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blackbunnyblobchara · 6 months ago

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All of my creations >:3

(That aren’t mentioned in my main masterlist)

••Tactical-centric AU’s (Rum and Vodka Category)

(#Beer and Rum Mix) • FLaW - Military AU but all Hamato’s and connected to them are part of Baron’s ‘Secret Military Force’,tasked to do the impossible that even the government cannot handle

••Dystopian-centric AU’s (Blood Pudding Category)

(#Velvet Lemon flavor) • Cyber eclipse - Set in the world were its more cyberpunk and dangerous,the boys are taken young from someone Splinter least likely he knew,their blue-flooded eyes is mocking him

(#Red Blood Flavor) • PRDC:HE - [[A lot of things happens in this AU so it will be best if you wait for the longer summary so you won’t be confused from its plot]]

(#Black berry flavor) • Red lockdown - ŠØRRŸ FĮŁĘ ĮŠ ŃŒT FØÚŃD ĪŃFĒČTĮŒŃ ŠTĪŁŁ ÇŒÑTĪŃŒÙŠ TŌ ŠPRĒÆD ĮT ŚÉËMŠ ——————- [REDACTED] Exe. File stopped working

(#Lemon Strawberry flavor) • Zone zero - A Mutagen bomb destroys New York City,it rebuilds into a more advanced,futuristic and cyberpunk styled City that the world has ever seen.But nice things always has a price,colors starts to turn black overtime

(#Crimson chocolate flavor) • Black waves - ROTTMNT but with a world inspired by the pacific rim movies,it has things being changed so it wouldn’t directly be the same as the original,more info will be added soon

••Future-centric AU’s (Sweet and Sour Category)

(#Sweet and Savory Chicken) • Famous in the end-time - Their famous influencers with a rich social life,life is good

(#Additional Side dish to TC:CR) • If beasts had a heart - Side AU for TC:CR,The future boys are feral and are now the things originally created them to be but except for destroying the world,they are now protecting it

••Dark-centric AU’s (Black Coffee Category)

(#Fresh Crushed Coffee brew) • Desideratum - Mafia/Yakuza AU but their hidden for their own Safety,forced to make a second persona so they won’t be killed like their own father did

(#Coffee with roasted beans) • Erased - Leo is back….20 whole years,but it was like months for the others

(#Roasted Cappuccino) • Last one behind- Mikey is the only one alive,he protects the city as he still does,but his family is not there to stop his actions from becoming worse then it already was,losing the thing that held him innocent

(#Forest Coffee brew) • Mind shadow - Leo can see things,shadows of people’s mind,he became an even more skilled mind reader and even greater liar

(#Pure roasted coffee) • The Hamato Family - The Addam’s family but it’s the hamato’s now,what chaotic evil would they ensue?

(#Bloody red coffee mix) • Blood moon - Vampires are a taboo of the world,hunted to be killed and exterminated,but they are starting to get more skilled on pretending to be humans,only a few pure bloods are lurking somewhere near

••Villain-centric AU’s (Champagne Mix Category)

(#Pure Rum with lime) • Blackened morals - The boys are villains,dumped by Draxum when they were ‘unneeded’ anymore.They do evil to survive,even if it means spilling blood for it

(#Pure champagne) • White and black - Donnie falls in love with a villain,that ain’t good at all

(#Blood vodka and lime) • Wolves and prey - Separated AU but Leo and Donnie were left behind and became villains,surviving in the dirtiest part of the Hidden City,their calculating teeth grow long until it was a weapon,using it for survival

••Fantasy-centric AU’s (Red Wine Category)

(#Pure red wine) • Blood for blood - Kingdoms and tribes,corruption and harmony.Baron got what he wanted from the boys,but he started to think this might bite him back soon enough

(#Preserved rice wine) • Royal infinity - The boys are emperors in the old dynasty era,that’s it

(#‘Blue ocean’ brew) • Water mayhem - Mythical water creatures live in the deepest depth to the shallowest of waters,hidden from plain sight with powers that could make humans greed and take them away.The Mad dogz are trying to find them,their intentions are unknown for now.

(#‘Firecracker’ brew) • Hamato breathing - DS:KNY X ROTTMNT but things changed so it won’t be directly the same as Demon Slayer,more info will be soon added

(‘#Ambrosia’ mix) • Immortal for a mortal - Tell me,Could a god fall in love to a mere mortal?,Can a divine being find something inside a common being?,Can it last?,Lets find out

••’The rest of the AU’s’ AU’s (Side-Courses Category)

(#Extra large pepperoni cheese pizza) • Hello,New friend - It was a bad idea,you should’ve run when you had the chance.Now your stuck in a large restaurant (??) with the four actually-sentient but borderline murderous animatronics hunting you down in the night like a game of cat and mouse,this will last for five days and this is not worth 200 dollars per day

(#Four flavored vodka brew) • Past four - The mad dogz aren’t the only successful turtle warriors that Baron had created,turns out theirs four more of them now,chaos ensues

(#Well-preserved apple cider) • WftW,SftE - The boys are sheriffs and powerful famous mutants in a quiet large town,justice and safety was everywhere with them around,until something was able to tip them off from their horses

(#‘Chocoweb cupcakes) • Turtle spider - The Mad dogz gets bitten by separate radioactive spiders,turns into different kinds of spider-turtles,saves their city multiple times, and you know the rest

#Masterlist

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wright-words · 1 year ago

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I became an escape artist

Devoid of meaning but ripe w truth

I only cried x the number of time zones from the starting line I watched every sun rise and took setting as a sign And I was strange to myself

Time heals all things especially if it hurts: dead skin scraped, hairs pulled, cornea sliced, tooth extracted, shoulder separated, nerves pinched, cells killed. scabs. scars. Hair cut, grown, cut, grown, cut, grown, cut grown cut grown cutgrown cutgrown grown out. tears welled/streamed. tiny veins. jawbone trauma, heavy pliers. steel lodged. “No bikes on the bus.” (Can’t believe I have to say this) Spinal disks bulge

Open stasis_inability to thrive despite those who sell Thriving as a concept, or to behold

don’t let me learn you, doll face Because I will, and we’ll change

Even when we expect it, even when we apologize for it, even when we accommodate it, even when we bar ourselves from it, even when—

Change is the great pressurizer. Change is the tide we beg to return to sea.

But it won’t, it will barrel on endlessly, it knows eternity like we never will (we never will)

Simplified infinity the fountain of youth is cursed

Personally? I forget what I was trying to say Something about how I’mdone with this thing, this thing of being a strong healthy adult in the face of secondhand embarrassment and mixed emotions. I can’t write meaningful words on a 100 degree Red Line train in July.

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life-sport-travel · 2 years ago

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CARNIVAL CELEBRATION FULL SHIP TOUR AND WALKTHROUGH IN 4K!

https://lifesporttravel.com/?p=1449 CARNIVAL CELEBRATION FULL SHIP TOUR AND WALKTHROUGH IN 4K! - https://lifesporttravel.com/?p=1449 We are back from the inaugural cruise of Carnival Celebration. The newest ship in the @Carnival fleet is 19 decks of fun, sun, and surprises. We have our complete Carnival Celebration ship tour of the entire vessel. In this full ship tour of Carnival Celebration, we go deck-by-deck showcasing all of the public areas! CARNIVAL CELEBRATION FULL SHIP TOUR 0:00 Introduction 1:10 Deck 19 2:00 Deck 18 6:35 Decks 17 & 16 16:38 Deck 15-9 Staterooms 18:20 Decks 8-6 48:25 Deck 4 CARNIVAL CELEBRATION FULL SHIP TOUR: OUTDOOR DECKS In this Carnival Celebration cruise ship tour, we start at the top on Deck 19 & 18 forward. Here is the private Loft 19 sundeck for suite guests. There is also the exclusive Serenity sundeck for adults, complete with a bar and Fresh Creations salad bar. Decks 17 and 16 are home to the Lido Zone. On Deck 17, you’ll find Guy’s Burger Joint, the youth areas (Club 02 and Circle C), and the Warehouse arcade. Below on Deck 16 is the Beach Pool, the main outdoor pool. There are several eateries and bars as well. Mid ship is the 2-story Red Frog Tiki Bar serving Caribbean cocktails. Aft, there is the Tides Pool Bar serving classic cruise cocktails. Dining venues include the Tex-Mex BlueIguana Cantina, the upcharge Seafood Shack, and the new Street Eats food trucks. Heading aft, there is the Lido Marketplace buffet, which is open for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. There is also Shaq’s Big Chicken and the Swirls soft serve ice cream stand. Lastly, there is the Tides Pool. This aft pool overlooks the wake with two whirlpools and loungers. CARNIVAL CELEBRATION SHIP TOUR: INSIDE DECKS Decks 15 to 9 are all staterooms. Decks 8 through 6 are the heart of Carnival Celebration. The midship Celebration Central Zone is a hub of dining, lounges, and entertainment. Deck 8 forward is home to the Havana sundeck, Havana staterooms, and the Havana Bar for some Cuban Flare. Next door is the ChiBang restaurant which dishes out both Chinese and Mexican dishes for free. Midship on Deck 8, you’ll find Bonsai Teppanyaki and Bonsai Sushi. There’s also the new 820 Biscayne zone. This area includes Bar 820 with Cuban inspired cocktails; the Italian Cucina Del Captiano restaurant; as well as a quick service pizzeria and deli. Or, you can try the specialty restaurant Rudi’s SeaGrill. Walking past Guest Services, you find the final zone on Deck 8, Summer Landing. With an Infinity Pool, the Watering Hole Bar, whirlpools and outdoor seating, it is great place to soak up the sun. Guys Pig & Anchor Brewhouse | Smokehouse is also found here. Decks 7 & 6 forward is home to the main theater. With 2 signature shows, game shows, and other events, there is always something happening. Midship Deck 7 is the Casino and Casino Bar. There is also the Aquaria Bar, starboard. Deck 7 aft is home to the Limelight Lounge which hosts trivia, game shows, and family comedy. Right outside is the Alchemy Bar mixing up a unique signature menu. You will also find the Carnival signature steakhouse, Fahrenheit 555. Finally, the two deck main dining room Festivale is open for breakfast, sea day brunch, and dinner. On Deck 6 forward is the Fitness Center and Cloud 9 Spa. You will also find the Punchliner’s Comedy Club and the Piano Bar 88. Midship is Center Stage. This large stage is home to two signature production shows. There is also the Java Blue Coffee shop, Golden Jubilee Bar, and the Carnivale main dining room. The Golden Jubilee Bar pays homage to the cruise line’s heritage with several artifacts and a signature drink menu. This was one of our favorite bars! In the new Gateway Zone, there is the Latitudes Bar and Emeril’s 1397 restaurant. Here, you can enjoy a cocktail, time travel, or indulge on some tasty beignets and other New Orleans staples at a la carte prices. Finally, Deck 4 is home to the Camp Ocean youth area, Family Harbor staterooms, and Dr. Seuss Bookville. LEARN MORE ABOUT THE CARNIVAL CELEBRATION CRUISE SHIP: https://eatsleepcruise.com/carnival-celebration-cruise-ship-review/ TRENDING VIDEOS FROM EAT SLEEP CRUISE: We Tested 9 Brand New Cruise Ships: Carnival Celebration Cruise Review: Wonder of the Seas Cruise Review: Top New Cruise Ships: Make sure to SUBSCRIBE to our channel to get the latest cruise tips, cruise reviews, packing guides, port guides, travel tips, and more. Join us on Social Media as we “Sea the World, One Port at a Time.” Instagram: Facebook: Twitter: TikTok: Pinterest: Cruise Ship B-Roll Courtesy: Royal Caribbean, Celebrity Cruises, and Norwegian Cruise Line Royalty-Free Music Courtesy: #carnivalcelebration #carnivalcruise #carnivalcelebrationtour Mike Izzo https://lifesporttravel.com/?p=1449

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lokitvsource · 4 years ago

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‘Loki’ miniseries producer-lead writer-creator Michael Waldron chats about Marvel’s favourite troublemaker finally harnessing his true power and wit while at the behest of the Time Variance Authority

“Everyone has been asking ‘when are we going to see Loki’s real power?’,” starts Michael Waldron, as he animatedly dives into the upcoming Loki miniseries, starring Tom Hiddleston. “To have six episodes to explore his power has been so liberating because just from a ‘pure superhero abilities’ perspective, we wanted to explore the awesome stuff he can do, and also dramatically too.”

On board as Loki’s creator, executive producer and lead writer by Marvel Studios’ president Kevin Fiege, Waldron is itching for the series to drop already. It is evident as he gesticulates expressively as he puts forth how much Loki as a character means to him.

Last we saw the Norse trickster god, he had a giant purple hand wrapped around his neck. The shocking demise of Loki at the hands of the mighty Thanos in Avengers: Infinity War broke the hearts of millions everywhere. What would the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) be without his quick-witted jests and pranks and devilish smile?

In 2019, the announcement of Loki, fans already speculated that it would take place in one of the Marvel Universe’s alternate timelines — and they were right. Dissecting and peeling back the layers of the multiverse has been “thrilling” for Waldron, director Kate Herron and the series cast and crew. “It’s a new sandbox, a new corner of the universe to play in. It was certainly a challenge to define the rules of these spaces, the Time Variance Authority and how these branching timelines work. It wasn’t just about going ‘anywhere’ it was about going ‘anywhen’.”

At the D23 Expo in 2019 when the project was first announced, Waldron called himself and Herron “custodians of the fans’ love for Loki.” Though he was not a comic-book reader growing up (he admits he came to truly know about Loki through the MCU), storytelling remains an utmost priority for Waldron, who almost reminds us that “this is television we’re doing.”

He continues, “We can pick our spots and slow down in a way a feature film never could, and we can do long and quieter dialogue scenes and build tension and emotion in the way best television has been doing.” But Waldron was keen on creating his own original storyline; taking existing elements from past Loki comics and existing TVA bits and putting his spin on them.

So far, the MCU has been extended into successful miniseries such as WandaVision, following Wanda Maximoff’s evolution into the Scarlett Witch, and The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, detailing Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes’ partnership.

Loki meets bureaucracy

In the series, Loki is seen tumbling into the hands of the regulation-body Time Variance Authority, headed by Mobius (played by Owen Wilson). The best storytelling comes from an out-of-comfort-zone experience and seeing natural troublemaker Loki at the mercy of the TVA’s bureaucracy is sure to be a spectacle.

At this, Waldron chuckles, explaining that “it was a blast” to tip the scales for Loki while making room for his inevitable naughtiness, Waldron says, “It was a chance for our writers’ room to delve into some therapy, if they ever had to go to the DMV (U.S. Department of Motor Vehicles). While we were writing the show, I was in the process of getting a new passport. And you go back to work and go ‘ugh, you’ll never guess the bureaucratic red tape I have had to deal with! But we got excited, too, and were like ‘That’s the TVA!’ so we used that.”

This in mind, he continues, “Taking an organisation that is so soul-crushing by-the-book, so to speak, in their managing of time and dropping the most chaotic character in all of the MCU smack-dab in the middle of that is just amazing juxtaposition. It’s a great way to have both entities drive one another crazy, instigating a lot of amazing conflict right from the start.”

Waldron-Hiddleston-Wilson trifecta

Waldron — who has worked on notable projects such as Community, Rick and Morty, is writing for upcoming wrestling drama series Heels, and producing Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness — has nothing but high praise for Hiddleston and his versatility as an actor and storyteller. It was integral that he pushes Hiddleston’s boundaries.

“That’s where the collaboration between writers and actors is such a joy...when you push one another,” he explains, “and my goal from day one was to tell a story of Loki that had never been told before. There had been 10 years of stories of this character and we hope folks would’ve seen a fully-realised redemptive arc. Now we are starting with this version of Loki at the end of the first Avengers film. So it was our responsibility to not retread old ground. Tom was more than game for that, in fact, he wanted to do that and go deeper into Loki’s shape-shifting identity.”

Probably one of the best surprises is Owen Wilson thrown into the mix. Known for being the early-2000s romantic-comedy must-cast, seeing him take on the meticulously attentive and seemingly diabolical Mobius will be a delight. So what about Wilson struck a chord with Waldron? “I am the perfect age [33] to have grown up with Owen Wilson in Wedding Crashers, Zoolander and Armageddon. I love Owen and he is so great in this show.”

Waldron elaborates on how Wilson and Hiddleston bring varying energies to the show. “Loki is proper and pompous, Owen is folksy and down-to-earth – so right away, energies clash in a way that’s harmonious. But what he shares with Tom is a hard-to-even-put-into-words unique charisma. They [Owen and Hiddleston] both have natural comedic abilities and they can have a purely dramatic conversation and they could play off one another’s energies and make certain the right moments funny and right moments dramatic. I didn’t even have to set up punchlines to get laughs in this show!”

#loki tv #loki series #loki #marvel #interview #article

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lokiondisneyplus · 4 years ago

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‘Loki’ doesn’t just explore ‘anywhere’, but also ‘anywhen’: creator Michael Waldron

Loki meets bureaucracy

Waldron-Hiddleston-Wilson trifecta

“That’s where the collaboration between writers and actors is such a joy…when you push one another,” he explains, “and my goal from day one was to tell a story of Loki that had never been told before. There had been 10 years of stories of this character and we hope folks would’ve seen a fully-realised redemptive arc. Now we are starting with this version of Loki at the end of the first Avengers film. So it was our responsibility to not retread old ground. Tom was more than game for that, in fact, he wanted to do that and go deeper into Loki’s shape-shifting identity.”

#Michael Waldron #interview #Loki #Tom Hiddleston #Owen Wilson

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netflixaddictedd · 4 years ago

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10 gay books you should read (I'm making a lesbian version soon!)

Red, white & royal blue: When his mother became President, Alex Claremont-Diaz was promptly cast as the American equivalent of a young royal. Handsome, charismatic, genius—his image is pure millennial-marketing gold for the White House. There's only one problem: Alex has a beef with the actual prince, Henry, across the pond. And when the tabloids get hold of a photo involving an Alex-Henry altercation, U.S./British relations take a turn for the worse. Heads of family, state, and other handlers devise a plan for damage control: staging a truce between the two rivals. What at first begins as a fake, Instragramable friendship grows deeper, and more dangerous, than either Alex or Henry could have imagined. Soon Alex finds himself hurtling into a secret romance with a surprisingly unstuffy Henry that could derail the campaign and upend two nations.

Running with lions: Bloomington High School Lions star goalie Sebastian Hughes should be excited about his senior year: His teammates are amazing, and hes got a coach who doesnt ask anyone to hide their sexuality. But when his estranged childhood-best-friend Emir Shah shows up at summer training camp, Sebastian realizes the teams success may end up in the hands of the one guy who hates him. Determined to reconnect with Emir for the sake of the Lions, he sets out to regain Emirs trust. But to Sebastians surprise, sweaty days on the pitch, wandering the towns streets, and bonding on the weekends spark more than just friendship between them.

The fascinators: Living in a small town where magic is frowned upon, Sam needs his friends James and Delia - and their time together in their school's magic club - to see him through to graduation. But as soon as senior year starts, little cracks in their group begin to show. Sam may or may not be in love with James. Delia is growing more frustrated with their amateur magic club. And James reveals that he got mixed up with some sketchy magickers over the summer, putting a target on all their backs. With so many fault lines threatening to derail his hopes for the year, Sam is forced to face the fact that the very love of magic that brought his group together is now tearing them apart - and there are some problems that no amount of magic can fix.

Infinity son: Growing up in New York, brothers Emil and Brighton always idolized the Spell Walkers—a vigilante group sworn to rid the world of specters. While the Spell Walkers and other celestials are born with powers, specters take them, violently stealing the essence of endangered magical creatures. Brighton wishes he had a power so he could join the fray. Emil just wants the fighting to stop. The cycle of violence has taken a toll, making it harder for anyone with a power to live peacefully and openly. In this climate of fear, a gang of specters has been growing bolder by the day. Then, in a brawl after a protest, Emil manifests a power of his own—one that puts him right at the heart of the conflict and sets him up to be the heroic Spell Walker Brighton always wanted to be. Brotherhood, love, and loyalty will be put to the test, and no one will escape the fight unscathed.

Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe: Aristotle is an angry teen with a brother in prison. Dante is a know-it-all who has an unusual way of looking at the world. When the two meet at the swimming pool, they seem to have nothing in common. But as the loners start spending time together, they discover that they share a special friendship—the kind that changes lives and lasts a lifetime. And it is through this friendship that Ari and Dante will learn the most important truths about themselves and the kind of people they want to be.

Simon vs the homosapiens agenda: Sixteen-year-old and not-so-openly gay Simon Spier prefers to save his drama for the school musical. But when an email falls into the wrong hands, his secret is at risk of being thrust into the spotlight. Now change-averse Simon has to find a way to step out of his comfort zone before he's pushed out without alienating his friends, compromising himself, or fumbling a shot at happiness with the most confusing, adorable guy he's never met.

Him: Jamie Canning has never been able to figure out how he lost his closest friend. Four years ago, his tattooed, wise-cracking, rule-breaking roommate cut him off without an explanation. So what if things got a little weird on the last night of hockey camp the summer they were eighteen? It was just a little drunken foolishness. Nobody died. Ryan Wesley’s biggest regret is coaxing his very straight friend into a bet that pushed the boundaries of their relationship. Now, with their college teams set to face off at the national championship, he’ll finally get a chance to apologize. But all it takes is one look at his longtime crush, and the ache is stronger than ever. Jamie has waited a long time for answers, but walks away with only more questions— can one night of sex ruin a friendship? If not, how about six more weeks of it? When Wesley turns up to coach alongside Jamie for one more hot summer at camp, Jamie has a few things to discover about his old friend...and a big one to learn about himself.

Date me, Bryson Keller: Everyone at Fairvale Academy knows Bryson Keller, the super-hot soccer captain who doesn't believe in high-school relationships. They also know about the dare Bryson accepted - each week he has to date the first person who asks him out. A single school week is all anyone gets. There have been no exceptions to this. None. Until me, that is. Because brilliant Bryson Keller forgot one thing. He never said it could only be girls...

The infinite noise: Caleb Michaels is a sixteen-year-old champion running back. Other than that his life is pretty normal. But when Caleb starts experiencing mood swings that are out of the ordinary for even a teenager, his life moves beyond “typical.” Caleb is an Atypical, an individual with enhanced abilities. Which sounds pretty cool except Caleb's ability is extreme empathy—he feels the emotions of everyone around him. Being an empath in high school would be hard enough, but Caleb's life becomes even more complicated when he keeps getting pulled into the emotional orbit of one of his classmates, Adam. Adam's feelings are big and all-consuming, but they fit together with Caleb's feelings in a way that he can't quite understand. Caleb's therapist, Dr. Bright, encourages Caleb to explore this connection by befriending Adam. As he and Adam grow closer, Caleb learns more about his ability, himself, his therapist—who seems to know a lot more than she lets on—and just how dangerous being an Atypical can be.

They both die at the end: On September 5, a little after midnight, Death-Cast calls Mateo Torrez and Rufus Emeterio to give them some bad news: They're going to die today. Mateo and Rufus are total strangers, but, for different reasons, they're both looking to make a new friend on their End Day. The good news: There's an app for that. It's called the Last Friend, and through it, Rufus and Mateo are about to meet up for one last great adventure to live a lifetime in a single day.

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nad-zeta · 3 years ago

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Mochi Madness

Pairings: Vlad x Reader

Words: 2200+

Comments: Eeeeeeeek! Once more HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEEEMOOO! ❤☺hehe I bet we have all become far better at making mochi than we were with the first attempt lol,☺😳😳😳😳 Eeeek I'm super excited to see how our cheesecakes and brownies are going to turn out! whoooop whoooop even more excited to spend the day with ya ! hehe, hope you had a wonderful day neemo filled with all the candy, all the sunshine and all the sweetness! Sending ya infinity catbus hugs! hehe love ya lots! ❤❤😳😳

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The month of July was not a particularly special time of the year for you, but for Vlad, it meant the world, for it was the birth month of his dearest flower. You had insisted multiple times to the man not to make a big deal out of the day of your birth, and after a bit of back and forth, a compromise was made. A morning spent making some delightful birthday treats followed by tea in the garden was the suggestion and one that seemed like an appropriate way to spend your birthday. Not too grand, yet intimate and memorable.

It was the early afternoon of your birthday, a perfect time to make some treats for tea. You were the first to arrive in the kitchen, so you decided to prepare yourself for the mountain to climb. You tied the pink apron around your waist, washed your hands and gathered the ingredients for the battle that was about to commence. Your kitchen had become a war zone, so to say, more so because of your severe lack of cooking abilities.

Your comrade—companion in arms— arrived in due time to lend support and as such, marked the start of the great birthday battle.

Vlad strode through the kitchen doors, taking soft steps as he carried a basket of precious cargo close to him. “Ah, just in time, did you manage to get enough strawberries from the garden,” you asked curiously, shooting a happy smile over your shoulder.

He returned your smile with a gentle one of his own, coming up beside you to place the heavy basket down, pulling the cloth off to reveal a mountain of strawberries. You let go of a gasp in awe. “I think we have enough strawberries to feed an army,” you jested with a playful elbow jab to Vlad’s side.

“I have no intention of sharing these with an army, only with you, my love,” came the light chuckled response from Vlad as he reached over to grab hold of a matching pink apron. It was the cutest apron, littered with bunches of tiny bright red strawberries— a gift from his last birthday— one which he cherished very much for the feature of his favourite food. Despite the airy response, you knew he was dead serious, especially when it came to his beloved strawberries. You shook your head with a smile, memories of past castle shenanigans flashing in your mind— of Faust and Charles stealing Vlad secret stash of berries and the severe punishment that awaited them for their crimes.

Your eyes drifted down to the recipe— it was one you had come across a few weeks ago while searching the library for a book to read. Mochi, it was called; you remembered researching the dish after it had been mentioned in a favourite book of yours. You were always curious about the dish. However, after the main character described the soft, chewy texture, you knew you just had to try the treat for yourself. Hells, you were so excited about wanting to try it out, that you had immediately sought Vlad out in his garden to share the discovery and to find out if in all his years on earth if he had ever come across such a dish.

With a shake of the head and a fond smile shot your way, he suggested that the treat be included as part of your birthday picnic.

It took a bit of searching and lots of researching, but thankfully, with Vlad’s help, the two of you managed to find a small recipe book that featured the soft, chewy dessert.

“Okay, first things first, we need to mix the rice flour and water,” you stated, tapping the recipe in thought as you read a little further to gauge the next few steps to follow.

Meanwhile, Vlad reached out to pick up the two bags of powdery substances laying on the table, crimson eyes scrutinizing the labels. He then turned to you, concern painted over his face, “What’s the difference?” he asked.

Your first obstacle had just arrived; you knew it was one that would come back to haunt you as even after you had found the recipe, one of the ingredients had never been heard of before. You and Vlad hunted far and wide for the rice flour when finally, one day when Vlad was on his way home from the flower shop, he spotted the very flour you required for the baking battle. The only problem was that that shop housed two types of rice flour. So Vlad did what any reasonable person would, he bought them both. It was a problem for future Vlad to deal with.

You looked over at him in confusion, which only seemed to grow when you investigated the labels yourself. “Surely glutinous rice flour and rice flour are the exact same thing,” you stated, stroking your chin and wracking your mind for any differences between the two.

“Let’s see what the recipe says?” Vlad suggested, moving to take a closer look at the book.

“Sweet rice flour,” he read aloud with widened eyes. How was there a third type of rice flour? You tried to decipher the labels for any indication, even going as far as to look at the sugar content hoping that one of them would be higher, as surely that would dub it as sweet rice flour? More sugar equals sweet, right? RIGHT?

After a moment of pondering, and investigating you smiled over at the man with a carefree shrug, “there is only one way to decide which to use.” Vlad looked over at you curiously, raising a brow as he waited for you to reveal your master plan.

”Cover your eyes,” you said with a widening smile and a hint of mischief, carefully taking the two bags from his hands and putting them behind your back.

Once his eyes were closed, you brought the bags forward and placed them down on the counter, keeping a cautious eye on Vlad to make sure he wasn’t peeking. With a satisfied nod, you quickly started shuffling the bags around until even you were unsure which was which.

With a tender smile scattered across his face, Vlad’s eyes twitched to open ever so slightly, if only to catch a glimpse of what you were up to. Unfortunately for him, you had eyes at the back of your head and caught him in the act trying to steal a glance, “Nuh uh, I see you peeking,” you squealed out, quickly rushing behind him and bringing your small hands up to block his vision further.

He tilted his head to the side, puzzled as to just what antics you were up to. As if reading his thoughts, you finally revealed your ingenious plan. “Since neither of us knows the difference between all these flours, we shall let fate do the deciding for us!”

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, hands extended out in front of him to feel around the counter until finally, they hit one of the bags. After a moment of patting around for the second bag, he randomly picked one up, “this one,” he smiled, turning to lock eyes with you.

You clapped your hands together happily, letting out a gleeful hum, “perfect! Okay, let’s mix it with some water!”

Without care for quantities, you eyeballed the amount of water thrown into the bowl with a satisfied smirk— you never were in the habit of measuring ingredients out accurately, much rather opting to follow your gut.

After the two ingredients were combined in a bowl, you cooked it in a saucepan until a blob of sticky goo formed. You removed it from the heat and set it aside to read the next set of instructions. “Knead,” you stated simply.

Vlad looked at the pot of goo dubiously, giving it a little poke, “is it supposed to be this sticky,” he asked with a troubled expression. Cooking had never really been his strong suit either, despite the years spent on the earth.

“I mean, the recipe didn’t say it shouldn’t look like this, “you responded with a confident shrug and an easy smile. You tried tipping the pot out onto the counter, only for the goo-like substance to remain firmly stuck to the bottom, causing an amused snort to come from Vlad.

“Interesting,” the white-haired man mused, using the spoon to help the goo from the pot to flop onto the counter. He split the mixture in half and gestured for you to knead one half while he took care of the first.

“Here goes nothing,” you said, apprehensive, not entirely sure what kind of end product to expect— as things stood, the pile of goo was neither light nor fluffy, just a sticky mass.

After several moments of trying to knead the glob, you finally broke into laughter, “this is not working,” you looked down at the ‘dough’, most of it being stuck to your hands, the other half stuck to the board.

Your gaze shifted over to Vlad, who seemed to be having about as much luck as you with the dough, but instead of kneading, he was playing with it like goop between his hands, “I bet Johann would like this, reminds me of one of his experiments,” he said with eyes lit up in childlike wonder.

Continuing on your crusade, somehow, you and Vad managed to get the sticky mass of goo into a semi doughlike blob. Left to chill for 30 minutes beneath a heap of cornstarch, you moved onto the next feat, ganache...

Easy enough, you thought scanning the recipe— how wrong you were— how very wrong indeed, as it was anything but simple. You glanced around the kitchen and gulped; Charles was going to kill you when he got home.

The mixing of the chocolate and cream was easy enough, but the shaping of the dark chocolate substance into balls? Now that was a separate feat on its own. After letting the ganache sit in the fridge for a few moments, you were ready to make up and fill your mochi.

A strawberry centre with a chocolate ganache covering. That was the goal, and truly the recipe made it sound so simple. Just make a ball out of the ganache and press the strawberry to the centre, covering it entirely with the chocolate, it said— it will be fun it said, freakin nope! What the recipe didn’t account for was warm hands and sticky chocolate melting and making a giant mess.

Even though the once-pristine kitchen turned warzone from the hurricane that was your and Vlad’s cooking, a smile never left Vlad’s face.

You had to laugh at your pureblood lover covered in chocolate, brows furrowed together as he tried his hardest to wrap the mochi dough around the ever melting chocolate covered strawberry. At some point, to motivate himself between mochi’s, he would pop the ‘flopped strawberries’ into his mouth, you know, to taste test and make sure they were still good.

After 5 successful ish attempts, the two of you decided to call it quits! With a wide grin, you snuck a glance over at Vlad, who finally managed to seal his first chocolate delight in the mochi skin. You clapped your hands and praised him with a ‘bravo.’

After carefully putting your newly made treat into the picnic basket, you turned to Vlad with an impish glimmer in your eyes. “You have a little chocolate right here,” you gestured to the man, startings of a cunning smile falling across your lips.

With a thoughtful hum, he brought his knuckle up to wipe the spot on his cheek, but it was of little use as you simply giggled and shook your head.

“Did I get it?” he asked, crimson eyes looking down at you with nothing but pure love and affection.

Your smile widened, turning Cheshire as you reached your tiny hand covered in chocolate to his face, to leave a playful smear, “nope, it’s right here,” you said, biting back the laughter that threatened to spill from your chest.

“A cunning one, I see,” came his response, with eyes lit up. Before you could jump back, he dipped his fingers in the bowl of chocolate and swiped them across your cheek with a smear to match.

Chimelike laughter filled the kitchen as you and Vlad continued to worsen its state with the third natural disaster of the day, this time in the form of chocolate finger painting. The end of the new battle was marked when Vlad leaned down to steal a kiss from your lips mid-attack. “Sweet,” he remarked with a twinkle in his eye, hand moving from your check to delicate take hold of yours.

“Happy birthday, Draga mea,” the words befell his lips, followed by another tender kiss on the forehead. You responded in kind by giving his hand a squeeze,” shall we go out and have that picnic in the garden? I am rather excited to try these mochis.”

“Anything for you, my love,” he spoke with an affectionate squeeze of the hand, leading you to your favourite spot in the garden.

#And that marks the end of the appreciation weekend #eeeeeek #Happy birthday to the cutest!#heheh and rip me for destroying vlad this weekend #vlad x reader #ikevamp vlad x reader #ikevamp vlad #eeeeek spoiler alert your brownies and cheesecake loook sooo damn good!#gaaaaah #hehehe i hope you had a good day neeemo!

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worst-phantom · 4 years ago

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The Wedding

There's idle chatter in the air. Wind blows through the trees. The officiant stands in front, a plain black suit. Fabric flowers wrap around the white chairs, blue orchids mixing with red roses on green vines.

There's a path in the middle, separating the group. One side is larger, with a full family from birth, mixed in with found family. Two children play with toys as time passes, the language barrier not stopping them. There's a look of discomfort on one face, as he keeps an eye on a pair of people. They're all dressed nicely, some more out of the ordinary than others. The other side has five people. One keeps his dark sunglasses on, hiding his bandages. A woman holds his hand, as they talk with the others. A musical cue starts, and the chatter stops. A young girl starts down the center path, dressed in a red princess dress. Ruby. She bounces as she walks down the aisle, throwing petals on everyone she can reach. She reaches the end, basket well empty. A pair follows after, dressed in match black suits. Mare and Marvin. Mare's traditional look is replaced by eyeliner. He's stiff in his suit, arm linked with Marvin's. Marvin's eyes are lined in black, mask nowhere in sight. Ruby goes to Mare when they reach the end. The musical cue shifts, and everyone stands. The next pair starts at separate sides. They walk to the aisle, holding hands as they turn to the front. Henrik and Phantom. Henrik hums, walking in a dark red suit. He faces front, focusing on getting to where they're walking to. Phantom keeps glancing at Henrik, dressed up in blue. They reach the front, hands held tightly together. Their other hands link together, as they look at each other, focusing on nothing else. The officiant starts, words in the background about love and forever. Henrik focuses more, as Phantom completely zones them out. It's when Henrik focuses back on him, that Phantom pays attention. Henrik smiles, squeezing Phantom's hands. His blue eyes shine, as he shifts in place for a moment. "I call you my star, because when my life is darkest, you bring the light that I need. I call you my dove, because even in the midst of chaos, you are the calming force I need. Though it hasn't been easy, through headaches and heartbreaks and half-meant lies, you have been with me, and I with you, through the night and the day, through the fire and ice, through the losses and gains. And with the day, with our families here, I promise that I will be with you through all of that and more." Phantom smiles, wiping his tears away. Henrik smiles back, curling his lips as grabs Phantom's hand again. "I love you. All the world's languages could never express that as much as I do. I could say it all day, every single day, and it would never be enough. You are my love, my healer, my fire. You've changed me, made me better. You've made me want to be a better person. I promise to you that I'll keep going to be better. Until maybe one day I feel worthy of you. I will love you and be with you, for as long as our forever lasts." The officiant smiles, looking between them. "The rings please." Mare and Marvin step forward, each giving their own brothers their rings. They're simple, plain, platinum bands on the outside. A date and an infinity symbol are engraved inside each of them. "Henrik, if you would repeat after me. I, Henrik." "I, Henrik." "I, Phantom." "Give you this ring." "Give you this ring." "As a symbol of my love." "As a symbol of my love." "And as my commitment to you." "And as my commitment to you." It's when the rings are on the fingers, that Phantom's tears start to fall. There's a declaration of them as husbands, and the world falls away. Phantom steps forward, reaching up to cup Henrik's face. He smiles, leaning forward to kiss Henrik. The first kiss is soft, as they focus on the other. Hands move and they're pulled away to their own world. They come back to clapping, hands grabbing at hands again. They face their families, their friends, and their future.

#phanrik #here it is yall #it is now reception time #you have the rest of today for reception stuff

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stonecoldjerseyfox · 4 years ago

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Jersey on my mind (part 31)

The smell of buttered, barbecue corn on the cobs mixed with the scent of burning firewood makes Mila’s mouth water like the cookie monster catching sight of chocolate chip cookies, as she and Juri make their way down the dark street.

“Can you smell that?” She asks Juri. “Smells nice, right?”

Juri nods eagerly and the blue eyes glistens hungrily.

She’s holding a bottle of vodka in her right hand and Juri’s hand in her left as they struts down the street towards the bonfire and the sound of chatting people. Juri’s dressed up in a knitted sweater, sent from mama in Russia for his second birthday. The shirt was way too big for a two year old, so Mila left it in a drawer until they had to leave, to escape when all hell broke loose. It’s maroon with white, traditional pattern over the chest.

“Are you excited?” Mila asks as they pass Jessie’s house, and a sad feeling overwhelms her. Poor Jessie. She shifts her focus from the now empty house to Juri, who nods at her. “Yeah. Me too. It might be fun. You remember the barbecues at Ellie’s and Joe’s?” Juri nods once again. Of course he remembers ‘grams’ and ‘gramps’. It felt weird to Mila that he knew her foster parents better than his real grandmother, whom he called ‘baba’. But baba was always baba. Juri gestures at her, expresses a feeling of longing for the three of them. “I miss them too, Malysh.” She smiles. “Think about the barbecue.”

That’s a thought that cheers both of them up. Mila loves barbecues. She has experienced several very different variants of the event during her short lifetime. Hot summer evenings at the Dacha at home in Russia, when the whole neighborhood gathered from the surrounding summer cottages in the largest garden and built a barbecue of old brick or sheet metal. Everyone contributed food and the vodka was lined up on a table. They danced, sang, there was always someone playing the accordion and some dexterous ribbons of wreaths. The smell of smoke settled deep in the clothes, but it did not matter, it was part of the experience itself. It was so easy and homely. In the wee hours, when half the vodka ration was consumed, there could be both hopak dancing and sniping. During the autumn harvest, people also grilled, especially during forest excursions and mushroom picking. Mama fried mushrooms over an open fire while papa boned fish. In the winter, they did the same thing, dressed up in several layers of clothes and fur hats. Their breaths stood like ice clouds from their mouths, but they didn’t freeze and the fire kept their cheeks glowing hot.

In the States, she got to experience a different kind of barbecue, not as folksy, but still nice in that American, exaggerated way. Joe Galka owned a Weber grill, a piece as big as a piano, Mila thought, to which he was very attached. He could grill most things. In the summers there was a barbecue almost every weekend and friends and family were invited. Mila’s, Billy’s and Adam’s friends were always invited. Even in the States, people brought food to the festivities; meringue pies, apple pies, ribs dripped with sauce, mashed potatoes, salads and god knows what. Significantly less strong booze than the Russian festivities, but all the more pale beer; disgusting Corona and Budweiser, that the middle-aged men, gathered around Joe’s grill, wearing the same type of cargo shorts and short-sleeved shirts, happily sipped. And sniping was out of the question in the suburbs. When Mila met Jim and they went on hikes just the two of them, Mila went in childhood. They grilled over an open fire in the woods, or at a beach, using firewood and matches, an old frying pan and some simple tools. They brought food, coffee, booze and, God forbid, a big bag of marshmallows. Jim loved those grilled, melting sugar bombs, while Mila couldn’t stand them, instead preferring grilled fruit with a little honey and cinnamon. Then they picked out the guitar and the harmonica and sat there, playing and singing Creedence, country and other great songs, in the light of the fire, drinking booze, hearing the waves smoothly run into the sandy shore, the leves rattle in the breeze.

Despite the fact that Mila sees herself as an established barbecue visitor by now, after exploring her way through several barbecue cultures, this is a new version. Post-apocalyptic barbecue.

“Wonder what food we get, except for potatoes and corn.” Mila says. Juri chuckles at the thought of an all potato and corn barbecue. “Maybe some-” Mila thinks. “Green beans? Tomatoes? Oh, and what if they have found some broccoli! You’d like that.”

Earlier in the day, Mila took Juri out outside the safe zone and went on a journey of discovery in a direction they had not previously gone. After 1,2 miles they came to an open field which Mila immediately recognized as a vast potato field. There were a few, ravaged plants sticking out of the soil, but the chance that there were a lot of potatoes hidden underneath was huge. She let out a roar of joy at the discovery and frightened a couple of birds that angrily lifted from the untouched, rugged earth, and flew away to calmer lands. Some distance away, a barn loomed and Mila purposefully steered her steps towards the grayish-brown building, where the paint had begun to flake from the walls. She pushed open the door and went in, made sure that no walkers were lurking before releasing Juri from the harness and instructing him to search for potato sacks, and other useful things. Mila found the potato sacks, while Juri found a rusty shovel. They returned to the field and Mila began scanning the earth for a potentially lush piece to start digging on. Then she started digging, while Juri began to scrape the ground by hand. The sweat evaporated from her forehead, but being out there in the big field with Juri, performing body work, created an endorphin surcharge within her she hadn’t known for a long time. She felt alive. The smell of the earth, the still breeze and the sound of the shovel shaft digging into the ground. It was agrarian, made her homesick for Russia, to the Russian countryside. Sure, it was barren and vast beyond infinity, but she loved it. Her strong, Russian soul needed an outlet right there and then. Mila started singing. A hair-raising, Russian partisan song, something her grandfather sang for her as a child. Then she needed to cheer up the mood a bit, so she started singing “Panic” by The Smiths instead. Whether it was merry was questionable, but the melody was catchy. She then went down on her knees and started to dig with her hands in the soil. Suddenly she felt something in the ground, and triumphantly she pulled out the lower part of a potato plant, where surely eight or ten potatoes were still attached, and they looked really good!

“Jackpot!” Mila exclaimed.

While digging and tearing up cluster after cluster of potatoes, Mila and Juri talked about all the good potato dishes they could now make, making their mouth water with saliva. Potato gratin, fried potatoes with dill, moussaka with potatoes, one of their absolute favorites. They stopped digging after a sack was filled. Mila had to carry it home, and the sack probably weighed well over 30 kilos, so they stopped working and decided to come back another day, by car.

“Sorry, malenkiy. Time to use your legs.” said Mila, hoisting the sack onto her shoulder, next to the rucksack. Well, time to use mine as well, she thought and felt the heavy bag weighing her down. If Grandma could carry two full buckets of water from the well twice a day for seventy years, I should be able to carry thirty kilos of potatoes back to Alexandria.

Thank goodness she had tough, lanky muscles. And they didn’t run into anyone on the way back. Soaked in sweat and back inside the Alexandria walls, Mila dropped the heavy bag in front of Carol in the kitchen. Carol looked as if she could not believe her eyes at the sack. Mila went and took a much-needed shower, while Carol and Juri started peeling potatoes. She then helped Rick chop wood.

“Ya’ good at this.” Rick said as Mila, once again dripping with sweat after that very unnecessary shower, easily split firewood after firewood with the other ax.

“It may sound like a stereotype, but in Russia you learn this early in life, if you do not want to freeze to death.” Mila huffed and wiped her forehead on her arm. “Grandma and grandpa didn’t have electricity. Then you had to chop wood.”

She took a second shower an hour later, and got herself and Juri dressed up in, not fancy clothes, but clean ones, not covered in soil, dirt and potato peel. In front of the mirror she inspected the scar after the wolves machete. It was still red and bumpy, but had healed nicely, a slight miracle since she hadn’t been taking care of it nearly as well as Denise told her to. She then stepped into a pair of blue, worn jeans and ripped a top over her head. While Juri brushed his hair, Mila inspected him and cracked open a bottle of vodka.

She’s accustomed to pre-parties and has been an avid supporter of the phenomenon since her teenage years; never arrive sober to a party, or a funeral, or anything really if you’re an alcoholic like Mila.

She looks at the brand new bottle of Russian standard in her hand, contemplating if she should sweep it at the spot to increase her chances of ‘mingle and jingle’. Before she turns thought into action Maggie comes up at her right side.

“One could think everything was somewhat- I dunno, pre- all this.” Maggie says and lifts her eyebrows underneath the side swept brown hair.

“Feels odd.” Mila admits. “Nice, but strange. Be happy you don’t feel sick yet. The barbecue smell would kill you.”

Maggie looks down at the grey tank top underneath the checked shirt, smiles at the sight of her own stomach. It’s not prominently pouting yet, but in a few weeks it won’t be possible to hide the bump.

“Can’t wait.” Maggie replies ironically and nods towards the vodka bottle.

“You’re prepared for disaster or what?”

“Mouth water.” Mila says simply. “Bad breath.”

“Might be because of the mouth water.” Maggie grins as they catch sight of the bonfire and the Alexandrians, gathered around it. Maggie sniffs in the air as a puff of grilled meat comes their way. “Okay, I’m starting to get really hungry. Holy moly.”

“Preggers cravings.” Mila teases at the same time as she sees Abraham walking towards them, dressed in a button down shirt for the occasion underneath his jacket. “Looking sharp.” She greets him as he reaches the three of them. His red hair burns even brighter in the light of the flames from the fire.

“Gotta make the best of the opportunity. It’s a party.” He smiles and places a big, bearded kiss on her cheek and gives Maggie a warm hug before he squats and holds up his big palm towards Juri. “High five, little man.” Juri slams his small hand into the big man’s and looks really happy. “Heard ya’ found the potatoes.” Abraham says excitedly. “Great job, dude!”

Maggie and Mila look at each other. Yup, Juri’s the hero and Mila’s the burro, carrying the goodies more than 1,2 miles back to Alexandria. Nah, I can handle it, she thinks as she sees Juri’s proud grin, being the potato boss for the night.

“Come on, Romeo.” Mila starts walking towards the fire, that lures her towards its glowing sphere of heat and safety, awakening something primitive within her, a feeling that fire equals safety.

All of the Alexandria residents seem to be attending. Even Carl sits on a log, dragged in front of the fire, next to Aaron and Morgan. His head is wrapped up and he looks a million times better than two days ago. The color has returned to his cheeks and the sheriffs hat rests homely at the brown curls. Mila smiles at the sight. Rick appears in her field of sight at the same time. He looks fresh out of the shower and as he approaches she clearly feels a faint scent of men’s perfume.

“Carol’s over the moon with the potatoes.” He greets her as he stops in front of her.

“Glad I could contribute.” Mila says. “Where’s Daryl?” She looks around, searches for the broad man on the other side of the bonfire and in the shadows, but he’s nowhere to be seen. “I haven’t seen him today.”

Rick shrugs a little, as to say ‘who knows’.

“Come on.” He nods with his head to the side. “Let’s get ya’ beer.”

“Great.”

While Juri runs off on his own, around the bonfire to sit with Carl, Mila follows Rick over to a table, set with beer and soda. Michonne’s leaning up against the table top with a Coke in her hand, probably mixed up to a Jack and Coke if Mila knows her right, talking to Sasha and Eugene, who, judging by the strong scent, have bathed himself in shaving water. Carol, an Alexandrian woman and Denise sets the table with bowls of food. Mila’s astonished over the amounts of different dishes and sides they managed to put together for the evening. Sasha and Abraham went on a run and found an abandoned greenhouse, which hid all sorts of vegetables that miraculously survived on their own during the apocalypse. Another group of Alexandrians went fishing and also ran upon a few bewildered chickens, who had to sacrifice their lives for the sake of the festivities.

“The wall’s coming along nicely.” Mila says as she lets her gaze wander to the wall, where the big gaping hole where the church tower crashed through about a week ago. The debris is all gone and the hole is temporarily fixed with a few cars, but the structure that's supposed to become the new, reinforced wall, is already appearing.

“It’s gonna be solid.” Eugene says and nods, trying his absolute best to seem cool about it.

Mila’s been amused by him ever since he introduced himself to her; he’s intelligent, awkward and quite strange, but he certainly entertains her with all his clumsiness and strange talking. Despite her nearly ten years in the States, language is still the biggest challenge. Mila’s still learning new words and expressions and Eugene has undoubtedly made it a challenge for her to understand what he’s saying from time to time.

“Yippie.” Mila preaches as Rick puts a beer bottle in her hand. She takes it and chugs the bottle immediately, feeling a sudden rush of intense thirst only an alcoholic can feel in the presence of beer and booze. The intellectual with the prominent mullet stares at her as she takes the last sip of the bottle and puts it away. His expression pokes at her shenanigan-nerve, fuck she has to mess a little with him. “I’m into some real kinky shit after five bottles.” She therefore says and grins wolf-like at Eugene.

Eugene’s cheeks turn red like the fire next to him and he swallows. Michonne laughs into her can and both Rick and Sasha grins, struggling not to laugh. Mila reaches forward and pats poor Eugene on the arm.

“Just fucking with you.” She says and blinks. “Cheers.” And she opens the vodka bottle and offers him the first sip. “Here, it’s good for the nerves.”

“You’re a real tearaway.” Sasha says and breaks off the cap on a new Corona light.

“Extremely poor impulse control.” Mila takes back the vodka bottle and takes a bountiful sip, once again feeling the deep sense of thirst down her throat. “It gets worse with age, I notice.” She peeks behind Sasha at the table. “So, what’s for dinner?”

Carol, who happens to hear her question, comes up to the group at the table, holding a pie between the oven mittens.

“A real feast, that’s for sure.” She explains and puts the pie down. “Ribs, chicken, fish, vegetables, potatoes. Daryl must’ve hit the jackpot, he brought back an entire forest.” Carol smiles and removes the checked oven mittens from her hands. “And pie for dessert.”

“Are we celebrating something?” Sasha says.

“Being alive?” Michonne taps her fingers at the can.

“Anyone having their birthday soon, or just had? That could be a reason.” Eugene suggests.

“Don’t even know what date it is.” Mila says and takes another sip of the vodka. “Mine’s in June.”

“Gotta celebrate something.” Eugene continues.

“How ‘bout-” Rick begins. “A party for those who can’t be here.”

“A death party?” Mila raises her eyebrows at Rick.

“That’s morbid.” Sasha wrinkles her nose.

“Could work.” Mila continues. “Russian funerals often turn into parties. At first people cry something incredibly for hours and hours and hours- Then you drink until you can’t feel feelings anymore.”

“Sounds even more weird.” Eugene expresses. “I like Rick’s idea better.”

“I’m gonna drink anyway.” Mila snorts and continues to drink. At least she’s dressed up somewhat properly for a funeral reception; black top, black leather jacket and, yeah the fedora might be questionable, but at least she wears black boots!

They sit down and eat when Aaron, Glenn, Rosita and Gabriel have sliced the grilled meat and put it on the buffet table. Juri’s plate is filled with potatoes and vegetables as well as Mila’s and he’s got a juice box safely placed between his cute feet. They sit on a log with Rick and Carol; eating, drinking and talking while the fire crackles, the cicadas sing behind the wall. The sky above them is starry and the sparks from the fire rises towards the gleaming stars, millions of lightyears away. But Daryl is nowhere to be seen. Where the hell is he? Mila looks around every now and then, but Rick assures her that he’s alright. Why wouldn’t he? To calm her mind, she empties the vodka bottle and runs to get another one, just as the party attendants does a turn two at the buffet.

“Ey, look who’s back.” Rick suddenly says and looks at Mila- no, over her shoulder, behind her.

Mila turns on the log and looks behind her. Daryl comes walking down the street towards them. In the warm light of the fire Mila can see that he’s fine, unharmed, but holds something behind his back. She gets up from the log, a movement that makes the others pause their conversations and laughter to look at her. Mila gets ready to give him a scolding, but Daryl’s facial expression makes her change her mind. It’s soft, somewhat gawky, but yet soft and not stern and grumpy. It strikes her there and then that he hasn’t looked surly at all lately, at least not while looking at her. She takes a step over the log and walks to meet him. The wrinkle created between her eyebrows softens as he stops in front of her in the light of the big fire.

“Where’ve you been?” She asks and crosses her arms over her chest.

“Had a thing to do.” He says and screws a little, but keeps his back straight. “I’m here now.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Mila looks him straight in the eyes. “But where were you? I was worried.”

Instead of giving her a verbal answer, Mila has come to understand Daryl’s idea, that words are unnecessary sometimes well by now. He takes out what he’s hiding behind his back, and holds it out for her. A guitar. An acoustic sunburst Epiphone, with engraved flowers on the pickguard. Mila stares at the beautiful instrument as Daryl hands it over to her; the shimmery pearly detailing in the maple neck, steel strings and rosewood details. She lifts her gaze and looks at Daryl in awe.

“Though ya’d like it.” Daryl looks at her, not sure if she’s happy or disappointed. “Ya’ said ya’ played.”

Yeah, yes she did say that. But she didn’t think he’d remembered. She can’t speak. Instead, Mila wraps her arms around his neck, with the guitar’s neck still in a firm grip. The last time she got a guitar, it was Jim who surprised her with one. He blindfolded her and drove her to the music store where he led her in, like a blind. Mila stumbled on the threshold and tore off her blindfold, red in the face with anger over his shenanigans. But the anger ran off when she saw where she was.

“Pick one.”

“Pick what?”

“A guitar.” Jim reached out his arms to his side, to the guitars hanging around the walls of the shop. “Whatever one you want.”

Mila picked a light sunburst Fender that time. It was left behind in Brooklyn along with Jim’s old, trusted Gibson. At least their guitars were together.

“Thank you.” Mila whispers into his ear and releases her grip around Daryl’s neck.

It’s one of the finest, most thoughtful gifts she has received in a long time. She squeezes the neck and admires the wooden piece. He really went off and found her a guitar. Around them, the other inhabitants have paused whatever they’re doing, to look at them. Abraham is the one that finally breaks the silence, still chewing on a glazed rib.

“Well, whatcha waitin’ for? Play it, Jersey.” He points at the guitar with the bone.

Her mouth turns into a wide grin. My God, she hasn’t played in awhile and the guitar isn’t even tuned. She takes Daryl’s hand, intervenes her fingers with his and drags him off to the overturned log, steps over it and sits down next to Juri, who looks overjoyed with the possibility of some live music. Her number one fan. Daryl sits down next to her and Carol hands him a plate of food. It’s like someone pressed ‘play’. Everyone starts talking to each other again, eating and drinking, just as before Daryl appeared with the guitar. While Daryl eats, Mila begins to tune the guitar, at the same time as she gets meaningful glances from both Maggie and Carol, who blink at her.

“I did not know you played guitar.” Says Carl and looks wide-eyed at the guitar.

“I'm full of surprises.” Mila smiles cheeky at him.

“Can you make requests?” Rick says and takes a sip of his Corona.

“Depends on the request.” Mila replies. She knows that Rick has a similar taste in music as she; they have more than once hummed along to the same country songs while working, so he won’t have to be disappointed. “I’m a little rusty.” And not nearly drunk enough to feel completely at ease with performing in front of these people, she thinks and looks around. For some reason this is different than before. Different from the bars and the family gatherings with the Galka’s and Jim. “I’ll punch you if any of you say Wonderfall.” Mila squints her eyes at her crowd as she tunes the low E-string, considering the guitar to be in playable condition.

“Thought it was Wonderwall?” Glenn looks at Maggie, slightly confused.

“I’ll punch you.” Mila places her fingers on the cold steel strings and strikes a loop of chords, searching for a melody. She quickly finds the sound she’s looking for; huh, she wasn’t that rusty after all. With her tongue in between her teeth she starts playing something random.

The sheriff's tapping boot is enough for her to pick Rick as her target.

“Come on, I’m not doing it on my own.”

Rick takes a sip of beer, chuckles a little. But Mila’s serious. As is Michonne.

“Do it Sheriff.” Michonne bumps Rick in the side. “We got ya’ back.”

Mila doesn’t wait for an answer. He won’t be able to resist later on. She adjusts the guitar on her leg and starts playing a tune, praying to some higher power that her voice won’t break.

“As long as I remember, the rain's been comin' down. Clouds of mystery pourin', confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, tryin' to find the sun. And I wonder, still I wonder, who'll stop the rain-”

She gets chills down her spine as she manages to pull the Creedence classic off pretty decently, sitting at the log between the men in her life, surrounded by her new family. Just as when she performed it at that bar with Jim that first time she performed like that in her life, a couple of years ago. She vomited into a bin before going on stage, or more like a corner with a rug of the small, crowded bar in Brooklyn, but as soon as she had the guitar in her hands and started singing, she felt calm, secure. Jim used to say it was a miracle she learned to play the guitar at the pace she did, having only played piano and the violin during her childhood. Guitars was a dumb instrument, according to her papa. Pff, what did he know? Prison was for dumb people, and look where he was? Mila lets the chord die after the last “-and I wonder, still I wonder, who'll stop the rain?”, then continues with Springsteen.

“On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert, I pick up my money and head back into town. Driving 'cross the Waynesboro county line, I got the radio on and I'm just killing time-”

She notices Daryl’s gaze in the corner of her eyes, just as she notices Juri’s nodding head and Abraham saying, mids a chuckle of delighted surprise:

“I’ll be damn.”

It’s like inviting all of them into a very special place of herself, a place where she can be something else than a mom, a dental nurse and a girl with a broken past. With a deep, lingering gaze, she tries to communicate that to Daryl, as a way of explaining her trust in him. To her, music is medicine for the soul and the heart. A heritage she has passed on to Juri when giving him the walkman for his birthday.

“The dogs on Main Street howl, 'Cause they understand. If I could take one moment into my hands, mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man. And I believe in a promised land-”

She removes her fingers from the strings and the chord echoes out into the night, blends in with the cheering. She’s warmed up now, overflown with the rush of happy adrenaline playing the guitar causes her, just as the applause makes her blush. Okay, let's go with something happy, she thinks.

“Here’s a lil' something to cheer ya’ll up.” She says in her most convincing country-voice, puts her fingers into a ‘G’ and: “Daddy won a radio and tuned it to a country show, I was rockin' in the cradle to the cryin' of a steel guitar-”

It takes Rick ten seconds to hear what song it is, he knows his country music. He jumps into the chorus, at first doubtfully, but encouraged by both Carl and Abe, who have taken out a cigar from his jacket, he seems to think ‘what the hell’, and sings a little louder, with more feeling. And it’s fun.

“Singin 'in the bars and- Chasin' that neon rainbow, livin 'that honky tonk dream.' Cause all I've ever wanted, is to pick this guitar and sing. Just tryin 'to be somebody, just wanna be heard and seen. I'm chasin 'that neon rainbow, livin' that honky tonk dream- “

He continues to sing with her as Mila follows up with the Beatles “Rocky Raccoon”, but lets her continue on her own after that, with both “Thunder road” and a country version of “I’m on fire”.

“Your accent disappears when you sing.” Maggie says as Mila takes a few sips of vodka.

“Yeah I haven’t figured the reason for that out yet.” Mila wipes her mouth on the back of her hand as she grabs the guitar again, her fingertips pulsating from having to work the strings again. “But singing country with an accent would sound weird, I guess? Okay, one last one.”

She ends her one woman-show, which could just as well be seen as therapy for her musically starving soul, with Kate Bush’s “Running up that hill”, as the flames from the fire licks the now pitch black sky, sprinkled with millions, billions of stars.

“Say, if I only could, I'd be running up that hill. With no problems…”

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pomnavi · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 2/?

Fandom: 血界戦線 | Kekkai Sensen | Blood Blockade Battlefront

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Klaus von Reinherz/Leonardo Watch

Characters: Leonardo Watch, Klaus von Reinherz, K.K. (Kekkai Sensen),

Tags: Christmas Presents, Sweaters, Knitting

Summary:

Leo wants to get Klaus a present for Christmas, but he’s not sure what to get him (and he’s woefully low on funds). Plus, would getting your (super hot) boss (that you may have a crush on) a present be coming on too strong? He’s not sure what to do, until K.K. gives him a great idea >:)

Chapter 1: Inception of a Bad Idea

Chapter 2: An Attempt was Made

Leo sat in his apartment the next day after work, browsing through the pattern books that KK had given him. There were a few books that were meant specifically for babies (understandable, given KK’s fawning over her children) but one book was marked with pink sticky note saying “This one is perfect!”. It was a book of patterns for “the boyfriend”, and KK had scrawled some hastily drawn hearts (on small sticky notes of course) next to a few items in the table of contents.

Leo smiled at her thoughtfulness. He was definitely going to make her something in return for the help.

He looked at the items that she’d marked down, but honestly some of them looked kind of… dorky. Like something a grandma would make for their adult grandson. Or a wife for a husband when they were already fifty years old. And that was definitely not the kind of sentiment Leo was trying to get across right now. (Maybe…. Someday….)

He sighed and put the book down, and then sorted through the other items in the paper bag that KK had handed him. There was an assortment of colorful yarn, most of them in pastel colors. He tried imagining Klaus wearing any of the colors as a hat, scarf, or mittens, and started cackling at the image. Klaus in pink mittens while he’s trying to take down a blood breed. Or a lavender infinity scarf while discussing something with a client. Or a mint green hat while coming in to work.

All of it seemed silly, but he had no doubt in his mind that if he earnestly made Klaus those presents, he would wear them no matter how bad they looked. Leo wanted to do his best to make something really nice that complimented Klaus.

He dug through all the different yarn skeins until he came upon a big skein of maroon. He instantly knew that it had to be this color. Klaus wore a lot of red so this would match perfectly!

He grabbed the pattern books again. He started flipping through the pages quickly, looking for a nice design. He happened upon a design for a sweater in the same book that KK hadn’t marked. It actually looked like something Klaus might wear, so Leo decided he was going to try it! He envisioned Klaus wearing it, and blushed a little.

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A few days later, Leo came in to work that day feeling peppier than usual. He felt motivated with his plan, and he was busy researching how to knit in the downtime between the crises that usually happened on a daily basis. He had brought some needles and a different color of yarn (a beautiful green/blue mix) in order to practice the stitches and make what was called a “swatch”.

It was earlier in the morning, and it seemed Klaus was busy that day on assignment. Steven was engrossed in his office work. Chain was nowhere to be found (as usual). Zed was in the backroom sleeping in his tank. Zapp was probably hungover. And Leo didn’t know where K.K. was, though he wished he did.

He plugged in his earbuds into his phone, with a video called “How to start knitting” pulled up. Timidly, he grabbed the needles and skein out of his backpack, making sure nobody was around to make fun of him.

Leo played the video, following the instructions and the beginning “swatch” as best he could. His hands slipped and dropped the yarn multiple times, but eventually he began to get a feel for the rhythm, zoning out while casting on stitches. He then continued onto the second row, feeling confident at how well it was going, as well as how easy it was. An hour passed, with Leo quietly knitting while listening to music.

At this point, he had completely forgotten how secretive he was supposed to be. Steven sighed at his remaining work and decided that it was just the perfect time for a coffee break. Gilbert was out too, so Steven made a pot and poured himself and Leo a cup. He was nothing if not a considerate boss… some of the time at least.

Steven grabbed both cups and made his way towards the couches in the center of the room. He saw Leo sitting on the couch, hands moving slowly but steadily, building up inches on his project with a smile on his face. “Hey kiddo, what’re you up to?”

Leo noticed Steven approaching out of the corner of his eye, and took out one of his earbuds. “I’m practicing knitting! You know, for the Secret Santa!” He grinned back at his boss.

“Oh? For who?” Steven slyly asked. He placed the cup in front of Leo on the table, and Leo carefully put away his work before picking it up.

“You know I can’t tell you that haha.” He sipped at the coffee. Not as delicious as Gilbert’s, but still a decent strong brew. Perfect for the impromptu all-nighter that they sometimes had to pull for Libra work.

“Well, you can’t say I didn’t try to figure out who got me! I’m scared if it’s K.K. though” Steven said, imagining the worst possible present the sniper could get him. Leo smiled fondly.

“I don’t think K.K. would give you a bad present though, she’s really nice! She even gave me the idea and supplies for my present.”

Steven raised his brow at that. “Leo, that’s because K.K. practically thinks of you as her own child. That woman would kill me where I stand without a second thought if she thought she had a passable reason for it.”

Leo struggled to hold down his snort while he was drinking his coffee, failing spectacularly and spilling a little on his jacket. He reached into his backpack for some stray napkins.

“Anyways, I got Klaus for my secret santa giftee and-“

“Wait, that’s not possible! I got-“ Leo realized his mistake and shut up, but it was too late.

“Bingo!” Steven smirked like the cat that ate the canary. “Hmnn…I see, you got Klaus huh? Must have been K.K. and Gilbert’s doing.” The older man left the conversation at that, having finished his coffee, and returned back to his work.

Leo could see a knowing smile on Steven’s face, but couldn’t figure out what the expression meant. After finishing his break, Leo went back to working on his swatch, only to be interrupted by Zapp barging into the office like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

“Hey pube-head! You’re coming with me, we got shit that needs doing.”

#Kekkai Sensen #Sweater Curse #otp: KuraLeo #Klaus von Reinherz #Leonardo Watch #fanfiction #Blood Blockade Battlefront #navi writes

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globaldoom98 · 4 years ago

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𝑀𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I hate it, when all the songs I've heard over the years get lost. Therefore I have now developed a few playlists.

[All lists will be updated regularly if needed].

Playlist 2021: Virgin Black - Our Wings are Burning Virgin Black - Lamenting Kiss Uaral - Depression Thunderbolt - Black Clouds Over Dark Majesty This Cold Night - Black Cathedral The Darkstar Calling - From Wings Of Death Rammstein - Heirate mich Pop Will Eat Itself - Ich Bin Ein Ausländer Night Haze - You Cant Reach Me Forlorn Kingdom - Walking The Paths Of Old Forgotten Kingdoms - Crowned in Forlorn Darkness Explizit Einsam - Traum vom Leben Explizit Einsam - Dunkler Kristall Dismal Euphony - Shine for Me, Misery Dismal Euphony - An Autumn Leaf In The Circles Of Time Dismal Euphony - All Little Devils Devil Doll - The Sacrilege of Fatal Arms Devil Doll - Sacrilegium Sounds of Lemuria - Klavier Floodland - Seemann Nosferatu - Lucy is Red The Daughters of Bristol - The Leaving The Daughters of Bristol - Sweet Lies Midnight Caine - Eremia Malaise - Separation Erato - Sweet Killing Silenzium - Mein Herz brennt (Rammstein Cover) After Dusk - Strange Aeons’ Signs After Dusk - The Seas Of Infinity Decoded Feedback - Red Cell Siva Six - Until Death Reunites Us Hate Of Shadows - Winter Place Shades Of Hell - Remediate the pain Zeromancer - Revengefuck Ludovico Technique - Becoming Numb Aesthetic Perfection - Love Like Lies Aesthetic Perfection - Dead Zone Unaverage Gang - Cold Steel KMFDM - Come on, Go off (Rotersand Mix) KMFDM - Help Us, Save Us, Take Us Away KMFDM - Make Your Stand Tiamat - Wildhoney Intro Skinny Puppy - Inquisition Skinny Puppy - Testure Seraphim System - Beast (Cygnosic Remix) Seraphim Shock - Upon A Time Seraphim Shock - Molly’s Web Seraphim Shock - Anna Seraphim Shock - Bloodline Covenant - Last Dance Chaotic Rave System - Power Up Avarice In Audio - The Cassandra Komplex Avarice In Audio - Our Cold Hands Avarice In Audio - Lolita Express Avarice In Audio - Heartless Disaster Avarice In Audio - Crystal Tears Avarice In Audio - Lie To Me Project Christow - Hydra Project Christow - Hellraiser Project Christow - Hatred Through The Eyes Project Christow - Iceberg Men Project Christow - Ruby Of Men Project Christow - Luciferist Control Alt Deus - Shes Made Of Fire Deine Lakaien - Over And Done IAmTheShadow - Everything in this Nothingness Stahlnebel & Black Selket - Bloody Rain Arcana - We Rise Above Unsinn - Fly Away Stereomotion - Broken ASP - Possession Blutengel - Disobedience Blutengel - Damokles E Nomine - Der Ring der Nibelungen Nox Arcana - Night Wraiths Black Heaven - The Enemy In Ourselves Ice Ages - Forsaken Subliminal Code - It’s A Lie Alienoxir - Rostro Perfecto Alienoxir - Honor Y Resistencia Alienoxir - Same Like You Say Just Words - Victimas Mr. Gasmask - Draaimolen Mr. Gasmask - Progress Trap Mr. Gasmask - Time Out Forever Mr. Gasmask - Chip Chapter The Cascades - Ihr werdet sein Orange Sector - I Hate You Mourning Mist - Ancient Ruins Mega Drive - I Am The Program Rammstein - Jeder lacht Lacrimosa - Der letzte Hilfeschrei Dark Lunacy - The Mystic Rail Neuzeitsyndrom - Sektor Ausgang CLANN - Requiem CLANN - Closer CLANN - Unseelie Diorama - Record Deal Spielbann - Hier kommt dein Tag Spielbann - Bruder Narr Das Werk - Schwarzes Horn Radiohead - Street Spirit Diorama - Kiss Of Knowledge Diorama - Champagne For All Diorama - Exit The Grey Diorama - Sad But True Diorama - Erase Me Project Pitchfork - Requiem Project Pitchfork - Souls Suicide Commando - Better Off Dead Wumpscut - Dort Lieber Herrscher Lacromosa - Kaleidoskop Lacrimosa - MondFeuer Lacrimosa - Requiem Lacrimosa - Ruin Noise Resistance - Send My Own World To The Crash Tanzende Kadaver - Nekromantik Engelsblut - Totenlicht Black Heaven - Weisse Lilie Playlist 2019 / 2021: Agalloch - Plateau Of The Ages Agalloch - Dark Matter Gods Lifelover - En Sång Om Dig Lifelover - I Love (To Hurt) You Lifelover - Kärlek, Becksvart Melankoli UnderTheSkin - Cold Myuu - Scent Of Night Deadmau5 - Superliminal Rome - Querkraft Rammstein - Halt Rammstein - Nebel Rammstein - Spieluhr Robert Miles - Landscape Robert Miles - Red Zone Part 1 Robert Miles - In my dreams Robert Miles - In The Dawn Train 1996 Goethes Erben - Unbekannter Soldat Rammstein - Rosenrot Synthwave Instrumental Cover Nebular Spools - Ghosts Of Future Pasts Frown Upon Their Own Agonoize - I Just Want To Live Shining - Ren Djaula Angest Shining - Through Corridors of Oppression Shining -Han Som Lurar Inom Silencer - I Shall Lead, You Shall Follow Ellende - Rückzug in die Innerlichkeit Ellende - Ballade auf den Tod Ellende - Aus der Ferne Teil II Ellende - It Is Always Something Interitus - Der Traum von menschenleerer Schönheit Interitus - Deborah X-RX - Die Hölle auf Erden X-RX - Activate the Machinez Blood Magick - Melancholy Of A Monster Blood Magick - No Escape Blood Magick - I Have Seen So Much Pain Moon Tooth - Trough Ash Atreyu - Cant Happen There Atreyu - Demonology And Heartache Atreyu - Slow Burn The Cascades - Hexen Einmaleins Wumpscut - Jesus Antichristus (Psycho Shop Remix) FLESH - Creep the line Playlist 2016 / 2018: Atrocity - Enigma Lacrimosa - Tränen Der Existenzlosigkeit In Death It Ends - Pomba Gira Nachtmahr - Chaos Nachtmahr - Wir sind die Toten Rammstein - Führe mich Rammstein - Gib mir deine Augen Rammstein - Halleluja Rammstein - Mein Teil Oomph! - Hast Du Geglaubt Epinephrin - Hasswelt A7ie - A Dream Within a Dream A7ie - Some Kind Of Hate A7ie - Mort Wumpscut - Cross Of Iron Nano Infect - Fall Asleep Seraphim Shock - After Dark Mr Gasmask - The Wooden Suit Engelsblut - Dämonenlied Engelsblut - Kalt Infekktion - Human Nature Grendel - Hate This Grendel - Timewave Zero Playlist 2013 / 2015: Linkin Park - By Myself Linkin Park - With You Linkin Park - Somwhere I Belong Kreator - Amokrun KMFDM - Megalomaniac KMFDM - Godlike KMFDM - Anarchy Slipknot - Surfacing Atreyu - No One Cares Shakira - She Wolf Nelly Furtado - Promiscuous Morning Mist - Rage Prypjat - Block 4 Rammstein - Bestrafe mich Rammstein - Rosenrot Wumpscut - War Wumpscut - Totmacher Wumpscut - Die in winter Reaper - Altum Silentium Soko Friedhof - Und ich breite meine Schwingen Robert Miles - Children Nine Inch Nails - Closer Nine Inch Nails - Something I Can Never Have iDOLEAST - Style Pink Floyd - High Hopes Wumpscut - Zerstörte Träume Aesthetic Perfection - A Nice Place to Visit UnterART - Just You Wait Marilyn Manson - Evidence

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humanistauno · 5 years ago

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Chris Evans’ Life Behind The Limelight

by: Matt Basco

Chris Evans is an American actor best known for playing comic book superhero Captain America on the big screen.

Early Life

Christopher Robert Evans was conceived on June 13, 1981, in Boston, Massachusetts, and brought up in the close by town of Sudbury. While his father, Robert, gave monetary solidness as a dental specialist, Evans and his three kin were attracted to the performing expressions universe of their mom, Lisa, an artist turned Youth Theater chief. As Evans reviewed, "We resembled the von Trapps [from The Sound of Music], all singing and moving."

A characteristic competitor, Evans wrestled and played lacrosse at Lincoln-Sudbury Regional High School, when not put resources into his school or network theater. He spent the late spring before his senior year of secondary school interning for a throwing organization in New York City, making significant contacts and sharpening his aptitudes at the Lee Strasberg Institute. Anxious to restore, the hopeful entertainer sped through his senior year to graduate a half semester in front of his cohorts.

Who Is Chris Evans?

Brought up in the Boston zone, Chris Evans handled his first significant film job in the parody Not another Teen Movie. He played the Human Torch in two Fantastic Four flicks, however the ball was in his court as another superhuman that moved him to notoriety in the immensely fruitful Captain America and The Avengers blockbusters. Evans additionally earned praise for his exhibition in the tragic Snowpiercer, and made a generally welcomed Broadway debut in 2018.

Movies

'Captain America' and 'the Avengers'

In July 2011, Evans joined the burgeoning Marvel Cinematic Universe Empire with Captain America: The First Avenger. As Steve Rogers, the scrawny but dutiful serviceman who undergoes a massive physical transformation to become the titular super soldier, Evans capably displayed the earnestness central to his character, along with the eye-popping physique and fighting skills requisite for a modern action star. The First Avenger was just the start of the MCU run for Evans, who joined Robert Downey Jr.'s Iron Man, Chris Hemsworth's Thor and other big-name actors, both in and out of costume, for the superhero blockbuster The Avengers (2012). Evans went on to headline the sequels of his own Captain America franchise with The Winter Soldier (2014) and Civil War (2016), while also leading the charge for The Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015) and surfacing in other Marvel features, like Ant-Man (2015) and Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017). Initially reluctant to wield the Captain's shield due to the extended commitment, Evans was ready to move on by the time his contract drew to a close, with Avengers: Infinity War (2018) and Avengers: Endgame (2019) showcasing his final performances as America's super solider.

Early Roles

'Not another Teen Movie' and 'Cellular'

Evans first major film role came in Not another Teen Movie (2001), a spoof of high school dramas like She's All that (1999) and earlier predecessors. As football star Jake Wyler, he follows the formulaic procedure of accepting a bet to date the nerdy, glasses-wearing girl, delivering a silly highlight by squirting on the whipped cream bikini made famous by Ali Larter in Varsity Blues (1999). He followed with another high school comedy, The Perfect Score (2004), as part of a group of students who steal the answers to an SAT exam, and then the action-thriller Cellular (2004), where he showed his future leading man chops by helping to rescue Kim Basinger from her captors.

'Fantastic Four' and 'Scott Pilgrim'

Other Comic Adaptations Prior to his star-making turn in Captain America, Evans went the superhero route for Fantastic Four (2005), as Johnny Storm/Human Torch. The film was a commercial success, but a downturn at the box office for Rise of the Silver Surfer (2007), along with another round of largely negative reviews, led to the cancellation of a third installment.

Returning to comic-sourced material, Evans provided voice work for the animated TMNT (2007), as the boyfriend of the Ninja Turtles' colleague, April O'Neil. He later co-starred in the action comedy The Losers (2010), which drew mixed reviews despite a strong cast, and landed a supporting role in the entertaining Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010), as an over-the-top version of the Hollywood action hero he had become. Meanwhile, the actor took advantage of the all-American good looks and charm that made him a natural for romantic comedies. He played the "Harvard Hottie" of past and future co-star Scarlett Johannson in The Nanny Diaries (2007), before becoming the ideal match for Anna Faris in what’s Your Number? (2011).

Drama and Sci-Fi

'London' and 'Sunshine'

Coming off his early teen films, Evans showed he could handle weightier fare with London (2005), as a junkie struggling to get over his ex-girlfriend. He later took on Tennessee Williams in The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond (2008), with Bryce Dallas Howard, and portrayed a real-life lawyer and drug addict who goes after the pharmaceutical industry in Puncture (2010).

'Iceman' and 'Snowpiercer'

Despite his Marvel commitments requiring much of his energy, Evans found the time for other screen projects to his liking. Iceman (2012) gave him the chance to overturn his squeaky-clean superhero image as a contract killer who assists Michael Shannon's sadistic hitman. Snowpiercer (2013) placed him back in leading man territory, albeit as an antihero in a dystopian future.

'The Red Sea Diving Resort’ and 'Knives Out'

Evans next starred as an Israeli agent in The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019), based on the real-life rescue and transport of Ethiopian Jews to Israel in 1981. Late that year, he again distanced himself from the wholesome superhero image by playing an obnoxious playboy in the murder-mystery Knives Out.

Net Worth

Evans checks in at a cool $70 million, according to Celebrity Net Worth. The bulk of his fortune has come from his Marvel Cinematic involvement, though it took a little while to get there, after reportedly receiving a relatively modest $300,000 for his first Captain America movie.

Romantic Life and Girlfriends

Evans was involved in an on-and-off relationship with actress Jenny Slate after they got to know one another on the set of The Gifted. The couple spent the 2017 holiday season together, though they reportedly split for good a few months later. Earlier in his career, from 2001 to 2006, Evans was in a long-term relationship with Jessica Biel. He has also been linked to actresses Minka Kelly and Lily Collins.

Chris Evans's Height and Workout

At 6 feet tall but naturally slim, Evans displayed the results of long hours in the gym while progressing from the rangy jock of Not another Teen Movie, to the beefier Human Torch of Fantastic Four, to the cartoonishly muscular Captain America. Packing on the pounds was vital to the appearance of his laboratory-enhanced superhero, prompting a training regimen that included high-weight reps of squats, deadlifts and incline bench presses, as well as bodyweight exercises like dips and pull-ups. By the time of The Winter Soldier, he had incorporated gymnastics and plyometrics to his routine for more speed and agility, aiding his efforts in such scenes as when he beats up a group of men in a crowded elevator.

TV Shows

Sent to Los Angeles by his agent in the late 1990s to audition for a show called Get Real (where he met Anne Hathaway), Evans instead wound up with a supporting role on Opposite Sex, alongside Milo Ventimiglia, as one of the few boys to attend a former all-girls academy. The teen comedy-drama lasted for only eight episodes in the summer of 2000, but still provided vital exposure for its young stars. Evans went on to make appearances in The Fugitive, Skin and the popular Boston Public. In 2008, with his successful film career well under way, he provided voice work for Adult Swim's stop-motion series Robot Chicken.

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abigailskoda · 4 years ago

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The Historic TWA Terminal and Lockheed Consellation at JFK

Presentation:

As I passed the control stopped convertible and entered the https://moneymofo.com/ entryways of the Eero Saarinen-planned TWA Terminal with its winged, flight-proposing rooftop at JFK International Airport on a mid-September day, nothing, I noted, had changed, then again, actually the traveler registration counters flanking either side were refreshingly without lines. Maybe that ought to have been a clue.

Mounting the dozen steps and afterward redescending those that prompted the natural Sunken Lounge, I looked at the Solari split-fold appearances and flights load up, its boards intermittently flipping and clattering like stacking poker chips, however they just uncovered clear squares. There were no flight numbers, no occasions, and no objections.

However by perspectives on the vintage aircrafts on the slope through the floor-to-roof calculated glass showing TWA's red-and-white uniform, yet deficient with regards to a solitary stream motor, my objective today must be marked "history" or, even "flying history." Perhaps that was suitable for the "gear" I brought: a carry-on comprising of a clipboard and a pen.

The scene before me was a suspended one. The time frame music and the declarations repeating through my head moved me to the one I was not in.

"TWA Starstream Flight 802 to Paris, presently loading up at entryway one," they said.

My eyes, examining past the area of the once popular and recognizable Brass Rail Restaurant toward the double, fundamental terminal interfacing tubes actually secured with bean stew red pepper covering to the flight zone, I completely expected to take in at least one Boeing 707-320Bs with their gruffly pointed, radome noses, 35-degree cleared wings, and Pratt and Whitney JT3D-3B low detour proportion turbofans.

However the Lockheed L-1649A Starliner Constellation, speaking to the apex of-cylinder improvement, demonstrated that the time safeguarded and portrayed "out there" was not the one my psyche attempted to persuade me actually existed "in here." Instead, it was twenty years sooner, of the 1960s, and I had entered a saved pocket of time.

THE TWA TERMINAL:

As an articulation, portrayal, and improvement of the post-World War II-filled, innovation encouraged business carrier industry and the then-named Idlewild International Airport whose development came about because of it, the TWA Terminal was and is a compositionally tasteful image, all things considered, It catches the impression of trip with its wing-taking after shell and the liquid, open inside underneath it.

Not at all like a large number of the present single-building, various carrier offices, it follows its starting point to 1954 when the Port Authority of New York concocted its terminal city idea. Foreseeing the requirement for framework to take into account expanding travel interest, it executed an arrangement in which each significant transporter would configuration, manufacture, and work its own terminal, encouraging, all the while, brand character. In spite of the fact that the TWA office was the design reaction to the Port Authority's masterplan, its aircraft affiliation was one of its goals from the beginning, as expressed by the undertaking commission, which previously looked for a proficient ground activities framework, yet optionally needed "to furnish TWA with publicizing, exposure, and consideration" with it.

That the picked site for it was at the peak of the air terminal's frontage road, established the expectation nearly as much as the solidified substance which framed it, and that it actually does today, regardless of the two-decade stretch since the aircraft's downfall, fills this post-transporter need.

Eero Saarinen, a Finnish-American engineer and originator and now and again thought to be a mid-century ace, was picked to change both Idlewild's and TWA's vision into solid reality in 1955. Following his own genealogical roots to his dad, Eliel Saarinen, a draftsman, and his mom, Loja Saarinien, a material craftsman, he could guarantee that the ability went through his veins similarly as uninhibitedly as did his blood when he was conceived in 1910. In the wake of examining model in Paris, engineering at Yale University, and plan at the Cranbrook Academy of Art in Michigan, he changed material into stylish capacity in such manifestations as the St. Louis Gateway Arch and Washington-Dulles International Airport.

In spite of the fact that Eero Saarinen accomplished his objective of making a theoretical portrayal of trip in the TWA Terminal, its motivation was rarely unquestionably decided, some proposing that a thumb sorrow into an emptied grapefruit skin brought about the possible bended, concrete, evenly situated rooftop areas that flawlessly spilled out of the wharfs that upheld them and were just isolated by tight lookout windows. The four met at a roundabout swinging place point.

The rooftop's wing surface arch or camber proceeded in the blood red and white inside by methods for the upper walkaway upheld sections that converged into both floor and roof as though they were vital to them. Its absence of rectangularity was clear in its different highlights. The flights of stairs, for example, were bended and its terminal and takeoff relax associating passageways were more similar to barrel shaped cylinders.

Its general articulation was one of 1960s neo-futurism and space-age Googie design.

Notwithstanding what at last end up being Saarinen's compositional accomplishment, it additionally turned into his heritage, since a year after he assessed its superstructure in 1961, he died at 52, never having seen his completed item.

While it was expected to serve little cylinder aircrafts whose limits never surpassed a hundred, it was not fit to TWA's thin body planes, for example, the 707 and the 727, considerably less its widebody ones, including the 747, the L-1011 TriStar, and the 767, requiring the expansion of jetbridge-associated loading up satellites.

After the transporter's 2001 end, its unique terminal anticipated reason or safeguarding. Its destruction, at any rate, had just been saved. In 1994, it was assigned a New York City milestone, at which time then Chairwoman of the Landmark Preservation Commission, Larie Beckelman, remarked in "The New York Times," "This is maybe the quintessential present day structure, communicating development and the entire idea of flight."

After eleven years it was put on the National Register of Historic Places. With its essence in any event guaranteed, it actually anticipated the two "p's"- protection and reason.

THE TWA HOTEL:

Safeguarding and reason, in the function, became different sides to a similar coin-that is, reestablish the 392,000-square-foot terminal to reproduce its 1960's magnificence and fill in as the anchor and hall to another different sides for this situation, two rectangular, dark glass structures with 512 lodgings created by MCR/MORSE and four building firms at a $250 million or more expense.

Draftsman Richard Southwick, who regulated the undertaking's rebuilding, noted of the TWA Flight Center, "(It was) the ideal image of post-war good faith, the wizardry of flight, and the style of mid-century current engineering."

Its first visitors were acknowledged in May of 2019.

As a "entryway," it contains the Sunken Lounge with the Solari flight load up; a mixed drink relax; a Sundries Shop with vintage duplicates of "Life," "Time," "Great Housekeeping," and "Family Circle" magazines; a good old shoe sparkle station took care of the edge (obviously); a TWA Gift Shop whose each thing, one way or different, shows the aircraft's logo; a 10,000-square-foot wellness focus with a cycling studio, treadmills, ellipticals, a spa area, and fitness coaches; and the Paris Café by Jean-Georges, which possesses the impression of the first one, alongside that of the Lisbon Lounge, on one of the two mezzanines and serves cooking roused by TWA in-flight menus. There is likewise 50,000 square feet of meeting and function space.

The two tube shaped cylinders the "Saarinen" to one side and the "Hughes" to one side lead, by method of halfway, initially nonexistent patterns, to the two seven-story glass, metal, and solid lodging structures, which were needed to be complimentary to, yet recognizable from, the milestone terminal.

Seven layers of triple-coated, 1,740-pound, protected, floor-to-roof glass guarantee in-room quietness, in spite of the way that slope maneuvering airplane are just yards away.

Rooms, which either neglect this scene or the terminal, lease for $250 every night, with lower estimated spans bookable for travel travelers who just look for a short rest and a shower.

The rooftop includes the Infinity Edge Pool and perception deck, alongside a bar.

Just the "Saarinen" tube, back on the principle level, leads out-or, in the opposite bearing, in-to this protected pocket of time, as communicated by the two story assignments or times on which the lift at its end lands: "1960s TWA Hotel" and "Present Day JetBlue," as per the two fastens the traveler can press to go there.

THE MUSEUM DISPLAYS:

While the Eero Saarinen planned terminal can be viewed as an aggregate, retro, yet living field, a few regions serve to complement it in historical center structure.

"Situated in different spots all through the previous TWA Terminal-the core of our inn just as in the function place and in the zones that associate our inn flight cylinders to JetBlue's Terminal 5, the shows (curated by the New York Historical Society) permit guests to encounter the stream age through valid antiques, intelligent presentations, and individual accounts," as per the TWA Hotel site.

Its 2,000 things hail from the TWA Museum in Kansas City, just as from the previous carrier representatives who gave them away.

"Shows center around TWA's set of experiences, including Howard Hughes residency as proprietor, TWA outfits from 1945 to 2001, and Saarinen's advancement of the terminal at Idlewild Airport," the site proceeds.

Focusing on the last's significance, Mike Thornton, New York Historical Society guardian, expressed, "The Saarinen terminal is a landmark to the positive thinking and vision of the fly age. These presentations welcome individuals into the fabulousness and fun that Saarinen and TWA endeavored to make and encourage."

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