#treasures: fallon

[izvmimi]

these being back to back on my dash made me die laughing it's like you were roasting me

fasdjklf;asdf i'm crying now it looks like i'm kinkshaming you i promise i wasn't

i'm here distressed by luffy one piece's Behavior

[msfangirlgonewild]

Bring Jonny back for more fun on games and sketches next time, Jimmy😉

[oceaneyesinla]

ROXY!!! hmmmmmm if you feel so inclined: platonic wound dressing after a mission with giyu? i love your giyu btw that's my guy 💜

Fallon how did you know I was desperate to write for Giyuu again?! Also, thank you I'm crying - I always worry I'm not doing his character justice!

Requests OPEN

Tending to Giyuu's Wounds

Platonic Giyuu & Reader

Divider by @/cafekitsune

You couldn’t help but sigh at the sight of Giyuu at your door, his usual blank expression on his face even as he dripped blood all over your engawa. Your eyes followed it back to the source - a thick gash in his forearm, straight through both his uniform jacket and the undershirt. The edges were jagged, and you were already mentally planning how best to repair the wound as you ushered him inside. You were relieved to see his haori was undamaged, draped over his uninjured arm. The garment was worth more to him than any treasure in the world.

He murmured a soft thanks as he passed you, settling himself into an all too familiar position on the floor, cross-legged and watching you move around your home. His sword was placed off to his right, and he handed you his haori without question, gratitude in his eyes when you handled it with care, following the familiar steps to fold the fabric and placing it on the little table you kept in the main room.

“Didn't I tell you to be more careful?” Your admonishment was not nearly as harsh as it could have been - more a gentle rebuke than true anger. Still, a little frown made its way onto his face and you tried to soothe it by running a hand over his hair as you passed to the cupboard where your supplies were kept.

“The demon was attacking a new Slayer. I was more focused on them than myself.” Of course he was. Giyuu was aloof and reserved, but you were lucky enough to know better than the front he showed the world. 

He told you a little more about his latest mission as you neatly stitched the wound on his arm, and you had to hold back another sigh when he told you just where he was instructed to go. You knew full well that he was closer to the Butterfly Mansion than to your home, and there was at least one Wisteria House between his mission site and here.

You didn't ask why, though. You had, once before, when he had decided to come to you rather than his fellow Hashira or the Wisteria House where they could summon a doctor rather than a simple village healer. He had just looked up at you and explained with a single sentence, “You're nice to me.”

Your heart clenched at the memory - Giyuu had a way of saying such meaningful things without ever realising the gravity of his words. You knew his trust was hard won, and that statement had just steeled your resolve to watch over him. To be a friend, to be someone he could always turn to - even when he was injured and even when he was not.

He didn't move a muscle as you worked and he didn't complain, leaving you to hope that the pain medicine you gave him was working. Yes, he was strong, and his pain tolerance was better than any you had come across before, but that didn't mean he should be in pain. If you had your way, he would never know pain again. Unfortunately, you were no god, nor could you erase the demons that terrorised this land. So, instead, you would dose him with painkillers and tend to his injuries and try as hard as you could to heal the wounds in his heart, too - the ones you knew ran deeper than any physical scar he attained in his duties.

Once you finished your stitching - which probably took longer than needed, but he deserved your best efforts - you cleaned the wound again. The last thing he needed was an infection. Bandages finished your care, and you patted his hand when you were done, rising to your feet to begin the process of tidying away your bloodied rags and medical supplies.

Giyuu tried to get up and help you, but you fixed him in place with a glare, “Stay put, Giyuu. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

A shake of his head reassured you, and you gave him a soft smile as your hand found the crown of his head once again. He relaxed under your touch and you saw a flash of emotion cross his eyes before he looked away, playing with the torn fabric of his now damaged jacket. What he saw when he looked at you, you weren’t sure, but you hoped it brought him some small comfort. 

“Come on, Giyuu.” You didn’t look back as you headed towards the kitchen, knowing that he would be trailing behind you, probably with that adorable confused frown on his face, “I’m assuming you haven’t eaten? You need to take care of yourself.”

“You sound like Granny Hinata.” Giyuu was pointedly avoiding your eyes when you turned to playfully glare at him, but the little smirk on his face gave him away. It wasn’t often Giyuu allowed himself the luxury of levity, and you let yourself bask in the light of his averted gaze, warm with hidden laughter.

You rolled your eyes, “Forgive me for caring.” You dumped the rags in his hands and pointed him towards the back room, “Go put these to soak. I’ll make a start on cooking.”

He did as you asked without complaint, and you began pulling out the ingredients of Giyuu’s favourite meal. With him coming around more often, whether to seek out your medical skills or just to check in, you kept the makings of this meal on hand.

A few minutes later, you heard the lightest of footsteps, signalling Giyuu’s return. You expected him to appear at your side, quietly offering to help so when he didn’t, you turned to face him. The expression he wore … he looked far younger than his twenty years in that moment, and it wasn’t at all hard for you to imagine a little boy, with ocean blue eyes and a smile brighter than the summer sun. You knew some small details of his life - there was once a beloved sister, and a treasured friend; both lost to the demons he now devoted his life to destroying. You wondered if you would ever get to witness that little boy with your own eyes, or if he was lost forever.

Then Giyuu smiled, and while it wasn’t that sunshine smile you saw in your mind’s eye, it was beautiful nevertheless; like moonlight on the water, lighting up the dark. Your lips crept up into a smile of your own, and you both fell into a comfortable silence as you worked. When you watched him devour his daikon like he hadn’t eaten in a week, rice stuck to his cheek and a smile on his face, you couldn’t help the warmth spreading through you. Never mind what others thought - this boy was worth the effort of understanding, at least to you.

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Giyuu stayed at your house that night. You refused to let him leave - forcing some spare clothes into his hands and laying out an extra futon for him. Someone had to care for him, and you were happy to step into the role for as long as he would allow. 

A few days after his departure, you woke to the sound of tapping on your door. When you opened it, you had to smile - it was Kanzaburo, Giyuu’s Kasugai crow. It was sweet, the way Giyuu insisted on keeping the bird by his side, even as he grew increasingly confused and unreliable. The crow hopped up to your feet, bumping his head into your ankle before holding out his leg for you to remove the little package attached there.

You untied the neat little knot, rubbing a finger over Kanzaburo’s head as you did so. You were growing fond of him, just like you had grown fond of his Hashira. The crow didn’t linger long, flying away after another affectionate head bop, this time to your hand.

There was a note attached, and when you unfolded the paper, you found one simple phrase, ‘Thank you’

So simple, yet you understood exactly what he wanted to say. It became even more apparent when you opened the little bundle to find a ribbon in pretty shimmering fabric, just like the ones you always used to tie your hair back, and a little wooden carving of a fox. The stitching on the ribbon was slightly messy and crooked, while the carving was a little rough around the edges.

Cradling the precious treasures in your hands, you knew you would cherish them forever. To earn the trust of a boy like Tomioka Giyuu was not a gift to be taken for granted. You headed inside, already deciding just where your new fox friend would live, and already looking forward to Giyuu’s next visit.

[cheerleaderman]

🏴‍☠️Hop on board and come down to Never-Cove🏴‍☠️

This is based off the hometown event I made for my Oc Fallon

About Never-Cove

Captain Hook is called the Great captain. Never-cove would have a statue of him in the town square. It’s very beach town like with many ports. It’s a melting pot of different cultures and has welcoming atmosphere with many people coming and going.Some of the best ships known to sail came from Never-Cove itself founded and built up by sailors and pirates.Fishing,Shipping,boat construction/repair and cruises are the main industries there.Never-cove has a good relationship with merfolks and rumored to have fairies around.

Summary:

Never-Cove’s annual event celebrating the Great Captain has come. Come grab your crew to participate in tasks to win the title of best Pirate crew and even the surprise treasure.If not come and enjoy the festivities, explore a real pirate ship, dance and sing along to old songs and more!

For the participants you must form a group of no more than 8 people and appoint someone who be the crew’s captain also their first mate but be warned if you don’t take care of your crew they could overthrow you.It’s important to pick someone who is going to lead you to victory.

Luckily Fallon has invited others at NRC to to come join the crew - Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, Ruggie Bucchi ,Jamil Viper and of course Grim and Yuu/MC

There are 2 events that are held with a scenario (optional)

Pirate Ship

Your Crew will be staying on a pirate ship for 3 days.The crew will be completing tasks like fishing, maintaining the ship etc earning points on teamwork and proficiency,on the 3 day you’ll be able to sail out into a certain area having to navigate your way to a destination marked on a provided map. Once you get to your destination you’ll have to use clues around to find treasure and bring it back safely

Scenario (optional)

On the 3rd day when everyone was getting ready to sail a rival group decided to do some sabotaging. Once the your ship was ready to sail all of a sudden it jets out the port at full speed. Once everything has settled everyone realizes that your in the middle of the ocean with no connection. Now the crew needs to use their skills to get back to mainland

Treasure hunt 

For the young ones and people who prefer land can join the treasure hunt. You’ll will be finding 3 different treasures over the course of 3 days. You’ll will have to navigate through finding clues,puzzles and obstacles to get to your treasures and will need to protect it since other Crews will try and steal your treasures. There is one main treasure you need to protect so be careful if someone plants bait to trick others. The Crews who still have their 3 main treasure gets to go to the last round where all teams are going a one item . Whoever brings it back wins

Kids don’t steal from each other and would be around town square or the beach

Scenario (optional)

On the final round facing off against a rival team someone used magic and teleported your crew to some unknown place with fairies? Checking in on everyone you realize that you still have the treasure to win but how will you get back? Will you try to get the fairies to help or will the crew do it on their own?

Rules of the event

Anyone can participate! Ocs,sonas to other canon characters-Feel free to draw, write fics, make edits etc.

keep it PG-13

Use the hashtag #NeverCovePirates also make sure to tag me because I’ll love to see it

There’s no deadline

Outfits

The people of Never-Cove dress up in Pirate themed/inspired for this event, participants must look the part

Captains- must have a hat

Crew members - needs to have some kind of fabric visible around their upper body- A bow , head band, bandanna etc

Draft designs

Background:

Canon characters entry:

Floyd Leech - Azul Ashengrotto - Ruggie Bucchi - Jamil Viper -

Ace Trappola - @spade-12

Oc entry

Captains:

Fallon Hook - Me

Crew members

Iris Valor - Me

Constance - @theolivetree123

Carla Coquille - @the-rini-rush

Yuya Florence - Me

Donatello kaur - @readsrandomstuff67

Flori Mohn-Prinz - @bunniehunn

Fan Art

Pirate tsum Jamil - me

Pirate Crew participants - @spade-12

[f10werfae]

Pretty Boy

pairing: Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Chris can’t help but drop everything to go see his precious princess, even if it means ditching his frat parties in the process. Once again taking the role of a lovesick puppy, (requested by @fallon-carrington123)

requests are open💌/likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

Chris Masterlist, Full Masterlist, Taglist Form

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‘should I text him?’ Y/n thought rolling about on her bed, her lips pouted out at the thought of her boyfriend Chris. She’d seen him this morning since he slept over last night, and the night before that, she was already missing the hell outta him. It was only this morning that he’d kissed all over her body to wake her up, whispering filthy things into her ear to fluster her. “You belong right here, on top of your man”

Today he was out with the rest of his frat brothers, going out shopping and going to eat at their usual restaurant.

“There’s no harm in texting him, yes, i’ll just do that” Y/n said to herself, grabbing her phone from her bedside table, snuggling deeper into his college hoodie she was wearing.

Y/n: Missin you so much baby boo, what time will you be home?”

Laughing and drinking beer with the others Chris picked up his phone and felt his heart quicken at her text. Instantly putting bills onto the table, putting his cap back on and grabbing his car keys from the table. The other brothers looking up at him confused, they’d only just finished eating?

“Woah where you going man?” Josh asked,

“Y/n texted so i’m gonna go back n' see if she’s alright”

“Bro you’re so whipped, what a simp. What happened to bros before hoes?” Brian said from down the other side of the table, the other guys cackling and hitting their chest from the amount of laughter.

“Haha, keep laughin it up, wait till y’all are in a relationship with a hot, sexy, caring and loving woman like Y/n. That’s right I said sexy, cause my woman is fine as fuck and you’re all just jealous” Chris snarked back flipping Josh’s hat backwards jokingly before leaving the restaurant hearing their shouts of excuses for being single.

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“Chris what are you doing heree?” Y/n said now feeling shy leaning onto her dorm door, her frat boyfriend just smiled at her and picked her up, closed the door with his foot and set her down gently onto her cotton sheets.

“Gah you smell so good bubby, jus wanna eat you all up” He growled nuzzling his head into her neck, feeling her fingers play with the hairs on his nape. “Thought you was out with the guys today huh?”

“I mean I was, but then I saw your text and I just can’t let my baby stay here all alone can I?” He pouted placing a small kiss to the corner of her lips before standing up straight and removing his football jacket, leaving him in a tight black t-shirt and some grey sweats. “Well come on in then” She said wiggling her eyebrows at him.

Y/n giggled lifting up the blanket and opening up her arms, a big groan leaving her as Chris practically jumped on top of her and shimmied up the massive hoodie she was wearing. Yes they were extremely close squished. If anything Y/n treasured the fact that she had managed to turn a campus frat boy into a committed man so quickly; it’s actually sickening how much they’re into each other.

“Can you even breathe in there pretty boy?”

Y/n asked peeking down the shirt, seeing Chris sloppily kiss the top of her breasts, his hands fondling her hardened nipples. “Don’t need to breathe baby, trust me” He sighed kissing her chest once more before just setting his head down onto it and slowly closing his eyes.

“Ya can’t sleep in there babe, come outta there” Scoffing Chris pulled his head out, his hair sticking in all sorts of directions leading Y/n to comb it back with her hands, accompanied with a peck onto Chris’ forehead.

“Are you tired bab? Cause I am” Chris said sitting upright suddenly and throwing his shirt to the floor, Y/n’s hands immediately went up feeling her man’s body, a smirk making its way onto his face as he noticed her gawking look.

“You tired yeah?” Chris asked again, this time cupping her cheeks and kissing her squished lips cutely, Y/n nodded in his hands pulling up the covers over them both as she cuddled on top of him.

“Now isn’t this a bit unfair? I’m more naked than you are” Chris groaned pulling back a bit,

“But what if I get cold?” Y/n snarked back giving him a side glare as she felt his hands holding onto the hem of his hoodie she was wearing. “Then you’ve got me baby, come n' get some of your mans very own natural body heat”

“You’re so stupid” Y/n chuckled letting him take off her hoodie with a sly smirk on his face, his eyes clearly trained on newly exposed flesh. “Oi eyes up here mister”

“I know and you have lovely eyes my love, as well as beautiful tits, and a sweet pus-“

“Chris jus go to sleep already n’ stop teasing me ya meanie”

“Awk i’m sorry baby, ya know I love love love you don’t ya?” Kisses were being thrown everywhere from her shoulders to her neck, to her jaw and finally to her lips. Her creased brows falling relaxed once she felt how soft his lips were against hers, his fingers threading through her hair as his tongue dominantly played with hers.

Reminding her of the times he’d show up out of nowhere at her lecture halls and just pull her into a tiny corner, smashing his lips onto hers until they couldn’t breathe or were told off.

Or the time when they had their first argument and Chris stood outside her window with a big poem proclaiming his love for her, his frat brothers holding up an ‘I’m sorry’ sign behind him. PDA was definitely a major part of their relationship, not because they wanted to show off, but because they simply could not keep their hands off each other.

“I know you do, I love love love you too”

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[loveaffairxc]

closed starter: @casualscx based on: plot

Mariah descended from her private jet in Texas, a vision of controlled chaos, her arrival marked by an ensemble of four impeccably chosen pieces of luggage. Among them were two meticulously organized smaller bags, their contents a testament to the high-maintenance ritual of skincare and makeup—each item a small luxury. Her pièce de résistance was a lone empty suitcase, poised for the inevitable spoils of retail indulgence and trinkets deemed “cute”.

The air was thick with the oppressive heat of mid-August. She stepped onto the tarmac with the grace of a seasoned star. The photographers—those ever-present shadowy figures lurking with their monstrous lenses—captured only the vaguest impressions of her arrival, their shots a mere blur of motion. Her hair, a cascade of perfectly styled waves, danced in the sultry breeze as she emerged, effortlessly chic. Draped over her shoulder, a bag held a more intimate treasure: Marky, her brown Chihuahua, nestled comfortably inside.

But it was time to escape the glitz and endless attention. She was tired of the drama, craving calm and quiet. No more camera flashes, no people asking for selfies or autographs. No more tight schedules from her manager, with back-to-back Jimmy Fallon appearances or Nylon Magazine photo shoots. What she needed was peace—just the sound of birds and the rich scent of farm life. Her grandfather’s ranch was her refuge. It had been a year since she last saw him. After her grandmother died, he lived alone on the ranch, and it was a place where she could unwind. The ranch was home to horses and a slower, simpler way of life that was a world apart from her usual hectic routine.

He greeted her with a warm, tight hug as she set her luggage down in the kitchen. “Grandpa!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with relief and joy. The kitchen looked just as it had when she last visited—the beige wood cabinets were unchanged, and the curtains over the sink still had their old sheep print. Everything felt familiar, comforting, and just as she remembered.

The only new addition was the man her grandfather introduced her to, standing beside him with a friendly smile. "Mariah this is my new friend over there..." Her grandpa started.

[marleysfinest]

MAR!!!

hmm... second favorite color, most hated aot character, and..... the best sandwich you've ever had

FALLON!!!! how r u my treasure???

oooh second favourite colour has gotta be pink. I love that hoe esp after my teenage years of rejecting her. she never misses not even once.

most HATED aot character oh u said its time to spill some tea LMAO..... I do really fuckin hate floch. no tea no shade if he's ur guy he's just not for me!!!!!!! also the hashtag discourse on tumblr.com has made me hate marco but that's a completely unfounded hate bahahahaha

best sammy.....hmm....... I had to think about this one bc I've had a lot of good sammies but I think it was a special at a restaurant me and mr marley go to a lot which was essentially a smash burger patty, cheddar, red leicester, caramelized onions and chipotle butter between two slices of toasted onion loaf :))))) it was a WINNER

ask me 3 things (anon or not) you'd like to know about me📣

[lanabenikosdoormat]

OC MASTERPOST (REGULARLY UPDATED)

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My SWTOR characters!

These are the four I’m the most invested in, and I do have other toons but their stories haven’t quite come to me yet. :)

I’ve also attached their respective toyhouse’s with the complete lore to their names, some are more complete than others haha.

Jed Solaris

You all know him, the man, the myth, the legend. He’s my main oc, not just for swtor and star wars, but as a whole. He is the crown jewel and flagship character of the sodapopsalesguy cinematic universe. He’s also my favorite punching bag (as any good oc should be).

In my gameplay, Jed is the canon cipher nine, as well as the Outlander/Alliance Commander. He started off pushing neutral DS alignment but eventually has gradually been pushing towards light III. His LI is Theron Shan and he’s best friends with Lana, as she’s one of the only people who can actually keep him in line.

He’s not proud of what he did as a Cipher Agent, which is why he’s trying to do better as Alliance Commander. He’s a man of the people, a boy who was shaped by war, and yet he’s just trying to do better. He’s the chosen one, but only by happenstance. Practically force blind, and often resentful of force users as a whole.

He constantly swings back and forth from being a serious character, whom I treasure - and the galaxy’s most cringefail guy. I love him.

Fallon Navaro

Fallon Navaro is my terrible no good very bad Jedi Consular. She’s also my other main character, but for Pubside. She is not the canon Consilar though, that’s just the gameplay path I chose for her. She also has premonitions of the future, including of my other SWTOR characters and their lives.

She’s a descendent of the Jedi Exile, and people just won’t stop reminding her of that. Fallon’s spent so much of her life in the footsteps of what she should be, that eventually she gives up and jsut starts doing her own thing. Usually something highly manipulative or immoral. She’s not the most evil Dark V™️ character around, she’s just sort of trying to break the expectations people have been shoveling ontop of her for her entire life.

She is romancing Lana Beniko, and they’re so cute together. All of my characters are queer because straight people scare me.

Verity Danthe

Miss Verity is the anti Fallon. She’s my canon sith warrior and she is the love of my life. Verity is kind, she’s cautious, she’s empathetic, and she’s pushing light V. Because of her beauty and grace she is coined “The Emperors Delight” just as often as she is the Emperors Wrath.

Born and raised in sith nobility, Verity should in theory be a perfect sith. But she isn’t. Her heart is on her sleeve and she uses her passion and love as the main fuel for her dark sided power and antics. She’s not a total pushover though, if something happens to her loved ones — she can easily snap and show you who’s boss.

Despite being a bit of a socialite and party animal she is very perceptive and aware of how to use this to her advantage. She can use the force to read other peoples emotions and feelings, so rather than direct thoughts its all abstract concepts.

She’s married to Quinn, and they’re both bisexual disasters.

OTHER OCS..

TBA

[dukeofdelirium]

There’s things I’ll never forgive because they pertain to MJ, please tell me I’m not the only one (imma yap a lot, bear with me)

His record label changing the lyrics to Hollywood Tonight

While I do love the song, I rather listen to the demo version because it’s more true to Michael’s nature. The official version has the lyrics “She's giving hot tricks to men just to get in/When she was taught that that's not clean/She's headed for the big time, that means” and it suggests that this young woman trying to make it big in Hollywood has to make certain sacrifices on the way. The demo version shows a darker said, possibly the darker side to Hollywood “She's giving hot tricks to men just to get in/When she was taught that that's not clean/Because she’s only fifteen.” To me, that suggests that he hated kids trying to make it big in the industry, because more often than not, they were hurt by people who are in charge.

SVU’s episode based on him

While it wasn’t uncommon for Law and Order to take real life cases and turn them into an episode, that one specifically churns my stomach. In 2004, they had released an episode titled “Sick”, which was about “A wealthy toy mogul that is a suspect of the sexual abuse of a child.” They mention things such as his “Treasure Room” where the abuse would take place, having a bunch of toys in his house, having exotic animals, him being childlike and having Peter Pan syndrome, giving the families hush money and “loving kids too much.” They really hit the nail on the head when they had the guy say “I would kill myself before I would hurt a child.” There was some things that were different, like the guy had both boys and girls as victims(it turned to be a lie with the girl), having a positive ID on his genitalia, and having the kid come out and say it was a lie before going to Canada. It sickens me that in a way, the writers and producers already thought Michael was guilty without him hitting the walls of a court room, and I won’t forgive them for that.

Celebrities and TV personalities

While there’s some that I feel this way about, I’ll only mention a few. Jack Black has done some great films in the last few years, but I’ll never forgive him for making fun of Michael, who received a fake award on his birthday. Some would argue that it was all Michael’s fault for thinking such award existed, that he deserved to be made fun of. TV personalities such as Jimmy Kimmel and Jimmy Fallon are up there, too. As I am a fan of BTS, most of the fanbase would say they are best interviewers when it comes to them, but I’ll never think so. Both Kimmel and Fallon were part of the media circus that was during Michael’s trial, even hiring people to be fake fans and showing up to the trial. They are snakes and I’ll never think otherwise.

Lastly, his accusers

Perhaps I’m part of the MJFam that doesn’t blame Jordan for what he said. Jordan has had remorse for what happened, maybe not publicly, but privately and was going to be brought to trial if he decided to show up. As far as I know, Gavin has not spoken out or any people that know him, and neither has Jason Francia. I wanna say that Wade and James don’t feel any type of guilt because Michael isn’t here. Who I won’t forgive are the parents, who were pushing their kids onto Michael and using their kids as some sort of pawns to keep him close. Four out of five families have talked about how eventually they were all dropped by Michael: not returning calls, changing his number, and actively avoiding them (Francia was out because his mom was terminated) and they felt abandoned. It’s pretty known that Michael would ice out those who made him feel uncomfortable and vulnerable, even making remarks that he didn’t trust some of the parents. Everyone else that defends him to this day has said that they had long friendships with him, talking to him up to within the last few months of his life.

Speak

I also prefer the demo of that song. As for that law and order episode, it is fucked up. But what do you expect? The worldwide media had already tried MJ and found him guilty the second those allegations came out in 2003. They never cared about what was going on in the court in 2005. In fact, the media and journalists were taking things from the court and intentionally lying about shit to try and sway public opinion on the case.

Even the prosecution did so. They had a whole damn website called the smoking gun where they fed lies to the public about the court documents and shit. Tom Sneddon knew he was losing that case which is why he tried to pull a Hail Mary the last week or so of the trial claiming Jordan accurately described MJs dick lmao (which we know isn’t true bc of his autopsy report AND the affidavit FROM said smoking gun website).

hmmmm what’s that???

hmmmmmmmmmm

wowwww who would have thought….

The idea that Jordan Chandler ever accurately described MJ’s genitals is bullshit. The police acquired a warrant which allowed them to strip and photograph MJ naked against his will and had Jordan’s description matched, this would have been corroborative evidence and it would have been enough to arrest or at the very least, indict Jackson in 1994. But 2 grand juries refused to indict.

As far as Jordan Chandler is concerned, I personally have no sympathy for him. He’s had over 30 years to come forward and admit it was all a lie. He could do so right now! He could come forward and say “my dad made me lie” but he hasn’t. He has done so privately to a multitude of people, witnesses that WOULD have testified against him in 2005 had he had the backbone to show up. Instead, he fled the country to avoid being deposed. Like the coward he is.

I understand that Jordan was a child when it all originally started, but it’s not excusable nowadays. The man is a grown ass adult. His father isn’t even alive and neither is MJ. He could put an end to the lynching of Michael Jackson with a single public phone call to any news organization.

He along with everyone else that had involvement in what happened to MJ is gonna suffer for it in the end and I hope it’s slow and painful

[iunxit]

"He would have to spend the rest of his life watching the child from afar. But for this moment, the tiny bundle in his arms was his..."

In a bid to catch up my Tumblr with the rest of my socials, I thought it would be a good start to upload some of my character reference sheets (particularly from the Wakfu fandom!) However, unlike a reasonable person who'd acknowledge their best recognised characters first, I instead opt to introduce an entirely new one lmao. Fallon Galilei is the father to my best-known OC Zeral Prong, and he was my bid to flesh out a little more of Zee's murky past. I haven't done much with him yet, but he was the man intended to become the next head of the cult of the Mad Xelor (a figurehead know in the Dofus: Treasures of Kerubim shorts). Family wise, his sits at the top whereas Zee's and Yaniv's mother, and Yaniv's father, are a relatively unimportant. The cult has a very strict structure where the branch of your family dictates your position, and an illegitimate child would complicate that. Fallon chose to abandon Zeral not long after his birth and as a result the poor boy suffered. But karma gets back to him when his son's half-brother steals his position away from him!

Once I'm a little more settled, I might info dump some proper lore, but till then!

[izvmimi]

MIMI!!!!!! if minor selfship things is what you want, then minor selfship things you shall recieve:

my boys (especially suguru) will sometimes only answer me in english if i speak to them in japanese first, that way all of us get practice in our second languages (the fact that i spent a few years in okinawa as a little kid & then came back to japan to attend kyoto jjt only helps so much, especially when i will find reasons not to talk to ppl if i don't have to).

and also my dog likes them more than she likes me 😔 bc sugu takes her with him every time he goes for a walk/run and satoru buys her every kind of treat imaginable. so i count it as a victory when she squeezes between us in bed and lets me hold her AHAHA

omg the language stuff is so cute !!! but the dog thing is brutal lmaoooo but i’m glad there’s a resolution

[frozenwolftemplar]

Writer’s Month Day 2: Perfume

Here we go! First post for the event on tumblr!

Fandom: Tangled: The Series (though it’s one of my ‘Little Cass’ fics, so it’s a ‘series adjacent’ sort of fic 🙃)

Rating: G (No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: One of the maids brought in a ‘big purchase’ she just made, and Cass is determined to Investigate the mysterious bottle of...whatever that is.

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“Oooohhh!”

“Heavenly!”

“Simply divine!”

The gleaming, glinting words of praise rustled like a fine lady’s skirts from the knot of dandelion-dressed maids occupying the far corner of the castle staff dining hall. They brushed sleepy morning cobwebs from the air as they promenaded gaily over abandoned mugs that sighed contentedly over their dregs, a wayward wooden betting fish left over from last night’s game of whist whose painted eye yearned after its school, and threaded over and under long utilitarian tables right into the pricked and searching ears of one Cassandra, crouched and invisible in the shadows under a bench.

She didn’t normally hang around in the dining hall after breakfast; nothing interesting usually happened then. Edith and Minnie cleared the dishes and talked over bows (strange bows that were handsome and dreamy and you wouldn’t mind your babies taking after, which made for a very weird picture; she never wanted babies, but knew if she did she would want them to look like people, not ribbons), sometimes Lazy John or Smith or some other Guard ran back in because they remembered they left their gloves or penknife at their seat, and that was that. Far more boring than the training grounds or stable yards or the Captain’s office.

 Today, though, was different. She was on a Most Interesting Mission: Jane, a wiry blonde-tressed maid with a snub nose, had brought in the special purchase she’d spent the past month saving her wages for (and being cagey about even as she bragged over her frugality and economy and a bunch of other things that made her stand taller and everyone else roll their eyes) and Cass was determined to find out what it was.

Thus, after breakfast, she crawled under a bench so no one would notice her and suddenly remember she should be watched, and sat quiet as a mouse, ears and eyes keen to scoop up any clues that fell her way. So far she had determined that the whatever-it-was:

Was expensive (since it cost a month’s of wages)

Was small enough to fit in a pocket (since Jane’s had bulged oddly when she came to breakfast).

Was something that made the other maids gasp when they saw it (pleased gasps, not the kind they made when she showed off the big frog she’d caught all by herself).

Was something Elisa the kennel girl (the sole non-gasper) wasn’t interested in, since she left as soon as she saw it and didn’t stay to partake in the ensuing passing-around of the treasure.

Was, with a clever wink courtesy of Jane, ‘for tonight’ (whatever that meant; Cass knew there was some sort of celebration going on in the square, but every time she asked Daddy what ‘Matchmaking’ was, he got distracted. She was hoping it involved a big game of concentration, which she was *very* good at).

Now, from her Investigating Spot, Cass nibbled thoughtfully on a nail, adding her newest batch of clues (Was ‘heavenly,’ ‘simply divine,’ and, as Fallon was saying just now, ‘just like a Lady’s’) to the ones she’d already gathered. What could Jane have got that was expensive, maid-happy-gasp inducing, and worthy of all those pretty and dancing words but not Elisa’s attention?

She turned them over in her head, knocked them against each other like pieces of a puzzle, trying to figure out how they fit together so she could see the picture they formed. Not a dagger or anything really neat like that, the maids didn’t appreciate the finer things in life; probably not a book, ‘cause then Elisa would have stayed; jewelry....hmm...maybe? That could be it- 

“I love the scent!” 

The puzzle picture crumbled at this newest piece of information, landing Cass back at square one, no closer to solving this mystery than she was when she started.

She huffed, propping her chin in her hand and slumping dispiritedly. Maybe she should try a different tactic...

“Alright, girls!”

The bonneted heads turned at the brisk sound of Frau Dagmar clapping her hands from the doorway. “That’s enough of that. You’ve had your fun, now it’s about time you started seeing to your duties lest you want to work through tonight’s festivities. On with it!” 

Frau Dagmar was not one to be challenged, a Captain among the frilly, flighty maids, so in less time than one could say “Yes, ma’am,”  the room was emptied of all persons save one.

Crawling out from her hiding spot, Cass frowned, brushing dirt from her skirt. Well, so much for that. Everyone left. Now she’d have to find another way to figure out what Jane’s big purchase was (technically, she could ask, but what was the fun in that?). 

She was just about to turn and head out of the hall to skulk around the mending room for more crumbs of reliable gossip when the corner of her eye snagged on something bright and glinting from the table where the maids had gathered.

Cass’s eyes widened as a triumphant grin burst across her face.

In the bustle of passing-around and leaving-for-work, Jane’s purchase had been left behind!

She’d certainly notice (Jane was uncommonly sharp for a maid), so she would have to be quick about it. Hurrying over, Cass climbed up on top of a bench at the table in question. There, resting temptingly close to the edge, was a bottle.

But not a normal bottle. This one wasn’t tall and oblong with a long, skinny neck. Instead it was stubby and squat, reminding Cass of a sun sparrow sitting with puffed breast atop a fence-post, and had a little rosebud of a neck. It was made of glass, or at least it appeared to be, but it wasn’t smooth like a mirror or a windowpane; it was bumpy all over, a raspberry of a bottle, the image made complete by the pale-pink liquid prettily filling it.

Cass canted her head to a side, brow furrowed. This was Jane’s big purchase? A tiny bottle filled with juice (because what else could it be)? What was so great about that? Maids really were weird; good thing she was going to be a Guard.

That’s when Cass noticed something else about the bottle: it was uncorked.

For a long moment, the empty mugs and lonesome fish and Albert’s left-hand glove played enraptured audience to the sight of Cassandra working her way through a most thorny dilemma.

On the one hand, Jane had brought the bottle to the common area, passed it around, and carelessly left it unattended when she left. Basically, this constituted an open invitation for further touching and Investigating.

On the other...

“Cassandra! How many times must I tell you? Don’t touch!!!”

Cass shrank in on herself with a whimper and scooched back a little on the bench, as though it was the bottle itself shouting the reprimand instead of the faint, dusty echo of voice that raced up, biting as a winter wind, from some deep dark corner of herself her thoughts couldn’t (wouldn’t?) go. It hurt, that voice, a stinging switch against her calves, an iron hand wrenching her arm back so it would do as the voice commanded, just...making her feel so bad. And even though she didn’t know who or where it came from, it still kept her hands twined around the remnants of her ponytail and *not* reaching for the bottle, because she was never supposed to touch bottles like this.

But...

The light streaming through the window glinted playfully, temptingly, on the glass, scattering specks of rainbows across the table as it laughed over the raspberry bumps. It was the sort of bottle that wanted to be picked up, rolled satisfyingly between your palms, and have the rosy liquid inside Investigated.

And again, it was like Jane was inviting her.

Shaking off the silent command keeping her hands to herself, Cass reached for the bottle, lifted it to her nose, and sniffed.

WHOA!

Cass jerked her head back, nearly tumbling off the bench, nose tingling ferociously from the cacophony of scents that had leapt into it. Still keeping ahold of the bottle, she rubbed her nose furiously to stamp out a forthcoming tattletale of a sneeze. She’d smelled a lot of things around the castle, but nothing like this. Clearly, this juice couldn’t make up its mind what it wanted to smell like. 

Part of it was citrus-y, pert sunshine and a laugh waiting to be had; another part was apple-y, smooth and round and honest as the autumn sky; yet another part was flowers, so many flowers, a contingent that would have the castle gardens waving the white flag. All things that smelled nice on their own, but evidentially did *not* get along when all crammed into the same bottle.

Cass’s confusion sharpened as she regarded the bottle, liquid laughing as it sloshed against the sides. Fallon’s nasally voice had said it was a ‘lovely’ scent. How could anyone think this was ‘lovely?’ Honeysuckle was lovely. This was not. Maybe she was missing something? Or maybe Fallon just had a weird idea of ‘lovely?’ That would make sense.

But what about the other maids’ praises? Cass frowned, thinking harder, then grinned with sudden realization. Of course! This was juice! What mattered was how it *tasted!* That’s what the other maids must have been enjoying! This stuff must be a reverse of coffee, which smelled great but tasted terrible: bad smell, heavenly and simply divine taste.

Cass beamed. Boy, was she great at figuring things out! Now to celebrate her victory with a taste (because clearly, Jane was okay with that and it was only fair).

With that thought in mind, Cass lifted the bottle to her lips just as Jane opened the door.

“CASSANDRA!” “YIPE!’ *CRASH!* ************************* “There.” Cass stood back from Rapunzel so the princess could fully take in her reflection in the floor-length mirror. “Done.”

Rapunzel grinned at her reflection, clad in a leaf-green dress cut to the latest fashions (sleeves long and neckline short), golden hair in an elegant pearl-studded braid, and sun-shaped topaz pendant resting against her collarbone.

State dinners had their drawbacks, but dressing up like this wasn’t one of them.

“Thanks, Cass.” Rapunzel grinned at her friend in the mirror as Cass collected discarded gowns (arriving at the green had been a lengthy process). “Hope this didn’t take too long.”

“It’s fine, Raps.” Cass glanced at the clock, then the darkening sky, and sighed, picking up a purple dress whose damning fault had been three-quarter sleeves (”I wear those everyday; I want something special tonight”). “What matters is you’re set now. Head on down while I-“

“Wait!”

Cass froze, hand poised over a sky-blue dress (“It doesn’t feel like a ‘blue’ day”).

“I almost forgot!”

“Raps...” Cass’s groan followed Rapunzel as she darted to her vanity. “I *promised* your dad you wouldn’t be late again. You have enough jewelry.”

“It’s not that.” Raps spun back, presenting Cass with a small faceted bottle filled with clear liquid. “Perfume!”

“Ugh.”

“Huh?” Rapunzel’s brow wrinkled as she blinked at Cass’s disdainful expression. “Don’t you like perfume, Cass?”

“Nope,” Cass said remorselessly.

“Why not?” Rapunzel uncorked the bottle and took a whiff. “It’s heavenly!”

Cass huffed as she tossed a different green dress onto her armload (”Wait, didn’t I wear this last time?”) as Rapunzel poured some on a handkerchief and dabbed it behind her ears. “If your idea of ‘heavenly’ is smell so strong they’re shunned by the natural world.”

“Oh, come on, Cass! Perfume’s *fun!*”

“Not for me.”

A teasing grin wended across Rapunzel’s face as she crossed her arms and watched Cass pick up the last of the dresses strewn about the floor and head for the closet. “Come on, Cass; are you really telling me you’ve *never* worn perfume?”

For a moment, Cass froze, rifling through memories and the roster of castle staff (of which Jane was no longer part), then said, decisively, “Nope.”

Because really, even if there *had* still been a witness to testify otherwise on the palace payroll, accidentally dumping an entire bottle of citrus-apple-flower perfume on yourself when you were five so you wound up smelling like a tropical cider press for a solid week didn’t count.

[cheerleaderman]

“Shi Shi Shi What other treasures could we find?”

[SR] Ruggie Bucchi- Pirate Crew

Fan event by me

A few lines under the cut

Leave the fishing to me, I have us win this round in no time

Some of the elders have been given me free food for helping them with their stalls, who am I to deny their generous offer?

Fallon told me that the people here have a sharp eye for thieves, fine fine I won’t swipe anything

Grim is actually behaving for once ? I’m surprised he hasn’t fell into the ocean

We need to get back as soon as possible, there’s a prize on the line here

Did the other team try to take out the competition a extreme way? There are many other options to sabotage 

I’ll setup bait to trick the other teams , Jamil has also been giving great tips to Shi Shi Shi

[wyrdhearth]

A GUIDE TO ALL MY D&D OCS :

SA'HARA AL-NOOR : dhampir shadows bard/shadow sorcerer. 103. demisexual (no pref).

born a dhampir blessed by the demi-goddess known as 'the mother', sa'hara grew up in the village of lazul in the deserts of marquet. when she was young, barbarians attacked and razed the village, killing both the mother, and sa'hara and her sister, sekmet's, parents. years later, a brown dragon (ananeksi, the scald of the sands), plagued the village. asking for young girls to be sent to her every few days for her to eat. when sekmet was choken, sa'hara took her place, sending sekmet away. however, sa'hara managed to enchant ananeksi with her stories. she remained her treasured prisoner for over 90 years, until she could finally escape. sa'hara is part of the adventuring group, the tale-tellers, and can be recruited as a bg3 companion; though her main verse for bg3 is as 'tav'.

ZHENYA DY'SHENKO : bear shifter grave cleric. 30. bisexual (no pref).

growing up among her tribal community within the dyrweald mountains of kadrea (my own homebrew world), zhenya was raised in the old ways of healing, craft and magicks. as a worshipper of bredúril, the horn of the green hunt –– a woodland spirit from the fey realm –– she believes in the cycle of life and renewal and carries no fear of death, for it is only another beginning. zhenya believes that the dying must be treated with respect, and that their ailments must be eased. she travels as a cleric, assisting with burial rights and helping ease the burden of the passing soul in any way she can. zhenya can be recruited as a bg3 companion, and she is most worried about the illithid threat and what it means for everyone's souls.

SEV'ERAE KELJORN : moon elf runechild sorcerer. 29. straight.

sev'erae comes from a royal elven family that was wiped out by the noble human keljorns. she was taken in by them when she was a babe, and raised as though adopted by them –– privileged and haughty, sev'erae grew up with complete faith and fealty in her family, never knowing what they did to her parents, or why. when she was told that she would be put in an arranged marriage with that of a neighboring lord, sev'erae panicked, for the only thing she'd ever wanted was true love. so, she ran away, hoping to concoct some plan that would convince her mother and father not to marry her off to a stranger. sev'erae has a bg3 verse in which she is 'tav' –– but can also be recruited as a companion.

ASTORYA LUNAMOTH : tiefling blighted druid. 28. demisexual (pref women).

astorya never was supposed to be a druid. the child of two well-known murderers who was then adopted by a well-to do family, she grew up intending to become a botanist. but after things went south at the university she attended, she was cast out and forced to reinvent her life. lonely, she built herself a child made of flowers and roots to keep her company –– but in the midst of a storm, they came to life. she came to love this child, chimerai (or chi), as her own flesh and blood. but then a mysterious expedition came trampling through her, abducted chi, and knocked astorya into a coma that would last several long months. when she woke up, chi was gone and so was her leg. armed now with a prosthetic, astorya travels searching for her child. astorya can be recruited as a companion in bg3.

FALLON : protector aasimar ghostslayer bloodhunter. 25. straight.

once part of the holy order of bahumat's finest paladins, fallon (then named elysia tealcraft) was exiled after her cowardly failures on the battlefield, during which she fled and allowed several of her friends to perish. humiliated and ashamed, elysia cast away her oath of devotion and turned to the sanguine arts of the bloodhunter orders. deciding to make up for her past by reinventing her future –– she picked up the name fallon and became something of a mercenary for hire, hunting the monsters that lurk in the night without mercy or falter. fallon can be recruited as a bg3 companion.

KRYN OF DOST : changeling eloquence bard. 24. bisexual (pref men).

a changeling raised in the town of dost along the coast of marquet, kryn grew up raised as human as could be. after falling in love with a handsome halfling named vallen, she (or they, depending on the mood) was heartbroken when he died of a sickness no one could cure. unable to remain in her town for much longer and haunted by her lost love, kryn left dost and decided to explore all the world has to offer. they work as a golden grin operative/a harper, and has a propensity for causing some well-meaning chaos wherever she goes. kryn can be recruited as a bg3 companion.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (10-16 Sep 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 'Til The End Of Time (fandomfluffandfuck) - 66k, stucky, basically PWP with stucky + pre-war bucky (due to multiverse/time slip shenanigans) [reread, fave, really quality filth 🥵]

😊 Rapidly Becoming (Ayes) - 67K, drarry, immediately post war, Draco goes missing & Harry inheirits Malfoy Manor - enjoyable, I'm always a sucker for a magical house story

😍 Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) Podfic (GhostCwtch, narrator; spitandvinegar, author) - 107K (14 hr podfic) - well done podfic of a forever fave post-WS recovery fic

🥰 A Fire at the Exhibition (Lady Hardcastle Mysteries #10) (T.E. Kinsey, author; Elizabeth Knowelden, narrator) - Emily & Flo contend with the village art exhibition, theft, murder, bicycle races and amateur treasure hunters. 🥰 The Uses of Adversity (MonstrousRegiment) - 65K, Dreamling, very entertaining canon-divergent AU where Hob accidentally becomes a criminal mastermind (sort of) and finds & rescues Dream in 1957

💖💖 +143K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

A Cornstalk Fiddle (notbecauseofvictories) - Devil Went Down to Georgia (Song): The Devil/Johnny, 32K - brilliant short story about what happened after - Johnny won once and he thinks he can do it again to get what he wants...

You've Got A Face With A View (Brenda) - Top Gun: Ice/Mav, 3K - it's 30 years into their relationship & Mav's still wild about his hotass husband and is going to tell and show him why and how.

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Maine Cabin Masters - s6, e2-8

Harley Quinn - s4, e10

Only Murders In The Building - s3, e7

Dirty Laundry - s3, e1

D20: Mentopolis - "Case Closed" (s1, e6)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Bit City USA" (s14, e6)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Re: Dracula - September 10: Make Yourself Strong

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Fenway Victory Gardens

Re: Dracula - September 11: Grim Purpose in All I Do

Today, Explained - Hunter becomes the hunted

Into It - Is Rotten Tomatoes…Rotten?

Re: Dracula - September 12: The Pain of the Fear of Sleep

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Jimmy Fallon And Strike Force Five

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Bridget Cleary

Vibe Check - Pumpkin Spice is Not My Ministry

Re: Dracula - September 13: All the Powers of the Devils

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Onöhsagwë:de’ Cultural Center

⭐ 99% Invisible #552 - Blood in the Machine

⭐ Switched on Pop - Next Year in Margaritaville

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Atomic Clock

Dear Prudence - My Partner’s Relationship With His Ex Makes Me Feel Like the Third Wheel. Help!

Into It - The Backlash to Drew Barrymore

⭐ Endless Thread - Lofi Girl

Today, Explained - Blame Capitalism: Profit over everything

Welcome to Night Vale #234 - The Boy

⭐ Hit Parade - Insert Lyrics Here Edition

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

True Metal Warriors

'80s Metal

Ozzy Osbourne

Judas Priest

Jimmy Buffett

Presenting Nine Inch Nails

Lord Of The Lost

Peaceful Summer Night 🌃 Night Lofi Playlist 🌃 Deep Focus To Study/Work [ Lofi Hip Hop - Lofi Chill ]

Lost Legends Of Surf Guitar

Herb Alpert

[squideo]

The Magic Behind Cadbury’s Gorilla Advert

In this series, Squideo has examined the best ways to turn advertising content into gold. Now that we’ve broken down the eight key ingredients, it’s time to dive deep into some examples of stellar advertising. This week, the advert in question was picked by Squideo’s Creative Director Ben Underwood.

When asked why this particular advert had become his favourite of all time, Ben said: “there’s a gorilla playing the drums, how can it not be?”

Cadbury in the Mist

Cadbury is no stranger to advertising success, from its iconic Smash Martians in 1974 to the captivating Flake Girl in 1985. These adverts have frequently featured in polls asking the British public about their favourite television ads. The only thing missing from this trifecta of marketing sensations is 2007’s Gorilla.

The advert was released at a difficult time for this beloved British institution, which was founded in 1824. In 2006, several batches of chocolate were contaminated with salmonella which led to a £20 million GBP recall and £1 million fine in 2007 from the Crown Court for its failure to notify the Food Standards Agency.

This was followed in rapid succession by more PR nightmares. A failure to highlight allergy risks in its Easter Eggs, the hiatus of its sponsorship of British soap opera Coronation Street, large staff cuts to its British workforce, a huge marketing disaster with its newly acquired Trident Chewing Gum, and a badly planned treasure hunt shutting down a cemetery. Cadbury was starting to look bad and needed a change in fortunes fast to reverse its declining sales.

King Cadbury

Fallon approached Cadbury in 2006, with plans to lure the confectionary giant away from its existing advertising agency. Gorilla formed part of its major pitch, aiming to move Cadbury away from its middle-aged and middle-class marketing. Fallon wanted to revitalise the brand and inject much needed whimsy to attract a younger audience. Considering Cadbury was the brand that inspired Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, it shouldn’t have been hard to do.

According to Phil Rumbol, director of marketing at Cadbury’s:

“The whole business had become quite earnest and serious, when in fact it’s chocolate and should be more about things such as Willy Wonka… The brief I gave the agency was: Eating Cadbury’s chocolate makes you feel good.”

The idea for the Gorilla advert, by director Juan Cabral, didn’t start with Cadbury and it was proving a hard sell. “Random advertising,” with no clear theme, plot or reason, is a lot more common in the 2020s than it was in 2007. Clients didn’t see the point in a drum-playing Gorilla; until Cadbury.

Even then, Rumbol faced opposition within the company and it took four months from the adverts creation until he was able to air it on Channel 4 in August 2007.

Planet of the Dairy Milks

Airing during the ad breaks for Channel 4’s eighth season of the monumental hit Big Brother, the initial airing was always certain to get plenty of views – 14% of all British viewers were watching the channel at the time it aired. What wasn’t assured was the advert becoming a viral hit; but Gorilla managed it.

Watched by millions on YouTube, the advert also quickly inspired several parodies including those on The Mighty Boosh and BBC Children in Need. Cadbury saw a 10% rise in profits following the release of the advert, finally convincing everyone of Gorilla’s potential. Cadbury eventually paid to film additional footage for the advert, broadcasting the lengthened version during the 2007 Rugby World Cup final between England and South Africa.

But why did Gorilla become such a big hit?

Magnificent Music

Cadbury’s use of Phil Collins In The Air Tonight put the song back in the charts 25 years after its initial release in 1981, which proves how instrumental the song was in the popularity of the advert. After all, the plot centres around it as the gorilla sits at the drums waiting for its opportunity to play the iconic drum fill. The line “I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life” perfectly builds up to the gorilla’s star moment as it begins the solo.

Like the full version of the song, there is a build up in the advert before the solo. Out of its total length, 90 seconds, the audience spends 60 seconds waiting. The camera focuses on the gorilla’s preparation, with only Collin’s lyrics to entertain in the meantime.

Beautiful Branding

Panatone 2685C (HEX#330072). Otherwise known as Cadbury Purple. For much of the advert, this purple patch behind the character is the only indication given that this is a Cadbury advert. For many companies, this would be insufficient branding for a marketing advert – but not for Cadbury.

The colour purple was chosen for the brand in 1905, supposedly because it was the late Queen Victoria’s favourite colour. It features on every Cadbury product, and in 1995 became the subject of a trademark dispute. Cadbury successfully trademarked the colour, however this has been contested by major rival Nestlé ever since.

The gold accents throughout the advert, including the band on the wall behind the drumkit and the gorilla’s gold teeth, complete the branding and the advert is bookended by Cadbury logos.

Going Gorilla

Director Juan Cabral went to great lengths to make the gorilla character as realistic as possible. In 2007, CGI isn’t what it is today which didn’t make it an option considering the ‘documentary feel’ Cabral wanted. They eventually found a gorilla costume at Stan Winston Studio in Hollywood that had been produced for the 1995 film Congo.

The actor who wore the suit, Garon Michael, was in the same film. Animatronics controlled the facial expression of the gorilla, and some customisations were made to the costume like adding the gold teeth. Michael repeatedly practiced the drum solo while wearing the costume in order to emulate Phil Collins, to such a success that initially people thought it was Collins dressed as the gorilla.

According to Cabal, the aim was to make it look like the gorilla had been waiting for this drum solo all its life – just as the lyrics to In The Air Tonight suggest during the lead in. Without the successful use of animatronics to create facial expressions and Michael’s dedicated performance, this aim could have been lost and with it the song would have had less impact.

Content Worth Gold

What do you think? What made Gorilla such a successful advert with a long legacy in British advertising history? Watch the full advert below and let us know in the comments.

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