍❤️

sob thank you so so so much ;-;