#also danny officially has a type (so to speak)

[absolutely-esme]

Dani with an I gets adopted by Nightwing

After her initial escape from Vlad, Dani wanders and eventually makes her way to Bludhaven, where she is noticed by the local hero.

He seems nice enough, and the fact that he appears to be a hero like Danny is a point in his favor, but she's extra cautious because she also trusted Vlad until recently.

...

Nightwing has been looking out for a weird, sassy street kid with a penchant for getting into trouble. He's pretty sure that she's some type of Meta, but he hasn't asked and she hasn't told. Either way, she has a knack for getting into places she shouldn't.

He's been gradually building trust with the kid in order to help her better. It's slow going because for all that the kid is chatty and outgoing, she's also hesitant to trust in a way that speaks to hard earned experience.

Going into it, he'd felt that the patient approach was for the best, and it had seemed to be working, but now he's not sure if they have time for it.

It's starting to seem like the girl has some kind of medical condition that's getting worse over time. The girl herself seems to be growing increasingly anxious, like some looming time limit is approaching.

One day he catches a glimpse of glowing green slime oozing out of her arm before she sucks it back in and disappears from the visible spectrum.

Nightwing tracks the seriously ill, apparently in danger of freaking melting, Meta kid to some small town in the middle of nowhere, and arrives just in time to sucker punch a blueskinned vampire who had what looked like a white-haired version of the kid trapped in his lair, thus allowing another kid with an oddly strong resemblance to administer some kind of medicine.

This is how Nightwing ends up sitting in a local burger joint with two ghost kids and a girl in power armor gathering bits and pieces of an incredibly worrying story.

On the upside, the kid he's been looking out for has finally warmed up to him, so Danielle Grayson will be officially his as soon as he can get an identity set up for her.

On the downside, WTF is going on in Amity Park?!

[vanfleeter]

Apple Pie // JTK

Pairing: Jake x reader Warning: SMUT (minors stay the hell away, thank you), teasing, edging, penetrative sex, fingering. Author's Note: Sometimes even tik tok gives me ideas. Also, not easy writing smut while you're tired.

Summary: Jake has bad luck after bad luck all day and all he wants is the apple pie waiting for him back home.

Today has been nothing but bad luck for Jake.

First he woke up and quickly found out that his phone never charged overnight and now he has less than 20% left. How? He barely used it. But he looks down at the cord to see it completely fried in the outlet.

Oh great. Something that needs to be fixed.

Then after his shower, he discovers his blow dryer has officially gone dead. Which means he has to go all day air drying his hair. Talk about a bad hair day.

To do list:

Call an electrician and get the outlet fixed in bedroom

Buy a new hair dryer

Not exactly how he envisioned his morning.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, he hits a pothole in the road spilling his coffee all over the front of his pants. “Oh fuck!” He shouts. He earns snickers from the guys as soon as he steps into the office space.

“I did not pee myself.” He says pointing to Josh. “So don’t say it.”

“I was gonna say you look awful.” Josh says. “Rough morning?”

Jake rolls his eyes and collapses into the nearest couch. “First my phone never charged because the whole outlet was fried, so I have to get that fixed. Then my blow dryer just gave out on me so now I have to air dry my hair and it looks like shit. But to make matters worse, I hit a fucking pot hole and spilt my coffee all over my pants.” He hangs his head back against the top of the couch and closes his eyes. “Today just fucking sucks already.”

“Well, what better way to take your mind off of the mishaps than to play some music?” Sam says. “We’re nearly done with these songs, I know we can finish them today.”

Jake heaves a sigh and pushes himself off the couch. As he does, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and he pulls it out to find a text from you.

“I know your morning hasn’t been going great, so I thought I’d make some apple pie. Something good to look forward to when you get home.”

He smiles and types back a quick response before stuffing his phone back into his pocket and following the others into the studio.

They nearly made it to the very end of the song when suddenly one of the strings on Jake’s guitar snaps. He groans as he hangs his head. “Fucking hell…” He mutters as he rips his guitar off of his body.

The other three stare at him wondering who should speak if any. But they glanced between themselves and silently decided to leave him be.

Leaving the sound room with his guitar, he goes down the hall to the equipment area and digs around for a new string. Once he locates the ones he needs, he sets his guitar on the table and sets to work on fixing it. While he does, he starts to run over his day in his head.

“What else could possibly go wrong?” He mutters as he finishes fixing the string on his guitar.

“Should one of us go check on him?” Josh asks as he leans against his stool.

“I think it's best if we let him cool off.” Danny says.

“He’s right,” Sam says as he kicks a hacky sack back and forth. “Last thing one of us needs is for him to blow his top. I’m not in the mood to be yelled at today.”

Danny looks over Sam, his eyebrows knitting together when he sees the hacky sack. “Sam, what the hell is that?”

“A hacky sack.”

“And you brought that because…”

“Because I wanted to play with it?” Sam questions.

“But why–” Danny shakes his head. “Never mind..”

Sam shrugs his shoulders and resumes his little game. He kicks it between his feet again and behind him but kicks it slightly too hard and sends it to the ceiling. It bounces off the ceiling and hits the snare drum of Danny’s drum kit before bouncing back up into the air and hitting the wall opposite of Danny.

“Sam!” Josh shouts as he dodges the sack.

“Sorry!”

The sack bounces off of the wall and smacks right into Jake’s face as he walks through the door. They all cringe at the sight. Jake groans as he holds his face.

“Seriously?” He says as he kicks the door shut behind him. “What the hell was that?”

“Sorry..” Sam mutters.

“Sam thought it would be fun to bring a hacky sack to the studio..” Danny says as he shoots Sam a look.

“I said I was sorry..”

Jake huffs and lets his shoulders. “Can we just call it for today?” He says. “I’m done with today and I just want to go home and eat pie.”

“Pie?” Sam perks up.

“Not for you, hacky sack.” Danny says.

“Damn..”

Josh sighs and pushes off his stool. “Yeah, we can call it a day. We got a lot farther than I hoped we’d get.”

��Thank you.” Jake sighs. He packs up his guitar and makes haste to get out of the studio. He pulls out his phone and calls your number and waits for you to answer.

Pulling out onto the freeway, he hears the ring end and be replaced with your voice. “Hi baby, how’s work going?”

“Just left..”

“Oh wonderful. You’ll be home just in time for pie.”

“I have been thinking about that all day.”

“Don’t I feel neglected.” You feign offense with a giggle.

Jake chuckles. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of a pie.”

“Maybe a little.” You say. “How’d the rest of your day go? Better, I hope.”

“Eh..”

“Uh oh..”

Jake sighs. “I hit a pothole on the way to work and spilled coffee all over my pants so I had to spend the whole day with coffee stained pants.”

“Oh honey, I could have brought you new ones.”

“Eh no, it wasn’t a big deal. We weren’t doing anything important that I would have to change for.”

“What else happened?”

“Everything seemed to be going great after that. But.. Never assume..”

You lean against the kitchen counter with the phone pressed to your ear. “What happened?”

“First a string snaps on my guitar..”

“You never like that.”

“Exactly.. And then as I come back, I get smacked in the face with Sam’s hacky sack.”

“He brought a hacky sack to the studio?”

“Such a dumbass sometimes..”

You giggle. “How’s your face?”

“My nose is throbbing.” Jake groans. “I didn’t even know hacky sacks could hurt that bad.”

“Aw, baby I’m sorry. But don’t fret, your apple pie will be waiting for you when you get here.”

“Great,” Jake says as he puts on his turn signal to change lanes. “I need something sweet and warm after the hell I went through today.”

“Ahh, maybe you’re taking this whole ‘Welcome To Hell’ bit slightly too far.” You joke.

“Ha ha ha, you’re so funny.” He sarcastically says.

“Well.. I’ll have you know. The pie won’t be the only thing sweet and warm waiting for you when you get home.”

“Oh yeah?” He shifts his seat.

“I’ve been thinking about it all day.” You say. “How after you devour the pie, maybe, just maybe you can have another sweet and warm treat when you get home.”

Jake’s fingers curl around the steering wheel. His knuckles slowly turn white the tighter he grips it. “Stop it..” He growls.

“Aw, is my baby getting all hot and bothered?” You tease. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? Seeing me spread out just for you. I bet I taste better than the pie.”

Jake’s right hand shoots to the growing bulge beneath his pants and gently palms himself.

“I take your silence as a yes?” You ask.

A moan escapes his lips. “Mmhmm.. Yes, baby.”

“Jacob Kiszka, are you getting off while driving?”

“Mmmm, maybe..”

“Jacob!”

He chuckles. “Well stop talking like that.”

“Jake, you need to pay attention to driving.”

“Oh I am..” He says. “I can do both.”

It wasn’t long before he heard a loud pop and his car shaking as it moved. “Jake, what was that?”

He peers into the side view mirror to see the left back tire completely blown. “Oh fuck… Just more things to add to the list of ‘what else could go wrong?’.” Pulling off to the side of the freeway and throwing on his hazards.

“What happened?” You ask.

“Damn tire blew..”

“Do you have a spare?”

Jake sighs and lays his head back against the seat. “Yeah..”

“Do you know how to change it?”

“Babe…”

“I’m just asking. I’ve never seen you change a tire.”

“That’s because I’ve never had to. I’ll shoot you a text when I’m on my way again..” He ends the call and gets out of the car. Unhooking the spare tire from the back of his jeep, he sets it on the ground and retrieves the tools he needs from the trunk. —

You hear the front door close, slightly louder than normal. He’s definitely not happy. Closing your book, you get up from the couch and step out into the hallway to see him dumping his keys into the glass bowl on the table and setting the guitar case up against the wall. As he starts to make his way towards you, the guitar case slowly slides off the wall and lands with a loud thud on the floor. His shoulders hike up as he freezes in his steps.

Heaving a sigh, he shakes his head and continues walking towards you. Dropping his head on your shoulder, you run your fingers through his hair.

“Don’t touch my hair..” He mumbles into the skin of your neck. “It’s gross.” You lightly giggle and he lifts his head.

“You know you could have used my hair dryer this morning.” You say.

His jaw slightly falls open. “I–” He sighs. “I didn’t even think about that.”

You smile and pull him off to the kitchen. “It’s all okay, because your sweet apple pie has been waiting for you all day.”

“And I’ve been waiting for it all damn day.”

You cut him a slice and lay it on a plate before handing it off to him. “Eat at the table.”

“I know, I know.” Jake says as he turns on his heels and heads for the table. As he sets it on the table, he goes to sit down but accidentally bumps the plate with his hand sending the plate and the pie crashing on the floor.

He falls into the chair and hangs his head. “Fuck. My. Life.”

“I can get you another-”

Jake shakes his head. He bends over and picks up the plate and the fork and scoops the slice of pie onto the plate before bringing it to the trash can and dumping it inside.

“I’m going to bed…”

“Aw no, Jake.”

“Today has just been horrible.. I just want to go to bed now…”

You watch him as he sulks off towards the stairs. Grabbing the roll of paper towels, you rip off a couple and go to clean the floor off from the sticky pie goo.

Going upstairs to the bedroom, you find Jake curled up in a ball beneath the covers. “Jakey..” You sing as you climb onto the bed.

“Go away.”

“Aw, is my poor baby going to pout all night?”

Jake turns over to look at you, his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes slowly turning dark. You crawl across the bed and gently straddle his waist.

“Poor baby?” He says. “Did you just ‘poor baby’ me?” He says, grabbing your hips in his hands and squeezing tightly.

You shrug your shoulders. “Well, you are acting like one.”

He suddenly flips the two of you over so that he’s on top of you. His hair dangly loosely in the sides of his face as his necklace rests gently on your chest. “I’m gonna show you who the poor baby is going to be and it won’t be me.”

He feels your body shiver beneath him. A wicked smile spreads across his face.

“I was wondering when my turn would be.” You say stroking your fingers down his back.

“Were you really jealous of that apple pie?”

“Maybe a little.” You say.

He chuckles before leaning down to kiss you. “Nothing is sweeter or tastier than my baby..” He brings his hands down to the waistband of your sweats and slips it beneath the fabric. He rubs the pads of his fingers into the fabric of your underwear and hums in delight when he feels your wetness. “Oh baby, you’re already so wet.”

“I told you that pie wouldn’t be the only thing sweet and warm waiting for you. You thought you were the only one all hot and bothered?”

He presses his fingers harder against you as he continues the circular movements. You allow your head to fall back into the pillows as a moan escapes your lips. Removing his hand from inside of your pants, he pulls away and leans back on his knees to grab the fabric of your sweats and pull them down your legs along with your underwear.

You can see his cock bulging beneath his pants. He undoes his belt and pushes down his pants before climbing back onto the bed. He grabs your legs and gently opens them. You can see the lust and hunger in his eyes as he stares at your soaked core.

He doesn’t hesitate. He wraps his arms around your thighs and sinks his face in between your legs. You feel his tongue lick you from bottom to top and slip in between your folds. Your hands instinctively find their way to his hair and grip tightly to his loose curls. He groans into you, the vibrations eliciting another moan from you.

Removing one of his arms around your thighs, he brings his fingers in and gently guides them in to work alongside his tongue.

“You’re so fucking sweet baby..” He says when he lifts his face.

“Sweeter than an apple pie?”

He snorts and drops his head. “The Chordettes, really?” You giggle as you nod your head.

He goes back to pumping his fingers as he brings himself back up to you. “I think the song is about how sweet a man is.”

“Oh you can be sweet too baby.” You say. He leans down again and kisses you. You moan when you feel his fingers curl inside of you, your walls clenching around them. “So sweet..” He smiles against your lips and removes his fingers. You whine and open your eyes to look at him. “Don’t you dare.”

He chuckles. “Did my poor baby want to cum?” He teases.

“Jake!” You whine.

“Hold yourself.”

“What are you doing?” You ask as you watch climb off the bed. He disappears from the room and you hear his footsteps fall down the stairs. “Jake!”

“Be patient!” You hear him yell.

Patient? He thinks you can be patient. Who the fuck does he think he is?

Slowly you start to move your hand down to your center. Just as you’re about to touch yourself and finish what he started, you hear his voice boom up the stairs.

“Don’t even think about it!”

You groan and pull your hand away. “Jake! Come back up here!”

“In a minute!” His voice is slightly muffled as he grumbles out the words that he speaks.

“Are you eating right now?!”

No answer.

“Jacob!”

You climb off the bed and grab your robe to slip on and tie around your waist. Storming downstairs and to the kitchen you see him perched at the island counter with a fork on his hand. You watch him as he digs into the pie and takes another bite. His eyes never leave you as his mouth devours the pie and his tongue licks the sweet caramel off of the fork. A smirk forms on his face.

“You’re eating pie?!”

He nods his head. “Like I said, I’ve been waiting all damn day for it.”

“So did you do all that and then you just leave to eat pie?!”

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re an ass, you know that.”

“So I’ve been told.” You huff and cross your arms over your chest. He chuckles and shakes his head. “Now who’s the poor baby? Are you having a bad night?”

He sets his fork inside of the tin pan and pushes it away. He motions you over. You sigh and walk over to him and he pulls you onto his lap.

“I’m sorry but I really wanted that pie.” He says kissing you. “Where were we?” He clicks his tongue. “I remember.”

He sets you on the ground and discards your robe before picking you up and carrying you over to the couch. Laying you down, he climbs in between your legs and hooks them around your waist. You both moan in pleasure as he slides himself inside of you.

“Fuck baby..” He groans. He drops his head on your chest as he bottoms out.

He begins to slowly thrust in and then out until he finds the right pace. His arms are propped up on both sides of your head and use them as leverage to thrust deeper and rougher. Your fingers dig deep into his back making his muscle flex instinctively. He moves his right arm from beside your head to wrap underneath your body and hold you tightly to his body. He flicks his head to the side allowing his hair to flip to the side of his head. Seeing his necklaces swaying viciously back and forth above you, you reach your head up and grab hold of the coin pendant with your teeth and swirl your tongue around it, your eyes never leaving his. You let go of the pendant and pull his head down to you so you can kiss him. He groans against your lips.

“Fuck baby..” He moans. “I’m—Oh—Baby..”

You meet him at his high as he spills inside of you. He still holds you tightly as he fucks you through his orgasm and yours.

“That’s my baby..” He murmurs against the sweat covered skin of your chest. He presses a gentle kiss to the middle of your chest. His movements slow down as he catches his breath. He eventually removes himself from you and rests his head on your chest.

“Now I want pie.” You say making him laugh.

He pushes off of you and pulls you off the couch. You stumble a little and he catches you. He chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. He scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the kitchen and places you on the counter top. He grabs a cloth from the oven handle and soaks it under the faucet before using it to clean you up.

“So I’d say that your day did a full one eighty, yeah?” You say as you reach for the tin pan still containing what was left of the apple pie.

He nods his head and discards the towel on the floor. He grabs your hips and slides you to the edge of the counter. You stab a piece of pie and lift it to his mouth. He gladly opens and takes the bite of pie. You dig in again and take your own bite of it. You moan and roll your eyes.

“Are you sure I’m sweeter than this pie?”

He slides his hand down to your core and drags his fingers through your folds. After he had just cleaned you, he was turning you into a mess again. “Do you want to taste yourself?” You nod your head and he brings his fingers up to your mouth. You open your mouth and he inserts them. “Who tastes better? You or the pie?” He pulls his fingers from your mouth and leans against the counter, his hands resting on the marble on either side of you. He cocks his head with a smug look on his face.

“Definitely the pie.”

He scoffs and shakes his head. “Bullshit.” He gives you a kiss but groans when he tastes you mixed with the pie. “It’s like fucking crack.”

Finalizada

taglist: @losfacedevil @lightmylove-gvf @safarithong @ignite-my-fire @ohgodthefeeling-gvf (some people i wanted to tag but your handle didn't show up)

[joshsindigostreak]

O, Pioneers

Prologue

“Resist much, obey little.” - Walt Whitman

Sam Kiszka x F!OC

Authors note: Welcome Sam lane!!! This is the official start to Sam’s journey in the ISHIYE universe. This one starts around the same time ISHIYE started, so we’ll basically see what Sam has been up to this whole time. I will say that O, Pioneers along with every other spin off will make the most sense if ISHIYE is read beforehand. It’s all an interconnected universe and all the fics will reference each other to varying degrees. Every chapter besides this one will include a flashback to his Uni days. I hope you guys love this and I want to make Sammy Nation proud! I also hope you love my OC Natasha, as she just jumped into my head one day and hasn’t shut up since. Danny will also be heavily featured, it his actual story will be its own titled, “Running Through the Garden.” This is relatively short, but it’s a good little preview of what’s to come! Enjoy!

Word Count: 2060

Warnings: None for this chapter other than sweating!

It started with an email. One, stupid, email. One, professional, email. An email from one academic to another. Natasha just needed an extra source. Specifically, she needed to get her hands on a very specific journal. A journal that contained anatomical drawings and first hand accounts of the Lake Leelanau Creature. Colloquially it is referred to as the Leelanau Lake Monster, but the use of the word “monster” is frowned upon in Supernatural and Academic circles. Annoyingly, she only knew of one person who would be in possession of said journal. The one person whom she was perfectly fine never speaking to again: Sam Kiszka. He had built up quite the reputation in recent years with rumors of his immense archives and collection of particular artifacts. 

Natasha wrinkled her nose and adjusted her glasses as the cursor blinked on the screen. She could write emails like this in her sleep but the thought of asking him for something? Giving him the satisfaction that she needed his help? She’d rather be hit by a bus. However, she needed this information for an upcoming presentation and she had gathered almost all of her resources except this one. Adjusting her cat-eye frames one more time, she began typing.

From: nedelaney@lakewooduniversity.edu 

To: sfkiszka@stardustarchives.com

CC:

Subject: Lake Leelanau Journal

Dear Sam,

I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to you for a request for some scans from a book I know you possess and are familiar with: the Gautheir journal. Currently I am in the middle of a research project involving North American Sea Serpents and I need the pages with the anatomical drawings in particular, as well as any other pages pertaining to the first sighting of the Creature. Any contributions beyond that would be most appreciated. 

Kind Regards, 

Natasha E. Delaney 

States away, in eastern Michigan, a young scholar was startled by the sudden ding on his laptop, alerting him of a new email. With an arched brow he opened his inbox, and seeing the email address in the top bar brought back hoards of memories. 

Natasha. Fucking. Delaney. The only person to ever score higher on tests than him, to easily skate past him in grades, keep up with him during lectures, and narrowly beat out his GPA for the top of their graduating glass. He hadn’t spoken to her since graduation almost three years ago, but he couldn’t help being amused at the fact that she needed his help. He could just imagine that icy blonde hair of hers sitting on top of her head in a bun, those obnoxious cat-eye glasses resting on her nose while she bites the bullet and asks for his help. With a smirk on his face, he clicked on the reply button and began typing.

From: sfkiszka@stardustarchives.com

To: nedelaney@lakewooduniversity.edu 

CC:

Attachments: Secondary Leelanau sources.pdf

Subject: Re: Lake Leelanau Journal

Dear Natasha, 

Unfortunately your email did not find me well, as I am in the middle of several projects myself. Here at Stardust Archives™ the stream of knowledge never stops, and neither shall I. I also regret to inform you that scanning said journal for those particular pages will be impossible, as that journal is much too fragile to be handled in such a way. I do however have a few recommendations for similar sources, which I have attached to this email. I am so sorry I was not able to assist you further. 

Good luck on your endeavors, 

Sam F. Kiszka 

He sat back as he clicked send, knowing that most of it was horse shit. He hadn’t been in an actual project in nearly a month, but she didn’t know that. But he wasn’t lying about the journal being too fragile for scanning. Theoretically it would be ok with current technology, but he didn’t want to risk it as it was a trusted family heirloom that was given to him in confidence. In this business, keeping contacts happy was nearly half the job. Word of mouth was crucial, and if you couldn’t be trusted to handle things with respect and care, what good were you? Satisfied, he stood up from his desk to go back to the new shipment of books he was sorting. 

“That mother fucker,” she seethed. Natasha read his email again, mocking the ‘here at Stardust Archives™…’ line to herself while scrunching up her face. She knew for a fact that while that journal was old, it wasn’t that old. The librarian who had recommended that particular volume to her in the first place even said that it shouldn’t be any trouble to get scans of the pages. To make it worse, those ‘resources’ he had sent weren’t helpful at all, and didn't even go into detail of the anatomy of the Creature, which was what she truly needed. Rolling her eyes, her fingers began tapping out her rebuttal. 

From: nedelaney@lakewooduniversity.edu

To: sfkiszka@stardustarchives.com 

CC:

Attachments: Secondary Leelanau sources.pdf

Subject: Re: Re: Lake Leelanau Journal

Sam,

I’m so sorry to hear how busy you are. However I was told specifically that the Gauthier journal was preserved enough that scans wouldn’t be a problem at all. Has something changed? Has it been damaged in any way since it was last made public? I hope such an integral part to your own state's history would be treated with the utmost care. If I remember correctly from that class we both took, with Professor Andrews, paper from that time period would still be stable if exposed to light or a scanning device. In fact I remember he said once, “as long as you’re not mashing it down on a decrepit photo copier from 1993…”. Surely you have a better scanner than that? If you could get those scans to me as soon as you’re able, that would be wonderful. 

Regards, 

Natasha

The ding from Sam’s laptop alerted him again, and his smile quickly faded when he opened the mail program and saw Natasha’s response. On one hand, she had the right idea, but on the other hand, whatever project she needed it for was not worth the risk in his eyes. His mouth hung open in offense with her questioning his integrity to Michigan history. Artifacts from his home state were always given top priority, and to have her imply that he was being careless with any of them made his entire body tense. Instinctively, he wanted to just send back a simple, ‘no,’ but he knew that would only make her more relentless. 

From: sfkiszka@stardustarchives.com

To: nedelaney@lakewooduniversity.edu 

CC:

Attachments: Secondary Leelanau sources.pdf

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Lake Leelanau Journal

Nat,

You aren’t entirely wrong about it being possible, however the family who entrusted it to me made me promise -in writing- to keep it as well preserved as I possibly could. As such, any form of scanning or sudden exposure to light is just not an option.  I hope that the other resources I sent you were enough to suffice. I know whatever project you’re needing them for will manifest in the most riveting way. 

Godspeed, 

Sam F. Kiszka

Natasha tilted her head and cracked her neck when she saw the shortened form of her first name. She hated being called Nat. It was too close to the word for those annoying bugs. Worst of all, it was what her older sisters called her just to get under her skin. All three of them would repeat it over and over again when she was little and laughed when she got upset. Her oldest sister would even take it a step further and call her ‘Natty’ on occasion. She hated how it sounded, how it looked, and she much preferred the nickname ‘Tasha’ if she had a choice. Most of her fellow students called her Tasha, as well as her close friends. Even on blind dates she’d introduce herself as Tasha before anything else. 

From: nedelaney@lakewooduniversity.edu

To: sfkiszka@stardustarchives.com 

CC:

Attachments: Secondary Leelanau sources.pdf

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lake Leelanau Journal

Samuel,

I appreciate your passion for the preservation of critical documents, it’s truly inspiring, Professor Andrews would be proud. But I think you’re being rather difficult here. If not unreasonable. And no, those other resources did not help as they are not relevant to my ongoing project. I appreciate your confidence in my work, but what would truly help me be on my way would be your cooperation. 

Impatiently, 

Tasha

Sam stared at the screen. She really wasn’t going to let up, was she? He thought for a moment, and something in his brain wanted to physically hear her ask for his help. Maybe it was his ego, maybe it wasn’t, but he was impulsive enough to go out on a limb to satiate it. 

From: sfkiszka@stardustarchives.com

To: nedelaney@lakewooduniversity.edu 

CC:

Attachments: Secondary Leelanau sources.pdf

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lake Leelanau Journal

‘Tasha’,

Unfortunately, I must be away from my desk at this time due to other projects and meetings. However, if you would like to continue our correspondence, I will happily provide you my number for your convenience. 

(248) 555-9423

In eternal anticipation, 

‘Muel’

Natasha stared at the phone number on her screen. That little shit. He wanted to hear her ask. It didn’t take a genius to figure that part out. Maybe he wanted her to beg? He was arrogant enough to want such a thing. She wasn’t going to give in that easily. She wanted his arrogance in writing. If he couldn’t be professional and stick to emails, he was going to have her in his pocket at all times, constantly making his phone go off. Quickly she added his number as a new contact, and typed out her first ever text to Sam F. Kiszka. 

Natasha: Ok cut the shit, Kiszka why are you being difficult? 

Sam: Who is this?

Natasha: I swear to god, Sam

Sam: Ok ok, fine. Do you really want to see this journal that badly? 

Natasha: I have wasted an entire afternoon emailing you about it, so yes. 

Sam: Well as I said I can’t scan the pages. But if you would like to view them in person for your research, that can easily be arranged. 

Natasha: In person?

Sam: Yes, that's when people meet face to face. 

Natasha: I’m going to ignore that for my sanity, but don’t you live in Michigan?

Sam: Yes.

Natasha: You do know that I’m in Lakewood for my Masters right?

Sam: Yes, what is the issue?

Natasha: So you want to travel all the way to Vermont just because you are refusing to scan the pages? 

Sam: Oh I wouldn’t bring an artifact that fragile on a plane, you know that. You can simply come here. I know there’s a break coming up, if I remember our old schedule correctly. 

Natasha nearly threw her phone, but she wasn’t going to give up. Before she could fully type out a response she got another text.

Sam: And don’t worry about needing a hotel there’s plenty of room upstairs for you. My parents are in Canada on business and my brothers are off doing god knows what. 

Natasha: I’m sure I can find a hotel I don’t want to put you out

Sam: It's really no trouble, we have a separate guest room anyway that barely gets used 

She mulled it over for a few minutes. 

Natasha: Well I’ve never been to Michigan.

Sam: It’s much better than Vermont.

She sighed.

Natasha: Fine. I’ll talk to my professors and get it sorted out. The break starts in two days. 

Sam smirked at his phone and leaned back in his chair,  he was right.

Sam: Excellent. I’ll go dust the window sills and pick out the fanciest chocolate for your pillow.

Natasha: I’ll text you my flight details. 

Sam: Can’t wait, Nat ;)

Not wanting him to know that he bothered her, Natasha set her phone down and opened up another webpage to look up flights. By the weekend she was going to not only be in Sam Kiszka’s presence for the first time since graduation, but staying at his fucking house. 

What the fuck did she just agree to? 

To be continued...

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[sanctaignorantia]

Book spoilers & theories about the show

It's probably the silliest thing I'll ever write, but it's simply about the four characters I love most in these books, Daniel, Louis, Armand and now Fareed. And they're all here in the same scene.

The episode 6 starts with Louis talking about the Cloud Gift, something that for Daniel shouldn't be surprising since he's there talking to a creature that probably 99% of the planet's population believes doesn't exist. Vampires don't exist, right?

Daniel seems to be making fun of Louis and is obviously going to use this to annoy him later in the conversation.

And then who do we find there sharing this surprising discovery with them? A scientist. A brilliant, charming, charismatic, friendly, intelligent and beautiful scientist.

"Hey, Doc, did you know there's a flying vampire apocalypse coming your way?" Daniel speaks while analyzing Fareed's movements.

And then there's Fareed, for those who don't know him, he's just a handsome guy. But he's so covered up, the audacity of putting him in the first season is tasty. His movements are shy and a bit clumsy, and yet he's well hidden among the loose hair that casts a shadow on his face.

But this son of a bitch smiles at Daniel's words! [I love you, Fareed!!!] He looks at Louis in front of him and then smiles, containing his fucking smile. He's so brilliant!

We're going to put humanity [Daniel] who wouldn't believe in these things about vampires or flying vampires (and Superman) because they're fictional and we're going to put that to the test. That proof is Louis who, no matter how much he talks or reports, doesn't make humanity [Daniel] believe. It's not convincing. And then we're going to form a triangle with a third creature that represents science [Fareed] and therefore represents regular knowledge that can be visualized through facts that can be observed. But in addition, we're also going to say that Daniel stands for humanity that wouldn't believe in vampires, but does believe in a god. This is where the book spoilers come in.

Fareed in the books doesn't believe in spiritual matters, he doesn't believe in god and all that, he's a fucking scientist. A fucking vampire scientist!

"You know he's a vampire, right?" Daniel says again.

"I do not discuss my patients with anyone but the patients themselves." Fareed replies.

He again looks forward in what we might say is the direction where Louis is sitting. And only answers what should be the most obvious thing after that and then "you can't be human if your patient is a vampire, Doc". But I know Daniel just thought of it and typed it somewhere obscure in his notebook, probably under the "Rashid" topic he loves so much.

"That's the voice of Dr. Fareed Bhansali."

"That is not my voice."

"He's the personal physician to the deputy prime minister and..."

"I am not here..."

"... the vampire Louis de Pointe du Lac."

How can you be so relaxed being a human [scientist], knowing that your patient is a vampire [an inexplicable thing]. To be here taking care of another human [who is so fucking real] who will probably be made into food by the end of the week [we're not so sure how they're going to devour danny] while this vampire monster talks about an apocalypse? [so crazy].

How do you say that this voice of reason, which is also being recorded, is out of the question when you have to prove so much to the rest of humanity?

But this certainly becomes a fact for Daniel after Armand's final sentence, because the only doubt that would remain for Daniel is "he's human because he tolerates the sun" and with Armand's speech he then decides that Fareed could also be a vampire. And it's very funny because in the books Fareed hates the fact that vampires fall asleep with the sunrise, he even has a bit of anxiety and panic about it and wants to discover something in the future that will free them of this misfortune.

BUT

...let's get back to: "He's officially off the record."

"He's officially off the record."

Damn, we forgot the demonic gremlin in the other corner of the room!

The boss is watching! Any possibility of proving the improbable is off the record. Fareed even looks after a prime minister and that's a high position in some government. The fact that Louis and Armand simply accept Fareed going there (to look after their precious boy Daniel Molloy) at the risk of saying that perhaps there are even vampires in political office, is simply terrifying! Why would Fareed as a vampire look after human beings? It's exposing too much, it's exposing INNOCENT human beings to the dangers of living with and bumping into vampires! And why would Fareed as a human take care of vampires? Vampires would never expose themselves to humans like that! Scientists?!?!?!?!?! Never!

IT'S OFF THE RECORD!

They fail so hard to hide it, they try so hard to lie and it's so in your face…

"NDAs signed by any and all who cross the threshold, eh?"

Those who cross the threshold… Armand knows very well who always crosses the threshold...~

But what am I getting at? It's interesting to see how they seem to have built this parallel between the side that wants to believe, has the proof in front of it, but still doubts vs the proof for itself vs the thing that could (and will) prove that all this that seems like fiction is actually very real and palpable.

And of course there's another point. We have a triangle in relation to what I said: Daniel, Louis and Fareed.

But at the same time we have Fareed who perhaps stares at Louis all the time in the sense that they are the naked truth that Daniel avoids looking at and that's why he's on the sidelines while in front of him we have Armanshid...

... who says "off the record", "forget it", "this truth can't be told" and he's right in front of Daniel, staring at him with those eyes that seem to plead as he dies longing for what seems untouchable. A puppy begging for food.

In short, I think Fareed here already knows what's going on and has been studying vampires and their issues for many years. He contains a smile when Daniel talks about the apocalypse because I know he feels proud in a sense of "I'm glad the apocalypse will be about something real, since it will be vampires" because that's what he studies, sees and touches every day and not this religious shit with god and hellfire. But there's Daniel who still wouldn't believe all this vampire and apocalypse shit, he's at the end of his life, isn't he? He doesn't even believe that the medicine can be effective…

[effervescentdragon]

hi! i wanted to ask, would you ever consider writing carlando? i think you'd do a great job of it, and theyre my favorite pairing, so i thought to ask!

anon, im so, so sorry about this. i couldnt get it out of my mind ever since i woke up and came to this hellsite and saw whats happening. the NARRATIVE is too compelling. oops <3

He posts the story. It's for the best. He knows what's going to happen when the news break, and he loves her too much not to do something about the mayhem of some of his "fans" and the inevitable invasion of privacy that will follow. Lando owes her that much, and he doesn't mind. He just wishes there was more he could do.

There is something niggling in his brain when he looks at his lock screen, displaying the date and the time over a picture. It's a sunset on a golf course. It used to be -something different, but he's changed it when his relationship ended. (The time before that, it was also because - a relationship ended. He doesn't think about it.) He checks the clock. Enough time to make it to his first interview.

His notifications start blowing up the moment after. He closes Instagram, and opens the messages with his brother.

god ur stupid

lan wtf

did u even think this through for a second

Lando frowns. His brother knows everything that's been happening, and he's been supportive of his decisions and there for Lando when he was unsure what to do, so the words take Lando by surprise.

wut? mate u know what happened

i dont get it

The reply comes instantly.

tell me, whats the fucking date u idiot

Lando is still frowning. It's September 1st, what is Ollie getting at -

"Oh. Oh. Shit. Shit!"

His eyes widen and he scrambles for his phone. He opens Insta, refreshing it, and the first post that comes up is the official Ferrari post wishing Carlos a happy birthday. Which Lando still hasn't done.

Unless you count anouncing my breaking up with my girlfriend on his birthday as a present, the thought sneaks in, and Lando blanches. He's calling Oliver before he even realizes he's doing it.

'Yes, you stupid fuck,' Oliver answers, and Lando whines.

"I don't - that's not - it's not like that, Ollie, fuck," he says, and his brother laughs at him. "I didn't - I forgot -"

'Hmm,' his brother hums. He can hear the baby doing the baby-speak in the background. 'Did you now?'

"Yes!" Lando tugs on his hair. "I knew today was something - like, I knew it was an important day somehow, thats why I wanted to post this today, but like, I couldn't fucking remember what it was," he whines. "Oh God, they're all gonna - fuck, the PR is going to kill me, fuck!" He starts panicking a bit, he won't lie. "Fuck, they're gonna - I'm so stupid," he moans and concentrates on not having a panic attack.

'Lando,' his brother says with fucking - meaningful emphasis. 'Would seeing the baby help you calm down and not have a complete mental breakdown about being in love with your best friend and former teammate?'

"I'm not," he tries to say, then huffs when Ollie outright snorts at him. He can hear the baby repeating the snort and then giggling. He leans his head on the wall. "It might," he says sullenly, and Ollie laughs and turns his camera on, and Lando spends the next fifteen minutes waving at a semi-interested baby and avoiding his brother's knowing gaze.

It calms him down enough not to die of embarrasment when his PR officer bursts into his room and takes his phone away without another word, typing on it furiously and then pocketing it. He swallows down any protest he might have head when they look at him like they'll stomp on him if he dares speak another word. It's probably for the best, really.

McLaren should really hire better PR people, he thinks. At least Charlotte knew what she was doing. Oh wait, they probably won't have money after they pay out Danny, he thinks, and then makes himself not think about anything, because it's time for his interview, and he has to concentrate not to be a complete and utter disaster. As if that ship hasn't sailed a long time ago, his mind supplies. Fuck.

***

He avoids the invasive questions as best as possible. His friends on the grid already knew about it, so he's spared any sympathetic talk. (All knew, except one, and Lando refuses to think about that.) He compliments George's outfit, and spends some time talking to Danny. He is so tired of the drama and the fuckery. He's tired in general, and they're not even like, halfway through the triple fucking header.

"Hola, Landito," comes the voice from behind him, and his stupid, silly heart speeds up, like it always fucking does. "And hello, Daniel."

Lando turns around, and there Carlos is, looking like a fucking Disney prince, with his perfect hair gleaming in the sunlight and the stupid Ferrari shirt tight over his perfect shoulders and his perfect fucking forearms.

"Hi, Carlos," he manages to say in a completely normal tone. "How are you?"

Danny takes one look at Lando, then laughs out loud and fist-bumps Carlos.

"Hey man, happy birthday, I gotta run, catch you guys later," Danny says, and Lando kinda wants to punch him a bit. Then he's gone, and it's just Lando and Carlos. Stupid, perfect, handsome Carlos, who has a birthday today which Lando completely forgot about.

"So, happy -"

"I'm sorry -"

They speak at the same time, and break off simultaneously. Lando hates how nice Carlos' smile is. He looks around, not even noticing the surrounding, so that he wouldn't like, get lost in Carlos' eyes or something. Carlos waves his hand, indicating Lando should go first.

"Happy birthday," Lando says. "I'm sorry I forgot your present."

Carlos hums and reaches for Lando's cap. He flicks it, and smiles wide, and Lando can feel his cheeks flush. Fucking Carlos. (He would. He doesn't dare think it properly, but fuck, he would.)

"Did you forget it?" Carlos asks, and his accent is familiar, and so hot to Lando, the careful intent with which he speaks every word. "I thought I got my present this morning," he says, and Lando can feel himself blush. "It was quite a surprise, since I didn't know about it," he goes on, and there is an undercurrent of hurt in his words, and fuck, Lando should've told him before, or something. "But I liked it despite everything," Carlos says, and steps only a tiny bit closer. "I only wonder, if it hurts you, then I will not like it, nor will I mention it again."

Lando looks into Carlos' eyes; really looks. Who the fuck says 'nor' and doesn't sound like an asshole, he thinks. Carlos, that's who. Carlos, who is Lando's best friend, but not quite. Carlos, who is always patient with Lando, and always kind to Lando, and always there to listen to Lando when he needs it.

Carlos, who Lando has been in love with probably since he was nineteen years old.

Lando swallows heavily around a lump in his throat. His eyes flicker away from Carlos', and he sees his PR manager waving him over. Fuck. They don't have time.

"I'll - I'm sorry for not telling you," he says quickly. "I need to go, but, we can, fuck, I don't know," he huffs in frustration, because he has no idea what his plans are, and Carlos probably has his own plans.

"Lando," Carlos says calmly, and steps closer, and hugs Lando. It takes Lando a second to catch up, but then he smells Carlos, same as always, steady, wonderful Carlos, and he hugs him back, and his heart races but his mind quiets down, and he clutches at Carlos' shirt.

"We can have dinner tonight," Carlos says, and it's not quite a question, but it's also not a statement. Lando inhales the scent from Carlos' neck, and nods against the material of his shirt, not daring to touch his skin, because he knows he won't be able to stop. "And we can - we can talk."

"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, Carlos, yeah."

When they separate, Carlos' smile is blinding in the Holland sun. Lando can't help but smile back, and think that maybe, maybe, it may all turn out alright.

Maybe, he isn't an utter and complete disaster.

***

"We have a long future ahead of us (...) relationships change (...)"

"If anything, I feel like my relationship with Lando has improved (...) we can openly speak more about (...) feelings."

***

[africanotaku92]

Schrodinger's Boy

I missed Phan Phic Phight but now I'm here for Dannymay! Not really going along with the prompts, just wanted to write something for the month.

I dedicate this to @five-rivers because i love their stuff so much!

Please, enjoy!

***

Schrödinger’s Boy

It was dead when she saw it.

Oh so very dead, but walking. Talking. Living.

That really doesn’t make sense, so let’s start from the beginning;

Nelia Ugochi d’Bandinello was not a normal child. Ever since she was young, she could see death. And no, not like the walking skeleton clad in black robes and a scythe most people assume, but real death; the dead, the dying, the undead, all. No one, not even her closest family members knew, and she intended to keep it that way. As long as she kept to her own and didn’t cross the line for the rules, she was safe.

Ever since her family moved to this country, she knew the small, sleepy town was a little dead. The essence was in every nook and cranny, even the air had a thin yet distinctive layer of it. Nothing she couldn’t handle.

That is, until now.

The air’s death suddenly sharpened the moment before it walked in.

At first glance, it looked like a boy. A cute boy in fact. Short compared to her tall. Pale skin in contrast to her deep dark, straight black hair opposed to curly blond. Baby blue opposing forest green. But then, the closer she looked, the more she noticed what was off. Skin was a little too pale to be considered healthy, and became slightly transparent as she saw more. Hair was wispy and floaty, almost defying gravity, almost flowing like it was under water as its head bounced. Eyes a bit more, sunken, a bit more tired. Worst of all, its heartbeat sounded so, so slow.

And now, it was sitting two tables across from her.

She swallowed the milkshake that threatened to spill out of her mouth. She tried to turn back to her food, tried to ignore its presence. But she kept glancing its way, turning back to the most terrifying yet fascinating creature she had ever seen.

And she just. Kept. Staring.

One of its cohorts – the black one with glasses – pointed at her direction, and it suddenly looked over. Their eyes made contact. She gasped and looked away.

‘Such haunting eyes.’ She thought.

“Nelia? What’s wrong?” She looked up to see her brother Irnerio, who had previously been trying to unhinge his jaw to fit an absolutely massive burger, was now looking at her in concern.

“Nothing.” She forced out. She glanced back at them. Her brother’s concerned face was already contorting into a smug grin.

“Oh? Falling in love already?” He chuckled “It’s the pale boy, right?” Her cheeks heated. Definitely not what was happening.

“Shut up.”

“Well, you did say that one of the advantages of moving was ‘Date cute Americans’. Though I must say, I always thought that the goth girl would be more your type. You could both indulge in your weird fascination with death.”

She hit her brother in the ribs.

“Stolto*.” She hissed. “I said shut up.”

Her brother laughed.

***

“Dude, the new girl is totally checking you out.”

Danny swallowed his bite of a burger. “What?”

He, Sam and Tucker had gone to Nasty Burger for lunch that Saturday, and had noticed the two newest additions to the town residence. The girl had been looking at them ever since they walked in.

“She’s probably not into me. Probably looking at Sam. They look foreign, so for all we know, she may be their first goth.”

“An honour I am willing to have with pride.”

“She’s looking over here right now!”

Danny turned to where Tucker was pointing and sure enough, she was looking at them. They made eye contact, and hers widened and she looked away.

“See? Totally into you.” Danny rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, Tuck.” He continued eating his burger. But somehow, he couldn’t shake the stare off of him. As if she was looking past his flesh and staring at the very ghost that made his soul.

He shivered at the thought.

***

Oh God above, it went to her school.

The creepy thing goes to her school.

She wondered how it got into her school. She wondered why, of all things, it had to attend as a student.

Mondays where truly the worst days of the week.

She had learned the creatures name was Danny Fenton, official school weirdo, son of the two most successful ghost hunters (oh the irony), and all-round loser she shouldn’t interact with (according to the Mexican girl that approached her). She didn’t really care though, as much as she was weary, she still wanted to know what it was. And she was determined to find out.

The bell rang, pulling her out of her thoughts. She sighed and pulled her books from her locker. She didn’t want to be late.

***

Hours later, school was long over, and Nelia was busy at work in the kitchen, kneading dough for her second batch of strawberry calzones, the first already in the oven. Her mother stood at in front of the doorway, watching her.

“That’s a lot of dessert calzones for 4 people.”

She finished kneading and started rolling out the dough. “Oh no, ours are part of the last batch. Most of these are offerings.” She turned to her mother. “I’m going to the Cemetery after dinner. To pay some respects.”

Her mother sighed. There was no talking her out of this. Every time they go someplace new, she always paid her respects at a local gravesite. She stopped trying to prevent her a long time ago.

“Well, just be back before midnight. But in the meantime, let me help you close the ones you’ve already filled. We could talk, use some mother daughter bonding time.” She smiled and nodded at her mum, handing her a spare apron. She gladly took it and set to work beside her daughter.

“Have you heard? There’s a story I heard. They say this town has some kind of ghost hero…”

***

It was late in the evening, and she had paid her respects at the last grave when she saw him.

And he was oh so very much Alive.

Silver white hair adorned his head like a glowing crown. Striking, electric green eyes, a black jumpsuit with white boots and gloves. Veins, across his skin, visible with the implication of pure green death flowing in them, the sound of each breath he takes. A pulsating buzz emitting from his chest, almost sounding like a beating heart. These where the features of Amity Park’s local hero and (dead) celebrity, Danny Phantom.

And he had just landed in front of her.

“Um, are you ok? It’s pretty late out.”

She blinked at first, startled to hear him talk, but composed herself enough to speak.

“Ah, yes I’m fine. Just, paying my respects.” She gestured to the grave and the basket of food.

“Oh, really? That’s nice of you! Apart from family, hardly anyone pays respect these days.”

“Yes, it’s something I try to do everywhere I go. Speaking of respect, where’s yours?”

Danny blinked. “My what?”.

“Your grave. I have to pay my respects to you. This is the only cemetery in town, but I didn’t see your grave.”

Danny froze in shock. He hadn’t really thought about it.

“Oh. I kind of, uhm, don’t have one?” Because I’m not really dead.

It was Nelia’s turn to be shocked. And then she was angry. Was this town really so ungrateful that they didn’t have a grave for their hero? That wouldn’t do.

“Where do you want one?”

“What?”

“Where would you want your grave? I’m going to make you one.”

Danny’s eyes widened.

“Your… going to make a grave for me?” “Of course? It’s only common decency, a basic right to the dead. I might not have your body, but if I have a photo to at least mark your image, it would do.”

Danny was stunned by this gesture. No one had offered him a grave before. So, he told her about his ideal spot.

Weeks later, in a secluded spot in the woods, he stands with her above a freshly dug grave, underneath a willow tree, facing directly at the night sky marked with a picture of him in his ghost form. She drops a plate of calzones and lights some lavender incense. She pays her respects and stands back letting him trace over the picture and admire the grave. It’s not the best grave, but it’s also the only one he’s received. He couldn’t help it, as a few tears dripped from his eyes. It was a sweet gift.

He turns to her, clasps his hand in hers. He manages to choke out between tears.

“Thank you.”

She stares back at him. This action, it’s so… human. She senses familiarity, like she could almost imagine him when he was alive……

Oh.

Oh.

The connection between the dead boy and alive ghost hits her like a train, all the similarities adding up. She smiles at him.

“It’s your grave. You should bring your friends to see it.”

His eyes widen in panic, wondering how she found out. She shakes her head.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

He relaxes and nods, let’s go of her hands and they stare back at his very own grave. Sam and Tucker are going to flip when they see it.

That night, she’s back in her room, wide awake, thinking of everything that happened. His hands were cold, but not like death cold. Like he had stuck his hands in the freezer. His tears were so real.

This boy, who was dead yet alive. Walking perfectly on the line between life and death, tittering to neither side.

Schrödinger’s boy indeed.

[mesbbee]

just watched this movie for the first time recently…pacific rim au anyone? 🏃‍♀️

elaboration below since it got too long for the tags!

i was thinking of two different directions this could go:

1. if we were to stick closest to their positions in canon, the og archives gang would be scientists, and basically fulfill the role of newton

supernatural researchers —> kaiju researchers

desperate for literally anyone to enter the field after the kaiju attacks, Martin would easily be able to get into the institute despite not having any official scientific credentials

researcher au would also line up well if the kaiju are embodiments of The Fears, considering Jon’s connection to them (thinking of @/possumsquat’s tma au drawing! Jon drifts with part of The Beholding kaiju or something)

in terms of backstory too, Jon and Tim could’ve both had experiences with kaiju in the past leading them to become researchers

2. pilot au

Jon, Tim and Sasha are pilots (maybe Martin would become one later? wouldn’t start out as a pilot I don’t think..maybe in an emergency or something) - probably they’d all be compatible but maybe Tim and Sasha would be a pair and Jon would have another partner at first (/theyd switch around) (Gertrude? who is an icon in the field or something…also works with jon being Gertrude’s “successor” after she dies)

Danny, Tim’s partner dies in a kaiju attack and Tim swears off piloting until years later, which is when he meets with Jon and Sasha

theoretically I just love the action the adventure and the angst of them being pilots like i just feel like it’d be so fun. one of the main appeals of pilot au to me: DRIFT COMPATIBILITY BABY! the movie wasn’t perfect but you know i fw the concept of drift compatibility SO HARD i love it

i do think Martin would have another job at first (since you can’t really fake being a pilot you have to go through training and shit) - comms maybe? but i do love the idea of him piloting eventually. throw him in there for fun (+ him being actually adept at it)

in both these situations i was thinking of daisy/basira and georgie/melanie also being pilot pairs

of course, you could also mix this up - the above is just speaking with the main 4 archives crew having the same occupation, jon and sasha could be research while tim pilots and martin is comms, martin in research and jon pilots, etc etc…not even speaking of the different roles the side/background characters could have

anyways. yeah. if anyone has any thoughts on this i’d love to hear it!!

(sorry if this is a bit rough, as a said i originally typed these out as tags lol)

[asexualtuckerfoley]

Danny Phantom MBTI Types Valerie Gray: ENTJ

Te: Surprise! Sam and Valerie are MBTI twins. Valerie’s got a plan and she sticks to it, even when it doesn’t work out too well. She even lets her strict plan get in the way of her feelings and budding relationship with Danny. It’s not personal, it just is (ironically, her issue with Phantom is very personal, probably part of her Fi coming through).

Ni: This was harder to pin down because Valerie’s lower functions are terribly underdeveloped. In fact, if it wasn’t for the fact that I’m certain Valerie’s in a Te-Se loop, I wouldn’t know how to type her. The closest thing we’ve got to her exhibiting Ni is her refusal to accept new evidence that she doesn’t agree with, particularly when it comes to Phantom.

Se: Looping time! A loop is when the dominant and tertiary functions are duking it out for superiority. She’s always running around doing crazy stunts, fighting ghosts in a suit she got from a stranger. She misses the nice life she had, and while that’s understandable, the lengths she goes to are a little excessive.

Fi: Like Sam, Valerie knows what she believes and cannot be deterred, even by her own emotions. She dumps Danny to chase after Phantom and completely ignores any evidence contrary to her beliefs. Again, like Sam, she has a black-and-white view of the world.

[glittergummicandypeach]

Fake Hafez: How a supreme Persian poet of love was erased | Religion | Al Jazeera

This is the time of the year where every day I get a handful of requests to track down the original, authentic versions of some famed Muslim poet, usually Hafez or Rumi. The requests start off the same way: "I am getting married next month, and my fiance and I wanted to celebrate our Muslim background, and we have always loved this poem by Hafez. Could you send us the original?" Or, "My daughter is graduating this month, and I know she loves this quote from Hafez. Can you send me the original so I can recite it to her at the ceremony we are holding for her?"

It is heartbreaking to have to write back time after time and say the words that bring disappointment: The poems that they have come to love so much and that are ubiquitous on the internet are forgeries. Fake. Made up. No relationship to the original poetry of the beloved and popular Hafez of Shiraz.

How did this come to be? How can it be that about 99.9 percent of the quotes and poems attributed to one the most popular and influential of all the Persian poets and Muslim sages ever, one who is seen as a member of the pantheon of "universal" spirituality on the internet are ... fake? It turns out that it is a fascinating story of Western exotification and appropriation of Muslim spirituality.

Let us take a look at some of these quotes attributed to Hafez:

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, 'you owe me.' Look what happens with a love like that! It lights up the whole sky.

You like that one from Hafez? Too bad. Fake Hafez.

Your heart and my heart Are very very old friends.

Like that one from Hafez too? Also Fake Hafez.

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.

Beautiful. Again, not Hafez.

And the next one you were going to ask about? Also fake. So where do all these fake Hafez quotes come from?

An American poet, named Daniel Ladinsky, has been publishing books under the name of the famed Persian poet Hafez for more than 20 years. These books have become bestsellers. You are likely to find them on the shelves of your local bookstore under the "Sufism" section, alongside books of Rumi, Khalil Gibran, Idries Shah, etc.

It hurts me to say this, because I know so many people love these "Hafez" translations. They are beautiful poetry in English, and do contain some profound wisdom. Yet if you love a tradition, you have to speak the truth: Ladinsky's translations have no earthly connection to what the historical Hafez of Shiraz, the 14th-century Persian sage, ever said.

He is making it up. Ladinsky himself admitted that they are not "translations", or "accurate", and in fact denied having any knowledge of Persian in his 1996 best-selling book, I Heard God Laughing. Ladinsky has another bestseller, The Subject Tonight Is Love.

Persians take poetry seriously. For many, it is their singular contribution to world civilisation: What the Greeks are to philosophy, Persians are to poetry. And in the great pantheon of Persian poetry where Hafez, Rumi, Saadi, 'Attar, Nezami, and Ferdowsi might be the immortals, there is perhaps none whose mastery of the Persian language is as refined as that of Hafez.

In the introduction to a recent book on Hafez, I said that Rumi (whose poetic output is in the tens of thousands) comes at you like you an ocean, pulling you in until you surrender to his mystical wave and are washed back to the ocean. Hafez, on the other hand, is like a luminous diamond, with each facet being a perfect cut. You cannot add or take away a word from his sonnets. So, pray tell, how is someone who admits that they do not know the language going to be translating the language?

Ladinsky is not translating from the Persian original of Hafez. And unlike some "versioners" (Coleman Barks is by far the most gifted here) who translate Rumi by taking the Victorian literal translations and rendering them into American free verse, Ladinsky's relationship with the text of Hafez's poetry is nonexistent. Ladinsky claims that Hafez appeared to him in a dream and handed him the English "translations" he is publishing:

"About six months into this work I had an astounding dream in which I saw Hafiz as an Infinite Fountaining Sun (I saw him as God), who sang hundreds of lines of his poetry to me in English, asking me to give that message to 'my artists and seekers'."

It is not my place to argue with people and their dreams, but I am fairly certain that this is not how translation works. A great scholar of Persian and Urdu literature, Christopher Shackle, describes Ladinsky's output as "not so much a paraphrase as a parody of the wondrously wrought style of the greatest master of Persian art-poetry." Another critic, Murat Nemet-Nejat, described Ladinsky's poems as what they are: original poems of Ladinsky masquerading as a "translation."

I want to give credit where credit is due: I do like Ladinsky's poetry. And they do contain mystical insights. Some of the statements that Ladinsky attributes to Hafez are, in fact, mystical truths that we hear from many different mystics. And he is indeed a gifted poet. See this line, for example:

I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.

That is good stuff. Powerful. And many mystics, including the 20th-century Sufi master Pir Vilayat, would cast his powerful glance at his students, stating that he would long for them to be able to see themselves and their own worth as he sees them. So yes, Ladinsky's poetry is mystical. And it is great poetry. So good that it is listed on Good Reads as the wisdom of "Hafez of Shiraz." The problem is, Hafez of Shiraz said nothing like that. Daniel Ladinsky of St Louis did. 

The poems are indeed beautiful. They are just not ... Hafez. They are ... Hafez-ish? Hafez-esque? So many of us wish that Ladinsky had just published his work under his own name, rather than appropriating Hafez's. 

Ladinsky's "translations" have been passed on by Oprah, the BBC, and others. Government officials have used them on occasions where they have wanted to include Persian speakers and Iranians. It is now part of the spiritual wisdom of the East shared in Western circles. Which is great for Ladinsky, but we are missing the chance to hear from the actual, real Hafez. And that is a shame.

So, who was the real Hafez (1315-1390)?

He was a Muslim, Persian-speaking sage whose collection of love poetry rivals only Mawlana Rumi in terms of its popularity and influence. Hafez's given name was Muhammad, and he was called Shams al-Din (The Sun of Religion). Hafez was his honorific because he had memorised the whole of the Quran. His poetry collection, the Divan, was referred to as Lesan al-Ghayb (the Tongue of the Unseen Realms).

A great scholar of Islam, the late Shahab Ahmed, referred to Hafez's Divan as: "the most widely-copied, widely-circulated, widely-read, widely-memorized, widely-recited, widely-invoked, and widely-proverbialized book of poetry in Islamic history." Even accounting for a slight debate, that gives some indication of his immense following. Hafez's poetry is considered the very epitome of Persian in the Ghazal tradition.

Hafez's worldview is inseparable from the world of Medieval Islam, the genre of Persian love poetry, and more. And yet he is deliciously impossible to pin down. He is a mystic, though he pokes fun at ostentatious mystics. His own name is "he who has committed the Quran to heart", yet he loathes religious hypocrisy. He shows his own piety while his poetry is filled with references to intoxication and wine that may be literal or may be symbolic.

The most sublime part of Hafez's poetry is its ambiguity. It is like a Rorschach psychological test in poetry. The mystics see it as a sign of their own yearning, and so do the wine-drinkers, and the anti-religious types. It is perhaps a futile exercise to impose one definitive meaning on Hafez. It would rob him of what makes him ... Hafez.

The tomb of Hafez in Shiraz, a magnificent city in Iran, is a popular pilgrimage site and the honeymoon destination of choice for many Iranian newlyweds. His poetry, alongside that of Rumi and Saadi, are main staples of vocalists in Iran to this day, including beautiful covers by leading maestros like Shahram Nazeri and Mohammadreza Shajarian.

Like many other Persian poets and mystics, the influence of Hafez extended far beyond contemporary Iran and can be felt wherever Persianate culture was a presence, including India and Pakistan, Central Asia, Afghanistan, and the Ottoman realms. Persian was the literary language par excellence from Bengal to Bosnia for almost a millennium, a reality that sadly has been buried under more recent nationalistic and linguistic barrages.

Part of what is going on here is what we also see, to a lesser extent, with Rumi: the voice and genius of the Persian speaking, Muslim, mystical, sensual sage of Shiraz are usurped and erased, and taken over by a white American with no connection to Hafez's Islam or Persian tradition. This is erasure and spiritual colonialism. Which is a shame, because Hafez's poetry deserves to be read worldwide alongside Shakespeare and Toni Morrison, Tagore and Whitman, Pablo Neruda and the real Rumi, Tao Te Ching and the Gita, Mahmoud Darwish, and the like.

In a 2013 interview, Ladinsky said of his poems published under the name of Hafez: "Is it Hafez or Danny? I don't know. Does it really matter?" I think it matters a great deal. There are larger issues of language, community, and power involved here.

It is not simply a matter of a translation dispute, nor of alternate models of translations. This is a matter of power, privilege and erasure. There is limited shelf space in any bookstore. Will we see the real Rumi, the real Hafez, or something appropriating their name? How did publishers publish books under the name of Hafez without having someone, anyone, with a modicum of familiarity check these purported translations against the original to see if there is a relationship? Was there anyone in the room when these decisions were made who was connected in a meaningful way to the communities who have lived through Hafez for centuries?

Hafez's poetry has not been sitting idly on a shelf gathering dust. It has been, and continues to be, the lifeline of the poetic and religious imagination of tens of millions of human beings. Hafez has something to say, and to sing, to the whole world, but bypassing these tens of millions who have kept Hafez in their heart as Hafez kept the Quran in his heart is tantamount to erasure and appropriation.

We live in an age where the president of the United States ran on an Islamophobic campaign of "Islam hates us" and establishing a cruel Muslim ban immediately upon taking office. As Edward Said and other theorists have reminded us, the world of culture is inseparable from the world of politics. So there is something sinister about keeping Muslims out of our borders while stealing their crown jewels and appropriating them not by translating them but simply as decor for poetry that bears no relationship to the original. Without equating the two, the dynamic here is reminiscent of white America's endless fascination with Black culture and music while continuing to perpetuate systems and institutions that leave Black folk unable to breathe.

There is one last element: It is indeed an act of violence to take the Islam out of Rumi and Hafez, as Ladinsky has done. It is another thing to take Rumi and Hafez out of Islam. That is a separate matter, and a mandate for Muslims to reimagine a faith that is steeped in the world of poetry, nuance, mercy, love, spirit, and beauty. Far from merely being content to criticise those who appropriate Muslim sages and erase Muslims' own presence in their legacy, it is also up to us to reimagine Islam where figures like Rumi and Hafez are central voices. This has been part of what many of feel called to, and are pursuing through initiatives like Illuminated Courses.

Oh, and one last thing: It is Haaaaafez, not Hafeeeeez. Please.

The views expressed in this article are the author's own and do not necessarily reflect Al Jazeera's editorial stance.

This content was originally published here.

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The Masked Singer Season 6 Costume Reveals (Predictions and Rankings) Part 2!

Hello everyone! Welcome (or welcome back) to Ana’s Masked Singer, where I, Ana, recap every single episode of The Masked Singer, including when they reveal our beloved costumes, which is what I am doing here! Actually, this is part 2 of this revealing costumes saga, so if you wanna see part 1, link is below ⬇️

So yeah, go see that post for the first 10 costumes that were revealed with my thoughts, some predictions/dream casting action, and how I rank them… and now let’s get started with the costumes and more of that action! (Preface= I still don’t know how many costumes are in total, so by the end of this post, I may have a better idea, I’m still not too sure).

* Also, in between this part and the last one, the sneak peak episode was revealed and we got to see the first clues so I will be putting them down for these costumes and updating them for the previous ones!

1. Skunk 🦨

Thoughts: I really like this costume, it is very reminiscent of flapper girls and I feel like someone older & a legendary celebrity is under that mask because it's so poised and elegant kind of like flower from season 2 or bee from season 1.

Predictions: Again, I am gonna predict that this is a legend in the music world, perhaps older & female, similar to Bee (Gladys Knight), Flower (Patti LaBelle), and Mouse (Dionne Warwick). So, for dream casting, I'm going to go between Liza Minelli, Tina Turner, or Diana Ross.

First Clue: Elvis Presley (maybe someone related to him or who knew him or sang one of his songs famously or is also from Memphis)

Ranking: 8/10

2. Caterpillar 🐛

Thoughts: It’s a super cute costume, reminds me a bit of the llama, if it were cuter tbh. The colors are super cute, very nostalgic to like toys from the 90s or early 2000s which I really like. It’s adorable, it has braces and everything, I really like it. Some people say there are 2 people under there, but I don’t think so.

Predictions: I think this might be a male actor, singer, or Broadway performer…. From the first clue provided, I am gonna dream cast a guess here and it would be Todrick Hall (this is not an official guess just a dream cast one… I haven’t heard it sing just yet)

First Clue: Taylor Swift knows him!

Ranking: 8/10

3. Jester 🃏

Thoughts: This one is probably my least favorite costume of the bunch. I get what they were going with it, like a Joker from a deck of cards, but it is really weird and creepy looking. It also looks like the belly is just a pillow under there, it doesn’t look super thought out, similar to Raccoon from last season. I’m also not a big of fan of like horror movies so it just doesn’t speak to me honestly.

Predictions: I think this might be a male actor or based on the clue, my mind went to someone from the Bachelor. Also, half of me thinks it might be an action star like Danny Trejo last season. Dream cast I would say I would like to see Bruce Willis (since his daughter was on the first season), Arnold Schwarzenegger, or Danny DeVito.

First Clue: A bouquet of roses 🌹

Ranking: 2/10

4. Pepper 🌶

Thoughts: This one reminds me of the Jalapeño from Quien es la Mascara (which is the Mexican version of The Masked Singer) but it’s a female version of it instead, which I kinda like. It is a little haphazard because the head doesn’t go super well with the dress but maybe it’s because I cannot stop thinking about the Mexican male version. Nevertheless, it’s a cool costume, super spicy (ugh now I am doing the pun thing… I promise I’m done)

Predictions: Idk about this one since there weren’t any first clues for her… but I am gonna go off the cuff again and say maybe a YouTuber or another type of influencer, like dream cast wise a Liza Koshy, Maddie Ziegler, or Rosanna Pansino.

Ranking: 9/10

5. Pufferfish 🐡

Thoughts: Woah… I legit just saw this one in the most recent preview for the show. It looks really funny with the lips, like puffer fish, but the lips puff out, I see what you are doing there Masked Singer. I like it though, it is very cartoon like but I think that’s the look they were going for. The arms are a bit weird tho, I can’t tell tho because it spun around and for a split second we saw the costume (this was a screenshot I took of that split second lol).

Predictions: I think this one might be female, for some reason a younger person comes to mind, similar to like Jellyfish or Kitty from previous seasons, someone younger whether it be an influencer, athlete, or artist of some kind (actor or musician or dancer) idk…. they didn’t give us any clues about this costume, but from this photo with them taking a lot of photos of her makes me think influencer or model specifically so that’s where I am gonna go when dream casting. So, dream cast wise, I am gonna go between Gigi Hadid, Bella Hadid, or Kendall Jenner.

Ranking: 8/10

6. Mother Nature 🌬

Thoughts: Ooh, this one is super cool, they just revealed this one too after the preview. I like it a lot, it’s very realistic looking but also elegant at the same time. Even though the face is a tiny bit scary, the rest looks really cool and I like the idea of a Mother Nature costume.

Predictions: I am gonna go singer for this one, female is my guess. So, dream casting over here, I would like to see Alesia Cara, Jennifer Hudson, or maybe one of the girls from Little Mix/one of the former members of Fifth Harmony.

Ranking: 9/10

So, that's it! The total for contestants this season is 16 costumes! So, yeah, the premiere is on September 22 and 23 which is about 8 days away, so I will see you guys there! Comment below your favorite (and maybe even least favorite) costume and what you are most excited for this upcoming season! Bye guys, see you in a bit over a week.

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BNHA students as youtubers! Pt.1

Ft. Midoriya, Bakugou, Tenya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Tokoyami, Kaminari, Jiro, Shinso, and Asui

-Midoriya

FITNESS CHANNEL!!!

He's all like: 😁🏃‍♂️🏋️‍♂️💪

He's not a douche abt it tho, its genuine tips and tricks to help other people 😌

Common guest in All Might's vlogs too

Generally discusses health and sometimes how to get in shape if you arent already 😋

Very helpful

Did I mention he's helpful?

Because he's helpful...

Does Dad vids with Eri sometimes 😍

Often features the Dekusquad 🤭

He was also on Present Mic's podcast but he wasn't talking about anything juicy so his airtime was cut in half 😔

Sorry my boy, but you aren't very creative with names... his channel name is just "Izuku Midoriya" 😩

-Bakugou

Step tf off Guy Fieri 🤬

Our boy is a youtube chef 👨‍🍳

Thinks that us "extras" need to learn from a pro

Yes, yes he actually does call his subscribers extras...

I feel VERY attacked ngl 😩

He do be kinda cooking doe 😳

Basically just bullies you into cooking properly

Has featured Kirishima a few times but after Kaminari shorted his brain AND the oven out Bakuguo swore to never let anyone BESIDES Kiri feature in his vids 😔

Kami was like: 🥴 and Bakugou was like: 😤

His channel name is definitely "Katsuki's Kitchen"

-Tenya

Ah yes, the CEO of boi hands

Tenya was a pretty difficult one tbh 🧐

Personally I see him as an educational channel on youtube 🤷🏻‍♂️

But not boring education, he talks about different types of villains to watch out for..

Definitely talks about evasion tactics and fighting styles

He's also unintentionally very funny

Does this a lot: 🤚🏻

Also did a series on how to be a good class rep

Please smash like, he's trying his best y'all 😩

He let his class pick his name (of course) so now he's stuck with "1-A's Dad" 🤧

-Todoroki

This guy is multifaceted

Meaning he does multiple things on his channel based on his interests

I see him as someone who teaches meditation and construction

Teaches people about proper Japanese home design and how to renovate it 🥰

YES, this is SOLELY based on when he changed the flooring in his dorm 😭

We do know that he likes traditional Japanese style homes though because he basically says that

I only said meditation because he's usually so chill 🧘‍♂️

I feel like either Mina or Midoriya introduced him to it because of how angry he can get sometimes so he needed it ☝️

Channel name is probably "Icyhot's World" because I really can't see him coming up with anything better, and also it annoys Bakugou 🤭

-Kirishima

The moral integrity of the youtube gaming sect 🤗

He has videos addressing current event issues too like BLM when things get really serious

YES, he is very politically correct

Respects wamen ☺️

His gaming videos are commentary and he usually plays online multiplayer

Expect to hear the voices of Bakugou, Kaminari, Sero, (ocassionally Tokoyami) and Mina whenever Kiri DOES play online

If they aren't all there (because they have their own channels to upkeep) sometimes he may add Midoriya, Jiro, or Shinso fairly often🤷🏻‍♂️

Rlly just depends on whose online, but he's open to playing with anyone

Works really well as a teammate, and is super positive and funny

Says that teamwork in games is just as important as teamwork irl (it's also "SUPER MANLY!")

He also loves to fuck with Bakugou in his videos a lot

Channel name is "Shitty Hair Plays" (much to Bakugou's chagrin)

-Tokoyami

Our goth lord and savior 🙏

Teaches us abt goth culture

He's like: ☻☠🧛‍♂️🖤

This includes goth design, history, styles of goth/alternative clothing, and also darker styles of music

Also reads his own spooky poetry

He's really good ngl 😳

Sometimes records himself gaming

Also his main feature is dark shadow so expect a lot of "ft. Dark shaow" on his page

Overall very interesting and deserves your subscription

And also his channel name is " The Dark Harvest Official"

- Kaminari

CrAcK cHaNnEl

Comedy reaction channel

He's kinda like Jontron, except he's an idiot 🚶‍♂️

At first I thought he might not have the self awareness to do this because he would need to be able to critique, but I honestly think Denki is smarter than he lets on 🤓

Does features, so think of the videos of Drew Gooden, Danny Gonzalez, and Kurtis Connor when they all collabed (or Noel Miller and Cody Ko)

Usually features Kiri and Sero (Bakugou gets too annoyed so he's rarely in the videos at all)

Mineta would get his ad revenue taken away so hes not in the vids

Also I hate him, so... 😌💕

His channel is probably called "Mr. Electric reacts"

We STAN a shark boy and lava girl reference 👏

-Jiro

I think you already know what I'm going to say

Obvs a music channel

Singing, playing instruments.. etc

Step aside Hannah Montana ✋👱‍♀️

She did do a video singing the transitions from the show as a joke though, so she isnt totally serious with her page either

Also has videos bullying poor Denki 🤧

Trys to teach you how to play but also does covers of her own

Has a few random videos of some of her classmates being morons on her page too.

I feel like her name would be "U.A's Taste" or something because sometimes it seems like no one else has any 🤷🏻‍♂️

She would def do a video explaining that

-Shinso

Shinso's page can only be described as a deepdive critique channel

He makes those 30 minute long videos discussing depraved youtubers horrible behavior with receipts, but he doesn't do it for drama, he does it to put the truth out there

And no I'm not talking about the big youtubers like "Tati" or "Pewdiepie", I'm talking like really screwed up abusers like "Onision"

(AN: Sorry this got so dark 😖)

POINTS OUT LOGICAL FALLACIES IN THE EVIL YOUTUBERS ARGUMENTS!!

But he also games sometimes, usually horror or online games

His audience challenges him to scarier games to try to get a reaction out of him but he NEVER flinches

He thinks jump scares are cheap

After one he'll just sit there and be like: 😑 "Well, that was annoying"

Firm believer in "if you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen" (Needless to say a few people have deleted their channels from the roasts this man can dish out)

His channel is probably called "Shinso Listens" basically to make fun of Onision speaks 😅

-Asui

This one was easyyy

Our queen is a book critiquing channel

Think of strange æons and krimson rogue if they somehow had a child 😩

Yes, she did critique Onision's books and YES the videos did feature Shinso

And yes, it was entertaining as fuck

"Woah, that's a little harsh Shinso.. even for you.."

They both ripped him a new one in that video 😅

Not that he doesn't deserve it 👏

Mina reviewed Shane Dawson's books with her after he was canceled and sis... when I tell you it was pure genius 🖐😌

She and Tokoyami reviewed Gabbie Hannah's awful poetry book and it was PHENOMENAL

Her channel name is "Call Me Tsu" 🖐😌

Truly a gem on youtube 🤧

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Thursday 29th April, Research Report: Lycanthropy and the hays code

Notable points * lycanthropy seems  to be synonymous with homosexuality- parallels between Teen Wolf and Buffy The Vampire Slayer's respective coming out scenes. * The Queer-ness of the character Remus Lupin from the Harry Potter books and film series. Many fans head cannon and write slash fics about Remus and Sirius' romance and relationship, reading the characters as queer. The ship, named 'Wolf Star' is quite popular and well known within the fandom. Many fans feel there is enough evidence to build this relationship on; Remus and Sirius' ghosts stood next to each other in the resurrection stone, mirroring Harry's parents,  a canonically married couple. They also bought Harry a joint present for his birthday and know the intricacies of each others personalities. Dumbledore also infamously told Sirius to 'lie low at Lupins.' But the problem here, as the article points out, is that Rowling doesn't acknowledge Lupin as queer, despite the homoerotic cues in the writings,  and instead gives him a female love interest and admits that Lupins Lycantrhopy is a metaphor for AIDS/HIV. She has further dismissed any alternative readings of the character, disappointing fans' hopes of there being a shred of representation in a queer monster who is actually queer. This sort of behaviour from authors and creators is what turns Queer-coding into the more harmful and frustrating Queer-baiting. A large majority of queer representation comes from connotations and interpretations. the clues are there and queer audiences do pick them up. However this grey area allows allows straight culture to use queerness for pleasure and profit in mass culture without admitting to it. Modern examples of this are CW's Supernatural and BBC's Sherlock. I can't personally speak for Supernatural but having watched Sherlock with the advantage of a queer eye, I can say with confidence that it is a prime example of queer-baiting. there is clear homoerotic subtext between Sherlock and John and even Sherlock and Moriarty. I Personally think it's entirely romantic as I head cannon Sherlock to be Asexual or at least on that spectrum but the point is, it is not just wishful thinking or pushing of a narrative. It's manipulation. Queer-baiting takes advantage of an already vulnerable group of people by preying on their desire for representation in the media.

In modern media werewolf's are often portrayed as having chiselled bodies and looming over each other. The 1985 Teen Wolf received a television reboot and it's fair to say it got reasonably more progressive.  It seemed interested in queering the werewolf narrative and in a sly moment of gender-bending the traditional Little Red Riding Hood narrative, protagonist Scott receives the Bite from a male werewolf while wearing a Little Red Hoodie (‘Wolf Moon’). Additionally, the show features LGBTQ characters while Scott’s human best friend Stiles visits a gay bar and makes friends with a group of drag queens in startling contrast to the gay panic of the 1985 film’s version of Stiles. By midway through the show’s second season, the slash pairing that had proved dominant in the fandom was Stiles and wannabe-Alpha Derek Hale. The two characters, who operate in the narrative as belligerent and begrudging allies, rapidly became a slash phenomenon, due, in part, to the chemistry and comic timing between actors Tyler Hoechlin and Dylan O’Brien. The narrative is further subverted when Derek is raped by an adult  human woman.

The pair 'Sterek' gained so much traction that it caught the attention of MTV and the cast and crew behind the show. So much so that they released a video of Hoechlin and O'Brien cuddling on a boat, asking fans to vote for Teen Wolf for this  years Choice Summer TV Show at the Teen Choice Awards. This  was big as it acknowledged fans and slash flics and the pairing itself as a possibility and many queer voices who watched the show felt heard and validated. However this didn't last long. MTV released a video on the official Teen Wolf Facebook, this time featuring O’Brien asking fans to vote for Teen Wolf in a TV Guide Poll. O’Brien joked that if fans did not vote, then the show would kill off its sole remaining gay character and one of the few remaining non-white characters on the show, Danny. The Teen Wolf Facebook released the video with the following caption: ‘Keep #TeenWolf in first place! Heed Dylan and Linden’s advice or we might have to. #KillDanny’ (Teen Wolf). The show’s social media team then attempted to make the #KillDanny tag go viral on Facebook and twitter, but fans, understandably, were not amused, primarily using the tag for outraged tweets to MTV (Baker-Whitelaw).Such blatant disregard for fans’ concerns about queer representation on the show alienated a large number of fans, especially when coupled with Jeff Davis’ more frequently dismissive and condescending comments about the Sterek pairing where he had been enthusiastic and even encouraging of the ship. As seasons wore on without any indication that Sterek would indeed become canon, it became clear that MTV and Jeff Davis had been queer-baiting Sterek fans as a marketing technique and that the unique interplay that fans had enjoyed with Davis, which offered a new kind of truly interactive fandom had, in fact, been something of an illusion. ' serial killer Hannibal Lecter and his love interest Will Graham in Hannibal, and reanimated gay corpses Kieren, Simon, and Rick in In the Flesh. Notably, both series have received an overwhelmingly positive response from fans and critics who have applauded the series for taking their queer monsters beyond mere coding and into explicit text. The warm reception of Hannibal and In the Flesh’s handling of queer representation by fans, and the continuing frustration with Teen Wolf’s queer-baiting and the appropriative nature of Remus Lupin’s narrative in Harry Potter, belie a desire not only for better queer representation, but also for more complex re-articulations of queer monstrosity' the symbolic and narrative trappings of monsters are often used as metaphors for queerness without actually acknowledging the positive behind that queer identity or even confirming the queer identity at all. Another positive example is the miniseries Good Omens. Based on the book of the same name, written by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. Pretty much the whole fandom believe That the two leads, Crowley and Aziraphale are in a romantic relationship. They've known each other for centuries and perhaps what was the main fuel to this ships fire was the episode 3 cold open. Even fans who have only read the book seem to support these two as a couple and what's perhaps even more amazing is Gaiman’s response on twitter. "I wrote it as a love story. They acted it as a love story. You saw it as a love story. How much more proof do you need?" and "I wouldn't exclude the ideas that they are ace, or aromantic, or trans. They are an angel and a demon, not as make humans, per the book. Occult/Ethereal beings don't have sexes, something we tried to reflect in the casting. Whatever Crowley and Aziraphale are, it's a love story." It's beautiful because not only does it confirm that they are in love but it also leaves room for interpretations of what kind of relationship they have together.

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In the year 1922, when cinema was gaining traction and popularity, The Motion Picture Producers and Distributors Association (MPPDA) hired a devout Presbyterian, Will H. Hays as its head. Eight years later, in 1930, the MPPDA ratified the Motion Picture Production Code. Also known as the Hays Code, these guidelines were set up as “a list of rules that studios could follow to avoid the censors’ wrath” one specific line read “sexual perversion or any inference to it is forbidden” This era in censorship set the stage for a culture in which the stereotypical behaviour of homosexuals, or any behaviour deviating from the traditional gender roles, is seen as dangerous, evil, and even fatal. By representing coded homosexual characters as depressed, perverse, and succumbing to punishing ends, it shifted social subconscious beliefs of LGBT individuals in real life to those represented on screen. Media often teaches us how to feel about others and ourselves – e.g., it promotes specific body types and clothing styles. In the same way, by promoting gendered behaviour and banning homosexuality, it spread a message that homosexuality was not fit to be viewed openly. Although themes of homosexuality were banned they were definitely alluded to and that continues today.

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SlipKnot the Beginning

[All of this info was copied form the archive of this blog on Skyrock.com circa 2009-2010: User - maggot777 on SkyRock . com]

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Des Moines is the capital of Iowa, the twenty-ninth of the fifty states of the USA. The city contains about 200,000 inhabitants for a little less than 200,000 km² and 500,000 reside in the suburbs. There is no Persian diversity in Des Moines, to speak in numbers 90% of people are white. The city is not known as a "dynamic" city, it is rather total boredom there! If we had to summarize what there is in Des Moines we would put: offices (especially insurance companies), factories, churches, a few shops and buildings ... ah I forgot the city hosts also the World Pork Expo. We understand why some say it's "the asshole of the United States"! "It's not just a big urban center, it's not a village either, it's just ... the area. There is absolutely nothing to do. The main activity for young people is 'is to find something to do. In Des Moines, everything is closed at 6 p.m. When you're not old enough, you can't go to a club; when you're old, you go. and you realize that it really sucks. And then it's a very conservative place, where people are not very inclined to encourage artists, whoever they are. " (James Root in Guitar Part, July 2001) "Des Moines is like a cemetery with buildings growing on it. It's a small place, with a majority of old people. It's the second highest concentration of old people in the country. Imagine what it is like. to be 15 years old in this puritanical and totalitarian environment. There is nothing else to do but to have rabies! " (Corey Taylor in Hit Parader, May 2000) However, it was during a concert in Des Moines that one of rock's greatest anecdotal moment happened. On that day of January 20, 1982, Ozzy Osbourne was playing in the city and tore off the head of the live bat! Indeed a spectator had thrown the animal, then unconscious, on the stage to provoke the singer who, thinking that it was one of his plastic bats, bit it deeply! Several rabies vaccines were injected into him. It was this event that traumatized young Joey Jordison, aged less than 7, for life. In high school he joined the Avanga group as a guitarist. But considering the terrible level of the drummer he had to place himself behind the drums. But quickly he is annoyed by the other members of the group, preferring to smoke weed and get drunk at various student parties. He then left the group and created Modifious. He recruits his neighbor Tim on vocals and Jay, Avanga's guitarist who has since become one of Joey's best friends. The trio that lacked a bass player found one in Ryan who had responded to the ad about the band. Modifious then makes Trash Metal, a style that fascinates Joey. Unfortunately some time after the formation of the group, Jay is killed one evening, in a car accident, after falling asleep at the wheel. Despite the drama, Modifious hires a new guitarist named Bruce. But the Bruce in question abandoned the group some time later and joined Atomic Opera. He is replaced by a certain Craig Jones, a friend of Ryan's. In 1992, Tim left the group, replaced by Josh Brainard on guitar and vocals. It is this formation which, in 1993, will record the first two demo cassettes of Modifious: Visceral and Mud Fuschia. By dint of playing intensively in Des Moines and its surroundings, the group began to have a good reputation. He even manages to get the first part of the group Type O Negative! Which will be their hour of glory. In 1994, the two demos are combined in a CD: Sprawl. Then the Trash Metal went out of fashion giving way to Death and Black. The group then changes style for a more radical music but that displeases Ryan who leaves the group. Following the departure of Ryan and the disaffection of the public Modifious split up in 1995. But Joey has already planned everything: he has two groups in parallel. He is the guitarist of Paul Gray, when he arrived in Des Moines in 1989, played in VeXX where he was bassist alongside guitarist-singer Josh Brainard and drummer Anders Colsefini. In 1991, VeXX changed its name (but not its line-up) and became Inveigh Catarsis until 1993. From this date the guitarist-singer Josh Brainard left the group to join Modifious. The group therefore split up, but Paul and Anders, who have become very friends, form a new group. They then formed Body Pit, a Death Metal combo composed of guitarist Mick Thompson, second guitarist DonnieSteele and Danny Spain on drums. Body Pit, starting to make itself known, even managed to compete with Modifious and Atomic Opera in the Des Moines Metal scene. Beside that, Paul finds his drummer friend Joey Jordison in the group Anal Of Blast that But let's take a step back. We are in 1992 and Paul is part of the Painface group. He plays alongside his friend Anders Colsefini on vocals, Patrick M. Neuwirth on guitar and drummer Shawn Crahan. The quartet plays dark and aggressive music and, rehearsing in Paul Gray's cellar, they manage to compose five pieces: "Slipknot", "Gently", "Idiot", "What's Wrong" and "Wise Up". They record his songs with the means at hand. These pieces gathered under the title of Basement Sessions, are in fact part of a rehearsal of the group. In 1993, Shawn Crahan joined another group: Heads on the Wall. This event will temporarily stop Painface's career. During its three years of existence, from 1993 to 1995, Heads on the Wall will perform four times in the first part of Modifious. The guitarist is a certain Kun Nong with whom he decides to set up another project called Meld. The group therefore brings together Shawn Crahan on drums, Kun Nong on guitar, Paul Gray on bass, Anders Colsefini as singer and Donnie Steele on guitar. Even though the band members start to compose a few songs, Shawn can't seem to get the band off the ground. But in 1995, while he was tinkering with Paul Gray in his garage, Shawn told him that he wanted to create THE band. Anders Colsefini as singer and Donnie Steele on guitar. Even though the band members start to compose a few songs, Shawn can't seem to get the band off the ground. But in 1995, while he was tinkering with Paul Gray in his garage, Shawn told him that he wanted to create THE band. Anders Colsefini as singer and Donnie Steele on guitar. Even though the band members start to compose a few songs, Shawn can't seem to get the band off the ground. But in 1995, while he was tinkering with Paul Gray in his garage, Shawn told him that he wanted to create THE band. Shawn and Paul recruit Anders on vocals, Donnie on guitar, and Kun on guitar to create The Pale Ones. The combo will repeat and compose, in the basement of Anders 'parents' house, as if their life depended on it. To perfect their technique, they go so far as to film their rehearsals on video! One day Shawn's mom looked at one of the tapes and said, "Anders, you look like a wolf ready to attack. Shawn you look like a gorilla. And the band in general makes me feel like I'm attending the party. what would overexcited cavemen give before going to slaughter a mammoth! " From that moment on, Shawn will be called Kong by his comrades as a nickname and in tribute to King Kong. But about two months after the formation of the group Kun Nong decides to leave the group and turns to more punk projects. Anders would later say: "Kun Nong is a phenomenal and exceptional guitarist, but certainly not a Metal guitarist." Meanwhile Paul tries to convince his friend Joey to join the group on one of his nightly visits to his workplace. Joey works at Sinclair's gas station. Paul suggests that she go see a rehearsal. He will miss two because of his job, but he will eventually come to Anders 'parents' basement to see the band play. It is low to the ceiling, narrow and covered with bits of carpet to absorb sound and avoid neighborhood problems. But unfortunately, the carpet from a pet store is impregnated with the smell of puppy urine that does not control their bladder! Despite the drawbacks, the little drummer was impressed by the three pieces performed: “Slipknot”, “Gently and“ Fur. ”Joey then said to himself that he absolutely must join this training. This is what he will do officially on September 15, 1995. The group, now composed of a drummer AND a percussionist, takes more power. Shawn then leaves his place of drummer to Joey and tinkers with a percussion kit thanks to his talents as a welder. During Joey's long working nights at Sincair's, Paul and Shawn visit him. They then talk about the future of the group. Shawn then declares that there should be a second percussionist to increase the aggressiveness of the combo. Anders then agrees to sing and do percussion. In the visual, like Joey, Shawn is a big fan of Kiss, it is also the first concert he saw during the Creatures Of The Night tour. Moreover one fine day, Shawn arrives at a masked rehearsal of a clown mask. A few day later, Joey did the same and arrived with a Kabuki mask, which is in traditional Japanese theater, on his face. He also has the good idea to add red and black paints to it for a more frightening aspect. Which is also in agreement with his two-tone hair of the same color. But the idea of ​​the masks at first was just a joke. Joey will say later: "We had trouble playing a song, we were so laughing!". To replace Kun Nong the group decides to recruit guitarist Josh Brainard to add a melodic touch to the sextet. The group now containing six musicians, composes in a very short time six new songs: "Killers Are Quiet", "Do Nothing / Bitchslap", "Confessions", "Some Feel", "Part of Me" and "Tattered And Torn" . After briefly changing their group name to Pyg System the sextet then adopts the name Slipknot ("flowing neud"). Joey is in charge of the group's logo. He first creates a beautiful tribal "S" then draws the logo of the typographical group SlipKnoT. The idea of ​​putting a capital "K" came from the fact that Joey, in these days, was a mega-fan of KoЯn. A few months later, Anders got the tribal "S" tattooed by a certain Greg "Cuddles" Welts who soon became the band's official tattoo artist. It must also be said that Greg, since 1995, is the drummer of Have Nots, a group of Hardcore Punk directed by David "DaVo" Wilkins, owner of the tattoo and piercing shop Axiom where Greg works, and in which Paul and Joey officiate. as ... guitarists! Des Moines being quite small, people quickly learn of the existence of the group without it being done in concert yet. In November 1995, the group decided to give a small concert in a local club named Crowbar (which would later be renamed The Love Shack) but under the name Meld, to keep the mystery on SlipKnoT (an idea of ​​Josh). This intimate concert was done under a greenish lighting, without a mask, but with make-up inspired by the group Kiss and fancy accessories, such as pipes crossing the various piercings of Paul's face and Anders' wolf skin. The group being convinced that their compositions were of quality, he decides to contact a professional recording studio to put the compositions on CD. They contacted THE Des Moines studio called SR Studio. It is directed by a certain Mike Lawyer who has produced artists such as Todd Rundgren, Tinny Tim or Michael Bolton. At the end of 1995, Anders and Paul meet the sound engineer of the studio: Sean McMahon. They manage to convince Sean to come see them rehearse. He then made the trip to the cellar of Anders' parents to see the sextet repeated. At the end of rehearsal, Sean remains speechless as he is so impressed by their music, he does not understand their approach or their lyrics. He then agrees to produce their first recording. Work then begins at SR Studio, where the band goes there as soon as possible to rehearse, play and record as much as possible for the album whose title they have already chosen: Mate. Feed. Kill. Repeat. To feel at home and make themselves comfortable, they decide to redecorate the studio in their own way: porn posters, particular lights, toys and objects testifying to the strange atmosphere that reigns there. The bizarre atmosphere moves to the parking lot where corpses drawn in chalk appear ... The tracks are recorded live with the three drummers at the same time. Shawn puts so much heart into the work that the (poor) wall next to his percussion is filled with holes made by his sticks and fists. For one track, Joey plays the drums completely naked! Throughout this recording period, Joey continues to work at Sinclair's gas station. He left rehearsals around 10 pm, picked up a CD player and a portable TV, and began his night shift. An hour or two later, Shawn usually joins him to talk about the future of the group until five in the morning. These "small working meetings" used to scare potential customers who went to seek their essence, But the finalization of the album, arrived at the mixing stage, may be longer than expected. Indeed, in February 1996, Donnie, the guitarist of the group, decided to leave the group because "the musical and spiritual orientation" did not suit him because he would in fact have had a mystical revelation and would therefore have seen God! The other members of the group, being tolerant, accepted his departure amicably. Joey then proposes to replace Donnie by Craig Jones, the last guitarist to date of Modifious. Craig then arrives in the middle of mixing the album. The atmosphere within the group is tense: the mix is ​​most chaotic! Each of the six band members give a different opinion of how one song should sound than another. Having a habit of remedying it with violence to sort out the various problems, Joey, Paul, Anders, Shawn and Josh often come to blows. In addition, in the end, the group is very disappointed with the mastering of the album and insists that Sean remake it himself. During the mixing, SlipKnoT discovers that in addition to being an excellent guitarist, Craig is a computer buff and handles samples wonderfully. However, before releasing a record, the sextet must prove itself on stage. It was finally on April 4, 1996 that SlipKnoT gave its first real concert in a Rock club in Des Moines called Safari. The rumor of the group having swelled, it is about 200 people who come to attend the concert, which is about the maximum of people that the club can contain. Taken by Joey in his own car, SlipKnoT is already dressed exceptionally. Shawn wears his Clown mask and Joey wears his kabuki mask; Paul has his piercings attached to each other again, Anders is covered in tribal paint, Josh is masked with an executioner's hood, and Craig wears a stocking on his face. While the group is piling up on the small stage, Joey starts repeating the same phrase, louder and louder and more and more mean: "I need a little Christmas in my drink!". Then the group starts with its eponymous hymn: "Slipknot". The group will then make its small effect although sharing the poster with another group endowed with a more important notoriety named Stone Sour and carried by their singer: a certain Corey Taylor. The Corey in question, being there during the band's performance, soon became a big fan of the band. The following month, SlipKnoT will be featured seven times as Safari's headliner. During their second concert at Safari; Paul chose to cover his face with a pig mask "because it was cheap", which earned him the nickname Porky. The machine being launched, at each concert the members disguised themselves in the most extravagant ways by associating the great guignolesque with the unhealthy. Indeed, at one performance, Shawn showed up wearing a Barney costume, a fat half-man, half-dinosaur figure appearing in an educational series for small children as the main hero. He would add later: "It was the hardest thing I have done in my whole life, but I managed to make Barney have it to be on crack!" The others will appear in turn dressed in the costume of a nun, a shepherdess, Santa Claus, in a worker's jumpsuit stained with paint or in a ball gown! The concerts are introduced by a sample, directed by Craig, of a mad laugh and a naive melody of an ice cream truck while Shawn uses a power saw to spark sparks above the impressed audience. Moreover, the idea of ​​samples to accentuate the creepy and unhealthy character went around the heads of all members. Thus, Craig gave up his position as second guitarist to concentrate on electronics. Paul then had the idea to call his friend Mick Thompson with whom he had already played in the group Body Pit with Anders. But after Mick's arrival on guitar, the group being now seven, Anders 'parents' cellar became too small and Craig was forced to put his equipment in the laundry room! But it would have taken a lot more to discourage SlipKnoT ... the idea of ​​samples to accentuate the creepy and unhealthy character circled all of the members. Thus, Craig gave up his position as second guitarist to concentrate on electronics. Paul then had the idea to call his friend Mick Thompson with whom he had already played in the group Body Pit with Anders. But after Mick's arrival on guitar, the group being now seven, Anders 'parents' cellar became too small and Craig was forced to put his equipment in the laundry room! But it would have taken a lot more to discourage SlipKnoT ... the idea of ​​samples to accentuate the creepy and unhealthy character circled all of the members. Thus, Craig gave up his position as second guitarist to concentrate on electronics. Paul then had the idea to call his friend Mick Thompson with whom he had already played in the group Body Pit with Anders. But after Mick's arrival on guitar, the group being now seven, Anders 'parents' cellar became too small and Craig was forced to put his equipment in the laundry room! But it would have taken a lot more to discourage SlipKnoT ... call his buddy Mick Thompson with whom he had already played in the group Body Pit with Anders. But after Mick's arrival on guitar, the group being now seven, Anders 'parents' cellar became too small and Craig was forced to put his equipment in the laundry room! But it would have taken a lot more to discourage SlipKnoT ... call his buddy Mick Thompson with whom he had already played in the group Body Pit with Anders. But after Mick's arrival on guitar, the group being now seven, Anders 'parents' cellar became too small and Craig was forced to put his equipment in the laundry room! But it would have taken a lot more to discourage SlipKnoT ... It was finally on October 31, 1996 that the group gave birth to its first record: Mate. Feed. Kill. Repeat. The album, printed in 1000 copies, will have cost a total of 15,000 dollars, between recording, mixing, mastering and pressing. A large part of the sum was paid by Shawn, which indebted him heavily. To celebrate the release of the CD, SlipKnoT organized a big party bringing together no less than 400 people obviously all masked! This Halloween party will mark, according to the group, a turning point in the history of Safari. It is indeed from this event that the Metal public began to frequent the club regularly. The picture of the album cover, with its glaucous atmosphere, in fact shows Joey masked and crouched in a metal cage bristling with spikes and including the mechanism of a large circular saw. This instrument of torture was obviously built by Mr. Crahan, like a work of art which he delicately titled Patiently Awaiting Jigsaw Flesh ("Flesh patiently waiting for the jigsaw"). The title of the album refers to the most basic cycle of life: to mate ("Mate"), to feed ("Feed"), to kill ("Kill") and to start again ("Repeat") this infinite cycle. . These nine tracks already carry the basics of today's SlipKnoT. In the notes of the libretto, the group dedicates the album to a certain Joey. He is not' This is of course not drummer Joey Jordison but Joey Plumley, Franck Plumley's brother being a close friend of the band. This Joey accidentally died while handling a gun while the band was recording the album. On the internal photo of the CD, we also see two people close to the group: Greg Welts and DaVo. Finally the booklet includes the name of Corn Wallace. It's actually the name Joey and Anders coined after the drummer drew a childish monster with huge claws and wacky hair. They then began to use this name to sign, one these drawings and the other these texts. while the band was recording the album. On the internal photo of the CD, we also see two people close to the band: Greg Welts and DaVo. Finally the booklet includes the name of Corn Wallace. This is actually the name Joey and Anders coined after the drummer drew a childish monster with huge claws and wacky hair. They then began to use this name to sign, one these drawings and the other these texts. while the band was recording the album. On the internal photo of the CD, we also see two people close to the group: Greg Welts and DaVo. Finally the booklet includes the name of Corn Wallace. It's actually the name Joey and Anders coined after the drummer drew a childish monster with huge claws and wacky hair. They then began to use this name to sign, one these drawings and the other these texts. Most copies of Mate. Feed. Kill. Repeat. are sent to fanzines and radio stations that can promote them. But it was on a local radio station in Iowa, KKDM 107.5, that a certain Sophia Jones received the CD and, although not an outstanding Metal specialist, particularly enjoyed the album. She then begins to make a rave review of the album, which then allows SlipKnoT to participate in the Battle of Bands, a competition organized every Wednesday by KKDM at the Safari, and which opposes groups of Des Moines to make themselves better known or at best get noticed by a label. In his first competition, SlipKnoT faces Stone Sour and wins which allows Corey Taylor to think he would really like to sing in this band! During his subsequent participations, SlipKnoT then begins to become a very busy occupation for each of the members of the group, including Joey and Paul who also have to perform within the Have Nots. Especially since Joey, who does not drink, does not support very well the alcoholism of his comrades including Paul! It is besides after a particularly catastrophic performance in October 1996 that Joey threatens to tackle the group to concentrate only on SlipKnoT. It is therefore from this moment that the members of the group will agree not to drink before a concert. Meanwhile, SlipKnoT is starting to gain momentum but no label wants them! It was then that the group asked Sophia Jones to become their manager. She hesitates but accepts because she feels a lot of talent in them. She even declared after a few months: "I see SlipKnoT doing Ozzfest, selling a million albums, making the cover of Rolling Stones and starting her own label."

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January 6, 2021: Last Action Hero (Part 2)

SPOILERS! And check out Part 1 beforehand! Anyway, let’s go! Got a lot to cover, TRUST me.

So, this movie is incredibly cluttered. Anyway, Slater makes his way to the Fart Bomb, and Practice (makes perfect) is a dirty cop working for Vivaldi. Danny and Slater get chained to a pipe, and I’m still surprised we haven’t even slightly revisited the time Danny got taken hostage about, what, an hour ago? Whiskers the Cat Cop arrives and shoots Salieri, and I weep for the part of my sanity that just died typing that sentence.

I want you to know, I mad that GIF. I had to type “furball problem.” I’m losing it, you guys...and I think I’m enjoying it.

Together, Slater and Danny steal the body of Leo the Fart (HUP, there goes a little more sanity), everybody at the funeral has a gun (including one old woman with a straight-up grenade launcher), and so, SO much property is abused and damaged. In other words, it’s a pretty fun action sequence. Leo drops into a conveniently placed tar pit alongside Jack Slater, and Danny briefly becomes a domestic terrorist by shooting a gun in a public area, WOW, the ‘90s was a different time!

So, it’s at this point that I start getting annoyed by Danny always being meta. I realize that I've been praising it for this, but...yeah, no, it’s starting to get annoying now. Especially considering that we’ve got an hour left in the movie. But, on the bright side, it’s also at this point that Benedict becomes my favorite character. This gorgeous motherfucker kills Vivaldi (whose plan was completely nonsensical, by the way), and then turns to the screen. Charles Dance effortlessly channels the spirit of Shakespeare’s Richard III, Duke of Gloucester, as says this to the audience:

If that little turd, Daniel Madigan, can move through parallel worlds, I can move through parallel worlds. In and out! In, steal whatever I want, and out again! Impossible to catch!

I can add colors to the chameleon, change shapes with Proteus for advantages, AND SET THE MURDEROUS MACHIAVEL TO...Anyway...  

Charles Dance is giving his absolute best energies to this role. And this might be a silly movie, but godDAMN is Benedict a great villain for it. It’s immediately followed by the surreal image of a monster truck crashing through the wall of this mansion, and the fight leads to Benedict, Professor Toru Tanaka, Danny, and Jack Slater falling through a portal created by the ticket, and ending up in the real world.

We put Jack’s action-movie world in contrast with the real world, first with little things, and then with a legitimately vicious-looking car accident. Like, wow, it’s a VERY realistic-looking accident. I’d show a GIF of it, but...wow, it’s extremely affecting. Toru dies, and there’s, uh...there’s blood. Man. It’s rough, honestly.

Speaking of affecting, Jack is beginning to understand the true nature of his reality. And Schwarenegger does an OK job pulling that pain off...but like everybody in this movie, his emotions are way calmer than mine would be if I were in his shoes. But there is one character I can identify with: Nick, the theater owner. When he finds out that the ticket works, he starts to talk about the movies he could now visit, the people he could meet. OK, most of them are beautiful female starlets, but still! I get it! Do you know how much I would love to meet Stan Lee? SERIOUSLY? It’d be amazing.

I can also identify with Danny’s mother, who is rightfully PISSED. Seriously, this kid just got assaulted by a robber, brought to the police, and went directly TO THE MOVIE THEATER. GROUND THIS CHILD. GROUND HIM SO GODDAMN HARD.

And then, Benedict experiences the darkest part of the real world, and Dance again shows his talent. He begins by showing surprise and mild horror at the depravity of an early 1990s New York City (a little more dramatically bad than it was in real life at this point, but still), then sees a man assaulted (and possibly killed) for his shoes. He remarks at this in horror...then realizes that the police don’t come as quickly as they do in his film universe. He experiments by killing a man in cold blood, in public, and no one stops him. 

Upon realizing his potential freedom in this world...he makes a plan. He uses the ticket, and brings back...the Ripper. ANY OTHER MOVIE VILLAIN? Dracula? Freddy Kreuger? Jason? Like...nobody? That is...such a missed opportunity, goddamn.  Anyway, their plan is to kill Arnold Schwarzenegger. As in the REAL Arnold Schwarzenegger, who actually appears upon his real-life wife at the time Maria goddamn Shriver! Which...yeah, that’s cool, but...the amount of celebrity cameos in this scene is, frankly, INSANE. 

Here’s a list: Little Richard, Jim Belushi, Damon Wayans, Chevy Chase, JEAN-CLAUDE VAN DAMME, MC Hammer. And that’s not counting Tina Turner (the mayor earlier), Sharon Stone, Robert Patrick, Joan Plowright, and...well, I’ll save the best for last.

I haven’t even mentioned the development of Slater’s as a three-dimensional character in multiple different ways; the Ripper showing up at the movie premiere alongside the movie actor, Tom Noonan; the Ripper KILLING NOONAN’S REAL WORLD AGENT...

This movie is insane. So much to cover, and yet it’s SUCH A LONG GODDAMN MOVIE. This movie is 2 hours and 11 minutes long! SERIOUSLY! I am tired, I gots to go to BEEEEED. Let’s get this climax over with, shall we? Arnold Schwarzenegger meets Jack Slater in some REALLY seamless effect work (this movie has actually aged SO well, damn), the Ripper kidnaps Danny and brings him to the roof of the theater, in a bid to reenact their old battle. Some meta dialogue takes place from the Ripper, and he THROWS DANNY OFF THE ROOF. Noonan’s also actually pretty good at playing this unhinged, Joker-esque maniac, by the way.

Jack kills the Ripper (again), and Danny’s saved from falling by Jack, just in time for Benedict to show up and make my day once more. He expounds the true potential of the ticket and film villains (frustrating me even more), while also chewing the scenery splendidly. He points out that any movie villain would love the real world, noting that in this world, the bad guys win. He shoots Jack Slater, and as he’s about to win, Slater shoots him in the eye, resulting in this shot.

Nice. 

But he drops the ticket, which lands near a theater showing the classic Ingmar Bergman film, The Seventh Seal, a movie which is on my list for Drama December. Or maybe Experimental June, I haven’t decided yet. Anyway, the ticket activates in front of that theater and...that’s Ian fucking McKellen.

THAT IS IAN. FUCKING. MCKELLEN. PLAYING INGMAR BERGMAN’S DEATH. WHAT. HOLY SHIT. And that happens just as Slater is literally about to die in the ambulance, and Danny summons his domestic terrorist impulses again, whipping out a gun and hijacking the ambulance to get Jack back to the theater. Meanwhile, Ian McKellen just KILLS a dude on the street, because this movie is secretly AMAZING. DeathKellen follows the ambulance to Nick’s movie theater as Jack is dying. Leading to one of the most surreal things I’ve ever seen.

McKellen fucking TAKES this movie as an omnipotent death, and is essentially Death ex Machina. My God. This movie is the silliest, craziest, wackiest, most nonsensical, crazy movie that I’ve seen...and goddamn does it have some amazingly great moments. To the extent that I only just realized that the fucking cartoon cat is voiced by DANNY FUCKING DEVITO. WHAT. THE FUCK.

And all of this is also running over the almost completely ignored fact that Danny is still greatly saddened about the death of his father. And this film completely passes that fact over. Like I said, there’s so much extra folderol in the film, and it really did have the chance to be this emotional, existential epic. But sadly...it’s kind of all over the place.

Anyway, Jack’s back in the movie, where his wounds heal, and he now has a new understanding of his own fictional existence. He officially becomes the meta. And also ruins the Jack Slater franchise forever. Yeah, uh...the franchise has literally become self aware. And that’s not gonna be a good thing for the movie.

And that’s Last Action Hero! Epilogue coming in a few hours, so stay tuned for that. And I gotta tell you...I have some words to say about this movie. Some great, and some...stay tuned.

[a-second-hand-sorrow]

Emmy’s Headcanons (Richie Tozier X Reader)

WC: 1310

Warnings: Language, mentions of drinking, hints to sex at the end

Summary: Richie’s off to the Emmy’s, however Y/N isn’t going with him.

Tagged: @billhaderlovebot @ashleybees @tozierskaspb @danny-fucking-mercury @ilywthallmyheart

A/N: as y’all know our beautiful boy Bill Hader won his SECOND EMMY!!! it’s very exciting and I had an award-show type prompt in my ask box so I thought in light of that I’d post some Emmy’s stuff for the PRCU. This is set in 2018, so enjoy!!

For anyone who does any work ever relating to television, Emmy’s season is fucking mental. Everyone is itching to see nominations and then when they come out everyone can’t wait for the actual day.

This year, Richie just so happens to be nominated for an Emmy for his latest Netflix special ‘That’s Not Funny’ (he called it that because it’s the thing Y/N says to him the most, other than ‘I love you’ and ‘what the fuck’)

Naturally Y/N was going to be his date to the Emmy’s. Ever since they officially got together they have been each other’s dates to every single red carpet event either one of them went to. 

Y/N thoroughly enjoyed red carpet events with Richie because she always made it her goal to try and get him to crack when he was getting his photo taken. Her go to trick was mocking his red-carpet pose which was absolutely terrible, and Richie has definitely addressed it in interviews: both his terrible pose and his wife’s tendency to get him to break more than John Mulaney. They’re a horrible duo, horrible, like goblins. But he loves them.

Anyway, the slight problem this year was that Y/N was pregnant, and she knew that by September she would be a verified whale and there was no way she was spending the evening at the Emmy’s if she couldn’t drink and was carrying a whole other person inside of her.

However, instead of simply telling Richie that she would be too tired and pregnant to go, she decided to play with him a little. Instead she told Richie that she couldn’t be bothered coming to the Emmy’s just to watch him lose to John. Y/N delivered the news with the straightest face ever, and Richie just lost it.

“Wow, world’s most supportive wife right here. Little Tozier, I hope you’re nicer to me than your mother is.” Richie said, moving his face closer to Y/N’s stomach as he spoke.

“This child will be as bitchy as it wants to be, thank you very much.” Y/N said, clutching her hands over her stomach as Richie rolled his eyes.

“I have to go get fitted for my suit babe, but I will be back. Have fun with the little one.” Richie said, pressing kisses to Y/N’s lips and stomach before leaving the apartment.

“Your dad is just the greatest, baby. Now come on, let’s watch Jeopardy.”

Eventually the night of the Emmy’s rolled around, and Y/N was practically drooling at the sight of Richie in his suit.

“Jesus Rich, they did a good job this year.” She said, eyeing him up and down intently. Richie chuckled, scratching the back of his neck almost bashfully.

“Maybe it’s a good thing you’re not coming tonight. I’d have to spend all night fending you off me.” Richie said, wiggling his eyebrows as Y/N shrugged her shoulders, pulling him into a kiss by the bow tie.

“What can I say? My husband is fucking hot. Now go lose gracefully, babe, and tell John that if I’m not mentioned in his acceptance speech his title of godfather is going to be so revoked.” Y/N said, patting Richie’s chest as he rolled his eyes, kissing her forehead before moving away to get everything together before he left.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. I love you.” Richie said, kissing Y/N one last time before getting into the car that waited outside the front of their apartment block. She waved him off, smiling when she felt the baby start kicking. Smart little fucker knows when its dad is leaving.

Y/N went back inside and got settled into bed, wearing her comfiest pyjamas with a mug of hot chocolate resting on her bedside table beside her. She had the TV on the right channel, waiting for the broadcast to begin. Eventually it started, and as it went on she felt herself growing more and more tired, but she knew she had to stay up for Richie’s category.

She stared to drift off, but jolted awake when she heard the announcer read the title of Richie’s category. When the camera cut to Richie when his name was read in the nominee list, he did a little wave before winking at the camera, and Y/N’s heart fluttered slightly, knowing it was for her.

“And the winner is... Richie Tozier!” Y/N’s eyes widened to the size of plates and she let out a cheer, nearly knocking the now empty mug off her bedside table.

“Did you hear that baby? Your daddy is an Emmy winner!” Y/N said, and though the baby didn’t respond she felt a sense of pride wash over her at her husband’s achievement.

On screen, John gave Richie a congratulatory hug as Richie made his way onstage, taking the Emmy with a shocked look on his face.

“I, uh, wow. Christ this thing is real, isn’t it?” Y/N laughed at that, knowing just how shocked Richie must be.

“Um well to start I’d like to thank all the people that helped get me here because I’d be nothing without all of you, so thank you. I’d also like to thank my amazing, beautiful wife Y/N. Unfortunately she isn’t here tonight, because she said, and I quote, “I can’t be bothered coming to the Emmy’s just to watch you lose to John Mulaney.” Very supportive, I know.” The audience burst into laughter, as did Y/N, whose smile was so wide and bright as she sat in bed.

“But in all seriousness, I should be sharing this award with her as she helped me write a good majority of the material that has earned me this award tonight. We’ve been together for about eight years now and they’ve been the best years of my life. She’s the funniest and greatest woman I know, and I really hope little Tozier ends up as much like their mother as possible. Thank you so much, guys!” Richie said, holding up his award before walking offstage to thunderous applause.

Y/N sat in bed, wiping tears from her eyes as she watched the screen in front of her. She loved Richie so so much and she was so glad that he was the man she married.

Y/N ended up staying awake until Richie got home, which was a shock to both of them. When Richie walked into their apartment he was immediately met with a suffocating hug from his wife, who covered his face in kisses before he could even speak.

“Y/N, not that I’m complaining but what are you doing?” Richie asked, looking down at his wife with a confused smile on his face.

“I wanted to stay up and congratulate my Emmy award winning husband! You did it, Rich! God I’m so proud of you.” Y/N said, cupping his face in her hands and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He kissed back eagerly, moving his hands down her back and resting on her hips.

“Thank you love. Now how about I get you out of those clothes and we do some celebrating of our own, huh?” Richie said cheekily, and Y/N could tell he had had a little bit to drink before coming home, which was to be expected.

“Rich as much as I love the idea, tonight is about you. So relax babe, and let me take care of you.” Y/N said, her hands quickly dropping to the button at the top of Richie’s suit pants. His eyes widened but he nodded eagerly, complying when Y/N pushed him back into their living room armchair, kneeling in front of him.

Richie tipped his head back, thanking every god that would listen for his wonderful, wonderful wife.

[five0mcdanno]

Spoilers!!!

This is a big dump of some of my thoughts while I watched the finale. I have a lot so I thought it might be better to just write it all down incoherently in one post. 

I’m keeping this 90% positive because I really did LOVE the finale!! It was so good! I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. I laughed, I cried a lot, a smiled so much. It was great and I wanna talk about it. 

For the most part I loved the finale. There are only a few things I’d change. 

1. I’d cut out the last 5 minutes. There’s no appearance by Catherine. Steve said his goodbyes, left, boarded the plane and got the text from Danny. He smiles looks out of the window and that’s it. No Catherine.

2. I’d give that extra time to the Danny and Steve goodbye but I felt a bit disappointed by it.  I think if there was more “I’ll be back before you notice I’m gone” type of banter and some heartfelt hugging between both of them and Danny wishing Steve well and telling him he’d better come back soon then I’d be 100% content. Maybe even Danny coming back inside the house with Steve cause he knows the team is coming next and his boy is gonna need some support. I can picture him just sorta of hanging off to the side while Steve has his moments with the team. Then they ALL say goodbye as he leaves. That would have been perfect.

3. I also didn’t like that Steve left only a week after Danny almost died. That’s crap. He’d leave while Danny is still healing? Yeah right. Could have at least made it a month. I could have been happier at that.

With that said, here’s my live reactions as I watched:

Flashback with Victor and Wo Fat planning the pilot!! WHAT!

Oh shit Daiyu Mei is watching them at the cemetery from last episode. Ahh yes see Steve did drive to the cemetery. It's like people forgot he has a truck and doesn’t always drive Danny’s camero.

LINCOLNS CONTACT ISN’T CATHERINE OH THANK FUCK!!!! I was so sure she’d pop up and be in the whole episode. Phew!

Okay Steve looks kinda nostalgic but not quite wistful over her. Good, good.

HAHAHA!! Steve immediately said bye and pulled out of there to go save Danny, not even telling the contact anything. Gotta go save Danno. Sorry dude.

Also, love that Danny was in trouble with the tail and thought "I need my husband. He'll take these guys out" and calls him.

Oh fuck! Steve's face!! Hes so worried! The gunshots and Danny not answering! Ahh!

STEVE RUNNING STRAIGHT INTO THE FIRE BECAUSE HE THINKS DANNO IS IN THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Steve: "Danny Williams. You know who he is. My partner."

Even kidnapped and tortured Danny makes a joke about his car and exchanging insurance information 🤣

STEVE IS PUTTING THE ENTIRE POLICE ON FINDING DANNY INCLUDING EVERYONE WITH A BADGE AND EVERY HELICOPTER!! IM DYING!!!

I LOVE THIS TROPE!!!!! The bad guy calling the loved one and showing them a video of whumpee in chains covered in blood. So fucking good

"I HAVE THE ONE PERSON THAT YOU CARE ABOUT MOST IN THE WORLD”    AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Don't make the same mistake as you did with your father”  !!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!

Dammit Adam of course Steve is going to follow her directions and go alone. He'll do anything to save danny.

No messing around. Get the address, confirm hes alive, give the cypher and hes out

Danny telling the bad guys he better call his family and say goodbye because he has no idea what's coming for him is AMAZING! 

OH FUCK DANNO YOU FUCKING BADASS!!!! LOOK AT YOU!!! HOT DAMN!!! Climbing up the chains like spiderman and breaking them off and then killing nearly every bad guy!? Fuck!

Oh shit!!!! Theres the shot!!! Danny’s down!!!

Ahhhh everyone's here now!!

STEVE IS CARRYING DANNO OUT!!! AND SPEAKING TO HIM SO SOFTLY AND GENTLY! "You gotta crawl in there buddy"

HES CRADLING HIM IN HIS FUCKING LAP!!!!!! IM NOW OFFICIALLY DEAD!!!!!

IM CRYING!!!! He wants so desperately to go in the room with him 😭😭😭

MY HEART!!! IM SCREAMING!!!

Oh my god hes praying. Steve is literally asking God to not take Danny. "You want someone you take me. Not him. You take me"

FUCK ME

Steve’s heartbroken. He doesn't care about the cypher. Not with danny in the hospital

Oh I love lincoln. Hes a good egg.

"That was very mcgarrett of you" HA! 

Ohhh here’s the doctor. “Hes not out of the woods yet” “Can I see him”

MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS!

OH MY GOD YOU’RE KILLING ME WITH THE INA PAHA SONG RIGHT AS STEVE GOES IN TO SEE DANNY!! AS HE SITS DOWN AND TAKES HOLD OF HIS HAND

I CANT TAKE IT

Oh no Lincoln’s contact is dead. That means Catherine right? Well fuck. Shit. No. Dammit I don’t want to see her.

Yay! Danny's awake!! Did he just say something along the lines of “why’d you stop holding my hand?” CAUSE IF I HEARD THAT RIGHT I’M SERIOUSLY GONNA EXPLODE

“If I had a dollar for every time you've saved my life I'd have like 20 bucks” DANNY!

“Reminds me of what I went through with my dad” Oh Steven you’re making me cry babe.

NO CATHERINE SO FAR!! YES!!! They cracked the cypher and still no her!! Woo!!!

Ugh. Of course something was hidden in Doris' crypt. Keeping her bullshit secrets until the end. I hate her so much.

The is the most romantic McDanno episode I've ever watched. 

I’m always here for a badass ohana shootout scene and this did not disappoint. I screamed when Lincoln took down that guy. So fucking badass.

Ugggghhhhh fuck doris. Wo Fat really is her son. So dumb!!!

These flashbacks are awesome. Wow. John talking to wo fat was crazy.

That goodbye with Danny was shit. Super shit. I do love Danny saying that he loves hawaii now and blaming Steve for it but the rest was bleh. Danny was so angry and sad that Steve is leaving that they didn’t properly say goodbye. At least Steve said it's not forever and that Danny has a phone.

The goodbyes with everyone else made me sob like a baby. That was 100% the cast saying goodbye to Alex wasn’t it. Cause that shit hurted. Started sobbing at Lou’s goodbye and I’m still sobbing now as I type this.

"Missing you already" MY HEART!!! THAT’S SO CUTE. LOOK AT STEVE’S SMILE. It’s like Danno went “shit I can’t let him go thinking I’m mad at him. I know. Let me send this true but kinda funny text.”

Fuck its Catherine. Fuck. That sucks. SO MUCH! WHYYYYYYYY!!! WHY IS SHE HERE!!! At least Steve didn’t expect her or call her or something. She wasn’t on his mind. She just wormed her way back into his life like always. God I hate her. And I hate Lenkov for having a hard on for this ship.

I generally thought that Danny was gonna sit down next to Steve on that plane up until we saw Catherine’s hair. Even when he got the text from Danny I still thought maybe cause that’s something Danno would pull but nope. I’m a clown. 🤡

Just gonna pretend those last few minutes didn’t happen. The show ended with Danno’s text. 

Annnnd I’M A FUCKING MESS OF TEARS!