#Don Creech

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 7.29

Beer Birthdays

Max Schwarz (1863)

Garrett Oliver (1962)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Ken Burns; documentary filmmaker (1953)

Geddy Lee; rock bassist, singer (1953)

William Powell; actor (1892)

Dave Stevens; artist, cartoonist, illustrator (1955)

Wil Wheaton; actor, blogger (1972)

Famous Birthdays

Afroman; rapper (1974)

Jean-Hugues Anglade; French actor and director (1955)

Doug Ashdown; Australian singer-songwriter (1942)

Porfirio Barba-Jacob; Colombian poet and author (1883)

Melvin Belli; attorney (1907)

Clara Bow; actor (1905)

Danger Mouse; cartoon character (1977)

Don Carter; bowler (1926)

John Clarke; New Zealand-Australian comedian and actor (1948)

Edgar Cortright; scientist and engineer (1923)

Professor Irwin Corey; comedian, actor (1914)

Sharon Creech; author (1945)

Simon Dach; German poet (1605)

Alex de Tocqueville; French writer, historian, political scientist (1805)

Stephen Dorff; actor (1973)

Neal Doughty; keyboard player (1946)

Leslie Easterbrook; actress (1949)

Richard Egan; actor (1921)

Adele Griffin; author (1970)

Tim Gunn; fashion consultant, television host (1953)

Dag Hammarskjold; Swedish diplomat (1905)

Betty Harris; chemist (1940)

Jenny Holzer; painter, author, and dancer (1950)

Robert Horton; actor (1924)

Isabel; Brazilian princess (1846)

Peter Jennings; television journalist (1938)

Eyvind Johnson; Swedish novelist (1900)

Joe Johnson; English snooker player (1952)

Diane Keen; English actress (1946)

Eric Alfred Knudsen; author (1872)

Harold W. Kuhn; mathematician (1925)

Stanley Kunitz; poet (1905)

Don Marquis; cartoonist, writer (1878)

Jim Marshall; guitar amplifier maker (1923)

Martina McBride; country singer (1966)

Daniel McFadden; economist (1937)

Frank McGuinness; Irish poet and playwright (1953)

Goenawan Mohamad; Indonesian poet and playwright (1941)

Harry Mulisch; Dutch author, poet (1927)

Benito Mussolini; Italian journalist and politician (1883)

Gale Page; actress (1910)

Alexandra Paul; actor (1963)

Dean Pitchford; actor and director (1951)

Isidor Isaac Rabi; physicist (1898)

Don Redman; composer (1900)

Sigmund Romberg; Hungarian-American composer (1887)

Mahasi Sayadaw; Burmese monk and philosopher (1904)

Patti Scialfa; musician (1954)

Mary Lee Settle; novelist (1918)

Tony Sirico; actor (1942)

Randy Sparks; folk singer-songwriter (1933)

John Sykes; English singer-songwriter and guitarist (1959)

Booth Tarkington; writer (1869)

David Taylor; English snooker player (1943)

Paul Taylor; dancer (1930)

Mikis Theodorakis; Greek composer (1925)

Didier Van Cauwelaert; French author (1960)

David Warner; English actor (1941)

Woody Weatherman; guitarist (1965)

Vladimir K. Zworykin, Russian-American engineer and inventor (1888)

[lukeevansgirl22]

Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide was hilarious!

Hey guys! I’m here to do a review on the show “Ned’s Declassified School Survival Guide!” I loved watching this show growing up! It was so funny! The show is about a boy, Ned Bigby, who shares his advice on how to survive middle school. With the cast of Devon Werkheiser, Lindsey Shaw, Daniel Curtis Lee, Kyle Swann, Daran Norris, Christian Serratos, Teo Olivares, Don Creech, Rob Pinkston, Rachel…

[texasthrillbilly]

Hardened criminals.

[krispyweiss]

Quarter Notes: Blurbs and Briefs from Sound Bites

LENNON ITEMS RECOVERED: A recording of a 1965 Beatles concert was among more than 100 items stolen from Yoko Ono in 2006 that have been recovered in Germany, the Associated Press reports.

A pair of Lennon’s granny glasses; handwritten lyrics for “I’m the Greatest” and “(Just Like) Starting Over;” and diaries, including an entry made just hours before Lennon’s Dec. 8, 1980, murder were also recovered. Ono verified the items’ authenticity.

”(Ono) was very emotional and we noticed clearly how much these things mean to her and how happy she would be to have them back,“ prosecutor Susann Wettley told the AP.

EAGLES TO TOUR IN 2018: Original Eagle Don Henley, joined by longtime members Timothy B. Schmit and Joe Walsh and touring musicians Vince Gill and Deacon Fry, son of the late Glenn Frey, will tour as the Eagles in 2018. Dates are scheduled for March through July with Jimmy Buffett, Chris Stapleton or James Taylor opening selected shows. Info at Eagles.com.

RECORD STORE DAY RELEASES: The following is a partial list of artists releasing cassettes, vinyl singles and LPs and other special items for Record Store Day, Nov. 24: Ryan Adams; Tori Amos; Chuck Berry; the Byrds; Gary Clark Jr.; Papa John Creech; Steve Earle; Jerry Garcia and Howard Wales; Janis Joplin; Paul McCartney; Willie Nelson; Iggy Pop; Queen; Ravi Shankar; Yusuf/Cat Stevens; Various Artists (natch); and Muddy Waters. Go to Recordstoreday.com for a complete list.

DAP-KINGS RESPECT OTIS: The Dap-Kings will serve as the house band when the Apollo Theater hosts “An Evening of Respect Celebrating Otis Redding,” Jan. 25, 2018. The concert will benefit the Otis Redding Foundation and artists will be announced soon.

11/21/17

[alexatheartist]

Muppet Babies Live (1986-1987).mp4 from Alexa Perez on Vimeo.

Jim Henson's Muppet Babies Live! was the first of three live stage shows based on Muppet Babies produced by VEE Corporation. The Muppet Babies first appeared live on stage in VEE's 1985 show The Muppet Show On Tour: 2nd Edition. Muppet Babies Live! premiered the following year, in 1986.

The characters were performed live on stage by puppeteers inside full-body Muppet Babies costumes, resembling the Babies' appearance from the I'm Gonna Always Love You sequence in The Muppets Take Manhattan. The performances were synced to vocal tracks by the original cartoon performers.

Two more Muppet Babies Live shows were presented in the following years -- Muppet Babies: Magic Box in 1987, and Muppet Babies: Where's Animal? in 1988.

There were some items exclusively available for the tour. Among them were a series of buttons, a souvenir program, banners and pennants.

Tracker Honest Game Trailers | Deathloop Songs Muppet Babies Theme Dream for Your Inspiration Camilla You Are My Lucky Star Heigh Ho Snow White Blues TV Maniacs Someone's Gonna Fix It Wocka Wocka Wocka I Never Get Tired of Toys Amadogus Semi-Weirdo Ease on Down the Road The Teddy Bears' Picnic Maniac I'm a Mean Ole Lion Rock Me Amadeus Cantina Roll-It Baby Face Jump (For My Love)

Characters Baby Kermit, Baby Piggy, Baby Fozzie, Baby Gonzo, Baby Rowlf, Baby Scooter, Baby Skeeter, Baby Animal, Nanny with Stars, TV Maniacs, Mozart figures, Scarecrows, Toy Soldiers, Teddy Bears, Robot, and Clowns.

Vocal Credits Frank Welker, Laurie O'Brien, Greg Berg, Katie Leigh, Dave Coulier, Russi Taylor, Barbara Billingsley

Misc. Credits Written by Hank Saroyan Script Consultanting by Bill Prady and Louise Gikow Costumes designed and built by Henson Associates, Inc. Design and supervision of construction by Julie Zobel Assisted by Claudia S. Anderson, Jerry Gum, Don Creech Additional costumes designed by Michael Frith and Polly Smith Heads built and animated by Norman Tempia, Tom Newby, and the Muppet Workshop Muppet Workshop Coordination by Will Morrison

See also Muppet Babies: Magic Box (1987) Muppet Babies: Where's Animal? (1988)

[catleen9]

Red Dead Redemption: Undead Nightmare (2010)

Red Dead Redemption: Undead Nightmare (2010)

A Red Dead Redemption 1 és 2 után a sorban most az Undead Nightmare kitárgyalása következik. Az Undead a RDR letölthető kiegészítőjeként jelent meg anno, azóta pedig külön lemezen is elérhető a Game of the Year kiadásban RDR-el együtt. Mielőtt nagyon belemerülnék a kritikába, le kell szögeznem, hogy abszolút hidegen hagynak a zombis sztorik, és nagy valószínűséggel ezt a játékot sem próbáltam…

[watchaholics]

Red Dead Redemption: Undead Nightmare (2010)

Red Dead Redemption: Undead Nightmare (2010)

A Red Dead Redemption 1 és 2 után a sorban most az Undead Nightmare kitárgyalása következik. Az Undead a RDR letölthető kiegészítőjeként jelent meg anno, azóta pedig külön lemezen is elérhető a Game of the Year kiadásban RDR-el együtt. Mielőtt nagyon belemerülnék a kritikába, le kell szögeznem, hogy abszolút hidegen hagynak a zombis sztorik, és nagy valószínűséggel ezt a játékot sem próbáltam…

[quote-junkie]

Don't judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.

Sharon Creech

[eazyface]

Mane first of all I wanna thank each and every one of u that wished the kid a happy cake day! I think I’ve responded to most of them. I’m still at it. Second of all, I was to specifically thank everyone that came out last night. Rocctown, spa city, Conway, lonoke, and C town was definitely in the building!!! Big shout out to all the OGs that came out Jay Jennings Marcel Fennell Rod Criswell. Special thanks to Arkansas legend and my lil cuzz from da 5th st PJs cedric Houston. And a special shout out to everyone that preformed. From da #lalem boyz Cameron Creech James Devore Rico TooLitt, to my mf nigga mr. Toxxikk himself Suavio Da Don, to my Patna Stephan SJ James, to my thugga, king Victor Cooper and my gurl Charm Demetries Duckworth, to da homie Big D Durrell avery, bacc to my C town shoota Ray DeeTv. Then we had a mini original Conway OG Mo Game reunion when my nigg Chris Green got in da building!! To my muafuccin brotha Tyrell Tennyson aka Rell1hunnid…. Mane we had a mean ass lineup!! And a special thanks and big apology to my nigga Jeremy McClain. We WONT have any technical difficulties again. And Ashanti Tisdale I’m watchin y’all. We gonna get it in next time. To my Patna Lucias Mccullough handling the movie camera 🎥. If y’all are wanting y’all’s footage, holla at him. He can edit it up for u and all of need be. Thanks to my dawg Noel for the ones and twos. Thank y’all again for everyone who came out and those who support the movement. Next year it’s only gettin bigger. Y’all should have came when this junt was free. But again thank everyone for makin da Kid Keep pushin for y’all! Y’all are the best!!! Cop my muafuccin album if y’all haven’t yet👉🏾👉🏾👉🏾 https://drum.io/eazyface. Till next year!!! Pics and vids Comin soon #eazyface #bluflameink #bluflameent (at Blu Flame Ink) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgpJDpDOCx9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 7.29

Beer Birthdays

Max Schwarz (1863)

Garrett Oliver (1962)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Ken Burns; documentary filmmaker (1953)

Geddy Lee; rock bassist, singer (1953)

William Powell; actor (1892)

Dave Stevens; artist, cartoonist, illustrator (1955)

Wil Wheaton; actor, blogger (1972)

Famous Birthdays

Afroman; rapper (1974)

Jean-Hugues Anglade; French actor and director (1955)

Doug Ashdown; Australian singer-songwriter (1942)

Porfirio Barba-Jacob; Colombian poet and author (1883)

Melvin Belli; attorney (1907)

Clara Bow; actor (1905)

Danger Mouse; cartoon character (1977)

Don Carter; bowler (1926)

John Clarke; New Zealand-Australian comedian and actor (1948)

Edgar Cortright; scientist and engineer (1923)

Professor Irwin Corey; comedian, actor (1914)

Sharon Creech; author (1945)

Simon Dach; German poet (1605)

Alex de Tocqueville; French writer, historian, political scientist (1805)

Stephen Dorff; actor (1973)

Neal Doughty; keyboard player (1946)

Leslie Easterbrook; actress (1949)

Richard Egan; actor (1921)

Adele Griffin; author (1970)

Tim Gunn; fashion consultant, television host (1953)

Dag Hammarskjold; Swedish diplomat (1905)

Betty Harris; chemist (1940)

Jenny Holzer; painter, author, and dancer (1950)

Robert Horton; actor (1924)

Isabel; Brazilian princess (1846)

Peter Jennings; television journalist (1938)

Eyvind Johnson; Swedish novelist (1900)

Joe Johnson; English snooker player (1952)

Diane Keen; English actress (1946)

Eric Alfred Knudsen; author (1872)

Harold W. Kuhn; mathematician (1925)

Stanley Kunitz; poet (1905)

Don Marquis; cartoonist, writer (1878)

Jim Marshall; guitar amplifier maker (1923)

Martina McBride; country singer (1966)

Daniel McFadden; economist (1937)

Frank McGuinness; Irish poet and playwright (1953)

Goenawan Mohamad; Indonesian poet and playwright (1941)

Harry Mulisch; Dutch author, poet (1927)

Benito Mussolini; Italian journalist and politician (1883)

Gale Page; actress (1910)

Alexandra Paul; actor (1963)

Dean Pitchford; actor and director (1951)

Isidor Isaac Rabi; physicist (1898)

Don Redman; composer (1900)

Sigmund Romberg; Hungarian-American composer (1887)

Mahasi Sayadaw; Burmese monk and philosopher (1904)

Patti Scialfa; musician (1954)

Mary Lee Settle; novelist (1918)

Tony Sirico; actor (1942)

Randy Sparks; folk singer-songwriter (1933)

John Sykes; English singer-songwriter and guitarist (1959)

Booth Tarkington; writer (1869)

David Taylor; English snooker player (1943)

Paul Taylor; dancer (1930)

Mikis Theodorakis; Greek composer (1925)

Didier Van Cauwelaert; French author (1960)

David Warner; English actor (1941)

Woody Weatherman; guitarist (1965)

Vladimir K. Zworykin, Russian-American engineer and inventor (1888)

[libidomechanica]

The Muses that he began to flattering for a fulfil

While the bed appear  to be transfers  its hoards; new  vestals claim kin; others  have called on. Calld an  army here a pretty  wenches are puzzled those  bright earnest words of Creech—  thus Horace before  leaping— and, Christian,  canst not direct  your fists  into some  coquetry, or this. 

Explain words. Finding, too, here  studded with the  view— Raby with  their cups with 

dew at ooze from me,  both old and head; whose follow  me, children utter, and  bray of the  trump and in Vienna.  but with Aarons  pretious oyle, and  evidently, that to 

the pencil 

may; they made my tongue for  women living pearly  bite; and whether  it be a Greek; 

those servile dogs and  birds do sing, hey ding a  ding, ding; sweet lover. The  mothers, was  well, a wound, and  perplexed, unchaind, in chiselld  stone still morning came in 

a close at evning  bright tress. To sit  amidst the virtuous  action. And all around,  we stumbled inwardly,  and a magnificently  mingled with  all hear this,  thought was as  faith, my phrase, and there in 

a mans county,  he seemd, and seeing  that the forests  shook his  fingers, and brown till humanity— must 

make playd us many 

tricks in vision, which 

further charming chests weigh  not for want of 

hueless charm could scorn delighted  with  little thing of  Michelangelo.  This strange, and  then dream myself instead  of feather, said the  scales; but the night,  at least had done him there  unshaken, clinging each morning:  hie A casement 

high circles, gentle  readers and ungentle  Juan, sitting beneath gleamed  forth their compact be  fulfillment. The  earth crumbles into  itself. Let this  ill-timed pride: with  the mode of shaking, 

hinting off, about going  to her  brother John was  found he thrice passd by, as  of a thunderbolt:  arch Hebe bring you might be  remember?  Juan was not  in the floor, here  a saint: as spectacles  at hand. Before  he came ye, merry Hebe  laughs at you, and through his  soul fatigued away! Start  from brows as pale herself,  her sleepy dusk, an  odorous shade from 

blazoned lions manes, from  recollect  that stated, to  ask him where  Sinne would stay—­ at worst foe, those  maiden hath set. M oer young,  Im oer young, a lioness,  of which she hardly  long eulogy of “patent  black fellow on the  meadows, melodies,  and repentance for  popularity: now  the arras. Fair Adeline  was of  a life that blue”  and said his majesty  of sweet is it  to a gown,  what the month of  its worth thou art the  spot where? He disease:  the nighting. “Pray,  sir,” said Baba, “to  be content 

the very dream  I glance like a corsage”  to bloom of favourites  of Don Juan  love? Or go; but Juan, 

too, for gazing  on his song. I know  and now was  he slumbering too audacious  eye an inmate owns:  when done, as  also carried ones  to think what might  commanding clay which she  lingered up, and many,  and his motley crew  of Georgians, Russians rushing  his purity  of clothes fit  for us  nobis  pacem oh my bodhisattva  of new roses  of the worlds ( a wealth, and all the 

altar be fore  which you made; and scarce 

to a typhoon  to jest upon their  smile could be told “I love  that rude hut, when 

they mutually tied  and I stuff you will  allow; and sees, of  freedom? And luminous  with solemn rites  by no means that on  Pallas wait; whose nations how  to play his friend, 

too, rare in slumbering  foil set off a shawl. That  we build the dread  to every  gust of rugged wing.”)

[texasthrillbilly]

Convicts

[onceabluemoonwrites]

To The Heavens and Beyond (Eldritch Mantle’s Donned)

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Summary: ‘’So… was that your true form?’’

Kyoko shrugs. ‘’Onii-san was the sun, but he kept drifting away. I could hardly remain a sky if I wanted to help him, isn’t it?’’

Hana looks at her strangely. ‘’You became an eldritch horror so your brother would stop losing quite that many memories?’’

‘’Wouldn’t you?’’

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn

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My late birthday present for @operaeagleicelynlacelett! Happy belated birthday, darling! I hope you’ll enjoy this!

Ryohei slides the ring onto his finger, and the world suddenly looks different. It nags at him, in the back of his head, while training with Colonello. It’s like the furniture has been put two centimetres to the left and he keeps bumping into it- like wrestling with a soap bar in a bath.

There’s something off. But what?

The thought slips his mind like everything else. He gets used to this. Yesterday is forgotten- there is only today, maybe this week if he’s lucky.

Or not lucky.

He can never quite remember that.

For as long as Kyoko can remember, Onii-san has been there. A yellow presence in the back of her mind, beaming with the power of a thousand suns.

Sun. That’s what the adults call him when he runs around, with her on his shoulders.

Kyoko likes it. It fits him.

Onii-san forgets, but she remembers for the both of them. Always.

Onii-san forgets a lot. He was born that way, her parents told her.

It’s not that bad. She’s good for him. The only one he always remembers, the only one who can help him remember. Onii-san is a ball of fire, high, high in the sky. Kyoko will just have to become space to keep him from drifting away.

He’s her brother. She’ll do anything for him.

As the sun goes down, they go to sleep. Tomorrow, she’ll tell him who he is again.

Kyoko’s parents are shining orange and murky purple, the wisps that escape their souls so pretty to look at. She likes the way it looks like fire, the way it dances in their hands.

The sight of it being extinguished, cancer finally having ruined her otou-san’s body completely, is devastating. She clutches her brother's hands and cries.

Kaa-san is wailing, screaming, flames running over the corpse as if to reanimate it with her own life force. It doesn’t work, it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.

When their mother begins to pull on her own hair, Onii-san lifts Kyoko up. She buries her head against his chest as he walks out of the room, tears wetting his shirt.

When he wakes up the next morning, he knows there is a hole, but he does not recognize the man on the picture at the funeral, and Kyoko has no idea if that’s a blessing or a curse.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

Kaa-san follows after otou-san, and Kyoko is mad.

Kyoko is mad, but she understands, because Kaa-sans flames kept reaching out into the void, kept falling back expecting someone to be there to catch her, only to fall to the ground. It was no surprise- Kaa-sans flames had warned Kyoko days and days before it happened, but she’s six and didn’t know what to do.

Onii-san didn’t either, but that’s a whole different story altogether.

It drives the lesson home. Broken bonds mean death. She clutches her brother’s arm tighter to her side.

The Kurokawa household is a cold place, but they allowed Kyoko to stay with Onii-san, so she is eternally grateful.

Hana, their daughter, isn’t fun to play with at all. She thinks Onii-san is weird and keeps saying it, every day, and Kyoko bottles and bottles and bottles it up, because this is her only chance to stay with her brother, and she’s not going to mess it up.

The two new kids in Hana’s house are weird and Hana doesn’t hesitate to tell them so.

The boy laughs it off, yelling something about her being honest, but the little redhead glares at her from underneath her fringe. For a second, Hana thinks the girl will kick her, but all she does is clench her fist. ‘’I’m going to the dojo with onii-san.’’

And she’s off, dragging her brother with her in her wake.

Hana huffs. Boys are stupid, and if the new girl won’t play with her, then she’ll just go amuse herself. Who needs those monkeys anyway?

Hana is bored, Kyoko amusing, so she says it again. ‘’Your brother is weird.’’

Something dangerous glints in those golden eyes, and oh, Hana is loving this.

So she says it again. And again. And again.

Until Kyoko explodes.

Literally so, flames pushing outward like a flood, a hurricane of flames in motion. It sings, it screams, it’s like a thousand voices have spoken up, and for a second, Hana is hundred percent sure that this is what an Eldritch Abomination must be. Stars whirling out before her, space unfolding to eternity. Golden eyes burning in the darkness.

God, she must’ve been blinded by the brightness of the flames.

Hana is small, in the face of this, but being small has never stopped her from standing tall, and Kyoko having a little God-like power tantrum isn’t going to change that.

But god, she wants. There is something inside those flames, and Hana is too young to be afraid of losing herself yet. She has no idea if what she’s seeing is real, this gigantic face, this expanse of space in the middle of the living room where Kyoko stood just a moment before, but it is there and it is irresistible.

The mouth of flames opens, a black hole behind it, and Hana jumps in, sucked all the way into the heart.

Hana is inside of Kyoko now, the same way Ryohei is a star enfolded in her space. But unlike Onii-san, Hana floats, an interstellar cloud, made of gas, plasma and dust. She’s everywhere and nowhere, disassembles as easily as she forms into a person again.

Kyoko feels her inside her heart, even as she stands beside her.

‘’So… was that your true form?’’

Kyoko shrugs. ‘’Onii-san was the sun, but he kept drifting away. I could hardly remain a sky if I wanted to help him, isn’t it?’’

Hana looks at her strangely. ‘’You became an eldritch horror so your brother would stop losing quite that many memories?’’

‘’Wouldn’t you?’’

Hana basks in the warmth of Ryohei’s heart inside of Kyoko as she floats past. ‘’…I suppose I can’t say no to that.’’

Kyoko smiles. That’s enough for her.

Hana’s parents are still cold and almost never there, but the Kurokawa household has ceased to feel like the artic because she’s got a sun and a cloud to fill her space now.

Haru is very down to earth. This does not, mind you, mean she isn’t crazy. No, in fact, the craziness is part of being so down to earth.

Haru is a black hole, constantly consuming everything around her, her magnetic fields so large that she cannot help but generate charges of lightning. She’s mad genius with an aesthetic a la Frankenstein, and her ideas only get better as she ages.

It all starts with a cake- eyes meeting over it, and Kyoko’s heart screams, consume, consume, consume, devour what is yours.

Haru appreciation day indeed.

(Kyoko does not consume Haru the way she enveloped Ryohei, nor the way she tempted Hana- no, Haru strolls over, takes a look at the back of her tongue and goes: ‘’Hello, yes. I’d like this stomach. It is mine now.’’ And forces her to swallow.

Kyoko is happier for it).

Before everything goes to shit, Kyoko meets him. His name is Moretti, and he can stop his heart. She feels it stop, is concerned for a moment and reaches for his soul. He’s still alive. He is a small rain, barely even a shower- wait.

This feels strange.

Moretti is not a rain. Oh sure, he feels like he is, at first, but Kyoko is space, and she knows no air. Neither does this man- very little of him contains oxygen. He is a compressed ball of water- freezing at a moment’s notice.

She blinks at him prettily and smirks when he tumbles into her- falling into space like he’s been meant to do so forever.

This rain- this body of water- will serve her well.

Water, when in space, boils, before rapidly freezing. Moretti enjoys his new power- the boiling is akin to a heart attack, the freezing the stopping of his heart. ‘’It helps my job, you know.’’

‘’Which is… Pretending you’re dead?’’

‘’No, assassination. Nobody expects the dead to get up to murder you, after all.’’

Kyoko hums. ‘’Specific cases only, I take?’’

He shrugs. ‘’I’m part of the Vongola. I can afford to take only special cases as long as I do my normal duties too.’’

‘’Vongola?’’

‘’…I fucked up, didn’t I?’’

Kyoko beams up at him, hands behind her back. ‘’Me, out to get you? Why, I would never!’’

‘’Me, no. Becoming a victim of Omertá, however? Why do I feel like that’s on your agenda?’’

Hana leans over Kyoko’s shoulder, eyes cold as steel. ‘’Because sooner or later they’ll come for us, and then we’d better be ready. Give us a fighting chance, Moretti, or get the fuck out of here.’’

It surprises absolutely no one, but Moretti stays.

Onii-san gets better and better at remembering, until one day, he forgets everything.

Kyoko can feel it in her soul as he is ripped out of her, a gaping hole in space, a black hole nothing next to it. She rages and screams and screeches, as stars die in her world, as the sun is gone, as the warmth is gone from the universe as a whole.

When he gets home, there’s a ring around his finger.

There is only one other Sky in town, and when Onii-san asks her where’s she going- if he can extremely come along- she smiles, pats his arm and says: ‘’Please do.’’

Her elements fall into step behind her, as space bleeds out of her through the hole the intruder left when he took her brother from her.

‘’Kyoko, who are they?’’

She clenches her fists and says: ‘’Our family, onii-san.’’ You best remember that, almost slips from her mouth, but it is not he who has gained her ire. Her brother is not at fault- only the person she’s going to destroy for this is.

She arrives in front of the Sawada household, and Lambo runs into her. ‘’Lambo-chan, I-pin, please go play at the playground with Fuuta, okay? I’ll give you grape candy later.’’

It is a dirty trick, but children must be kept safe- she’ll murder the man behind this, but the children will remain alive.

She walks around the house and enters via the backdoor.

‘’Sawada Tsunayoshi,’’ it thunders from a mouth that is not visible in any physical way, ‘’Come out, for thy have defied the Laws of Nature. I shall avenge mine brother, feast upon thy flesh- come out, Sky-worn Sun-thief.’’

Sawada Tsunayoshi squeaks like he is still the little boy she took under her wings when they were less than five years old.  

Kyoko narrows her eyes. He has no room to talk, for he has stolen what is hers. She began the goddamn space just to stabilize her brother, and Tsuna has butchered him out of her and left her brother in pieces.

She will not stand for this.

But- But- The look he gives her is not from one who is guilty. Not even from one who realizes what he has done. To be sure- he does not even look like he knew anything about it.

Her fifteen hands spread- claws tickling his face. ‘’Who- who, if not you?’’

‘’Kyoko- what. I-‘’ Tsuna swallows thickly, all wide eyes and trembling bottom lip.

‘’The ring! Who dared to lay a ring bound to your soul fire onto my brother!’’

Tsuna blinks. ‘’...Wait, Reborn gave one of those to Onii-san?’’

He is dumbfounded enough that he forgets to be afraid.

Kyoko battles the Sun Arcobaleno and wins.

Reborn does not know whether to be grateful that she does not force him into her sky or fearful for the future.

All Sawada Tsunayoshi can think as he stares at them, at the space expanding around Kyoko, is: The apocalypse on legs and I still adore her.

But the sky is but a little thing in space, and he knows, inside his heart, that if he ever had a chance, it is long gone. She is beyond him. Not out of his league- simply out of his atmosphere, never to be reached, never to intermesh.

He cannot breathe without oxygen, and space possesses little of it.

(She’d asphyxiate him before he’d get to hold her hand)

Kyoko lets Tsuna release the hold he has over Ryohei. Because if she did it, she’d break the bond. And broken bonds, my friends, lead only to death. Tsuna would be little more than a burned out husk, as dead inside as he’d be outside.

Ryohei is back inside of her, eyes clearing as his memory returns as if the period away from her was nothing but a strange dream, obscured by clouds.

He is hers, and the whole world will know it.

So is the delicious little Mist, no matter what Tsuna may think. Haru has taken a liking to Chrome- Kyoko saw her licking her lips, it was not particularly subtle- and watching the ring battles is great fun. Next to her, Tsuna’s sun, a shy boy called Shoichi, shudders as the boy possessing Chrome’s body laughs.

Kyoko wrinkles her nose. So like Tsuna to take in the ex-criminals without realizing it. If it were her, she’d have broken the poor boy out of prison already.

Actually, she might just do that for Tsuna if he stays this nice. After all, he did deliver her a Storm to her doorstep and Chrome is definitely a nice addition.

(Bianchi rages inside of her. A true storm, courted by combat, in love with the Space that defeated the Sun she so adored. Relentlessly she followed Kyoko- and how could Kyoko not take in a woman with such lovely habits? Bianchi’s heart is so bright, her soul so clean and clear, and yet her hands are painted red and her nails filed to spears.

Bianchi is hardly a mass of clouds and lightning, rains falling from her until one cannot help but call her a storm- no, Bianchi is a solar flare, all poisoning radiation, all explosive destruction for everything that crosses her path.

She belongs in space, and demands the place in Kyoko that is hers)

Chrome is icy, a cold presence slowly warming her hands to the warmth that is Ryohei. She is small, her water particles a fine mist, spreading slowly throughout Kyoko’s veins.

And like that, instead of the Sky battle going down, Xanxus di Vongola stops to stare at the girl on the sidelines, flanked by three people on either side.

‘’You- how…’’ His eyes glitter, ‘’How are you so fucking large?’’

Kyoko laughs, light and airy. ‘’I am Space!’’

He looks like he just heard gospel. ‘’Marry me.’’

Her eyes glide across his face, then behind him. He… Might just have what it takes. The drive, as well the elements that have souls so hard they can survive without air. Her eyes twinkle.

‘’Catch up, Sky-dear, and I might just consider.’’

In the background, Sawada Tsunayoshi shivers, unable to decide where he is glad or horrified. On one hand, he won’t have to fight Xanxus anymore- Kyoko would find a way to stop this thing. On the other hand-

She means it.

Sawada Tsunayoshi, age fourteen, sees the end of the world in the gleaming eyes of a girl.

(She’ll devour the earth as he knows it)

Author’s Note

Light by @fullmetalruby totally inspired me to go eldritch abomination in my work, and of course, I had to combine it with KHR :D 

Also, Ryohei with memory problems was inspired by Ara-chan’s own fic Sonder. 

As to what would have happened if Kyouko had not turned Eldritch, that’s what Rose Petals Between the Sheets (One Bed Only, Indeed) is about. 

I hope you enjoyed it, Ara-chan! <3 Love you!

[alexatheartist]

Muppet Babies Live (Full Show) (Songs Only) from Alexa Perez on Vimeo.

Jim Henson's Muppet Babies Live! was the first of three live stage shows based on Muppet Babies produced by VEE Corporation. The Muppet Babies first appeared live on stage in VEE's 1985 show The Muppet Show On Tour: 2nd Edition. Muppet Babies Live! premiered the following year, in 1986.

The characters were performed live on stage by puppeteers inside full-body Muppet Babies costumes, resembling the Babies' appearance from the I'm Gonna Always Love You sequence in The Muppets Take Manhattan. The performances were synced to vocal tracks by the original cartoon performers.

Two more Muppet Babies Live shows were presented in the following years -- Muppet Babies: Magic Box in 1987, and Muppet Babies: Where's Animal? in 1988.

There were some items exclusively available for the tour. Among them were a series of buttons, a souvenir program, banners and pennants.

Songs Muppet Babies Theme Dream for Your Inspiration Camilla You Are My Lucky Star Heigh Ho Snow White Blues TV Maniacs Someone's Gonna Fix It Wocka Wocka Wocka I Never Get Tired of Toys Amadogus Semi-Weirdo Ease on Down the Road The Teddy Bears' Picnic Maniac I'm a Mean Ole Lion Rock Me Amadeus Cantina Roll-It Baby Face Jump (For My Love)

Characters Baby Kermit, Baby Piggy, Baby Fozzie, Baby Gonzo, Baby Rowlf, Baby Scooter, Baby Skeeter, Baby Animal, Nanny with Stars, TV Maniacs, Mozart figures, Scarecrows, Toy Soldiers, Teddy Bears, Robot, and Clowns. Vocal Credits Frank Welker, Laurie O'Brien, Greg Berg, Katie Leigh, Dave Coulier, Russi Taylor, Barbara Billingsley Misc. Credits Written by Hank Saroyan Script Consultanting by Bill Prady and Louise Gikow Costumes designed and built by Henson Associates, Inc. Design and supervision of construction by Julie Zobel Assisted by Claudia S. Anderson, Jerry Gum, Don Creech Additional costumes designed by Michael Frith and Polly Smith Heads built and animated by Norman Tempia, Tom Newby, and the Muppet Workshop Muppet Workshop Coordination by Will Morrison See also Muppet Babies: Magic Box (1987) Muppet Babies: Where's Animal? (1988)

[ruochannie]

Don't judge a man before you've walked two moons in his moccasins

Sharon Creech (Walk Two Moons)

[marimonana]

Day 9: Screech

I tought of the creech of a drill...

Well...now you may have an idea why my Frisk has so many scars...poorthingmamassorry :,(

In my AU (I really don´t like calling it that, but let´s leave it be) Frisk had a pretty fucked up like before jumping, I mean, “falling” underground...

Those things in the hand of the assailant and behind Frisk are runes...for magic and stuff... why are they there...HMMMMMM????????!?!?”111one